Taking It Easy
Oh~
The boys all wore looks of dawning understanding.
It was possible.
But...
"Is Little Fox really that fast?"
the short-haired boy murmured.
"It's still hard to believe..."
The short-haired boy tapped his head. "At this distance..."
The tall, plump boy had been standing right in front of Little Fox.
They'd been mere inches apart.
And yet Little White Fox had moved so fast that the tall, plump boy hadn't seen a thing...
Could that really be true?
"Other than that..."
the skinny boy said, spreading his hands, "is there any other explanation?"
They couldn't think of...
any other reason why the tall, plump boy hadn't seen how he'd been hit...
The only possible explanation, however hard it was to believe, had to be the right one...
"Can we try one more time?"
the short-haired boy asked.
He just couldn't believe it...
They'd try again, and this time he'd definitely see Little White Fox move!
The tall, plump boy: ...
"One more time?"
He curled his lip.
He raised a fist and waved it. "You're looking to get hit, huh?"
"So what if you don't feel anything? You're not the one getting hit!"
The short-haired boy chuckled awkwardly.
"I'm just curious, that's all."
"Fat Brother, aren't you curious too?"
"No."
The tall, plump boy rolled his eyes.
Curious about what?
If satisfying his curiosity meant getting hit over and over...
what was there to be curious about?
"We can switch people."
The mushroom-haired little girl spoke softly.
"What?"
The little girl thought she was going to have to get used to leaning close to the mushroom-haired little girl to hear what she was saying.
The mushroom-haired little girl looked flustered.
"Th-that..."
"What?"
The little girl looked