The old man remained silent.
Let the child handle it herself.
As long as she did not break the rules or act recklessly.
He would not say another word.
It took quite a while for the pain in the child's knees to slowly fade.
The child carefully rubbed her knees.
She blinked away the tears clinging to her lashes.
The child secretly turned her head toward where the old man was.
She only saw the old man's feet sticking out.
She could not see his face.
That made the child sigh in relief.
The child took a deep breath.
All right.
She was about to begin.
She picked up a fishing net.
The child stared at the little goldfish in the water.
She hesitated over which one to catch.
Every little goldfish was incredibly beautiful.
Their gorgeous, glittering scales truly looked like pieces of colored glass.
A hazy, dazzling halo of light seemed to flow across them.
The child grew anxious.
She urged herself to hurry.
Otherwise, the old man would start shouting at her again.
The child shuddered.
The child finally chose her target.
It was a little goldfish with golden-red scales.
It was extravagantly beautiful.
The child's eyes lit up slightly.
Huh?
The child was baffled.
She felt as though she had not done anything yet...
The fishing net... had already torn.
The child gently shook her head.
It was fine.
She still had plenty of fishing nets.
The child held her breath.
She carefully lowered the fishing net beneath the golden-red goldfish.
The fishing net in her hands followed the little goldfish as it moved.
When the little goldfish stopped, the child quickly lifted the fishing net.
And then...
There was no then.
The child took a