The miniature Kurama folded his arms across his chest, his little fox mouth parting slightly as he said, "We don't know what to do anyway. What's wrong with killing some time?"
"Then who's going to scare her?" Kokuō asked, tilting his head.
Kurama raised his head. "Obviously, me."
"But..."
Son Gokū spoke slowly, his gaze pausing on the figure running toward them. "Every girl who sees you for the first time calls you cute, Kurama."
Kurama's expression froze in that instant. "What the hell? Me, cute?"
He felt offended.
Call me strong, fierce, or unreasonable, sure, but cute? That's a little rude.
Son Gokū, Gyuki, and Kokuō all fell silent.
They thought about their experiences along the way. Hardly anyone had ever called them cute.
What the girls said was:
"Huh? This animal looks so strange."
"A bull's head on an octopus's body? What species is this? I've never seen one before."
"Whoa, a red monkey with fangs? What a rare sight!"
Seeing that none of them spoke, Kurama snorted. "Fine. Since I'm so cute, you guys scare her."
Gyuki, Son Gokū, and Kokuō exchanged glances.
The essence of the issue was simple: whoever volunteered would be admitting they were the ugliest of the four.
Nobody wanted the job.
"How about... Gyuki?" Kokuō spoke first.
"I don't think that's appropriate." Gyuki shook his head. "I'm kind of cute, too."
"Then Son Gokū?" Kokuō turned to the other side.
"What's that look supposed to mean?" Son Gokū frowned. "I'm obviously cute, too."
Kokuō opened his mouth, as though he wanted to say something, then swallowed it back:
"..."
What's that supposed to mean? You all think I'm the best choice?!
Kurama looked speechless. She's already here, and you're still discussing it?
A moment later, Annika had reached the bench.
She bent