Xiandao, who just let things take their course and never pursued them deliberately, suddenly became persistently curious about a certain answer. He turned his head and looked at Rukawa Kaede, who was resting beside him with his eyes closed, and said, "Rukawa."
"... Yeah." The somewhat sleepy Rukawa Kaede opened his eyes slightly and responded with a slightly sluggish reaction. The answering voice had a slight nasal sound and a slightly raised tone, which made people feel a little impatient.
"Why are you so hostile to me when we meet in practice?"
Rukawa was stunned for a moment after hearing this question, then closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep. Just when Xiandao was about to think that he would not get the answer, Rukawa Kaede spoke: "I saw you play a game when I was in the third grade of junior high school."
Hearing such a nonsensical sentence, Xiandao was a little confused, and then suddenly realized.
He raised his eyes and looked at Rukawa Kaede, who had his eyes closed and a lazy look on his face. For some reason, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his face.
"Did you already target me at that time?"
"It's an opponent."
"But you are a bit too cold towards your opponent."
"..."
"Hey, Rukawa..."
…
Xiandao, who grew up surrounded by praises from his elders and teachers, was a little careless about everything. But for the first time, he was filled with joy because someone said that he was his opponent. The joy that overflowed from the bottom of his heart made him feel inexplicable.
