Blue Bird of Paradise

The obstruction of the surrounding dense trees made the unique sounds of hitting and shouting on the tennis court seem extraordinarily distant. The cool water droplets sprinkled down from the head, one by one, reflecting the dazzling silver light in the still hot sunlight. In the eyes, it seemed to fall in slow motion on the edge of the cement pool, splashing the scattered water. Ryoma breathed lightly, raised his head and shook his little head quickly from left to right, throwing out a series of watery arcs around. His hair became more curled due to this reaction. He first brushed his unruly hair with a slight dissatisfaction, then picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped it from top to bottom. The series of movements were like a kitten that had just taken a bath, with a hint of naivety in its cuteness. Conception: