A few hours before.
Hinata calmly and happily tossed her toy plane into the air, into a westerly current. The toy plane landed, somersaulting with the tip on the ground. No one could predict where the wind would blow, even Hinata, who had already taken her toy plane, was confused.
"Wind, why are you blowing so hard? I wanted to fly this plane there, but you're pointing it that way."
Hinata, who was in her yard, decided to fly her toy plane in the opposite direction from the wind. It made the toy plane even land on the ground so fast like it refused to fly.
"Hmm… ah, that's enough, I'm sick."
For a 6-year-old little girl, those words were a little disrespectful. She shouldn't be blaming the wind, she is the one to blame, why fly her toy plane in the opposite direction from the wind.
Hinata walked into her house and met her mother who was carrying a bucket of clothes.
"Mama..."
"Why, Hinata?"
