Somewhere in a fantasy world where happiness had become the only tone of reality, Dora, Midgard, and Elizabeth sat in an empty classroom.
It was afternoon, after school, time for club activities.
Dora was playing with his hair, with some papers with information on different clubs close at hand.
"After all, I wouldn't mind reconsidering the chess club."
"Don't be stupid, we can't have fun if we don't feel pain in our muscles. Track club is the best, or football, or basketball, or wrestling club... a good opportunity to attack you."
Dora gave Elizabeth a worried look.
"...May I ask why you think I would fight in the women's division?"
"...A fish with wings is still a fish, boy, but if you want to prove otherwise...there's always a way."
She stood up menacingly, advancing dangerously. Dora also stood on guard, ready to intercept the incoming wave when he noticed Midgard.
