Midori shot him a miserable look.
"Poor luck."
"Oh, aww... But hey, at least it is not the poorest luck!"
Midori pursed her lips.
The slip of paper was taken off her hand smoothly by Minato, who suddenly appeared behind them.
"Oh, Onii-chan."
"Hm? Poor luck? Awwww, Midori-chan."
Minato chuckled at her.
"AHHHH!!!"
Eyes wide, Satoru cried out when he saw that the three elder brothers each held a divination slip in their hands.
"Onii-chans! I thought that you didn't believe in divination!" He exclaimed in protest.
While Shuugo and Minato were busy laughing at Satoru's reaction, Arata recovered Midori's divination slip and approached her.
"Midori-chan, hang this on the tree," he instructed her. "That way, the poor luck won't stick to you. Let's return it to the gods."
The gods might not look favorably upon a returned gift, but Midori did not want to take that poor luck home.
