The performers stepped in unison, rhythmic and controlled, each holding a segment of bamboo pole, bending forward, craning their necks, or twisting with the beat. Beneath their coordination, the dragon seemed to come to life—its body somersaulting and undulating through the air, now spiraling, now leaping, to the beat of drums and clang of gongs.
Surrounding spectators raised their phones high, ceaseless streams of photo-takers and video recorders. At times, applause and cheers from passersby erupted; parents and children's playful laughter could be heard, turning what should have been empty pathways into rivers flowing with celebratory spirit.
Emerald Sparrow stood beside the path, merely watching quietly, occasionally joining the crowd in gentle applause.
"What's the matter? Not interested?"
Asou Haruka, who had appeared behind her without notice, suddenly asked, "The performance group this time is quite skilled, aren't you going to record a few clips?"
