The latter part of my shouts of joy became slow, cracked, and disappeared.
Like the time I was killed by the chief bully, my consciousness fell down a dark, bottomless hole.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was laid down on a futon in the nursery.
According to my silver-haired female childhood friend Snow, I learned to make a defense formation by watching.
But not knowing moderation, I used up all the magic inside my body, pooped my pants, and fainted with my eyes turned white.