"Is anyone there? Lend an old man a hand, please."
A voice came from the deep purple space fissure.
For some reason, Tsurumi Aoi felt the voice was somewhat familiar. Moreover, as she focused her eyes to continue observing, she could feel that the eerie aura emanating from the arm reaching out from the space fissure also carried a strange yet familiar feeling.
Tsurumi hadn't yet figured out what was going on, but she saw her junior, Kanoya, rush to the space fissure in excitement.
Little Deer grabbed the arm emerging from the void with both hands, gritted her teeth, and exerted all her strength. With a "pop" sound, a short, hunched black silhouette was pulled out from the underground like pulling a radish, and it fell onto the charred, muddy snow beside it.
Rolling out together with this figure was a dirty white porcelain bowl with a missing chunk.
