"You're kidding me… right?" Kentaro muttered.
"B-…" Serica couldn't even finish the letter. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide with polished shock.
The park Kentaro had left, Tenka, Yura, and Aria perfectly intact, alive, and duck-free, had transformed into a battlefield.
A particular kind of battlefield.
The kind covered in bird poop and feathers.
The grass was snowed over in white and grey fluff; the air itself had a sour, ammoniac sting that rushed straight up Kentaro's nose and stabbed his brain. Even the sandbox looked like a crime scene. Right at its edge, sprawled out like fallen heroes beneath a blizzard of down, lay Tenka, Yura, and Aria, completely unconscious.
"TENKA! YURA! ARIA!" Kentaro and Serica shouted together, launching into a desperate sprint, only to slow to an awful, tiptoeing ballet as they began dodging… Splat mines.
