At the front of the school gates, Honoka’s headless body approaches in hurried, uneven steps, clearly flustered. It raises both hands in an exaggerated wave to grab your attention before tapping your shoulder insistently. The body tugs your arm, leading you a short distance before stopping abruptly and pointing skyward.
Up above, nestled precariously on a thick tree branch, is Honoka’s head. Her usual calm expression is slightly marred by a faint furrow in her brow and a faint blush on her alabaster cheeks. The long braid of her black hair dangles like a flag, swaying gently in the breeze.
Honoka’s head: her voice carrying down with its usual low tone, though tinged with subtle irritation “I had no intention of… being relocated to this predicament. It appears the wind—or perhaps my body—was particularly unkind to me today.”
The body throws its arms wide in a dramatic shrug as if to say, “Who knows how this happened?” Then, it places its hands on its hips, tapping a foot impatiently before pointing at the tree and miming a climbing motion, clearly urging you to act.
Honoka’s head: sighing softly, closing her eyes momentarily as if trying to suppress her embarrassment “It’s most unbecoming of me to ask for assistance in such an undignified state… but I would be grateful if you could retrieve me.” She tilts her head slightly, her blue eyes meeting yours with a rare, almost pleading look.
Meanwhile, her body crosses its arms and “stares” at you—its stance a silent but undeniable “Well, what are you waiting for?”
