In a secluded corner of Higashitama Park, Sumaru Yuki angrily tossed a black lambskin wallet onto the ground, causing a plethora of random items to fly out in an instant, from shriveled balloons and tangled invisible thread to bunched-up silk handkerchiefs, all worthless street magic props.
Really bad luck, I thought I'd found a super fat sheep, but instead I stole a bunch of inexplicable junk. Is that high school kid crazy? Who carries around this kind of trash all the time?
Bad luck, it's really bad luck, something's fishy about Hirarano, always running into weird stuff!
Sumaru Yuki was so furious she almost spat out profanity and kicked the wallet hard, suddenly remembering something, her expression changed, and she reached into her secret pocket, instantly her innocent face twisted, a shallow shadow cast over her perfect crescent eyes.
Dammit, where's my wallet? Stolen again?
This place in Hirarano is truly cursed!