Haras’s grin widened while tinuing to feed Risebelle. “See? Sometimes a little sweetness is all you hten up your day.”

  Risebelle, still flushed, nodded relutly. “Yeah, it’s…good.”

  Roselle beamed at her sisters. “Great! From now on, we’ll make sundaes a special treat for us to enjoy together. Runebelle’s the only one who didn’t get any. you get her one, Haras?”

  Runebelle, who had remained silent throughout this exge, softly said, “I don’t want any, really.”

  Roselle’s face fell. She turo Runebelle with a ed look. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, Runebelle. I should’ve offered you some sundae first. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.”

  Runebelle gave a small sad smile. “It’s fine, really. I’m not jealous.”

  Roselle nodded. “I just o do better as y sister. I want us all to be happy together.” She then tried to pump herself up and give a fident look. “I’ll make sure we’re all included and have a great time.”

  Risebelle was still slightly embarrassed but now also amused. “Sheesh. Even though I’m the oldest, today it feels like I’ve beeed like the you!”

  Haras, having overheard, chuckled. “Runebelle fought hard today. She deserves a treat, even if she didn’t win her match.” With that, Haras dashed off to get a sundae for Runebelle.

  Roselle watched Haras go and then turned back to her sisters with a warm smile. “Let’s make sure we all enjoy this break together.”

  While watg her creations, Kintovar suddenly came to a realization. She turo Juliana and said, “Juliana, would you mind ing with me for a moment? There’s something important I o talk to Haras about. Your input will be mandatory.”

  Juliana nodded, “Of course, Kintovar. I’m here to assist in any way I .”

  With that settled, Kintovar turo her sisters. “Roselle, Risebelle, Runebelle, you have some free time now. You explore the area, enjoy some treats, but please, don’t cause any trouble or blow up hotdog stands or anything like that.”

  Roselle ughed nervously at what Kintovar said. Risebelle elbowed her sister to stop her ughter and added with a smirk. “You trust us. No hotdog stand explosions on my watch.”

  With that, Kintovar and Juliana walked away.

  Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle set out to explore the area. They moved through crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the Western Practice Tour. The lively atmosphere was filled with fans and partits.

  Unbeknownst to the sisters, Chal trailed them from a distance, moving with a fluid grace that allowed him to blend into the crowd seamlessly. He maintained a careful distance, remaining unnoticed while keeping a close wat the trio.

  The sisters made their way to the food stalls, sampling local delicacies and sharing ughters. They savored the unique fvors of the region. From street performers to merdise vendors, they immersed themselves in the vibrant culture of the tour.

  They soon came across a booth where an artist was creating stunning manga-style illustrations. Roselle’s eyes sparkled with delight. Risebelle was impressed by the artist’s talent. Runebelle observed quietly.

  The three sisters decided to join an art drawing petition put on by the Artist. The host, a lively individual with a microphone, annouhe challenge: “Ladies aleme ready for some artistic magic! Our incredible testants have got just 15 mio unleash their creativity and draw a stunning dy holding an apple! That’s right, elegance meets nature in this epic art showdown!”

  He waved his arms outwards“Who’s gonna capture the perfect blend of grad charm? Who’s gonna make that apple look like a piece of art? Stick around and withe masterpieces unfold!”

  The timer started, the artists in the petition, including Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle, dove into their work.

  5 minutes into the petition, Roselle’s pencil snapped suddenly. She let out a small gasp. She gnced over at Risebelle, who was focused ily on her drawing. “Psst, Risebelle, I need a pencil!”

  Risebelle, absorbed in her work, ignored Roselle’s whisper. Roselle huffed and then tried to sneakily reach for one of Risebelle’s ly arranged pencils. “I’ll just borrow one of these, okay?”

  Before she could grab one, Risebelle’s hand shot out and swatted Roselle’s hand away without even looking up. “St to steal my stuff!”

  Roselle pouted, lookied. Meanwhile, Runebelle, from her seat, saw her sister’s plight. With her usual somber look, she quietly got up from her seat and handed Roselle a pencil.

  Roselle’s face lit up with gratitude. She scooped up Runebelle and hugged her tightly “Thank you so much, Runebelle! You’re the best!”

  The announcer, notig the otion shouted, “Hey, hey, hey! testants are not supposed to leave their seats! What’s going ohere?”

  On cue, a tour staff member approached aly escorted Runebelle back to her seat. Runebelle, still with her usual gloomy face, took her pce more.

  Roselle gave Runebelle a quick thumbs-up before returning to her drawing,

  10 mier…

  “Ladies alemen, it’s time to reveal your artistic masterpieces! Who will capture the essence of elegand nature in their art? Let’s start with partits.”

  The announcer began to gh the drawings with a practiced eye; however, his enthusiasm started to falter upon the artwork. Each drawing presented had some gring issues.

  One drawing was missing the apple entirely, with the dy simply holding her hand out. Another featured an apple, but the dy was o be seen, leaving only a floating fruit. Yet another piece had a dy, but the apple was so poorly drawn it looked like a squished tomato.

  The announcer’s smile wavered. He had an increased bewilderment e on him. He cleared his throat and said, “Uh… Alright, let’s… let’s just take a moment here.”

  He flipped through the drawings again and tried to find something positive to say. “Well, uh, looks like we’ve had a bit of a, um, creative interpretation of the challehere’s certainly a lot of… unique approaches here!”

  Roselle held up her drawing, a beautifully detailed woman, but there was something missing. The audieiced, and Risebelle didn’t hesitate to point it out. “You fot the apple, Roselle.”

  Roselle quickly scribbled an apple onto her drawing, trying to fix the ht. She held up the paper triumphantly.

  Risebelle pointed out with a smirk, “You fot to color it, Roselle.”

  Roselle ically cried, and the audience chuckled at the mishap. Risebelle’s turn came, and her drawing was quite unventional, to say the least.

  “A up, Risebelle! Let’s see her artistiterpretation.”

  Risebelle proudly presented her stick-figure woman holding an apple, plete with angry eyebrows and a stern gre.

  Risebelle stood o her drawing and mirrored the stern look of her creation. Her posture was rigid, her gaze intense, and her arms crossed in a show of seriousness.

  The audience had been trying to hold back their ughter. After 5 seds, they could no longer tain themselves. A wave of chuckles turned into ht ughter at Risebelle’s deadpan portrayal of her own drawing. The announcer’s ughter joihe crowd’s.

  The announcer wiped tears of ughter from his eyes. He then mao say, “Well, I think it’s safe to say we’ve had a truly unique dispy of artistic talent today.”

  Risebelle with a bit annoyance by the reaumbled, “I tried.”

  The crowd’s attention shifted to Runebelle’s drawi. They had appreciative “ooh” and “ah” spreading through thethem. The detailed, graceful depi of a woman holding an e stood out distinctly from the other drawings.

  The annouook a deep breath and addressed the crowd. “Now, this is a truly impressive piece of artwork! The detail, the craftsmanship—it’s incredible. But there’s one small issue…”

  He turo Runebelle and asked, “You’ve drawn an e instead of an apple. you tell us why?”

  Runebelle with a gloomy face looked up and tilted her head with a hint of fusion. “Wait, I thought you said e.”

  The entire audience burst into untrolble ughter. Even the annourying to maintain his professional demeanor doubled over. Tears of mirth streamed down his face.

  The petition of Art cluded. Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle tiheir exploration of the tour grounds for the 15 minutes.

  Roselle’s eyes lit up with excitement. She saw an area with with people dressed as cat girls. The colorful es and pyful atmosphere intrigued her. She approached a group of cospyers and began to chat with them about their outfits.

  Risebelle observed her younger sister’s enthusiasm with amusement and mild . She leaned over to Roselle and whispered, “You’re enjoying this a bit too much, aren’t you, Roselle?”

  Roselle beamed and responded, “It’s all in good fun, Risebelle! Look how cute these es are! Aren’t you tempted to try one on?”

  Risebelle raised an eyebrow. “There’s no way I’m dressing up like that.”

  Chal approached Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle. He had a stern and somewhat frustrated look on his face.

  “Hey, is that a birl,” Roselle asked.

  Chal’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Of course, I’m a boy! Don’t be ridiculous!”

  Roselle ughed. “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to make you mad.”

  Chal huffed and crossed his arms. “Just don’t make any more assumptions.”

  Chal’s frustration seemed to shift from aoperplexity. He looked at Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle and said, “I’ve been following you to gather information, but all you’ve done is wander around aimlessly. I ’t even sense your presence, and that’s strange. You’re like robots or something. So, why you transform like that?”

  The sisters exged gnces, a bit taken aback by Chal’s direct question. Risebelle replied, “Well, it’s a secret. We ’t just tell anyone.”

  Roselle chimed in with a mischievous grin, “But you join us for a little fun if you promise not to tell anyone, ‘Mr. Angry Boy.’”

  Chal crossed his arms with a pout. “Absolutely not! I have no i in your little games,” he retorted and poiowards Roselle. “Just you wait, Roselle. If we meet iour, I’m going to kick your ass and make you eat those words!”

  Roselle uzzled by Chal’s stroion. “I don’t get why yetting so worked up about this...”

  Roselle gave Chal a smile. “Anyway, good luck, Mr. Angry Boy!”

  Chal’s anger escated. Without waiting for further discussion, he swiftly drew his sword. “Fight me right now! I’ll make you stop insulting me, ond for all!”

  Roselle stared at Chal, taken aback by his sudden aggression. “Hey, I wasn’t actually trying to insult you,” she said while raising her hands up and waving them infront of her. “We were just having some fun. o get all worked up.”

  Chal’s face was flushed with anger. He gripped his sword tightly. “Enough with the excuses! If you’re so keen on pying games, let’s settle this right now. Summon y on a’s have it out—one-on-one!”

  Chal started to charge forward at Roselle. He suddenly felt a sharp, precise karate chop nd on his head. The ued blow halted him in his tracks, aumbled back, momentarily stunned.

  Standing there with a warm, almost sweet smile was Cha, Chal’s twin sister. Cha gently chided her brother, “Chal, you really don’t have to be so angry all the time. Let’s not spoil the tour with unnecessary fights.”

  Chal rubbed his head where Cha had delivered the karate chop. Roselle owards Cha. “Yeah, we’re here to have fun, right?”

  Cha’s smile remained. She added, “Fun, indeed. Remember, dear brother, there’s a time and pce for everything.”

  After the tensioweeen Chal and Roselle had subsided, a rge TV s nearby flickered to life, capturing the attention of the group. On the s, the tour’s announcer appeared.

  “Alright, folks, listen up! The first round of the Western Practice Tour has been nothing short of spectacur, and now, we’re king it up a notch for the sed round!”

  She fshed a wide grin, “In just 15 minutes, we’ll dive into even more heart-pounding a. Let’s break down these matchups for ya!”

  With a dramatic pause, she tinued, “First up, we’ve got Chal squaring off against Myra! Oo ! This one’s gonerestin!”

  She then announext match. “, brace yourselves for Faen versus Roselle! Expeothing but fireworks whewo throw down!”

  The announcer grew even more excited. “And hold onto your seats, ’cause Muiler G’s taking on Cha in a battle that’s gonna be fierd uing!”

  “And i bout of the sed round, it’s Rawna versus Kael! These two are sure t the heat!”

  The crowd that was back at the arena roared with excitement.

  “Get ready, y’all, this round’s gonna be explosive! You don’t wanna miss a sed of the a!”

  Cha’s shifted while reized her oppo, Muiler G. Muiler G was renowned for her versatility in bat and the frightening ability of her Kyosa. It was not a matchup to be taken lightly.

  Chal got straight to the point. “Cha, you win this match? Muiler G is no ordinary oppo.”

  Cha’s response was fident She met her brother’s eyes with fidence. “Of course, I win. I quered the Eastern Annual Tour st year, and in this practice tour, I aim to show them all a taste of what they expect this year. Besides, you worry too much, Chal. I’ve got this.”

  Chalodded. “Alright, Cha. Just don’t croak to Muiler G’s Kyosa. That Sword magic’s bad news.”

  Cha smiled in response.“I ha. And who knows, maybe I’ll even have a little fun.”

  Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle couldn’t help but notice a subtle, sadistidertone in her smile.

  Roselle thought to herself, ‘There’s something about the way she smiles…’