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That person has strength like a monster.

Her eyes lit up at a single hint, and the girl set her cute cat-shaped mechanical pencil flying across the notebook.

In the darkness, I desperately stretch my hand out toward her receding figure.

Only my seat feels cut off from all that noise.

Yasunori leaned against the armrest, gazing with bewildered eyes at the breakfast laid out before him.

Fighting the darkness, he counted off their names one by one.

Blood trickled smoothly down the back of his neck.

The whole town was completely blanketed in snow.

The room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

A shadow of anxiety flitted across her face.

After her illness, she looked like a shadow of her former self.

She wasn't beautiful, but she had big, gentle brown eyes and a lovely smile.

A beautiful landscape suddenly appeared before our eyes.

I watched five airplanes fly away just like birds.

She shot us a cold glare.

She came running toward me, her hair streaming in the wind.

She accepted the punishment with a faint smile.

She looked at me with pleading eyes.

She was in the depths of despair.

She was on the verge of freezing to death in the snow.

She screamed until her voice went hoarse.

She described the incident with vivid, lively prose.

In the center stood a desk, and a red leather-upholstered swivel chair was placed beside it.

A female beggar was begging with five or six children trailing behind her.

A long sword resting in a sheath with elaborate carvings.

The first thing to catch my eye was a big sofa. Upholstered in leather of a subdued color, with a roomy seat and backrest.

Apparently it's a girls' high school known for its chic, refined uniforms and a quiet, historied atmosphere.

Arranged long tables, a few folding chairs, a calendar and some handouts pinned to the corkboard on the wall.

That's the warning bell. The students around the school gate all picked up their pace at once.

The girl was holding a few books in her arms. Not textbooks — thick, hardcover books.