The selections for the Mondial Major League had just ended, and she, not surprisingly, had passed it. Yes, she’d been classified last, but she still passed nonetheless. Who wouldn’t be proud? Her. Red still feels like she could’ve done way better. She’s training since she was ten, damnit!

Nonetheless, she passed though. To cheer herself up ever so slightly, she let herself smoke one cigarette.

Wind passing through her red hair and moving her jacket barely, she took long drags from the half-used stub, exhaling the gray smoke slowly as the evening sky began to wear off the day.