Eventually, almost colored with shame, she rose from the ground to go retrieve the ball. Never in her life had she been beaten 3-0 by anyone, not to mention a novice. When she returned with the ball, dusting the sand off her clothes, her eyes couldn't help but keep themselves focused on the ground.

"Come this side," she murmured as she walked over to Amaka.

They switched places immediately and the girl had already began to regret beating her friend. All traces of mirth and pride ...