"G'morning Yoshinon!" The blue-haired bimbo greeted her best friend on her left hand. In a scraggly tone, she replied to herself from the perspective of Yoshinon. "Good day, Yoshino! Took you forever to get up, you punk!" She apologized to the bunny puppet on her hand and proceeded to get up. Alas it was time for breakfast. This was probably the moment that Yoshino dreaded most every single day. Whilst at breakfast, Yoshino had to leave Yoshinon in her room, something she felt extremely scared of doing. She eventually got dressed, her favorite white dress with pink frills all around. She had a matching straw hat to go with it, but it was left in her room until she was done with breakfast.

Making her way down, Yoshino was running up to the table where her father and mother were already situated, only to trip and make a scene. Her mother sighed and her father chuckled, both commenting on how clumsy the eleven year old was. Yoshino only laughed along, hoping that it would be alright. They had breakfast like any other family, but that was simply the outlook on things. Behind the fake smiles and heartwarming lies, Yoshino knew that she was only a tool in the family. She knew her place and she knew of what waited for her in the future.

Finally, breakfast was over. And off to the adventuring for Yoshino and her best friend! With her hat on her head, she asked Yoshinon what the plans for today would be. "I dunno, Yoshino. Let's meet new people." Hopping to and fro, around and about, Yoshino made her way along the cobblestone streets and upon the marketplace was where she ended up. Like a dog, the bimbo sniffed around and picked up the very faint smell of ice cream. While she disliked her magic, thinking of it as a curse, there were perks to being a Dragon Slayer. Dashing and dashing, she would create a dust trail behind it and in an instant, reappear like a flash behind a woman with blue hair, who had just received her cone. Yoshino stepped up, ignoring her and asked for a frozen treat herself. However, the inquiry wasn't in her own voice but instead, Yoshino's. She was the shy one, Yoshinon being the adventurous type that looked out for her. "I'll take a single scoop of chocolate in a cone and a single scoop of strawberry, also in a cone!" Yoshino would nod as the ice cream was delivered to her. Yoshinon, on the other hand, simply snatched it and ferociously licked it. Quietly, Yoshino whispered to her best friend. "That was rude of you, Yoshinon."

There was nothing worse to a child than getting scolded. It didn't help that it was by a stranger, no less. Yoshino stood there, quiet and submissive in her form. Yoshinon (the puppet she carries around and her other personality) just eyed the blob on the floor and back to the woman that threw a question in their way. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" replied the rude doll. All the while, Yoshino wanted to say something; she could've apologized, answered this woman's question with a straightforward answer, or anything of that sort. Instead, she couldn't muster up enough courage to do so. A tear formed at the edge of her eye, only waiting to grow into a stream.

After a couple seconds of an unbearable silence, Yoshino couldn't take it any longer; she had to say something. Stuttering a few times, she would attempt to apologize to the lady, despite not knowing whether or not it was her own fault. "G-gomenasai." Would a simple apology be enough? Unlikely as it was, the brat sure hoped so. "I'll b-buy you another one!" she added on.

As tears drenched her dress, the little lady was stroked like a cat; well, her hair anyways. The tears had stopped, only having a little leftover droplets still waiting to fall from her eyes. Yoshino was a peculiar one, interesting in her own remarks and ways, that was undeniable. "G-gomenasai..." the brat would apologize once more, despite being told it was okay. The puppet that engulfed her hand did a bow of sorts, also instigating that it was sorry, hopefully winning the heart of the lady in front of it.

Yoshino spoke, addressing the lady as a miss and explaining the friend on her hand. "T-this is Yoshinon and she's the one that..." She paused. How did one describe Yoshinon? It was a rude puppet that always popped out at the worst times, but in the end, it was to protect Yoshino. "She's my best friend and she's sorry for knocking your ice cream down!" As she finished her sentence, she blushed as the blame slowly went onto the puppet.

Something about this woman felt familiar. Whatever could it be? Perhaps Yoshino had seen her before, but she was clueless as to where. With nothing else to rely on, she had to ask. "Excuse me, miss. Has Yoshino met you before?" Her puppet asked in her place.