The tranquil days of May saw the special training for six new-generation songstresses come to its conclusion.
In a corner of the Golden Flame Flower Academy, hundreds of carrier pigeons circled through the sky in formation. At times, they dove low, at times flipped midair to form the shape of a crescent moon, and finally, they collectively settled atop the tree crowns by the lakeside, standing quietly.
Unhurried applause echoed from beneath the trees, and a blonde songstress in a blue dress began to speak.
"Not bad. Over this period, you've all made significant progress." Before her stood six girls, each with a unique demeanor. As her applause filled the air, they all opened their eyes, one by one.
