When Jioh looked as though she had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, the Latina girl launched into an enthusiastic explanation.
Apparently, the rumor had already spread that the D stood for deadbeat—Deadbeat.
“We’re just supporting cast in the end. You know only one person from each group advances past the preliminaries, right?”
“That how it works?”
“My God! You really don’t know anything!”
She let out an exaggerated sigh.
“I was annoyed because people kept laughing at us and saying they’d gathered nothing but deadbeats into our group, but looking at you, I’m not sure I can even say they’re wrong.”
“……? Rude much?”
“Look. Applicants came from all over the world, right? There are so many of them that the organizers obviously want to weed most of us out all at once in the preliminaries. So if you look closely, you can tell who each group is meant to send through.”
“Oho.”
“For example, in our group……”
She cautiously gestured with her eyes for Jioh to look over there.
Jioh turned her head.
There was an extremely tall woman with white hair.
And beside her was a small…