C485 The Ugly Bird Called the Wind and Snow
Puddles of bird droppings fell from the sky, and the perpetrators of the bird droppings were still high up in the air, making mocking, unpleasant noises.
Holding Little Snow Hime in his arms, Mori looked at the ceiling, where the sound of bird droppings could be heard, and frowned.
Although the attack did not seem to be much of a threat, it was still infuriating