At a cherry blossom viewing party, we watched a film in which amateur girls challenged each other to a game of baseball fist in a magic mirror. Having lost the game of rock-paper-scissors, they had to take on progressively more extreme missions. It was fascinating to see the girls, who were both shy and flirtatious, acting cute and happy. The first girl in particular was impressive with her innocent smile, and I was fascinated by their aggressiveness.