That kind of thing has the same very monotonous rhythm as the sound of writing on the writing board in the classroom.

Because it is indispensable and must be experienced every day, it is deeply imprinted in Takiichi's mind.

For example, sometimes I would stare at the female students passing by me seriously, always thinking that every girl with short hair looked very much like Sakura, just like staring at the way the teacher's chalk leaves dust on the blackboard in the classroom.

The light passed through the clouds and shone on the earth. His sight either looked to the left or passed to the right.

The warm sunshine that could be felt on his shoulders and body was like the warmth that covered Sakura's lips before she left. At that time, this warmth was enough to evaporate all the moisture in the world.

The dust on the platform was cleaned by cleaners mopping the floor.

On the bright floor, on the window of the train behind me.

The iron doors, which were sometimes closed and opened, were all bathed in sunlight and looked gleaming.

In that mental state full of loss, regret, relief, and confusion.

In Takiichi's eyes, the sky above the west gate of Shinjuku Station is surrounded by tall buildings, and its features can only be revealed in a small space.

The several meters square space is not particularly bright under the sunlight during the day.

The world in his pupils was already gray, and against the gray street scene, it was like his personal mood after a separation.

The smell of winter is still here before us, just like a piece of lifeless air.

Slowly, it became heavy from the other side of the sight, and a biting coldness spread along the ground.

It rises from the soles of the feet to the heart, and then branches out into the brain.

Taki squinted his eyes, trying to capture the scene of this winter in his mind in the air.

In an instant, that special season pulled him out of the shadow of the orphanage fire and allowed him to return to a normal life.

After nineteen years, it quietly crawled onto my chest.

It brews into a breath, travels into the throat, and is finally released through the mouth.

The atmosphere of parting that year and the emotions instantly filled Taki Yi's heart.

For a second, he couldn't breathe naturally.

If such a thing had been mentioned a long time ago, these emotions would turn into tears that soaked my eyes and would surely well up in my heart.

But now when we talk about it again, I don’t feel that way.

Probably because Nako tore the opening before, allowing him to release it well.

"At that time, the pedestrian indicator light turned green, but I stood there and didn't notice it immediately.

After a while, I hurriedly chased the crowd in front of me and walked quickly towards the ticket gate at the west gate of the station."

The time when I was about to get on the train after returning was the rush hour for getting off work.

The surging crowd was attracted by a neat row of ticket machines at a steady speed.

Taki stood there, looking at the scene in front of him as usual.

After experiencing it so many times, there is naturally no surprise or sigh in my heart.

When did such a state of mind begin? It wasn't just him.

Hirai Miki, who was listening to his story without urging her at all, also felt the fatigue on Takiichi.

At the age of nineteen, he carries on his shoulders as heavy a burden as a twenty-nine-year-old man should bear.

This is actually not a very profound question, but until now I have said it in a calm and not too loud tone.

He still couldn't laugh it off easily.

At that time, he suddenly wanted to escape from the daily routine.

That kind of irresponsible indulgence made Takiichi deeply realize that even after entering adulthood, there will still be fragments of childishness left in his body.

After leaving Sakura, do you still need to upgrade your life like that every day?

\As expected, after leaving Sakura, everything I did seemed to have lost its meaning.

Probably because she is an ambitious girl, even though she had a wonderful childhood.

But Sakura always has a habit of planning something.

Takiichi didn't know what the value of his plan was.

At least, the one in his mind has not completely imagined what the future will look like.

It always made him doubt that his adult self had put all his thoughts on that person in the past.

No, he just lost the direction of where to go, rather than losing the ability to live independently and support himself.

Regardless of whether Sakura is present or not, Takiichi has many ways to make himself happy.

If you just use wealth to make this body good.

Thinking back on the past, I suddenly had thoughts such as "Where are we going?" and "Who should I meet and talk to?"

It appears in the to-be-processed area of ​​​​the brain like an imminent task, but... no matter how much you think about it, there must be a way to solve it.

I remembered the bag I carried with me and put my hand in it for a while to fumble around.

The mobile phone with a lot of battery left came into his sight in an instant. He found a seat anywhere in the station, then unlocked the main page of the mobile phone and looked through hundreds of contacts in the communication. Most of them were girls.

.

If this address book is leaked, maybe it will be auctioned on the Internet at a very high price tomorrow.

"nako..."

When the main page of the screen was occupied by Nako's phone information, Taki thought about pressing this number to make a call...

However, when he thought that such a phone call might cause Nako to put aside the things that were entangled in him and come to meet him where he was, Takiichi quickly changed his mind and turned off the phone.

He put the phone back in his pocket, since it was an established fact.

Why don't you just completely ignore it like a child and don't tell anyone else.

Facing his next destination, Takiichi took the Chuo Line train with some hesitation and headed to the station in the central area of ​​Tokyo.

I bought a ticket to Kyoto at the ticket gate and a country tram ticket to Miyama Kimura.

Afterwards, he boarded the "Wind" which sailed around 4:56 in the evening.

I spent several hours on the train in a cramped seat, half asleep and half awake.

Many years ago, his father Hiroaki Hirai did the same thing.

Sometimes while having tea with my father, I heard that he took an express train from Kyoto Station to Hachinohe Station.

Hachinohe Station is a railway station for Higashi Sakura Railway (JR East Sakura Railway), Sakura Railway for freight (JRE freight) and Aomori Railway. It is located in Hachinohe City, Aomori Prefecture.

Then we arrived at Hachinohe Station, where my father would take the limited express train to Aomori.

Wait about 30 minutes at Aomori Exhibition Center and continue to board the diesel train.

Via this route that ends at the Tsugaru Peninsula, the train travels toward its final destination on the northernmost railway on Honshu Island.

In order to see my grandma and to see my lover there, I worked tirelessly.

Many years later, when Taki heard about the love of his youth from his mother's mouth, he thought that if he had known about it earlier, the journey back would have been even more uncomfortable.

From Tokyo to Kyoto, I got off the bus in Kyoto and waited for about 30 minutes.

Afterwards, I boarded a train bound for the countryside and headed home via this route towards the southernmost tip of Kyoto City.
Chapter completed!