There are three letters in total, written on March 3, March 10, and March 18 respectively.

Even if the relationship returns to the past, this habit of communicating every week or two is still retained.

Sometimes, it's so long that you feel like you're reading an essay, and sometimes, it's as short as only a few hundred words.

The scenery outside the window has begun to change.

It was just like how Takiichi felt when he first stepped into Kyoto Prefecture from a small place like Miyama Kimura, or later came to Tokyo for the first time.

Compared with the sparse houses and earth-yellow roads in the countryside.

When I first arrived in Kyoto, I still saw Tokyo’s seemingly incongruous streets, densely populated and tall residences and buildings.

These scenery, along with the communication with Sakura, began to slowly drive away Takiichi's inner uneasiness.

Whenever this happens, Takiichi always pulls out a brand new piece of white paper, takes out the pen he carries with him, opens the pen cap, and writes a reply.

"Huh~~"

A weak cool breeze blew by, and just as I was about to write down the first word, a mechanized announcement came again from the radio above my head.

"Jujo Station has arrived....Jujo Station has arrived...."

He raised his head blankly and looked out the window. The platform of Kintetsu Kyoto Station in his impression clearly appeared in his pupils.

The scenery outside the window had begun to slow down, and finally began to stop with the sound of jets.

On the platform, the bustling crowd began to flow, as if they were cooperating with each other.

People in the car began to get up one after another, carrying their belongings and leaving.

In less than a minute, there were already half as many people in the tram as when Takichi first entered.

"Wait a moment..."

Seeing that the car door was about to close, Takiichi hurriedly stuffed the opened letter in his hand into his backpack and quickly ran out of the car.

In a park near the subway line, Takiichi temporarily found a place to rest and sat down.

The letters originally sent by Sakura have become wrinkled.

He put it on his legs and smoothed it as much as possible. Because it was a working day, not even a young couple could be seen in the park.

I thought about getting up early in the morning and arriving here on a country tram with only one or two passengers besides myself.

There is still a hint of familiar fragrance on the envelope, and the endless tenderness that only exists in the memory makes Taki Yi feel relaxed and happy.

It can be used to soothe and heal, and temporarily calm down the absurd mind.

Take out the pen and paper again from the bag, and replace the paper with a piece of pure white drawing paper.

The dazzling sunlight shone on the ground of the park, occasionally staining some of it on the seat under Taki's butt.

The sloping figure fit perfectly with the ground. Takiichi felt deeply comfortable and at ease with all of this.

"Your regards, Gong Liangshou, long time no see."

The black gel pen slid rustling on the folded and torn drawing paper.

The faint chirping of birds came from around him, and for a moment, Taki had a misunderstanding.

It's as warm as the backyard of your own home.

"The weather has gotten a lot cooler recently. How are you? I heard that a month ago, at the Daisukaku Festival in Tokyo Zepp Entertainment City, Sakura became the leader of hkt48 team kiv. It's really something to be happy about."

As he wrote this, Taki held the pen cap in his mouth. His tone in the letter was as polite as ever, but there was a hint of loneliness in the words.

Although the content of the first paragraph is almost the same as when two people sit together and communicate face to face.

But... the difference is probably because the distance creates a lot of illusions.

For example, when Sakura wrote these letters, she must have been thinking about what kind of expression Taki would have when she received them, and how she would reply.

In letters one after another, the two parties explained their current situation and had a hint of inexplicable expectations.

Until later, every letter she sent was well preserved by Takiichi.

Even now I can’t remember the contents of those letters or how I responded to them.

However, what Takiichi remembers most is the image of each time he opened the envelope and began to savor each word, which was so profound that it still lingers in his mind.

The pen that had been paused for a long time started to move slowly again. Some things had quietly changed since half a year ago.

Takiichi knew that he had stayed in his room many times and read the letters from Sakura over and over again.

"If you meet Mr. Yasumoto Akimoto, please be sure to say hello to him on my behalf. I always remember the care Mr. Yasushi gave me in the past.

In January of this year, I submitted my thesis and the application for ending my studies early to the tutor of the Law Department. After completing all the courses in the school in advance, I was waiting for the graduation ceremony at the end of March."

"A few days ago, I visited Ikkyuji Temple on the outskirts of Shintanabe alone. During those days, I took many pictures of the local area.

Over in Kagoshima, did the news say it had been snowing for a long time? Although we are in different places, we always pay attention to the weather forecast."

Sakura was born in Kagoshima Prefecture. Even after becoming famous, she would still go back with her parents to visit the elderly at home every once in a while.

Woohoo...

Above the sky, a family's plane passed through the clouds, like a white line, reflected in Takiichi's eyes together with the dazzling sunlight.

In every conversation with Sakura, Kagoshima Prefecture was mentioned the most.

Judging from the map, it is located at the southernmost tip of Sakura Country Kyushu, adjacent to the Nami Islands, Okinawa, Tanegashima, and Yakushima.

Sakura spent her childhood growing up in Sakurajima, Kagoshima.

When she was young, the person who always appeared in her memory was not her parents, but her grandmother.

How far is it from Kagoshima to Tokyo? It's very far... at least in terms of numbers.

The straight-line distance is approximately 959 kilometers.

In the past, when most people couldn't afford to fly, they had to take the Shinkansen and transfer multiple times, which took about 5 to 8 hours.

But it only takes less than two hours to fly, so it sounds like you can reach the other person immediately no matter how far the distance is, as long as you have a plane.

Living in different places, both of them often fantasize about how they can use the pen tip in their hands to depict the traces of their hearts in this way.

"I was surprised to hear that Sakura was going to miss my birthday party this time, but...Nako will come over, so she will definitely feel helpless.

We have this kind of interaction between us, although we were used to this in the past, asking her to help with everything. But this time... there is something different."

"It takes more than two hours to travel from Kyoto Prefecture to Tokyo by Shinkansen. From now on, when I think about sitting alone on a train, I feel a little lonely... But Sakura will do it anyway.

Take good care of yourself...."

After reviewing the written content over and over again, Takiichi carefully folded it in half and put it in an envelope.

He always keeps spare envelopes in his bag.

In the modern society of 2014, people are accustomed to communicating through the Internet and using social software.

The form of writing letters has been eliminated many years ago, but the warmth revealed in this kind of handwriting is incomparable to the cold Internet.

Even Takiichi himself was faced with a surprised look when he went to send a letter for the first time.

It seems that in their eyes, they are time-travelers living in ancient times.
Chapter completed!