The morning breeze brushed by.
Ayatsuki Ayaka stood there like the Hachiko statue in front of Shibuya Station, motionless.
Her eyes were fixed on Aozawa, bright and sparkling as if light was encapsulated within them.
Aozawa was silent for a moment before scratching his head and asking, "Iroha, what kind of answer do you want to hear from me?"
Ayatsuki Ayaka put her hands on her hips and said, "Yes."
"You can speak English too?"
"Don't underestimate me. I can say a few phrases, like 'apple,' for instance."
Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly countered, then realized she was diverting the topic. Her eyes widened as she said, "Aozawa, don't change the subject. What's your opinion about me forging a brand-new, third path?"
Aozawa felt a headache coming on.
He knew that Ayatsuki Ayaka usually seemed very mild and easy to handle, as if she had no temper.
But at critical moments, Ayatsuki Ayaka never lacked courage; in some respects, she was even braver than him.
