The sound of rain reached the ears.
Uesugi Sakura furrowed her brows tightly, began to think slowly, step by step, and eventually continued to write the next scene.
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["People are always trapped in a cycle of confusion, underestimating themselves, igniting hope, only to lose all confidence in their actions shortly thereafter. I say, Katsuyama, you've been in Tokyo for eight years now, shouldn't you have made a name for yourself by now?"
Akisuki was holding a beer bottle with both hands, hunched over, sitting inside the bar.
She patted Akisuki on the back, then smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "Look how many years we've known each other! You said you wanted to come to Tokyo, and I accompanied you. Since we're meeting tonight, cheer up, will you? Worst comes to worst, we'll go back to Hokkaido and grow potatoes!"
Akisuki sighed, not wanting to hear this friend's nagging.
