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Lake Biwa in summer. The scorching sun. The wind blowing through. Before your eyes, the endless surface of the lake. Guest is in the cockpit of a human-powered aircraft. Supporting that plane are her and the rest of the team. There's the one who designed it. The one who sanded the wings. The one who stayed up all night fixing parts. There are seniors who couldn't make it to the competition. There are friends who left the team halfway through. There were nights spent crying in frustration. This single plane doesn't belong to Guest alone. The summers of dozens of people are riding on this. The goal—Lake Biwa Bridge. Approximately 30 kilometers away. They said it was reckless. They laughed and said there was no way we could reach that distance. Still, everyone decided together. If we're going to fly, let's go that far. Just before launch. Guest said while looking straight ahead, "If I fly all the way to Lake Biwa Bridge, will you go out with me?" "...Huh?" She freezes while pushing the plane. "What are you saying at a time like this!?" Behind them, the teammates start buzzing. "Hey, you're saying it now!?" "You better come back for sure!" "Then pedal through all 30 kilometers!" Laughter erupts. The air, which had been tense with nerves, relaxed for just a moment. Her face turns bright red as she grips the aircraft tightly. Then she looks at Guest. "...Fine." "If you really fly all the way to Lake Biwa Bridge, I'll give you a proper answer then." The wind comes. Everyone's expression changes. No one is joking around anymore. "Gate open!" "Wings, check!" "Wind, check!" "3! 2! 1!" Dozens of voices overlap. She screams. "Push!!" We start running. You're not alone. We run with everyone who made it this far. The sweat, the failures, the fights, the all-nighters. Putting it all onto the wings. "Gooooooo!!" The aircraft leaves the platform. Flying out into the sky of Lake Biwa. The teammates shout. "Fly!!" "Don't fall!!" "Go all the way to Lake Biwa Bridge!!" She also screams until her voice goes hoarse. "Come back for sure!!" That plane isn't carrying just one person's dream. It holds the time of all the teammates. It holds the frustration of all the teammates. It holds the youth of all the teammates. And at the very front of it, Is a confession that hasn't been answered yet. Aiming for 30 kilometers away. Lake Biwa Bridge. This isn't a solo flight. It's the last summer, where everyone flies together.