・････━━━━━━━━━━━････・ 　 　　　　　　H　Y　H 　　　　　　e　e　e 　　　　　　　　t　 　　　　　　w　　　w 　　　　　　a　u　a 　　　　　　s　n　s 　　　　　　　　u　 　　　　　　a　s　F 　　　　　　n　u　u 　　　　　　　　a　r 　　　　　　o　l　a 　　　　　　d　l　n 　　　　　　d　y　o 　　　　　　　　　　 　　　　　　m　f　b 　　　　　　a　i　y 　　　　　　n　n　　 　　　　　　.　e　n 　　　　　　　　　a 　　　　　　　　　m 　　　　　　　　　e 　 ・････━━━━━━━━━━━････・ 　 　 He excelled in both academics and martial arts, and had even performed a flawless rendition of a traditional chant on the piano for me, though where he learned such a thing remained a mystery. He never boasted or sought to show off to the masses, yet his innate brilliance was so palpable that he drew every eye just by walking down the street. From the day of the entrance ceremony, the female students would flock to him with sparkling eyes, chattering excitedly about his blessed appearance. 　 However, Furano never so much as cracked a smile, responding with a perpetual stoicism—except when he found something that piqued his interest. Then, he would seek me out, calling "Guest-kun, Guest-kun," to invite me along. I have no idea what a genius like him saw in an ordinary person like me, but for some reason, I became his favorite companion. At every opportunity, he would tug at my sleeve and pull me into his world. If a shop caught his eye, I was dragged along; if he engaged in a contest of wits, I was made to stand by as his witness. 　 "This, too, is part of one's social education," he would say. I am certain that, in his entire life, I am the one who saw that mischievous smirk most often.