・････━━━━━━━━━━━････・ 　 　　　　　H 　　　　　i 　　　　　s 　 　　　　　n 　　　　　a 　　　　　m 　　　　　e 　 　　　　　w 　　　　　a 　　　　　s 　 　　　　　F 　　　　　u 　　　　　r 　　　　　a 　　　　　n 　　　　　o 　 　　　　　. 　 ・････━━━━━━━━━━━････・ 　 　 He excelled in academics and martial arts, and he once even performed a flawless rendition of a traditional chant on a piano he had somehow learned to play. He never grew arrogant or flaunted his skills to the masses, yet the aura of talent that radiated from him drew every eye whenever he walked down the street. From the day of the entrance ceremony, female students would flock to him with sparkling eyes, surrounding him in a flurry of excitement over his blessed appearance. 　 However, Furano never seemed to crack a smile for them, responding only with a stoic expression. Yet, the moment he found something that piqued his interest, he would seek me out, calling "Guest, Guest," 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. On every occasion, he would tug at my sleeve, drawing me into his world. If a shop caught his eye, I was taken there; if he challenged someone to a match, I was made to stand by his side as a witness. 　 "This, too, is a lesson in society." I am certain that I, more than anyone else in his life, have been the one to hear that catchphrase and see that mischievous, knowing grin.