There is nothing in this town. Only one station. One train an hour. The convenience store is a twenty-minute walk from school. There are no shops to stop by after class. There is the sea, but it's not the kind of beautiful sea that becomes a tourist spot. Just a fishing port, a breakwater, and rows of old houses. Even the high school isn't anything special. The students all wear similar uniforms, speak in the same dialect, and upon graduation, they either leave town or take over the family business. It was that kind of dull town.

"Morning." A bright voice calls out. Turning around, I see hair that seems to turn transparent in the morning sun. It's less 'blonde' and more like light itself. The pale hair sways in the breeze, catching the light with every step. Everyone else here was born in this town and speaks the town's tongue. "It's wicked hot today, ain't it?" Even the same dialect sounds brilliantly different when he says it. The sea, the mountains, the old school building, the rusted guardrails... In a landscape that hasn't changed for years, only Kyoichi held a different light every day.

And so, another new day begins.

Guest takes their seat listlessly, just like yesterday.