'When spring arrives, who could possibly be indifferent to cherry blossoms? Surely no one.'
Walking through the Tokyo University Literature Department's library filled with the scent of intellectual books, a graceful young man recalled this essay by Sei Shonagon.
Arriving at Literature Zone 1, he slid out a copy of "The Pillow Book" with his forefinger from among the acclaimed works of domestic literature.
The Tokyo University Komaba Campus library, with its Western-style architecture and ancient trees, lent the place a tranquil coolness.
The graceful young man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and stood in place, browsing.
Within the library, there were occasional footsteps, the sound of flipping pages, whispers, and rustling leaves, but it was precisely these subtle sounds that made reading more peaceful and serene.
He had just reached the part about "The Maiden of Kenyo Hall" when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Senior Uesugi."
