The shade from the trees was dense, like the canopy of an umbrella.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining brightly overhead, and the scent of grass, trees, and soil lingered around.
"How long have you known Hanabi?"
Hanamaru Yasushin's voice sounded neither close nor distant, like a regular inquiry from an elder.
His gait was steady, and even while walking, the sway of his loose kimono was quite subtle.
Uesugi Sakura, carrying a sapling, walked on his right-hand side, "It'll be fifteen years in November."
Just now, he realized the sapling in his hand wasn't camphor or cedar.
Judging from the leaves, it seemed more like a sakura sapling.
"In the past fifteen years, how would you evaluate yourself?" Hanamaru Yasushin looked straight ahead.
"Lazy."
Hanamaru Yasushin laughed briefly, "A concise answer."
"I heard Yuuki say you recently got admitted into Tokyo University?"
"Yes."
"Which department?"
"The Department of Literature."
"Do you like reading books?"
