Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, watch a stream of flowing people on a bench a little further from the crowd.

The sun sets completely and the orange light from the stall dyes the entire street bright.

Running people, stopping people, friendly people holding hands and walking, on the contrary, people walking in some grumpy way.

Some things you don't know in that crowd are easy to notice if you're a little away from them like this.

So it also naturally sees what relationship they are, including Shizukuru and Yudo, who are lined up in a line of stalls a little further away, and Maple on Kirosaka.

Yudo speaking to Shizukuishi, Shizukuishi who is still concerned about the gaze around him while responding to it.

Daring invincibly, Kirasaka's gaze, who cared nothing about his gaze and voice around him, seemed to be completely focused on the stall's okonomiyaki.

Yudo also talks pleasantly, but doesn't fail to check to see if one maple behind him is bored.

And Maple looked at me and waved at me this way, and saw me answering the question several times when asked by Kirosaka.

What the hell am I looking at and analyzing?

This is the statute of a man who lives alone...

How dare a line float in the back of my brain, but this would be the detriment of being completely accustomed to one's life in class.

Being good at human observation is above all proof.

The human specialty of botches, haters, and similar situations and positions is determined by human observation and the market.

But if there's something I don't understand, it would be about me.

Self-analysis and experience, unsolicited interpretation make it possible to determine who you are and what your current standing is in.

But that is only the scope of self-analysis, and thus far from the view from an objective standpoint.

For being selfish, the quality is poor.

Even though the relationship between Shizukuishi and Yudo does not understand the relationship between Kirosaka and Shizukuishi, it does not take place between them.

I guess that's because I've decided on my own that where I've gotten in between, it's no use.

I'm trying to get a sense of distance.

Nevertheless, at a time when we are thus coming to the festival and so on, we can only say that we deserve it.

Put your hands on the ramune you bought a while ago on a bench that sounds giddy and old so as to push away the leaking sigh unconsciously.

The nostalgic flavour poured the sigh together with the refreshing carbonation.

"Are you a solo alcoholic here?

Second, the voices I'm used to hearing from behind reach my ears.

Even in all this noise, this man's voice was well heard.

I could hear it, even though it wasn't loud or loud.

One bag is offered with a sinister, low, and wild voice.

In the caged bag of heat, the grilled skewers were cluttered in a clear pack.

Upon receiving it, he was questioned by the person behind him.

"You don't have to go with me?

"... because the maple will buy my share."

No, that's not what I meant.

The voice felt heavier than usual.

... I know.

I know best what words are meant.

You don't have to be in that circle, that's what they were asking.

But the only words I can answer don't come up in me.

The only words that came out instead were words that would return questions to questions.

"... Grandma, is the store number okay?"

"I've left it to my wife, she said to give it to them."

Even though I didn't see the look on his face, I thought I figured out what the look would be like in the future.

I'm sure he's looking grumpy.

Later, let's thank your grandma's wife, too.

The fact that this guy's here means he must have seen us somewhere.

It's especially time for more people up ahead.

Probably won't be able to afford to talk long until the festival is over.

He must have come to give it to me because he didn't say he would visit the store beforehand.

Dosun and the grand old man, who sat up making a huge noise, smiled and waved at Shizukuta, who was watching this one a little further.

Scary, afraid of the way your uncle smiles!

If you're a little kid, you're totally scared at the level of crying!

But that's something I'm used to seeing, too.

Me and this guy are about as old away as my grandfather and grandson.

Because of this, I was able to honestly speak my mind without being shy.

Spin words that aren't even clustered within you, even though you know they won't be passed on to you.

"What face should I put in that circle... I don't know"

Dazzling, brilliant.

Their appearance dazzles me too much.

In the same place, even if we are having the same conversation, there is a temperature difference there as if we were pinching a border somewhere.

I won't allow myself to step inside that circle, which is terribly calm.

If you grab my head like that with a big hand, you can stroke it with a hand that doesn't care about the eagle and the mess in your hair.

"You've been thinking too much for a long time! Come on, come on!

"Ouch..."

With a hand that moves from head to back, he is pushed back with momentum.

Looking back, Grandma was dropping him off somewhere in his usual angry face.

"It's a luxurious concern if you make me say it from an old man like me! If you don't get it, just hang out until you figure it out, 'cause those guys allow it, they're gonna stay close, right?

"... something about a character who won't appear again after this -"

"Just go!

I'm sure you think I said something that wasn't in the pattern myself.

Off my face, I don't try to look at this one.

There will be no more eye contact today.

Me and this guy are embarrassed, so I don't think we can fit in.

"Bye... thanks for the plug"

Put up the bag, say a word of thanks and walk out of the scene towards the line where everyone is lined up.

Let's say I'll bring some of today's thank you later, even a knob to go shopping with me.

So I decided that I would never thank this uncle for the plug in or anything else.