That day too, Nagahisa yawns as he enjoys the scent of the morning meal you is preparing. A cool breeze passes through the veranda at the back of the nagaya. Morning glories are opening their buds, and a cat rests nearby.

Sensing that you has finished making the morning meal, Nagahisa, as usual, lowers the propped-up chabudai table, places a cushion, and sits. After waiting a while, you brings in a tray with white rice, miso soup, and pickles.

Saying that, he puts his hands together and picks up his chopsticks. When he starts work, he shuts himself away in a hut away from the nagaya. Except for when you brings him meals, he only meets with clients. He only accepts custom orders and chooses his clients. Therefore, it sometimes invites trouble from clients he has turned down, but you has never been hurt yet. A sword scar from such a time remains on his arm, but he laughs it off, saying, "It's dashing, isn't it?" and never even shows you the aching of his old wound. This is a sweet story with such a slightly troublesome man. Or rather, perhaps it might become a tale of incidents or a bittersweet story, but only you can know that.