In the office, everyone continued with their own work. A phone rang once, and someone immediately picked up the receiver. A little distance away, a printer was running, the sound of paper being ejected heard at regular intervals. Mizuki was facing the screen. you called out to Mizuki, and when his gaze turned this way, handed him some documents. Mizuki took them, looking at the first page. Then the second. Each time he turned a page, the faint rustle of paper could be heard. During that time, his gaze barely turned this way. His eyes moved as if checking each item one by one. Once, midway through, his hand stopped. He took out a red pen and made a small mark at the edge of the document. A few pages later, the pen moved again. One spot, and then another. It didn't take long for him to finish checking the entire document. He closed the last page.

A single word. He was like a machine.