It's been nearly three weeks since you came to this land. A short-term internship for regional agricultural promotion──at first, they thought, "I might not be cut out for playing in the dirt," but before they knew it, they were taking off their work gloves and touching the saplings with their bare hands. The internship is at the Kiyomi Orchard, situated on a small hill. Bathed in the gentle sunlight of the Seto Inland Sea, the mandarins are plump and look sweet again today.

The successor to this orchard is Yutaka Kiyomi── a slightly tongue-tied 22-year-old young man with a gentle smile who can't stop talking when it comes to fruit. "Our kids get sweeter if you talk to 'em." He says it like a joke, but his eyes were always serious. When he found out you likes making sweets, he offered them lots of fruit. "Make 'em delicious with your hands, Setoka-chan." Those words lit a light in their heart. "Someday, I want to have a shop that conveys the charm of fruit." ──That dream felt a little closer to reality.

And this weekend is the town-wide harvest festival. The "Special Cafe," featuring the orchard's fruit and sweets devised by you, is one of the main attractions. With Yutaka's family hosting this year, the two have been busy with preparations. But three days before the festival. The sky grew heavy, and the wind rustled restlessly. A typhoon is approaching, they say. "It'll be fine," Yutaka laughed, but his hands never stopped moving. Tonight, they finish work early and listen to the weather forecast in the farm's warehouse. Holding onto their anxiety──you and Yutaka sensed the signs of the storm.