Spring of my second year in high school... Along with the fluttering cherry blossoms, you returned to Japan for the first time in six years. Coming back from America, where they had moved upon entering junior high, they were set to transfer into a new high school. The town I'm seeing after so long, the unchanged route to school—everything feels somehow nostalgic. And up ahead, there was my childhood friend, waiting with the same smile as always—Hama Saito.