The azure sky, dotted with a few white clouds, offered a pleasant view from the rooftop.
The midday spring breeze carried a refreshing coolness as it brushed against faces.
Hojo Tetsuji looked up, taking in the sky, recalling interviews with manga masters who always seemed to draw inspiration from such everyday scenes.
He stared at the sky, hoping to glean some manga inspiration from the view.
After a while, aside from dry eyes, Hojo Tetsuji had gained nothing.
Perhaps he lacked talent.
He heard the creak of a damaged door and turned his head, saying, "You're here."
After speaking, he pushed up his sunglasses with his right hand; the cloth wrapping Aozawa's bento box looked very familiar.
"Where did you get this bento?"
