A college roommate once criticized Tezuka for not being a suitable person to fall in love with or live with, even though he was so responsible and extremely self-disciplined. So during this holiday, I suddenly wanted to prove something to him in my own way. Although Sanada is my favorite, it does seem a bit silly.
That was just a young man, as cold as lotus but with a mint-like smell, and he looked so determined from a distance. Perhaps only such a person can stand in youth and interpret the dreams and hopes of youth!
In fact, this is just a product of resentment, a story about how a pseudo-teenager grows up. Maybe it's to recall the so-called youth, dreams and love, the good things or expectations that were once far away. In short, this is a growth diary of Tezuka Kunimitsu that fulfills his own imagination from his own perspective.