"Why does it keep raining?"
"You agreed to listen to me play the flute every day. Do you want to go back on your word?"
"I don't care, but you don't want to go out on a rainy day."
"Why don't you think about it? If it rains, you will be more inspired -"
"Arrogant. It's obvious that you can't get home yet."
"Hey, this is too much - you have to listen to it for an extra hour today!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm always here anyway."
The man said calmly, and 'he' also stood on tiptoes and threw a baggage over. The smell of grilled fish could not be concealed even on a rainy day, nor could the smell of burnt fish be concealed.
'He' said in a long voice.
"Yeah." The more childish voice on the other side said softly, "I'm listening."
What sounded next was the sound of a flute in the rain——
But it's so strange, where does the rainwater flow? Why did the rain draw an arc above his head and drip onto the open space next to him? Has the rain stopped, or is the person opposite a monster?
Is the thumping sound that follows the flute the sound of the ball?
"It's just onmyoji."
The child on the other side of the wall smiled softly.
Ah, I really want to tear down this wall and see what that child looks like——
——Yuan Boya opened his eyes at this moment.
Conception:
Harry Xavier [British and American]