[Touken Ranbu] The Sound of the Tide

Let's turn back the clock to before I became a Saniwa.

It was the rainy season in summer. Even inside the recording studio, I could hear the steady patter of raindrops outside. The air felt as moldy and oppressive as a rice ball left uneaten for too long.

When the supervisor said we were done for the day, I heard my colleagues let out long sighs of relief. I could imagine that, in weather like this, nobody would want to go outside unless they had work to do.

I politely turned down an invitation to get together from a senior colleague at the same agency. Gathering my things, I took my black hook-handled umbrella from the stand, opened it, and stepped out into the rain.

Just an ordinary day.

That's what I thought.

Back then, I could never have known that my future life would have anything to do with the Sword Warriors.

Locked, locked.

Just rambling: I'm facing the stories I wrote during my nonconformist phase without beating myself up about them anymore.

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