In the fields, Wheat Valley, on the crisscrossing ridges outside the small town, a graceful and carefree figure was running.
On this narrow path between the fields, his footprints sparkled, like the dew on the green grass in the morning light, with an undeniable brightness under the first rays of dawn.
The wind blowing from the front ruffled his hair, and under the intense rapid breathing, his heart pounded more intensely.
The power lines extending into the town also gradually magnified with his light running steps.
This place borders the Inner Sea, backed by Cherry Hill, with the morning wind blowing from the seaside, bringing a salty, moist smell, and by noon, it returns from the mountain top, bringing a hint of coolness in the sultriness.
Aunt Eguchi, squinting for a long time, finally saw clearly who was running so early in the morning, placed her hands on her hips outside the cornfield:
"Yo, isn't this Sakura?"
