A bowl of tea over rice.
Pickled plums; dried, shredded seaweed; and leftover chicken from dinner—all submerged in a bowl of hot water with salted kelp sprinkled on top.
“I can still taste that delicious bowl of tea rice I had to sneak into the kitchen to steal…,” Atsushi muttered.
It felt like only yesterday when the aroma of kelp-scented steam reached his nose.
There wasn’t another soul in sight that evening along the riverbank. Both the sky and the gently flowing river were wrapped in a vermilion glow. All he could hear was the faint rattling of a train crossing the nearby bridge.
Atsushi listened to that sound and tottered down the path until his legs suddenly gave out, and then he dropped to his knees, sending his face straight onto the pavement.
Owww…
But he didn’t even have the energy anymore to lift his head back up. Who knew how much time had gone by since he’d begun aimlessly wandering the streets? Not even a morsel of actual food had touched his lips these past few days. He had genuinely reached his breaking point.
“Geh…”
Atsushi groaned lifelessly, unable to move.
“It’s over… I’m gonna die of hunger…”
Due to a few unavoidable circumstances…
…Atsushi was on the verge of starving to death.
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