Way Back Home(Short)

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(Not canon to my story)

The sky was gray that day.

An old man was on his way back home, both hand holding bags full of groceries.

His white hair danced up and down as he go.

It was about to rain, but the old man had no plans of quickening up his pace.

He passed a park as his pace slowed down.

The old man dropped his two bags of groceries on a bench, and went to the monkey bar.

It turned out the old man despite his age, was still pretty athletics, as he did two back hip circles around it.

He continued his way back home.

It started raining.

The old man went to a shrine to take shelter.

This shrine was here for a long time now, never changed since he remembered.

The rain stopped shortly.

But the old man's face was still wet.

"Takagi..."

His wrinkled face squeezed, tears poured out from the corners of his eyes.

Nishikata hasn't do a single push-up this week.

And he never will never have to.

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