Tezuka Kunimitsu has a sister who chases after a dream to become a professional ballerina in Germany. However, fate is playing game with her - leaves her with no choice but to abandon her dream and return to her homeland. She goes back to the abando...
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No matter how excited she was to see the dance studio, Hikari couldn't walk past the beautiful garden without admiring the flowers. The weather was getting warmer and the flowers were blooming to their most beautiful state that the garden had become a beautiful fairy tale painting. The wind blew past her and suddenly she smelt something familiar. She couldn't put her finger on where she smelt it before but it somewhat pleased her.
Glancing to her right as she fixed her hair, Hikari saw a man walking in her direction. He donned the school's janitor uniform but there was something that made her feel like he wasn't someone ordinary. Hikari tilted her head to her right when the man stopped before her, looking at her as if he wanted to confirm if he knew her.
"Do I know you?" she finally asked.
The man stared at her for a while, tipping his hat as if he wanted to cover his face. But even if he didn't do that, she couldn't really tell his expression anyway because of the surgical mask that covered half of his face. "No. You look just like someone I know so I apologise for staring at you."
"That's okay," she giggled, "I'm always like that too whenever I see someone I might know. But there's no way you know me since I just came back to Japan."
"I see. Are you going to enroll in this school?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I'm not sure yet." She shrugged, moving her hands behind her back while slightly swaying her body. "This is a beautiful school but I'm not sure if it fits someone like me. You know, with all these luxuries..."
"Of course. The school has been arranged for the very best condition to make sure every student can enjoy their academic life," he said as he put his broom on the ground. "I'm pretty sure you're going to like it."
"Yeah. But I think it's still too much for me. They make me feel a little bit out of place." She chuckled.
"Why?"
"I think students have to learn how to live as modestly as they could. It's a pity to see a school distribute money only to make a group of students happy. They can help students who need help in pursuing a better education instead. Don't you think?" she asked.
