História A Soul Away - I. Prologue - Spring Moist Air

Oh...City of Tokyo, Japan capital. Admirable Place. With its thousands of pacific inhabitants roaming through the streets full of markets and stores everywhere. Admirable Place. Owning the proud and respectfully title of Secure and Peaceful Country. Admirable Place. Because admirable is all what it need be. And if it isn’t…. We pretend.

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The spring moist air was entering the room, just like announcing the arrival from the so hoped hot season. Light beams crossing the thin windows and beautiful pink treetops swaying by wind were what, and all, that Choji Itai was seeing on the very boring day, at the very boring photography clubroom.

“ Away again? ” – A calm and gentle voice asked suddenly.

“ Maybe yes…maybe no…everything seems so uncertain, right? ”– Argued Choji, ironically.

“Yes!” – Exclaimed the brown-haired girl. In addition, continued – “Just like MacDonoulds lunches. You never know how that shit was made or what has!”

She, in a surprising way, was way more ironic than the boy.

The two high school students smiled while glaring to the window, allowing them see a good campus vision, crowded of people, of every and all kinds. Walking on hurry.

Nonetheless, well there, at the very unique, specific, and too, very boring clubroom. The ironic duo only contemplated. While Mr. Present, anxious, was wondering about how much time like this remains for him yet. However, deeply, he knew. That the only one owning the answer was Mr.Future.

Its particular, and unpredictable, enemy.

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