Love Story in College

Prologues

"Kuwaa ~ n... aanaan aaaaan ... ufuu ~ n..," as the usual and erotic voice of an idiot bell could be heard behind him, Banri was halfway across the bridge, at the head of the bridge. group .

"Sorry, are we going too fast today?"

He turned to look back at the vice-captain of the club, who was running right behind him.

"Yes, let's go a little slower."

While taking out the ponytail, which had fallen onto the collar of the shirt, the vice-captain turned around as well, and looked back at the other club members, who were running behind them.

If they walked at normal speed, a teasing bell could be heard when they were a quarter of a long bridge. The club's manager, Canada-san, follows the end of the track with his bike, where he watches over first-year students (who are not yet too strong) so they won't be left behind, and calls the bell, the club said, that's about half way for their normal forty minutes.

"That's — llll —,"

"Haaasss beeenn by …"

"There are ~ da ~~!" . . . Holding an imaginary microphone in his left hand and swinging his right hand to an R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang in a chorus. "The upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student ran over after they stared at the two with disapproval. Another second year said, "Didn't they do that every day?", with a look of surprise on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors were, they could do nothing about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "There's nothing wrong, right?" Playing together with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.

Banri and the rest of the club run this bridge every day, which is referred to as the longest wooden bridge in Japan. Even as a local, he thought the same: it must have been long. A large river separates this side (mountain) from that side (sea), which can be felt in a blurred distance. Especially now, the scene was blurred by the dusty spring breeze and, somehow quivering, looked even further away. Because the bridge was so long ago, ten years ago, a travel program featured it at their show.

Know-how, there's a bridge boom! City Hall climbed onto this expected fashion board, saying, "Let's make sure we please the tourists who will surely come down upon us!" They held endless meetings with worse encounters, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, they erected a statue of "The Seven Gods of Fortune". The child-sized statues are set along a fairly gentle mountain trail, making for an easy hiking trail. Just before the forest of trees was cut down by a bridge at the end of the path, above Fukurokuju, a large bell was hung, with its voice carrying good luck on the opposite edge. Practically saying "Please ring the bell", a hammer is placed next to it. The fact that the bell rang in a sensual way that they strangely decided to leave was: "Yes, there's nothing you can do about it."

However, some tourists who came were busy photographing the scenery from the bridge, and as a result the only visitors to the statue were the neighborhood dogs on a walk, or the training of the local high school track team. The dogs, of course, could not ring the bell. The only person who will make a perverted sound by ringing the bell is Canada.

"Huh? What happened to that guy?"

"Huh? What happened to that guy?"

Banri looked at someone, after he reduced his speed, and turned around. Surprised, the vice captain asked, "Eh? What's?"

"Look, over there .. Maybe she's not feeling well? Is she okay?"

On the bridge itself, slightly in front of Banri's group, a man wearing a khaki jacket crouched down. He held onto the knee-high fence as if he could barely contain himself. Banri glanced at the man, but hesitantly called out to him, instead of slowly approaching, silently said to himself,

"I have a bad feeling about this …"

Their eyes met in part, silently.

The man crouched down as if drunk in a blind state, or perhaps cried, or perhaps suddenly fell ill, covered his face with both hands and stared at Banri through the gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, one mysterious character, something like "wa" or "re", sparkled with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed as it flickered. He did not understand the meaning, but putting that aside, the man's eyes opened wide in shock.

The man crouched down as if drunk in a blind state, or perhaps cried, or perhaps suddenly fell ill, covered his face with both hands and stared at Banri through the gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, one mysterious character, something like "wa" or "re", sparkled with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed as it flickered. He did not understand the meaning, but putting that aside, the man's eyes opened wide in shock.

Surprised, because the half-hidden man's nose area is strange. . .

"No, o!"

Because he had been looking to the side for too long, he lost his balance and stumbled a few steps. He really doesn't want to look like that.

"Banri!"

Calling his name, the vice captain sounded surprised as well. As if that was to blame, Banri's elbow jacket was nudged.

"That's dangerous! What are you doing?"

"But, but something about that person ... what !? No way !?"

"That's dangerous! What are you doing?"

"But, but something about that person ... what !? No way !?"

Stubbornly, Banri had already run backwards, flashing while looking for the person he had just passed.

He may have seen many things, or may have been an awakened dream.

But many times he looked back, the poor ghost could not be found. He was suddenly not there. He just disappeared.

Is that entirely his imagination? Is it a hallucination? No, or perhaps, impossible ... did he fall off the bridge?

But he could not hear any sound falling into the water.