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8. First Time Being a Hero

...Chapter 8...

...—First Time to Be a Hero—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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I responded with a nod, then looked up to get the attention of the sky.

The clouds flashed with a calm current, like trying to get close to something. At the top of the sky with a broad blue, there is a reflection of sunlight twinkling, indicating the morning has begun.

I hope a quiet scene like this won't disappear.

“Originally, I have experience living it," said Mr. Fujima with a smile back. "What else has it been ten years since we built that restaurant." Then his hand was about to snatch something from behind the red shirt, but the man pulled it away.

Suddenly I remembered the ramen problem.

"Se–actually there is something I want to say to you," I said.

"Please take it." He's allowing.

"Ah, that ...." It's just something forced my mouth to stop. "It's okay, I'm just amazed by you."

Mr. Fujima was silent for a moment, then he said again, "I wanted to ask you before." turning one of his hands, like stretching. “Are you a newcomer? That bag you're carrying looks very heavy.”

“It's true. I just came to this city yesterday,”.

“I've expected.”

“Eh, why?”

Mr. Fujima stuck his index finger under his chin, as if he was thinking. “No. I just thought ... hmm, about .. You're like a sixteen-year-old.”

“Ba–how can you—“ His words surprised me, after seeing his short analysis so accurate.

The man put his hand on my shoulder. “I'm ready at that restaurant if you have something difficult to overcome.” Somehow, but I feel like I can feel the hard work, like channeled. "Come by whenever you get there, okay?"

The offer is very interesting. But, is that going to be good? Did he offer anything work-related? Not too know about it, but judging from the movements also seem so.

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My agreement with the girl is twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Just after lunchtime, in a building in another district of the city.

Besides, the twenty minutes that happened between me and Mr. Fujima earlier were very light.

The name of the park is SatsuPark. The inscriptions on the sign were printed with large letters plated in gold ink, right next to the entry point without a gate. The part around the park is also surrounded by high walls, which makes the place look like an independent nature.

So far there is no queue. I came out of the park with Mr. Fujima, and then we parted in the opposite direction, waving each other.

"This morning is fresh enough to be enjoyed." I stopped to wait for the crossing light to turn green.

As the color of the lights changed, I muttered, "Finally." while passing through the quiet road of vehicles.

Across the street, I accidentally turned my gaze to a hysterical child looking up.

“Whoever, please,” the screeches. The boy's cry was hardly much different from a waterfall.

I squatted in front of the boy. “Sedang difficulties? Can I help you?”  Maybe this is the first time in history that I've offered to help a fellow human being.

The boy's screams are getting louder. I covered my ears with both hands. “... there, Brother ...” The little boy pointed upwards with his trembling index finger.

When I looked up, on top of a big tree with twigs of trees that spread to two shophouses that were crammed together, there was a big hairy cat. His face was perfectly round with a short snout, more like a Persian race.

“He climbed to the top without my permission!” The boy rubbed his eyes a few times.

"Give it to me" I said.

Alright. It will be an action hero who will play his role well, or at least I can match them. Now I take a slow breath, prepare the first step, and slowly climb up the tree trunk.

“Ya, I ..” Being at this height slowly made me dizzy. For a moment, my voice turned hoarse with anxiety looking down. “... ham–pir ...” Although the branch of the tree often gets in the way, but after fighting hard enough, I was finally able to get the Persian tail. He then meowed softly, as if grateful for being helped and about to say, "Thank you."

Next, we went down together.

“Looks like this cat means a lot to you, huh?” I asked while stroking the persia.

"Yes, Brother!" exclaim the boy with joy.

Not long after the Persian jumped out of my grasp, back towards its owner. In addition, it left a small scratch on my palm, but it won't matter.

"Thank you, Brother." The child took turns stroking his persia, until the sound of the cat's snoring began to sound. "Thank you for saving Richa, once again, thank you."

The happiness on the child's face also made my fatigue disappear. Maybe that's one of the things that happens when someone has done something good. There will be no disappointment coming from him.

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The only thing that accompanied me since walking was the blazing sun.

Now I was passing through a two-story cafe with open space on the porch, and an umbrella table with empty folding chairs as if to tell if the community was currently working hard.

Elsewhere, I passed an electronics store with a red cloth canopy covering its front. Meanwhile, behind the dewy glass appeared a broadcast on one of the televisions with the headline that read: Strange Air Pressure in Satsumi City On the lower side of the female reporter.

Air pressure? I murmured in my heart.

As the curiosity returned, I decided to get into it and act like a customer.

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“The Coordinating Head of Satsumi City Meteorological Agency, Tsubasa Minamoto just explained in a short message. Based on intense radar imagery and satellite imagery, the strange air currents have recently been detected in the city of Satsumi. Therefore, the community is expected to remain calm and do not panic if you feel the temperature and air pressure changing significantly in the vicinity, thanks.”

I dropped my eyes down, it seemed like other thoughts were starting to connect through my brain connection. "Wait, does this have anything to do with the girl?" muttered.

This news is like just confirming the events of the girl. "No-no, it must be a coincidence."

“Excuse me, do you want to buy it? We have many interesting types for this one.“ A man just spoke to me.

Judging from the blue shirt with the company logo attached to his pocket, and if noticed further, he must be one of the employees of this store.

My face was sweaty from panic.

“No, I want to go now; thank you!” I said, then I ran out of the store.

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It almost seemed impressed by noon.

Amidst the crossroads, I could see the density currents had changed drastically, in contrast to the situation of the previous morning.

Some striking density points revealed a group of construction workers running towards the multi-storey construction building, a row of taxis parked by the roadside, until the ice cream cart that sits and shows cold steam when the basket is opened.

I don't know why, but this time my choice was to approach the woman with the ice cream funnel hat.

“Hmm, how much is it?” Although a little nervous, I pointed at the ice cream basket.

“You want?” The ice cream seller was very energetic. He stirred the ice cream dough in the basket with a large spoon, then lifted and placed it on a light chocolate funnel.

“Es this cream is free for you,” he said softly while smiling.

“Huh?”

When I was ready to sacrifice something to pay for it, he held out the ice cream for free.

Is this what you call luck?

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...Seriate...