"Liar......"
From Mio's right hand, the chopsticks fell and made a light noise.
"Do you think I'm such a boring liar"
The light disappears from Mr. Mio's eyes into my affirmation, and his makeup removed eyes glow smaller.
"Why, why are you saying that?
"Mr. Mio......"
Looking up at heaven with the expression of unacceptability, no, the ceiling fluorescent lamp, Mio asked with a crying face.
"You said you'd wait at home about me..."
"It's"
For that question, I...
Well, I answered normally.
"No, it's a basin, so I'm going home. Why do you look like the end of the world?"
"Ugh, I wish I could have a basin once a million years..."
"Millions of years"
"I think it would be better if your ancestors came together for a million years. You might even meet a ninja or a peace nobleman."
"We mix Neanderthals and stuff, can we get along?
There is no such thing as Mr. Mio's despair with a face that says the planet sucks.
Because I talked to him about going home.
Time is August's head. It is a peaceful dinner conversation, where the sea trips with Tsuchiya and Murasaki have also been successfully completed.
"But it's a basin for a week, not a week..."
"I'm sorry for the late consultation. Needless to say, it's a basin break for Mio..."
"I knew it, I knew it too. But I thought we were still ahead of us...!
"Isn't that the thought of a kid who can't finish his summer homework? Are you doing it properly planned this year?
"I don't have homework anymore.... Yeah, you don't, do you?
I think we've had this conversation before.
The story's out of line, in short. The conversation between me and Mio, who was going to go home last year, which I could hardly do, and spending time alone in the meantime, is the real deal.
"Don't you have plans for Mio to return home? Whatever it is, it's right there."
Mio's locality is Kanagawa Prefecture.
It wouldn't take two hours by train if it were close to Mio's childhood home, Mizuko Wakase, visited last month.
Though there is enough distance to go home every weekend.
"It's right there, I'm not going home."
"Understood."
To be honest, I'm more willing to go home now than I was as a student staying in boarding houses in the prefecture.
A human being is a truly irrational creature.
"I'm not leaving whenever I can."
"On the contrary, right? It's a typical 'lose it and realize it for the first time' system."
"And besides, right?
"Yes?"
"From all my relatives, I said, 'No one good?' They say..."
"Tonal pressure of all blood relatives"
"Why do all my uncles, aunts and cousins ask in turn... why..."
"Now, what shall I do when I return from my homecoming? The sea has gone, and is it the mountain? Do you climb Mount Takao or Mount Tsukuba?"
I'm not talking about other people either. When will they say, "I want to see my grandson's face" too?
Besides, in my case, I don't have to say grandchildren to show them about my daughter-in-law, which I know I'll regret for the rest of my life.
I feel a little heavier every time I go home thinking about it.
"Right. Mt. Nice, right? The air tastes good."
"Seriously, I thought you were also an ant when it comes to camping that feels loose overnight or two. What kind of mountain would you like? There are plenty of mountains, so you can get caught up in somewhat harsh conditions."
While I was going to wash Mr. Mio's chopsticks, Mr. Mio looked up to me and thought, "Mmm."
"I have a special feeling I can't go on a normal weekend or so, it's not hot, there are no mosquitoes, no mummies, no geese, no too many people or too few, and I'd like a mountain that I can cheer up if I told anyone else I met at work"
Here comes the tougher one than I thought.
Not that I'm so familiar with mountaineering. In my knowledge, there's only one mountain that applies to that condition.
"... Everest, is it"
"People, less?
"Sometimes Hillary Steps can have queues waiting in order."
"Heh."
In the famous difficulty of Everest, I saw online that only one can pass by because the left and right are more than two thousand meters of cliffs.
But I saw a queue of tapioca milk teas stretching through the heat.
"I guess it's the best queue of lives in the world."
Was it when I looked into it because I was curious? I remember something else coming out of the Vatican Christmas and the Comics Market.
"If we're going to Nepal, we have to check the passport deadline."
"But I wonder if it's a little far away."
"Then let's make it a little closer mountain."
Either way, now we have a plan for the second half of the summer vacation.
If you're messing with a smartphone in a cooler room, it's not going to be a vacation that ends.
"But I'm alone until Matsumoto returns... alone at home... The rice is alone, the movie is alone and Uno is alone..."
I don't think Uno can do it alone, Mr. Mio.
"There's so much you can do for one person. How about a solo trip once in a while?
"I think it would be fun to go"
"Right"
"But I probably won't go when the holidays come..."
"Right..."
"If you're messing with a smartphone in a cooler room, it's over..."
"That's right..."
This feeling.
Maybe that's really how it ended up until last year. All six years of social life, six years, until that was the case.
"I want to go to Fukuoka with Matsumoto already... Eat ramen, watch baseball. I want to buy a bay and come back...
"Oh, so we're going?
"Eh."
Friday the following week, the first day of the summer vacation.
"I have plans for a week, but you can wash them, so you can have less clothes. Just in case, just take your underwear for a few days."
"Oh, I'll pack my own underwear."
The next morning, Tokyo Station.
"I couldn't take the designated seat anymore, but you want to sit next to me anyway. Aim for a free seat in Tokyo at the start station. Oh, Mio wants Mitsuko sushi or Deep River Mei, which is better?
"What, I like both..."
"Then shall I buy both and hamburger them? Three meals for chopsticks, clerk."
Line up in front of the free seat row with two Nozomi through, securing each other next to each other on the two-row side. Five hours to be rocked while eating a station valve or picking up Wi-Fi in the car and watching a movie on a smartphone.
"I'm really not used to the size of this finished Hakata station, am I? I had a strong image when I wanted to flatten it. Oh, that's Tsukubaki-guchi, Mio."
"What, what, what"
"The bus center is Hakata Mouth. You can see the big roof of your specialty, and I recommend this one."
"Ababa Bubba"
Featuring white tile floors and ample station buildings, this is the end station for the descent of the Nozomi.
We both descended to Hakata Station, the gateway to Kyushu and Fukuoka City, the second largest city in West Japan.
"Why...?