Inui, did you order the carburetors?

Draken shouted somewhere towards the back room. Having received an affirmative but dissatisfied cry of “Yes” in response, he nodded. The working day at D&D Motors was coming to an end. Ken stood, wiping his hands with an old rag and looking into the large window, behind which stretched the evening Tokyo.

Everything seems to be fine. The business is growing, there are orders. But... How to cover up the longing for a place where we are not? He was lonely. He missed Mikey, he missed ToMan. He wanted to see Manjiro smile again and hear him wail. His friend, his best friend, for whom Ken went into battle more than once, risking everything. For this purpose, he entered Brahman, but nothing worked, and he only looked at the window with an empty gaze, dropping the rag and lost in thoughts. Mikey, wait for me...

He was brought out of his thoughts by the ringing of a bell on the door. Last client? Ken turned to the door with a smile.