It had been a week since Yuken and the three Ozawa Hitoshis had been in Vietnam. Now, Jinkawa and Shidaken were still sleeping in the hotel room because they have drunk rice wine too much with the locals last night. Sawanmura had taken the hotel's motorbike to buy breakfast for them since earlier, but he hadn't returned yet. So Yuken decide to go to the cafe in front of the hotel for morning coffee also waiting Sawanmura back with breakfast.

Taking the cup of coffee, Yuken stirred it with ice and took a big sip. The bitter taste of the coffee exploded on the tip of his tongue, combined with the coolness of the ice, making him feel like his morning had been complete.

"Ah, so hungry, where did Sawanmura go for so long?"

Yuken sighed, he adjust the purple lenses glasses with a laziness long complain. His brown eyes darted around, admired the fresh smell of earlier morning and everyone along the road.

The chill of the city in the early morning, along with the sound of old songs playing on the radio of the elderly drinking morning coffee, the cries of the vendors passing by. For a moment, he forgot all the chaos of Housen and Toarushi district. Replaced by a sense of peace that Vietnam had brought him.