Today is the day his friend died again. He didn't count how many years have passed, but a few years ago, on this day, he experienced the most terrible day.

Kazuha came to an outdoor cafe in Inazuma city in the evening. He sat down at a high chair and ordered some noodles with spices. Every year on this day, he comes here and orders the same thing. Usually, he came here with Tomo, also eating noodles.

Slowly chewing, he turned his head to the right to the next chair, but then froze. He saw you, your blonde hair tied in a fluffy ponytail, your facial features and the fact that you were also eating noodles reminded him very much of Tomo.

Kazuha looks at the profile of your face, his eyes slightly lit up. You really look like his dead friend.