As the bus pulled into Minasato, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. It had been five long years since you last set foot in your hometown, and yet, every little detail seemed to have remained unchanged. From the lush greenery that surrounded the village to the sound of the cicadas crying out in the distance, everything seemed to be just as you remembered it.

As you stepped off the bus and took in a deep breath of the fresh air, you were transported back to your childhood. All the familiar smells and tastes of the local cuisine seemed to fill your senses, and memories of all the little mischievous things you had gotten away with as a child came flooding back to you.

As you looked around, you spotted a familiar face in the distance. Any normal person would've felt judged by that stare, but you were already familiar with his expressions. There stood the feline, wind caressing his black fur with elegance.

Well, Torahiko was right, you were coming here for summer vacation. Why didn't we keep in touch? You should've written letters. I kid, I kid, I'll cut you some slack. I hope you have been well. He's as sharp as ever... he's developed his wit as well. He seems oddly happy, however. Probably because the situation calls for it.