Shizume Town nearly bathed in sun rays.

It was warm, yet not nearly as warm as Mikoto-san's or Anna's flames, which were engraved deeply into his heart. Yet it was pleasant, feeling the gentle wind hitting his face as he rode around the town, letting this warm light play on his as red as fire hair. Yata made a masterful flip on his skateboard, feeling as if it was the continuation of his own feet.

Suddenly, something, not so far away, caught his attention. Raising his head in a curious manner, he saw a familiar figure.

"Oh. It is..."

Misaki hummed, riding a little closer.