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“You were worth it, in the end. I know I said I was looking forward to this, but now that Double Face is over…”
A tear drips down Kohaku’s face. It turns into a river.
“Madara-han, you have no idea how much I want it back. You’re a great comrade. You’re the first person to come to mind when I get asked about friends. ”
So young. He’s only 16, and he’s been through so much, but…
This is the first time he’s really felt a loss.
“I’m sorry, Kohaku.”
Maybe joining Track Club back in Yumenosaki was symbolic. Kohaku’s shirt is soaked with tears, and instead of giving confort as a Mama should, I turn and run away.