"What kind of professional are you...?"
Minamoto Wakasei listened to the old man's nonsensical words and watched his encouraging gestures, deep creases forming between his brows as profound incomprehension settled in.
Judging by the old man's words, had he mistaken him for some pathetic young man who had lost his great love, had no way to vent his sorrow, and could only come to a ramen stall to drown his frustrations in a bowl of noodles?
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