Chapter 387

The sky was faintly gray, the time hovering between dawn and daybreak. The howling wind and driving rain were gradually subsiding, as if signaling that this long, dark night was finally coming to an end. In the back alleys of the University of Tokyo, the lights of the ramen stall were still on. Ten minutes earlier, Minamoto Wakasei had already left. Behind the warm, yellowish curtains, Uesugi Etsu was alone, tidying up the food counter and washing the bowls, chopsticks, cups, and spoons left behind by his customers. Two figures walked slowly from the end of the long street, seemingly engaged in a continuous conversation. As they drew closer and closer to the ramen stall, their voices grew louder.