August was slipping away into its final days. The old folks always said that the "Autumn Tiger" heat would quietly sneak in after a heavy rain a dozen days from now—though it certainly wouldn't be this rain.
Because Taki had already used the broom and dustpan three times to sweep away the dead dragonflies littering the entrance of RiNg. If autumn were truly on its way, it wouldn't be leaving such a nuisance for Taki to deal with; autumn was a polite old lady.
Finally, the raindrops launched a paratrooper raid combined with mechanized infantry tactics, their pattering rhythm growing on Taki's last nerve.
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