The metal ball rolled to his feet. The young man sitting on the bench, staring blankly at the arched artificial blue sky, suddenly snapped back to reality, looked down, and picked up the ball.
It was a metal ball with an aluminum shell. The timer on the ball counted down bit by bit. The scene before him was overly familiar, as if stirring forgotten memories from deep within his heart, flashing countless images before his eyes.
"Hey, big brother! Throw the ball over here!"
The boy with the tiger tooth waved his hand on the lawn.
The voice called again, and the young man turned his head. Memories and reality overlapped for a moment.
The ragged boys were calling in the parking lot.
"Throw the ball over, Yamato!"
The young man came back to himself, raised the ball in his hand, preparing to throw it back.
"Catch it, broom..."
Suddenly he paused, momentarily losing his focus.
What broom? Where is this? What was he doing? Why was he sitting here?
What... was his name again...
