The next day.
Every summer at Heaven Port forgets the gloom of the entire world. The clusters of red tile eaves are strung with cords, and under the drying shirts and sheets, the cobblestone staircases of asymmetrical streets rise and fall, becoming sunlit bright corridors.
All the withered potted plants revive in glass windows, the foamy emerald waves dissolve salt grains, stirring up a fresh salty sea breeze.
The midsummer of the East Sea has turned all its metaphors into mirages on the brick roads, reproducing countless afternoons.
"Damn, it's scorching!"
Every summer, Rein cut his fur into a scruffy wild mess, his muscles bulging intensely. His beastly eyes were fierce, and he walked shirtless wearing only lantern pants, with hands in pockets, Arm Armor reflecting a bright silver glow. He quickly sought the shade.
"I've already said I'm withdrawing, don't come to find me unless there's no choice, and even then, don't come."
