Today's sunset carries a touch of gold.
Looking up from the current perspective, passing through the intricate web of street wires also offers a unique scenery.
Uesugi Sakura held onto the handrail, having just taken the train home from Todai's root station.
From near to far, the scenery outside the train window shifted from fast to slow.
The city is bustling, with towering skyscrapers, rigid glass curtain walls, and with merely a glance at their 120-meter height, it's clear how much money is involved here.
The owner of this building might be a businessman or a real estate developer; what is certain is that they must have substantial financial power in Tokyo, living a life that many people can only dream of.
Uesugi Sakura does not envy such people; he wonders whether Hanabi's uncle and aunt, who also run a building, have long been blinded by a luxurious lifestyle.
