Mount Fuji was not as beautiful as imagined, but rather a barren expanse.
Uesugi Sakura stood on a mountain path paved with gravel, gazing at the scenery below.
Sometimes he would wonder... if he had forgotten something.
"Sakura-kun..."
Hanamaru Hanabi's voice sounded from behind, she was dressed in hiking clothes, holding a red hiking stick.
More than her clothes, her face was more noticeable, with its unique blush, delicate and beautiful.
On the way up the mountain, quite a few people wanted to take photos with her.
Uesugi Sakura gazed at the sea of clouds on the mountain, saying, "Hanabi... I understand now why you always tell me not to forget you... I understand now."
Hanamaru Hanabi stood beside him, pressing down her short hair blown by the wind with her hand.
The slope underfoot reached directly to the clouds, shrouded in mountain mist, bringing an indescribable urge to leap when looking down.
