“Han Maru.”

When he lifted his head after hearing the voice, he saw a piece of chalk flying right towards his face. Maru slapped the chalk with his left hand. The smashed chalk fell to the floor. He wondered why such a thing flew at him.

“Huh, you managed to stop that?”

Only when he heard the voice again did he remember that he was in class. His classmates sitting on either side of him chuckled.

“Where did you leave your soul behind?” asked the teacher who taught electric circuits as he rolled his right sleeve up.

“You’re a smart guy in the drama too. If you’re sleepy, go wash your face.”

He slightly bowed to the teacher before standing up. As this teacher liked to be quite authoritative, he always nitpicked students if they did not follow his words no matter how trivial they were. He walked across the corridor and went to the bathroom. Smelling a rather foul stench, he felt his sensitive mind calming down a little.

He wasn’t sleeping because he was tired. He was thinking about something else to the point that nothing in the class entered his mind. Maru turned the tap. He looked at the mirror as he put his hands under the chilly running water.

“1989. No, if I expect a year of delay, there should be a change...