Bang, bang-bang!
The sound of hammering nails boomed against the building wall. He was working so hard he didn’t even notice the signs of an approaching visitor.
“R-rankers politely declined?”
A voice reading the words written on the doorplate. Whip! Bang Singi, a sweat towel tied around his forehead, turned around.
His eyes were tight with vigilance, but the moment he confirmed who it was, they softened at once.
She was a likable beauty. Long chestnut hair and a gentle impression made her look as if she’d just stepped out of a religious painting or a watercolor.
“……How did you come to be here?”
“Um, isn’t this ‘Astonishing Shingi-Banggi’? Where the famed Bang Singi from the East is……”
“Ahem, yes. I’m that Bang Singi myself. What brings you?”
“The reservation page was closed, so pardon me—I came in person. But that doorplate…… are you not taking Awakeners anymore?”
“Ah, that’s due to personal circumstances. ……Why—don’t…