Kazuhiro checked his watch. “Right on schedule,” he muttered, adjusting his backpack. “The bus to Higashi-koganei Station should arrive at Horinouchi Bridge any minute now.” Horinouchi Bridge. It wasn’t much to look at, just a simple crossing over the dark canal. But to Kazuhiro, it was a gateway. He knew that if he timed it just right, he could catch the East 01 or East 02 bus route across Horinouchi Bridge. These routes were operated by the Keio bus line. They were his lifeline to the bustling energy of Higashi-koganei, a world away from his quiet neighborhood in Musashino. He imagined himself stepping off the bus in front of the station. The smells of ramen and takoyaki filled the air. Students laughed and chatted as they headed to their cram schools. Horinouchi Bridge. It was more than just a bridge. It was the starting point of his adventure.
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