Snippet #2062104

At the mention of the war, Kazuo's face blanched. He had lied to his wife many times about the amount of men who were leaving town to go elsewhere. It was a miracle she had yet to pick up on it. That very coworker he had just mentioned had recently received notice of his usefulness in the army. It wouldn't be too soon until Kazuo would be put out into the front as well. All the men were disappearing. Slowly but surely.

As Miwaku corrected herself, her husband pretended that her statement was actually a continuation of the other. She was mature enough to understand that he would be leaving her if things got too dangerous, however, Kazuo wanted to protect her from these thoughts as much as he could. Living so close to the coast, it was expected that these things were still hard.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Yoshimura and his tales." For a moment, Kazuo struggled with his thoughts and what to say while chewing a piece of broccoli. An awkward silence fell over the two of them while he ate.

"Actually," he said, looking downward. "These might tie in with his stories. It's a local tale. I really may read it to you this evening if you don't mind."