Shibamata Old Street had many shops, especially snack shops.
Rinne, holding a tray of takoyaki, turned to look back.
Kenny and Jennifer were feeding each other cotton candy;
Cho was no longer with the children, instead strolling and chatting with Marietta;
Cedric and Rolf were behind them, seemingly discussing something as well;
Neville held a large bag of taiyaki, handing them out to James and Alfred;
Vincent wore a miserable expression as he followed behind the two young witches, whose arms were full of loot.
She somewhat regretfully withdrew her gaze.
At the very front, Hayahiko and Meiko were greeting the shopkeepers.
This old street had witnessed the rise of the Shingu Family, as well as its march toward glory.
Generation after generation.
Rinne looked at her parents' backs, seeming to recall something.
In a little over a year, she would begin taking over the family business.
Boom— A brilliant firework burst across the night sky.
She looked toward the clock at a nearby shop.
11:50.
In another ten minutes, she would have one less day of leisure left.
Following her parents to the bridge, she stared blankly at the pitch-black sky.
The fireworks just now had been reminding people that a new day was about to arrive.
Kenny and Jennifer stood beside her.
"Miss Shingu, what are you thinking about so intently?"
Rinne looked at them. "Have you ever thought about the future?"
"What's there to think about?" Kenny tightened his arm around Jennifer. "Just live the way you want. Isn't that enough?"
"What if something comes up that you really resist doing, but have no choice but to do?"
"Tch, then don't do it if you don't want to."
"Kenny—" Jennifer took her hands. "Rinne, I think you're just too fixated.
If you don't want to do it,