He had wandered around so brazenly, yet there had not been the slightest ripple.
There were no gods in this world.
"Grandma, I'm heading out for a bit."
Su Yang's soul returned to Mitsuha's clay body.
He also took that piece of junk he had casually drawn with him.
He did not take the art supplies.
His reckless wandering today had let him see all of Itomori Town, and he felt the urge to paint it.
He was a rather unusual painter himself, and no painter was uninterested in recording beautiful scenery.
"Mr. Sojiro, is there a problem?"
Su Yang returned to school, and just as Sojiro had said, he was still there before five o'clock.
Su Yang handed in his [Sketching].
"..." Mr. Sojiro seemed to let out a deep breath. "Mitsuha, I'm treating you to dinner tonight."
"I really misjudged you," he said. "Mitsuha, you're more than merely talented. You're a natural-born artist."
"Paint another one, and I'll confirm it again. This submitted work is already on par with mine."
"If it's real, then Mitsuha, you really are a genius!"
"..." Su Yang.
Well, this was awkward.
This was the junk he had drawn...
"Sis, you came back really late today." When Su Yang returned, his cute and dependable elementary-school sister, Yotsuba, was already home.
Being such a sensible girl, she had already prepared dinner.
It was traditional Japanese food.
There was miso soup and small fish.
"Something came up," Su Yang said, then looked at his sister. "Yotsuba, what do you think would happen if I said I had talent for painting?"
"What would happen?"
Yotsuba blinked her round eyes. "Would our family become rich?"
The Miyanaga Family ran a shrine. Their income came from their father, but he needed money for his election campaign, and since