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"Can you paint?"
"I only know a little," Su Yang said. "Can you lend me your painting materials?"
"..."
It was possible.
Mitsuha felt that Su Yang seemed very familiar with her home.
It was an extremely strange feeling.
But she still took out the easel, canvas, and oil paints.
Su Yang, however, had her sit in front of the easel.
"Ah... um... I'm not very good at painting—" Mitsuha said embarrassedly.
"That's because you've never met a real teacher," Su Yang said. "If it were someone else's painting, no matter how expensive it was, you wouldn't sell it, right?"
"Of course."
"But what if it was the result of your own labor?" Su Yang said. "Being able to support your family financially through your own work is a very fulfilling thing."
"So, Mitsuha, you can just sell your own paintings."
As he spoke, Su Yang said, "Now, watch how I mix the colors."
Su Yang began.
Mixing colors.
Then brushing them onto the canvas.
It was incredibly wondrous.
Mitsuha felt as though she had encountered a god-tier teacher.
Colors.
Lines.
The sky.
Azure.
Pure white.
It was beautiful.
Under Su Yang's instruction, Mitsuha became somewhat entranced—entranced by painting.
Painting was truly amazing!
This was an entirely different level from what Teacher Sojiro had brought her, a completely different realm.
"..."
Grandma watched the two of them in the courtyard.
She felt that she ought to take back her earlier sigh.
Mitsuha and this boy were not completely without fate.
An hour and a half passed.
"H-How is it?" Mitsuha grew a little nervous.
At first, Su Yang had led her into the world of painting.
And now, under his guidance, she had completed a work of her own.
It was a painting of the sky.
"Hmm—"