"I'll be going now. See you again." Shirakawa had no intention of spending the night on this island. It was beautiful and pleasant, but it wasn't the right place for him at the moment.
"How are you going to leave?" Hareda asked in confusion.
"The same way I came, of course." Shirakawa walked to the edge of the island and looked down. He couldn't see anything, probably because the island was so high up.
"You're not planning to jump, are you?" Hareda seemed to have figured out what Shirakawa had in mind.
"Exactly."
"You can't do that. If you want to get down, we have special flying equipment." Hareda was worried. If anything happened to Shirakawa, where would they get funding for their future research?
"Don't worry." After saying that, Shirakawa faced Hareda, leaned backward, and fell straight down.
Hareda hurried to the edge to check on him. He leaned over, but Shirakawa was already nowhere to be seen.
"Where's that kid?" The other meteorologists had finally arrived, but seeing Hareda alone, they asked him what had happened.
"He fell." Hareda said glumly. He thought Shirakawa was as good as dead—there was little chance he'd survive.
"He fell? I wanted to ask him what kind of house he wanted us to build."
"What? He fell?" The person who'd just spoken finally realized what Hareda meant. "You didn't push him because you thought he hadn't given us enough money, did you?"
"How could I?" Hareda snapped at the man. "You idiot. Besides, he said he'd be fine. He flew here."
"That doesn't rule out the possibility that he fell to his death."
"What should we do, then? Should we still build his house?"
"Of course we should. He gave us a huge amount of funding for our research. Even if he's