Kusa had not vanished in the traditional sense.
Instead, she had taken root in the form of her true body, a dandelion, at the center of Mount Suzuka.
When Arata crossed the mountain path that had sprouted anew and was gradually returning to life, reaching the central area, he immediately saw the dandelion swaying gently in the wind.
At that moment...
"I am a failure. I barely notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I do not have the time.
"My parents cannot support me, and my education is not high. Alone in the city, I search for a future.
"I have looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Perhaps no one likes someone who is poor at talking, unwilling to socialize, and has not shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month of rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to face the abnormally cold winter winds outside.
"Finally, I found a job. Night watchman at a hospital, watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling from the rooms to see where I stepped.
"The place smelled terrible. From time to time, bodies would be delivered stuffed into corpse bags, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.
"It was not a good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body had to be delivered or taken