Tokyo, an office building.
No matter how tedious their work usually was, lunchtime still offered a little respite. The employees gathered over the lunches provided by the company, chatting to vent their stress.
"Saori, how are things on your end? Mine are an absolute disaster. I don't think I'll even get to go home after work tonight. I'll have to stay here and pull an all-nighter."
A short-haired female employee vented as she drank a beer. Her colleagues worriedly urged her not to drink alcohol at lunch, but she merely waved them off, insisting that this little bit was nothing.
The woman named Saori gave a wry smile. She held a hot drink in both hands, in no hurry to eat. Despite the heavy workload, their company actually gave them a slightly longer lunch break than other companies did.
Of course, that hardly made it compassionate. The workload wasn't going anywhere, after all. More time resting meant less time working, and if they couldn't leave on time that evening, their boss certainly wouldn't pity them.
"I've already resigned myself to pulling an all-nighter."
Saori couldn't help giving a bitter laugh. The work piled up on her desk was far beyond what she could finish by working a little harder that afternoon. She might as well give up fighting it and stop rushing.
The colleagues sitting around her cast sympathetic looks her way, then all tilted their heads toward the ceiling and complained in unison.
"Work really is shit!"
They exchanged smiles, marveling at how well they understood one another. No wonder they'd been colleagues for so long-even the things that interested them during their breaks were the same.
[Jujutsu]
Since the concept of jujutsu had been revealed to the public two years earlier, ordinary people had initially been afraid, but