"By the way, did you just say-a banquet?"
Dio obediently followed behind Cheadle, suddenly remembering that she seemed to have used a strange word earlier.
Wasn't this about commemorating heroes and the dead? How did a banquet come into it?
"Oh, you haven't heard. It's a Hero Memorial Day tradition. Everyone dances and eats candy together. I suppose it gradually evolved from sacrificial rites."
Cheadle smiled, remembering something. "We call it a banquet, but young people prefer to call it a 'big party.' Some even call the memorial day Party Day."
A big party everyone attended, huh-
Dio scratched his cheek, his eyelids drooping, and tried hard to ignore that strange sense of déjà vu about being a "playboy."
After all, everyone supposedly attended, but in this weather, at a time like this, he could imagine that only people with full bellies and time to spare-or people who simply never got enough to eat-would turn up.
What he failed to notice was that Cheadle, her back to him, quietly sighed, a trace of exhaustion flashing through her eyes.
She was exhausted because she had spent three days working nonstop, using her ability almost without interruption. Cheadle was no monster like Dio, who could keep going almost indefinitely thanks to Ripple.
Although she felt she could keep pushing herself mentally for a long while yet, the depletion of her Nen Aura was not something she could ignore in the short term.
Right now, only her formidable physique was keeping her going.
She could certainly have gone back and found somewhere to rest now, but-
"The last memorial day, huh-"
As Cheadle remembered it, the last time she had attended Hero Memorial Day had been when she was eleven, with her father.
She had never attended again after that.
Dio and Cheadle