บท 207: Another Team

As dawn crept over Tokyo, a gentle warmth seeped into the inn's windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the tatami floors. Sota stretched, feeling the stiffness of yesterday's journey leaving his muscles as he groggily sat up. The sounds of morning activity drifted through the hallway—murmured voices, the clinking of dishes, and a faint aroma of something delicious wafting in.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself to his feet. Quickly, he changed into something more comfortable, wondering if he was the first one up. Yet as he slipped out into the hallway, he noticed others stirring from their rooms, similarly disheveled and half-awake. They shuffled toward the source of the enticing smell.