บท 59: Dreams

The scenery at the Red Barn stood out, as Murakami and three of the people were sitting on the bench, whispering to each other or even sometimes smirking.

Like they were planning something bad.

If anyone saw this, their thought would drift off to bad thoughts. Because they gathered like they were a bunch of hooligans.

It was a holiday, but they were too tired to walk into the village. They just decided to gather at the bench outside the red barn, spending their holiday time relaxing.

"Huh!?" replied Murakami, looking confused.

"Don't 'Huh!?' me, Murakami. I was talking about how we living like this was boring." Fukuyama said, sounding upset that he didn't hear what he said.

"I don't know." replied Murakami lazily. "I don't feel like doing anything so I think in here is fine."

"Yeah, I agreed. I feel like living like this doesn't feel that bad. I mean we got everything here." Kozue said.