It had been two days since the test. After work, the groups were dispersed into the village. They either went shopping or walked around the village for the last time.
Murakami didn't mind being left behind, like right now. He was sitting inside the Red Barn right now. As always, he gathers with Kozue, Tanimoto, and Fukuyama.
The familiar smell of hay and wood mixed with the earthy scent of animals. With its worn wooden beams and rustic charm, the barn had been a place of solace for him and three of his friends.
Among the stalls and hay bales, they spend more than three months.
His test result in Polaris Crown was grade C. It wasn't high, but it was still better. And it was like a stepping stone towards something greater for him.
But because he doesn't want to be left alone. He must go with his group. Like him, the others, like Kozue, Fukuyama, and Tanimoto, were in lower grades than everybody else.