On Saturday early morning, the sky was a dark shade of azure, and the air was chilly.
Tokyo Metropolis's Haneda Airport.
A 7-11 convenience store.
The clerk, who had been up all night, had bleary eyes.
There Kamiyagawa bought a cup of instant coffee, waiting for flight check-in.
Occasional announcements could be heard in the brightly-lit terminal outside, where the polished floor tiles reflected the hurried figures of travelers dragging their luggage.
While waiting, Kamiyagawa received a message from "Above Purple."
This boss's recent sleeping pattern was quite erratic, sending and replying to messages at completely unpredictable times—
[Above Purple]: "Hey hey! I've almost wrapped up things on my end, what about you? How did that big thing you mentioned before go?"
[Honest Bumpkin]: "It was a bit of a roundabout process, but the outcome was good. In short, mission accomplished."
[Above Purple]: "Then congratulations to you."