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Fujiwara Reya lay at the stern of the boat, gazing at the vast blue sky while whistling.
The straight white wake left by the stern looked as beautiful as a girl's white skirt. His feet were submerged in the water, and several seagulls seemed to like him, following along persistently without leaving.
The senior and the junior were both beside him.
He was lying face-up, while the two girls lay on loungers with their eyes closed, taking a nap.
It was an exceptionally sunny morning, with the south-west wind blowing the clouds away without a trace. The sky was extraordinarily high and infinitely clear. While lying face-up and staring straight at the sky, Fujiwara Reya felt as if he was lying at the bottom of a transparent spring. Due to the clarity of the air and the effect of the wind direction, distant sounds that were normally inaudible came through with extraordinary clarity, accompanied by a distinct rhythm.
