The last week of September.
During this time, Tokyo rarely saw the sun. The rain, as fine as needle threads, continued without stop, and even the clothes worn seemed to carry a constant dampness.
This Sunday arrived as expected.
The sky remained densely overcast, and the rain could start again at any moment.
In the morning, Mrs. Kasahara was helping her youngest daughter with her studies, while Kasahara Fumi was on duty in Section Nine. In the afternoon, Mrs. Kasahara intended to take it easy, having entrusted her daughter with the tasks within the Divine Palace. She drove the Cullinan and once again snuck off to Asakusa Shrine.
The fine drizzle wetted the torii gate of the shrine, and there was not a soul in sight inside, making it appear particularly quiet and serene.
The sound of the Cullinan's engine slightly disturbed the tranquility of the shrine.
