I start reading it knowing it would be painful. The art remained me of the mangaka Sahara Mizu-san. It has a melancholic tone in it, a pain stuck in your heart unable to express from where it came from. You become one of among them, an invisible one around them and feeling all those suffering. But I love this kinda story that shattered me, because then I find a reason to read those and experience different shades of human psyche. It was so short but it touch depth of a person psychology. It shows a person has various self according to whom he approach. Like Mr. Tsuda. He was gentle, warm teacher but devoted husband. Ristu a child who had to be strong as a child. And Yuki who is perplexed with her own feelings.
I start reading it knowing it would be painful. The art remained me of the mangaka Sahara Mizu-san. It has a melancholic tone in it, a pain stuck in your heart unable to express from where it came from. You become one of among them, an invisible one around them and feeling all those suffering.
But I love this kinda story that shattered me, because then I find a reason to read those and experience different shades of human psyche.
It was so short but it touch depth of a person psychology.
It shows a person has various self according to whom he approach. Like Mr. Tsuda. He was gentle, warm teacher but devoted husband. Ristu a child who had to be strong as a child. And Yuki who is perplexed with her own feelings.