Category: last magic

01 Sakurako

I wonder when I first learned about magic?

By the time I was old enough to remember, it was naturally just… there.

It wasn’t something “convenient” or anything like that. My grandmother would chant long incantations like she was telling a story and light a tiny flame on the palm of her hand.

It was so beautiful and fantastical that I was completely captivated.

But when I said,

“Magic is so amazing!”

my grandmother would look happy, yet also a bit sad.… Read more

Prologue

My high school is in Shibuya.

When people hear “Shibuya,” most probably imagine the Scramble Crossing by the station. But the school I attend is near Jingu Stadium—a slightly more settled, quiet area.

Still, there’s no changing the fact that it’s in the heart of the city, and the traffic is quite heavy. Even the time spent waiting for the lights to change feels a bit longer compared to my hometown, Urayasu.

That’s why, while waiting for the signal at the crosswalk right in front of the school, I was completely absorbed in talking with my friend.… Read more