There is no such thing as a dead oak tree.
I'd never heard of one, at least. Every oak I've ever seen is always so tall, sturdy and strong, and is spoken of the same.
I had never heard of an oak tree falling.
That's why it was so shocking to me to finally witness it. How I ended up under the falling tree, I don't remember.
Actually, I don't remember anything before that.
I didn't feel the impact of the tree, because the next instant, and I was in an airport.
With an all-too familiar face there to greet me.
"Takku-I mean, Naota?" That voice. I recognized it immediately. Because of that, I chose to ignore its presence.
But something like that didn't stop Samejima Mamimi from running her mouth.
As a matter of fact, few things did.
"You running away too, huh Ta…Naota-kun?"
Again, I stayed silent.
"Well then, Welcome to Paradise. Or at least, the Airport that'll take us there."