• "Yura."

A gentle, tender voice.
The old man, as always, looked at the young man with a smile.

• "Yura."

Hearing his name called, the young man opened his eyes but couldn’t bring himself to lift his bowed head.

He didn’t feel he had the right to do so.

• "Yura. It’s all right."

It’s not all right.

The young man said this, though his voice failed to come out.

‘Master….’

I am not all right at all.

Thinking this, the young man lowered his head even further.

He knew it was …