As the months of re-education passed, Kazutora's prison term was finally over. The prison door opened, a policeman came, he took a piece of paper and read his name.

"Hanemiya Kazutora, please prepare your own luggage".

Kazutora was with the small inmates, heard the news from the police, he quickly got up and asked

"I transferred prison again?"

The policeman looked at him and shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, you're out of jail, so we'll release you. You've been rehabilitated very well, so your superiors let you go 10 days earlier. Hurry up and pack up your things. I'm sorry!"

He bowed and ran back to his cell. Opening the door of the room, he slowly entered and looked at the backpack. Kazutora took the worn-out backpack and started packing. His thin hands groped for some old clothes and put them in his pocket. As a convict, there wasn't much, just three or four sets of clothes with a few trifles like a brush and a towel.

He took off his prisoner shirt and changed into a black T-shirt.

After 10 years of solitary confinement, Kazutora has more or less changed. His hair is longer than before, mixed with attractive black and gold strands. The big eyes still shone with the aura of a mighty tiger. He's also much quieter and doesn't talk much. He was much taller than before, but his body was thin. It seemed that he had skipped meals to lead to such a situation.

Kazutora zipped his backpack, stood up and left the room. But when he reached the door, he stopped, the silence as if telling him to forget something.

"Ah...Chifuyu...!"

He turned around, put down his backpack, and quickly walked over to the bed. He glanced under the bed, his hands nimbly pulling out the paper bags. All the paper bags in it were sent to him by Chifuyu. At first he did not dare to read, nor look at, but then every night he opened those bags and read the messages written in them.

Maybe to others, these letters mean nothing. But for Kazutora, this is the most important thing. They were the warmth that soothed his barren soul. Every time he attempted to commit suicide, these letters seemed to stop him. It says that he is not alone, that he is forgiven, that he is not alone...

"Fortunately. This backpack fits !"

Kazutora was overjoyed. The bags Chifuyu sent to him a lot, so he was afraid that he couldn't have enough, he was worried and confused just now.

He zipped his backpack and opened the door to leave.

Kazutora walked away, the prisoners, knowing that he was leaving today, greeted him happily. Standing in front of the iron door, he was a little nervous.

Where will he be from now on? Then how to eat? Or apply for a job? But why would anyone accept someone like him...

The other legs stepped out of the prison, he looked up at the endless blue sky. How should someone like him live from now on?

"Oi, Kazutora!"

A voice called out, bringing him back to reality. In front of him was a black car with its windows down. Inside the car was a boy with black hair, beautiful blue eyes like an angel. The person smiled and shouted his name- Matsuno Chifuyu.