Mr. Tsukada Saburo began to adapt to life at Lamplight Buckwheat.
Actually, life here was quite good.
Everyday, just like everyone else, he simply had to follow the routine and do his part, only needing to practice how to make a soba noodle dish with a taste of authenticity.
Having let go of all those matters in the studio, he felt relaxed and liberated, no longer having to think about business, no longer having to fuss over the details of comics, no longer having to worry about sales.
His diet was regular, his sleep plentiful.
The bloodshot in his eyes, which had not faded for a long time, had now disappeared, and gradually, even the headaches and tinnitus were no longer troubling him.
Within Lamplight Buckwheat, it was very easy to attain a sense of fulfillment.
With every new customer, an old member of the shop would leave.
