The Voice of God.
Some say that's the best way to describe Mitsuru Wakai's voice. Strong yet exquisitely delicate, with a high range that defies limitations—listening to it is a pure joy.
If he hadn't damaged his vocal cords, there's no doubt that Mitsuru's voice would have crossed oceans, bridging Japan and the world even when the barriers were much higher.
Wataru had this thought when he received a call from Mitsuru, who told him, "There's someone I'd like you to meet. It's important."
"Sorry to bother you with this," Mitsuru had said.
"Not at all," Wataru replied. "After everything you've done for me, if it's someone you trust, I don't mind."
"Thank you. She's too special to stand still like this."
"If you're saying that, she must be something else. Who is it? Anyone I might know?"
"You probably know her name—no, I'd say it's certain."
Mitsuru chuckled, almost as if he could see Wataru's surprised expression.
