Hokkaido, Northern Area General Headquarters of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force.
Within the Sapporo Garrison.
Masato Yasaki, with a blade of grass in his mouth, leisurely lay on the lawn beside the base, basking in the warm sunlight from the sky.
He gazed at the azure sky, feeling an exceptional ease of mind.
Since the world went through de-industrialization pollution, for people like him who often find time to slack off, it became easier to directly perceive the ever more beautiful sky.
How wonderful.
Lying under such a clear blue sky, letting the gentle breeze brush past his cheeks.
Masato Yasaki felt he could lay there, motionless, for hours.
It would be even better to have a cup of fragrant coffee by his side.
Masato Yasaki yawned, continuing to stare at the blue sky in a daze.
"Yasaki, Yasaki!"
The call of his friend, Taro Yasui, made him turn his head and watch this friend rush over.
