The advantage of Hokoku Temple is its scarcity of tourists; the whole afternoon, only a couple of scattered visitors came to appreciate the bamboo forest.
Uesugi Sakura stood there with a guitar on his back, and as he inhaled the fresh bamboo fragrance, an artistic aura seemed to surround him.
"Uesugi, take a seat and rest for a bit. They might come here later," said Todaka Keichiro, who was sitting on a bench under the bamboo grove, to him.
He turned his head.
"Should I play a song first to warm up?"
Todaka Keichiro had no objections: "Yeah, it's probably for the best."
Uesugi Sakura didn't want to say much, so he directly sat down beside Todaka Keichiro.
He took out his newly bought guitar from the case, placed the guitar body snugly on his thigh, put on the strap, and adjusted the guitar's position.
He plucked the strings a couple of times to check the sound, feeling it was too relaxed, so he tuned the pegs.
