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The path opened its way onto the beach. Stepping off the turf and onto the sand, Chihaya was amused by how the finely ground sand slipped up through her toes, like remnants of the summer before she has now come back to retrieve. In front of her were the sparkling green waves of South China Sea, actually a narrow strait between Miyako and bordering Kurima Islet, a forested, gently curving shape above the water that was more of a heap than an island.

There were hardly anyone else on the beach, save a group of off-duty Marines playing beach volleyball. Once hitting the surf, Chihaya could not wait till she was able to pull off her shirt, not knowing that a Marine then abruptly stopped his serve. His companions didn’t mind at all, as their attention was not on the ball either.

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