The small bag with the smoke billowing out was condensing on the inside surface, a sight that people usually saw as soon as the little one passed by. His hands were never empty. It felt like a long time since the last time it happened, people were looking at him with eyes full of curiosity and gossip.
"Isn't he sick? Finally going to school, I think it's been two weeks or so?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's been a long time since I've seen Maruyama's little follower."
"Ah, he's still doing that? I can't believe someone is so immune enough to keep bringing him every day."
"Why? It's not like Maruyama accepted him, right? Who wouldn't want to have a little follower, I'm glad I don't have to go to the food stall every morning ugh."
"You only think about food. You're a hungry pig."
"Hey!!"
