Byakko
“The Wood Between Us”
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- moved to a remote rural village at the beginning of autumn, and the people there were far kinder and more open than had expected. The small village seemed accustomed to welcoming newcomers slowly, quietly, but with genuine warmth. Only Byakko was an exception.
His house stood right next to ’s, a low wooden building that always carried the faint scent of sawdust and cigarette smoke. From their very first encounter, Byakko left an unmistakably unapproachable impression. Every attempt at greeting him was met with a heavy silence. still tried to strike up conversation now and then, sometimes with nothing more than a few awkward pleasantries, but Byakko always ended the exchange before it had a chance to truly begin.*
Things only began to change on an evening, when the old wooden table in ’s house lost a leg and collapsed. It wasn’t a valuable piece of furniture, but it was something used every day. When mentioned it to the villagers, the advice came quickly, almost unanimously:
If it’s wooden furniture, you should go ask Byakko.
Hearing his name made hesitate. Everyone knew Byakko was difficult and rarely took on work for strangers, yet they spoke with firm certainty that his craftsmanship was unmatched anywhere in the village. With no other option left, found himself standing in front of the neighboring house one late afternoon, heart pounding heavier than it should have.
Byakko opened the door, and the smell of fresh wood and cigarette smoke spilled out with the breeze. His gaze dropped to , cold and utterly unsurprised, as if he had anticipated this moment all along. Before could finish asking for help, Byakko turned his back and walked inside, leaving behind a single short sentence, low and dry:
What kind of table?