Chapter 186 - 184

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"5 Centimeters per Second?" Toshika frowned slightly as she stared at the highest-rated new anime of January on MangaSteam. "Wait... wasn't this the one a bunch of industry folks were hyping up last week?" She remembered reading online that 5 Centimeters per Second was supposedly a vanity project—overhyped, backed by an unknown studio, and set up to flop. And yet... here it was, sitting at a shocking 9.3 rating. Toshika glanced between that and two other top releases—City of Echoes at 8.9 and Frozen Witch at 8.7. She hesitated. As much as she loved anime, short films never really held her interest. Too quick. No time to get invested. And 5 Centimeters per Second? A no-name studio, barely any promo—why would she bother? But still... a 9.3? Toshika knew MangaSteam didn't inflate scores. The accounts were all real-name verified, and with their tracking systems, it'd cost a fortune to hire people to fake reviews. No way a small-time studio could pull that off. So... was the rating legit? Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she exhaled quietly. "Well, it's short anyway," she murmured. "A 9.3? That's rare. Might dip later, but if that many people gave it top marks after the first episode, there must be something to it." She clicked to pay—the cost was minimal, just 150 yen. Worst case? I give it a zero-star rating and move on. With that, she pulled the curtains shut, switched off the lights, grabbed some chips and a bottle of Coke, slipped on her headphones, and hit play. "Do you know? They say the falling speed of cherry blossom petals is five centimeters per second..." "Huh? What?" "That's how fast they fall." Soft light filtered through the petals as they drifted down, layering pink over city streets, railings, and rampways. Within five seconds, the opening had her attention. This shot... it's too beautiful. The animation didn't feel like some mass-market production. The color grading, the composition—every frame looked like a painting. Suddenly, Toshika straightened her posture. No fluff, no long setup. Just a boy and a girl. "Look, doesn't it seem like snow?" "Is it?" The girl dashed ahead, up a slope, while the boy followed in concern. Then she stopped on the opposite side of a railway crossing, just as the guardrails came down. "Akari?" the boy called. "Takaki-kun!" She twirled, umbrella in hand, and smiled brightly across the tracks. "Next year, I hope we can see the cherry blossoms together again." The train roared past. Toshika's eyes widened. It's not even five minutes in... The story hadn't even started, but the visuals alone had already pulled her in. Each frame felt alive—like an art piece carefully composed. Then came the letters. Akari wrote to Takaki. Simple things—weather, small updates, hopes and worries. It was quiet. Uneventful. But Toshika could feel it. Beneath the plain words was something real. A subtle, aching closeness. They weren't in the same city anymore. That much was clear. The letters went on for nearly four minutes but Toshika never looked away. Between the soft lighting, the melancholic music, and the atmosphere, she was immersed. More than anything it felt fresh. She was used to over-the-top school romances where everyone was too perfect, too clever, too polished. But here... these were just two middle schoolers, writing letters, missing each other. So this is set in the '90s, she thought. No cell phones, no social media just letters. Then came the twist. Takaki had to move again. Even farther this time. Before leaving Tokyo, he decided to see Akari one last time. They agreed to meet at 7 p.m. at her local station. But snow had started to fall. And the train delayed. The story shifted back how they first met, both as transfer students. Shared books. Quiet moments. They became friends before anything else. It's not a dramatic plot, Toshika thought. But... it's so full of feeling. Every detail felt deliberate. The pacing, the quiet narration, the gentle soundtrack they all created a kind of slow, tender rhythm. She smiled as she watched them. They're just kids... just falling in love. That's it. But it feels so sincere. "Takaki, be nice to her!" Toshika whispered to her screen. "She's crying and blaming herself for the transfer. You should comfort her." But Akari didn't seem to mind. Her letters continued. And the snow kept falling. The train was delayed at every stop. Takaki grew more anxious, and though he looked calm, Toshika could feel his tension. She leaned forward, heart tightening as the story continued... (TL:- if you want even more content, check out p-atreon.com/Alioth23 for 60+ advanced chapters)

Chapter 186 - 184

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