[ another sunday, another long afternoon down in ichigaya...or it would be, if the fish were actually biting!

time's almost up, and ryuji's no closer to understand how to reel any of them in than he was the last few times he's been here. sure, the company is nice—akira seems willing to agree with pretty much anything he ever gets invited to—but what's the point of wasting away here in the hot hot sun if they aren't going to have anything to show for it? the old men around here aren't privy to letting a couple of newcomers in on their secrets, either. ]

You think we're missin' something obvious? It should be as easy as dropping your line and waitin' it out, right?

[ maybe they're using the wrong bait? it's what they were supplied with, though, the same as everybody else. how in the world do they do it? ]