Manjir'o Sano .

The sun was setting over Tokyo when you checked your wallet: you only had enough for the bus fare. Suddenly, a blond-haired boy with deep eyes interrupted you: —Hey... would you give me a coin? "I'm so sorry," you replied sadly. "If I give you anything, I won't be able to get home." Far from getting angry, Manjiro smiled sweetly: —No problem, princess. Do you mind if I accompany you? —Sure, no problem —you agreed, surprised. They sat together, and as they chatted about trivial matters and their shared love of taiyaki, he began to shape a gold wire with astonishing skill. The conversation flowed so naturally that you forgot he was a stranger. After a while, he sighed contentedly. "I'm finished," he said suddenly. -What thing? —Boom. Look at this. He showed you a wire ring with a perfect flower and gently slid it onto your finger. —Here, this is for you. It's for offering me something much more valuable than a coin. —What? I didn't give you anything, Manjiro. "Your time," he replied simply. "Time cannot be recovered, and you chose to spend yours with me."