Chakku! Tsuiteru!!: Patched

“Chakku… tsuiteru…”

He shoved the note into his pocket. Chakku. Tsuiteru. It was becoming his mantra. Midnight found him outside the skeletal remains of the old broadcasting center. The wind moaned through broken antennas. He climbed through a rusted grate and followed the flashlight beam down a corridor of peeled posters and shattered CRT screens. chakku! tsuiteru!!

The rabbit’s foot twitched.

He turned. A woman in a neon-yellow vest was pointing at his backpack. He looked down. The zipper— chakku in that weird borrowed-English way—was wide open. His wallet, a crumpled manga volume, and a half-eaten onigiri were all visible to the world. “Chakku… tsuiteru…” He shoved the note into his

“Tsuiteru,” he muttered under his breath. Lucky. If she hadn’t shouted, he’d have lost everything. a crumpled manga volume