(Oh, here it is...
Next to that big building... Huh?)

(The entrance... Did one of the students draw this piece...? They're hanging up their art here now?)

(They're all so good...
It's like each one is trying to suck me into its world...)

(Wait... This one's... Futaba's...?)

(She's gotten this good...?
This one too...)

(It's them... Everyone I attended class with back then drew these...)

(They improved this much in just two years...?)

Is everything alright, Ena?

I-It's nothing... I just...

Class is this way. Let's go.

Okay...

Oh...

(It still smells like paint...
All those memories are flooding back.)

Ena, the chairs and easels are here.
We can sit... There's a lot of people, so how about here?

Okay...

(I'm really here...
I've come this far, so there's no turning back.)

(I only recognize about half of the people here. The rest must be visiting from elsewhere...)

It's him...

Hello, everyone.
And welcome to our visiting students. My name is Saneatsu Yukihira. I will be your teacher.

It's nice to see some familiar faces here again...

This workshop will last for three days. You will not only be working on your foundational principles, we will also be having deep discussions regarding your work. I hope you're all ready.

(Day one involves drawing sketches, day two is oil painting and we'll be given a theme to draw as we wish on day three...)

(Sketches used to be my forte... But now...)

(No, I have to do this...
So I can keep drawing for N25...!)

You're too conscious of your light source here, so it's too detailed. It should be more like this...

...

(We're drawing flowers and sculptures today. Their textures are completely different, so I have to find a way to make them look distinct from one another...)

...

(This looks all wrong...
Is it because I haven't drawn any sculptures in so long?)

(Is my light source in the wrong place?
Is that why my drawing looks like it has no depth...?)

(What am I supposed to do...?
I know I need to look more carefully when I'm doing this...)

No, my pencil...

Sorry, Futaba...
My pencil rolled your way...

...

(She's so focused...
She probably didn't even hear me.)

(No, it just means she's that serious about this. I should pick my pencil back up and...)

What...?
No way...!

(Her sketch looks so real. No one ever goes this far. Her shadowing's so detailed too...)

(The way she used intermediate tones almost looks professional...!)

Everything okay, Shinonome...?

Y-Yes...

(I have to keep drawing...
My sketch isn't anywhere near done.)

(But...)

(No, don't let your eyes wander...)

(Just keep drawing... Just keep drawing... That's all I can do right now. I knew that I'd be the worst one before I came here...!)

Alright, time's up.
Let's begin reviewing your work.

Please bring your drawings forward.

We'll start with this one.
Whose is this?

Oh, um... That's mine.

Overall, it looks slanted, and the jawline appears bent. Is this really the sculpture you saw, Shinonome...?

Your use of shadow needs work as well. It's as if you've forgotten all your basic principles.

...

Next.
Ah, Natsuno, this must be yours.

Yes.

Hmm...

...

I have nothing to say...
If anything, it's rather ordinary. I suggest you put more effort into composition next time.

I will. Thank you very much.

Oh...

(Yeah, Futaba's sketches have always been amazing...)

(She's improved so much since then too. She probably had to draw so much to get this far...)

(I knew this would happen too.
I had it all coming.)

(I ran away while she and everyone else kept at it these past two years...)

(I guess that's it for me...)

Is something the matter, Ena?
You don't look so good.

No, I'm fine...
Sorry, I'm gonna head home now.

Oh...

Um, can we head out together?
I just need a second to pack everything up.

Alright, sure...

Thanks!
I'll be right there.

How was your first class after all this time, Ena?

Yeah... Nothing's really changed...

Nothing's changed...? Do you mean the class itself...?

Yeah, like how tense it is in there.

(Not only that, I still can't draw to save my life. Mr. Yukihira gave me his two cents as usual too.)

(Why did I run away that time...?
Would I have gotten better like the others if I stayed...?)

Tense...? I think I understand.
Mr. Yukihira's as harsh a critic as ever.

I still sort of can't believe you've been going all this time, Futaba...

What have you been up to since I left?

Oh, um... I joined the art club at my high school and started coming here every day.

Every day?
What happened to once or twice a week?

The thing is... I want to go to Tokyo Art University.

What...?!
You mean THE Tokyo Art University?

Yes, but I wasn't sure if once or twice a week would be enough to get in since it's the most competitive art school in Japan. That's why I asked my mom if I could start coming here every day.

Now it makes sense...

(Futaba's serious about art.
Unlike a certain someone who ran away from it...)

(No wonder her sketch was so good...)

Um, Ena...
I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now...

Yeah...?

I really like the way you draw.
So, I'm really glad that you came back.

Huh...?
What's there to possibly like...?

I've always been drawn to the way your art has this strange uniqueness to it.

It's almost as if you're seeing a different world, and able to express yourself in ways that the rest of us can't...

I've actually tried copying you a few times in the past, but I was never able to capture your style.

...

Alright, Futaba, let me ask you this...
What did you think of what I drew today?

Huh? I...

I agreed with Mr. Yukihira...

Okay...

But that's not the whole story...

Oh, sorry...
I was told to get home early today...

I need to go now.

O-Okay...
Um, Ena!

Yeah...?

See you tomorrow!

Okay...