Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bone cutter in Mitsukaido is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshigaya Street. Gotta grab my morning coffee, ya know? But guess what? They’re outta my fave blend! I mean, c’mon! It’s like a crime against humanity. I settle for some random stuff, and it’s like drinking liquid sadness. Ugh.
Then I head to the clinic on Sakae Street. The vibe is off. My coworker, Yuki, is all stressed out. Apparently, we got a last-minute surgery. Some dude from the next town over, Tsukuba, got into a freak accident. Like, how does that even happen? I’m thinkin’ he must’ve been trying to impress someone or something. Classic.
So, we prep for the surgery. I’m in my zone, but then, bam! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m like, “Great, now I’m a bone cutter in the dark.” Yuki’s freaking out, and I’m just trying to keep it together. I mean, I’ve seen some crazy stuff, but this? This is next level.
Finally, the lights flicker back on. We dive into the surgery, and let me tell ya, it was intense. I’m cutting through bone like it’s butter. Adrenaline’s pumping, and I’m in the zone. But then, I hear this weird noise. Turns out, it’s just the janitor, Mr. Tanaka, rolling in with his cart. Dude’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t help but laugh.
After the surgery, I’m feeling like a rockstar. We saved the guy! High-fives all around. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down Koshigaya Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie.
I finally make it to the train station, soaked but happy. I’m waiting for the train to take me home, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m standing there, just vibing, when this kid runs by and knocks my coffee all over me. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But then I see his face, and he’s just so innocent. Can’t stay mad at that.
The train ride is packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he just rolled in a dumpster and a lady who’s on her phone, yelling at someone. I’m just trying to zone out, thinking about how crazy today was. Mitsukaido is wild, man. One minute you’re saving lives, the next you’re dodging rain and coffee spills.
Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and all I can think is, “What a day.” But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mitsukaido keeps me on my toes, and I love it. Just another day in the life of a bone cutter, right?