The festival was as lively as it had ever been, nearly unchanged since the last ten years that had passed. It's worth saying, though, that this was a rather common setup for concerning security inconveniences, big or small. A few kids, or a dozen even, could be wandering out lost. Or some baddy-one-shoe could be out there and about to rain down the parade. It's surprising none of the latter had happened in the ten years the tennin was here, and it wouldn't be likely now if some peacekeeper organization was out for vigilance. Maybe.

Suzuka thought of grabbing up some choco-bananas and ramen, but was called out by a familiar voice before she had even laid eyes on a store that sold each of them. 

It was the Chief. And she had something to do for Suzuka today.

"Ah, er, Makiko! Lost kid, first thing in the day? What does Sayuri-chan's parents look like?"

Though she wasn't setting aside her midday meal just yet. The plan Suzuka had was simple: go eat, take a stroll, and lounge as usual. Let some coincidence lead to a happy reunion with Sayuri-chan's parents, or guardians, or caretaker, or... whatever. 

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