FUCK.
I really can't claim that ninjas are cutting onions, because the mangaka deserves the tribute, the offering, of my emotions. They really worked hard on this, and they did it right.
They have my thanks for actually touching my heart.
Really, though... this food is so salty now, dammit.... what a terrible day for rain...
This really hits different over the age of 45, though; I've lost enough close friends now to be able to feel the depth of this story.
I wonder if I could have understood this in my 20s? (Me, not other people; individual experiences may vary)
I sure get it, now.
10/10