In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.

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“Thanks for the lift,” Kageyama tells the driver of the hobbly truck he’d been fortunate enough to be noticed by, miles back on the highway. He’d been walking slowly along the sidewalk overgrown...

“Thanks for the lift,” Kageyama tells the driver of the hobbly truck he’d been fortunate enough to be noticed by, miles back on the highway. He’d been walking slowly along the sidewalk overgrown with weeds and tall grass, thumb hitched high into the air.

Now he’s reached his destination, a bustling city by the sea as populated by tourists as the locals that live there. The busy pier is visible in the distance, the strand made lively and colorful by all the beach towels and umbrellas and bathing suits. Kageyama hops out of the truck, slings his backpack over his shoulder, and pulls open the door to the back seat so he can grab his surfboard.

This is everything he’s carrying, all that he’s brought with him. It means the unfamiliar waves lapping the sandy beach are all he has for company. This new city will have to be his home for now.

That reminds him. The truck honks once in farewell as it trundles off, and Kageyama sighs. He doesn’t technically have a place to stay yet. So he turns toward the pier, knowing the easiest to find motels will all be on the strand—with any luck, some of them might even be affordable.

But walking along the sand with the water right alongside him is leaving too much up to temptation. He can hear the surf calling to him, hear the crashing tempo of the waves, a rhythm he knows as well as his own heartbeat. He’s barely even thought about it before he’s ducking into a little public restroom. When he emerges, it’s with his wetsuit on; too warm for the current climate, but it’s all he’s got to wear in the surf. His backpack with his few possessions now stowed, his single minded determination pulls him towards the water.

Kageyama has been traveling along the coast since he left his last town so surfing opportunities haven’t been scarce, but it still seems like too long since he last dove in. He paddles his shortboard out away from the shore. There’s lots of people already out swimming, or on their own boards—this place, with its perfect point breaks, must have a dozen popular surf spots. But nobody rides the waves the way Kageyama can.

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