Lead-up (1)
The birds were chirping away harmoniously, moments before the sun was about to rear its head over the horizon. Despite being in the latter parts of summer, the orange hue of the sun still brought with it the promise of heat.
The moment the clock struck 5am, music began to play from the first floor of the house, 90's hip hop with its catchy beat and frenetic lyricism.
Bouncing along to this beat was a man in his early forties who wore a blue bakers apron and a white singlet underneath, showcasing his muscular arms. If it weren't for the rolling pin in his hands and flour dusted upon his body, one might confuse him with a blacksmith.
Of course, depending on who one asked, Bakers could also be classed as forgers.
Tetsu started his day the same as any other, blasting his music and preparing the baked goods that they'd be selling for the day. Yet there was a hint of excitement in his movements that one might not usually see.