[ Those are all words that make sense, but Pharos doesn't want to believe it. There's no way a tree could grow that fast in so few years as since he'd last seen it, and if it were moved, then they should've moved the tree back after fixing the soil. ]
It's a pine, though. It's the same sort of pine as mine, but this one can't be my tree.
[ He steps back, and looks around playground, the other trees in the garden that were planted by classes every year. They're all too tall. Frowning, he counts them off for Yukiko: ]
We planted them in order. First grade class of 2000. 2001. 2002. [ His finger remains pointed at the tree in front of them. ] There should only be five more trees after that. There's too many, and they're too old.
it's ryoji's tree :3c
It's a pine, though. It's the same sort of pine as mine, but this one can't be my tree.
[ He steps back, and looks around playground, the other trees in the garden that were planted by classes every year. They're all too tall. Frowning, he counts them off for Yukiko: ]
We planted them in order. First grade class of 2000. 2001. 2002. [ His finger remains pointed at the tree in front of them. ] There should only be five more trees after that. There's too many, and they're too old.