On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",The tall man, known as Izenabe, smiled gently and walked to the shelf of household goods. "While I'm picking something out," he said,。