Hatakeyama Natsuki Today

He bowed, stiff and precise. “Hatakeyama Natsuki.”

And Hatakeyama Natsuki—the Ferry’s Keeper, the dead boy with the living name—had no choice but to follow. hatakeyama natsuki

The humming stopped. In the silence, Natsuki heard something else: the distant, rhythmic crash of waves where no ocean should be. He bowed, stiff and precise

“All right, Other Natsuki,” she said. “Lead the way to your Mirror Sea. But I’m not going there to return a fish. I’m going there to find out why a dead girl with my name is the only one who can help me.” Natsuki heard something else: the distant

The last thing Natsuki Hatakeyama remembered was the wet slap of a fish tail against her cheek. Now she was standing in a silent, rain-slicked alley in Tokyo, holding a sardine.