Tadashi Hamada

The sun has long gone below the horizon. It was pitch dark outside the window, and a summer rain was rustling. The room was illuminated by the soft light of an old desk lamp, and the younger of the brothers was diligently drawing something on a piece of paper. Tadashi silently ascended to the 2nd floor and stood on the threshold of the room, looking at Hiro, who was focused on his business. Something was wrong with his brother lately, and Hamada Sr. couldn't help but notice it, the changes in Hiro's behavior and character were very striking. The younger Hamada has become secretive and is closing himself in more and more every day. Tadashi was seriously worried about this, although he pushed all the problems to the transition age, being too enthusiastic about his duties in the SFITA. The older brother really wanted to talk to the little one, to clarify everything, but he could not find the right moment. And so he decided that this moment had come.