For those who haven't seen yet, it is with regret that I declare that one of us, from the K Project translators, is dismissing her place.

I got the wonderful opportunity of chatting with her once and for those who haven't met her, let me say that she is a very friendly, gregarious and fair-minded person.

Here is where I express my thanks to Capioilla for all her hard work until now, providing us with much information and raws of images as she could.  I would like if everyone could messaged her, even just a little "thank you", because it's always nice to know that your work and presence was important for someone.

However, this not a farewell. This a "see you later".

We all leave eventually, but until then, we will be here. 

Good luck, Capioilla. 

It was a summer matsuri and HOMRA was waiting around listlessly in their reserved Hanabi viewing spot. Saruhiko and Misaki were still bickering about how many goldfish they had managed to snag at the Kingyo Sukui stand. Rikio cheerfully slurped up his forth order of Yakisoba while Eric was rolling around in the grass a little too comfortably. A little ways away, Mikoto and Izumi lazily smoked their cigarettes in silence. The day had been full of fun and excitement, but it had also been long. Anna let out a yawn. Tatara, bends down on one knee before the girl and says, "oya, are you tired ohime-sama?"

Anna makes a face at this teasing. However as the lone girl in the Red Clan, she was often regarded as a princess, especially by the light-hearted Totsuka. "Well, we have been waiting for Hanabi," Anna mumbles, not wishing to complain.

"Well then, ohimesama, let me entertain you with a song from a lovely red-haired princess."

As Tatara's begins, the conversations among the red clansmen cease. Izumi closes his eyes and rests his head on his hand, smiling. Abruptly stopping their argument, a softness spreads between Misaki and Saruhiko. Turning for a better view of Totsuka, the two boys unconsciously move closer to each other. Even their usually disgruntled King seems captured by the magic of his vassal's song. As Tatara's voice allows the last note to trail off into silence, the first firework bursts open in the night sky.