Rainmaking Refugee 1

Megumi was tending the clothing section of the only supermarket in the area when an unfamiliar customer called out to her. Since only villagers ever came to the store, outsiders stood out. There was another reason he stood out, too: a sense of déjà vu. As if she had known him for a long time. "This is a rare item."
The customer pointed to a cane-like object that elderly people often carried. A triangularly folded fabric was wrapped around it multiple times, secured with a thin belt, and a small button was looped through a catch.
"They rarely sell. When summer comes, languid and sentimental movie music plays. It's a story about a poor, ambitious young man who kills his wealthy friend and assumes his identity. We use that as our signal to take the 'canes' out of the warehouse and put them on display." "I'll take one."
"Thank you very much." Even though there didn't seem to be any concern about ultraviolet rays.
"This is its true purpose." The man dropped the thong of a geta sandal he had tossed, pointing it downward, and after tying a tissue as a tip with a string and hanging it, something mysterious happened. Water droplets began to fall from the sky.

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"Father?"
Megumi's memories came flooding back. She had been told that her father had been caught in a 'rainmaker hunt' when she was a child and had fled to a foreign country.
"From now on, the signal will be the signature song of an enka singer with a dress, brown hair, and false eyelashes."

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