Old Question - Jlpt N1

Kenji turned and walked home. For the first time in twenty-five years, he did not feel the weight of a card in his pocket. He only felt the quiet, bitter grace of a letter that would never arrive.

He didn’t need to open it. He already knew what was inside: a receipt for ¥300,000, dated August 12, 1998. And a blank postcard. jlpt n1 old question

He took out a pen. Slowly, deliberately, he wrote on the blank postcard: Kenji turned and walked home