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I am originally from the Central Branch, but now I work at the Tokyo Headquarters with my colleagues. We recently had a reunion party called "Ikomya-kai" for the first time in a while. In the Central Branch, not many locals are assigned, so many of us, like me from Osaka or Tokyo, are seniors or juniors. The most challenging thing for newcomers is the Nagoya dialect, which I heard for the first time. On my first day at the branch, a veteran colleague said, "Oi, let's go for lunch" and I was puzzled, wondering if it meant "Should I go? Shouldn't I go??" The correct answer is "Let's go." In Nagoya dialect, "Ikomya" means "Let's go." It was a struggle with so many unfamiliar words, but after a year, I could handle the Nagoya dialect quite well. Thanks to that, I can now speak Osaka dialect, Nagoya dialect, standard Japanese, and English. Today's "Ikomya-kai" was held at "Ajisen" in Toranomon. The organizer, K, made a reservation thinking it was a branch of the famous "Ajisen" in Nagoya, but it turned out to be a completely unrelated Hong Kong restaurant called "Ajisen" pronounced as "Ajisen." I was familiar with this place in Toranomon, where my workplace is located, and I have eaten there before. K proudly announced in the email that he had negotiated with the restaurant to include spicy Taiwanese ramen in the course meal, thinking it would fit the theme of the gathering. I thought, "Oh, what have we done." The gathering started at 7 pm, with half of the attendees arriving on time and the rest joining an hour later, which was quite successful for our company. The senior colleague who is a year ahead of me made a toast. The veterans who joined the company in the Showa era will continue working until the era changes to Reiwa, making jokes that the Heisei generation cannot understand. The dishes that kept coming out were nothing like the ones from Nagoya's Ajisen. Nevertheless, with dessert included and all-you-can-drink for 4,000 yen, it was a good deal. The familiar faces sparked nostalgic conversations. Concerns about the future of this gathering were raised by the 50-year-olds, as there were no young participants this time. Suggestions were made to change the organizer to a younger colleague and hold the event at the company cafeteria to make it more accessible for everyone. As a finale, the ramen resembling Nagoya Ajisen's "spicy Taiwanese ramen" was served, but unfortunately, it tasted nothing like it. At this age, we all have thinning or graying hair, protruding bellies, and more wrinkles, but it's an unspoken rule not to mention these physical changes. We drank beer, highballs, and Shaoxing wine, ate the dishes, and chatted. The three-hour banquet ended lively and amicably, with promises of another reunion in the future.