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Subtitles by Teddy in Japan (AKA Gigoran)

Teki Cometh

Summer

Understood.

Then, from the themes I have on hand

let’s decide after seeing the mood of the participants that day.

As for the lecture fee, 100,000 yen is fine.

Yes, I’ve set a flat rate of 100,000, excluding travel expenses.

That’ll be 3,500 yen for July. - Okay.

Here you go.

Thank you.

From the monthly expenses

subtract the pension and the small writing fees

and divide the total savings by that difference.

You’ll know when it hits zero.

That’s what I call “X-Day.”

You once wrote a French textbook, right?

Yeah. The royalties and all that.

It’s a pittance. Barely even counts.

Then all the more reason not to be stubborn

you should accept lectures for 70,000 or even 50,000.

Just being asked is already something to be grateful for.

If I’m being honest...

if it’s something I truly want to talk about, I’d do it regardless of money.

But really, for my talks, there’s no real basis for saying they’re worth 100,000 yen.

Do you think, with newspapers nowadays

that there’s any real basis for paying 3,500 yen every month?

Well, “basis,” I mean…

Basis or not...

I don’t want to stop reading the paper, so I just don’t think about it.

It’s the same with lecture fees.

If I start compromising

in the end I’d probably be willing to go speak for free. And I hate that idea.

That’s why I decided to hold the line at 100,000.

Well, I understand.

But don’t run those scary calculations too much.

I mean, thinking about how many years you have left. There’s no point.

Don’t worry. I’ll leave enough for the funeral costs.

The will is almost finished too.

Oh, by the way...

I was on a business trip to Kyushu.

As always, thank you. - Please, go ahead.

I had some homemade ham there, it was delicious.

Where exactly?

I’m designing the logo for a new hotel opening in Karatsu, Saga.

Still keeping busy, I see. - No, no…

I’m envious. - Not at all, really.

In Phedre, Racine vividly depicts scenes using the power of words alone.

Even the dramatic death of Hippolytus and the grieving figure of Aricie are

evoked through the naration of the characters, leaving a deep impression on the audience.

You won 50,000,000 yen!

This is a good chance to sort things out.

I’ve been wondering myself.

This one’s still pretty new.

Looks expensive. - Got it cheap at a pawnshop.

Birdwatching, maybe?

More “Rear Window” than “Birds.”

If you put it in Hitchcock terms.

Huh? You gotta stop peeping.

I don’t anymore.

No, even back then, it wasn’t okay.

Still, that protagonist in Rear Window was quite a scumbag.

I can really relate.

You relate to a scumbag? You, of all people?

And what exactly have you learned from French literature?

When I use this to watch the neighborhood

it’s so clear how shameful and amusing human beings really are.

Well, the stronger the thrill, the quicker you get bored... about a month.

You’ve collected quite a lot.

Do people really think an old man living alone uses that much soap?

Have I ever given you some too?

It’s basically a gift box stuffed with that safe “Japanese-style” mentality.

What I regret is dying before I ever use it all up.

That well, how long’s it been unused?

Oh, it’s been dry for ages.

If you dug it again, water might come out, right?

It’s not that simple.

It’s fine.

There are water veins running all through Japan.

Next time, I’ll bring the tools and check.

By next year, you’ll be drinking much better barley tea.

Signature here please. - Yes.

Here. - Thank you very much.

Not only Phedre, but also Iphigenie became the subject of an opera by Gluck,

reborn as Iphigenie en Aulide (1774).

Racine's tragedy, once performed at the festivals held in the Palace of Versailes,

which symbolized 7th century monarchy,

was considered an "opera without music" that went against the trends of the time.

It's since been given new life as an opera, offering a new vision of the theatrical world.

This is Watanabe.

I just sent the manuscript.

Sorry again for asking for an extension.

But, just as Mochizuki-kun advised…

When I focused on how French in the 17th century

was refined as the language of social gatherings

I could write something I was satisfied with. - It’s about the rules of society!

Follow them!

Yes, I think it turned out well.

Why does it always turn into this?

Ah, again… - Please, stop it.

Let me know when the next meeting is set.

The sign says, “Leaving dog droppings is a crime.”

Can’t you read!

It’s the owner’s responsibility!

But there’s no proof it was mine.

Hardly anyone with dogs walks through here.

And yet, right after you pass, it always shows up. That’s proof!

I don’t know anything about that.

I always prepare, like this.

Then take it home right away!

What, are you saying I smell or something?

I clean my dentures, and… I shower at least once every three days.

It’s summer, after all.

Everyone stinks when they get old!

No, I didn’t mean… - How damn rude.

Fine, I’ll do it. Since you insist that much.

But it’s not mine.

Why should I be the one to take it home?

Sorry for the fuss. - Ah, no…

These days, dog owners really lack discipline.

But still, why is it always in front of my house, and never yours?

Come in.

Hello.

Sensei, did you forget, by any chance?

I reminded you last weekend.

I said I’d come by on Wednesday.

Ah… - Right.

I thought today was Tuesday.

If it’s inconvenient, I can come back another time?

Not at all. Come in, please.

Excuse me.

When you’re always at home, you lose track of the days.

Just spacing out.

Come on in.

Sit here and wait a moment. - Okay.

Sorry, I feel like I just barged in.

No, if no one drops by like this my days have no rhythm.

What should we do for lunch?

You like pasta, don’t you?

The supermarket by the station has too many good options

I ended up buying a bunch of stuff.

That’s nice.

As for Marivaux…

Around here…

Yeah, it’s organized well.

This one…

It’s got plenty of illustrations too.

Let’s see…

Look.

Wow, amazing.

It even has the blueprints of stage sets from back then.

Like green onion?

What a nice smell. Soap, right?

Do you remember Koda?

Yes.

I hear he’s teaching Japanese now at the Grande École in Lyon.

Can you believe it? Him of all people.

I really caused you so much trouble back then.

No, no.

You’re the one who had it rough, being chased around.

It was awful, honestly. Like being stalked.

But you scolded him firmly for me.

Still, that’d be unthinkable now.

A teacher stepping in about a student’s relationship.

We weren’t in a relationship.

Is that so?

You listened so kindly to me back then.

It meant a lot.

You said once

“I’m not interested in people still under construction.”

Such a clever phrase. - Forget that.

We were young then, Koda and I both.

For me, it still feels like just yesterday.

You haven’t changed at all.

You mean I haven’t grown?

No…

Maybe inside I’m still under construction

But on the outside, I’m worn down.

Not at all.

I thought one day I’d become someone mature and admirable, like you.

But it’s not so easy.

The gap hasn’t closed at all.

I drank too much in the daytime.

Well, I’m on summer vacation all year. But will you be fine?

Didn’t you say the women’s magazine staff shrank,

so you handle not only films and plays, but gourmet too?

I’m too busy to think about anything, so I’m fine.

But I was glad you asked me to write a review.

Seeing a play together, then afterward chatting like this over a meal.

Fun times end so quickly.

That’s how it always is.

What?

I might get divorced.

Why are you saying this so suddenly?

It’s not sudden.

You’ve had too much to drink.

What now?

What do you mean, “what now”…

One more cup of coffee.

The last train!

Sorry, I left the cleanup half-done.

Are you okay? Want me to walk you to the station?

No need, I’m used to it.

I’m more worried about you walking home.

I had a great time. Let’s do it again.

Take care. - Good night.

Autumn

Excuse me. - Yes?

Is this radish kimchi? - Ah, yes, radish kimchi.

Spicy?

It is, but not too spicy. - Oh, not too spicy.

What about this one? - That’s napa cabbage kimchi.

Cabbage? So this one’s spicier?

Yes, a little spicier. - Oh, just a little?

I’ve been scheduled for a hospital checkup next week.

Oh, really.

I’m already depressed. Even drinking isn’t fun anymore.

Never go to a full-body exam. It’s not worth it.

What about you, Sensei?

Since before my wife passed, so…

It’s been over 20 years.

No, you really should go.

Early detection is crucial.

Why go looking for trouble deliberately seeking out illness?

Right?

Health checkups don’t make you healthy.

Well, being too healthy is its own problem too.

Living longer than your savings allow, that’s tragic.

There you go again.

But you own a fine house.

A house too fine is a burden to maintain.

Well, I get that, but…

When push comes to shove, you can rely on others, or even the state.

No matter what government it is

they don’t want people with no income,

who can’t pay taxes to live long, do they?

Sometimes deciding not to rely on anyone it actually gives you peace of mind.

Well, as long as you’re alive, something good will always come along.

And what happens when those “good things” stop coming?

That’s the real question.

You should try calculating once, how many years you’ve really got left.

It’s strange. Life takes on a sharper edge.

Thank you very much.

Oh, you’re already here? Good evening.

Mind if I have a drink? Sorry about that.

That's the owner’s niece.

She’s been helping out here from time to time lately.

Ayumi-chan.

This is designer Yushima, and the professor I mentioned before,

Watanabe-sensei.

Pleased to meet you.

I’m Ayumi Sugai.

I’ve wanted to meet you. - Good evening.

You’re at Rikkyo, right? - Yes.

Third year, French literature.

Though saying that to a professor might dig my own grave someday.

Please, teach me a lot. - I’m no professor anymore.

See? Something good already happened.

Ah, you’re leaving already?

That’s right. Stay a little longer.

See you.

So, Rikkyo...

Well, if it’s just a bit of damage to the exit, you’ll be fine.

Kimchi, was it? - Yes.

The extra spicy kind?

I think… just the regular one.

But still kimchi. Did you eat a lot?

I thought it was about the usual amount.

No, no.

When you get older, you have to cut back more than before.

Keeping the same pace as always just doesn’t work anymore.

Welcome.

Apparently this was my uncle’s favorite book, Night Flight.

I see.

And you?

As for Saint-Exupéry, I only read The Little Prince

when I was a kid.

No, I mean...

your favorite novels, authors.

Please don’t. That’s scary.

Why?

If a French literature authority asks me that kind of question

it’s too much pressure. - No, no.

I’m just a recluse who left the university over ten years ago.

It’s just, it makes me happy to know young people are still interested in French literature.

Back in high school

I gave up halfway on both The Red and The Black and The Stranger.

And yet, somehow, I still chose French lit in college.

The first novel I actually finished was… I think Zazie in the Metro.

Who was that again... Louis Malle?

No, he was the film director.

It was written by… Raymond Queneau.

Yes, that’s it!

Reading more and more, I eventually got hooked on...

Boris Vian, or Duras.

Duras... I’ve never really taken to her.

I understand.

Because your specialty was Racine, Moliere… Theater, right?

You know quite a bit.

I like Phedre, too.

Really? - Yes.

What do you cook?

I only make simple things.

So you can’t actually cook?

Saying that, but I bet you’re picky about ingredients.

It’s just me eating alone. Even if I go all out, there’s no fun in it.

Then I’ll come eat.

Can I come? - Sure, but...

My usual menu probably won’t be enough for you.

Is there something you’d like to eat?

Then, something from In Search of Lost Time.

What kind of dish is that? - Anything’s fine.

Don’t all the meals in that book sound delicious?

Just saying the title makes me hungry right now.

You get it, right?

Enemy

They say they enemy is coming, and everyone is fleeing.

Apparently they're coming from the north,

but there's also rumors that they're already nearby.

If you want to know about how to prepare for escape...

In the results from your last test

there was something concerning,

so I’d like to take a closer look.

Um... what about the doctor from before?

He’s off today.

I see.

Are you uneasy with me?

I may be a woman, but I’m good at this.

Not at all, I never thought that for a second.

I’ll be in your care.

Does it hurt?

I’m fine.

Embarrassed?

I’m fine.

Doctor, please hurry.

We’re already inside.

Wow amazing.

Well then…

Shall we eat? - Let’s.

So, what now?

Are you staying over tonight?

Sensei.

Do you want to be with me?

Have you wanted that from the start?

If that’s true, you should’ve told me sooner.

Me too, Sensei...

But in that case, we only have fifteen minutes.

The last train is at 11:40.

11:40…

11:40…

11:40…

11:40…

Like this… - Just like this…

Stay like this… - 11:40…

11… 40…

Ah, perfect timing.

This time might take a bit longer than usual.

Will that be okay? I just wanted to check.

Friday?

Yeah, but no need to come pick it up.

I can send it tomorrow.

Ah, I see.

Then around two o’clock.

Okay.

Was that Mochizuki?

He hasn’t changed, has he?

Even though he’s editor-in-chief of a travel magazine

he still asks someone like me, from a different field, to write.

I guess that makes him pretty influential.

How’s it going?

There’s progress,

but from here on, it looks a bit tough for an amateur like me.

I figured.

But I might soon get in touch with a well digging master.

Next time, I’ll bring him along. - There’s really such a master?

Yes.

But you don’t need to push yourself anymore.

If it’s about costs, we’ll manage things on our end.

Don’t worry about it.

But really, is it okay to be busy digging wells out here?

A stage props company must be struggling these days, right?

You shouldn’t trouble yourself, Sensei. Please just leave it all to me.

Even if I’m not as capable as Mochizuki

I’m still your student, and I only want to be of some use to you.

By the way, did you have a visitor just now?

Someone was standing over there.

Who?

Not sure who… but it was a man.

What’s that supposed to mean? How old?

I think younger than me.

That’s unsettling.

He just kept staring this way, so I glared back…

But he didn’t flinch. Just stood there.

Then suddenly, he was gone.

Thank you very much.

The perspective and development are sharp

very much like you, Sensei.

Before I give critiques, please have something to eat.

Thank you. I’ll dig in.

When you ended up alone, I was worried about you

but I’m relieved to see you’re doing well.

I wouldn’t say I’m doing well… C’est la vie.

Ah, sorry.

He majored in business administration.

These days, even publishers won’t hire someone from French literature.

It can’t be helped.

Back then, it was strict.

Speaking so casually like this, I couldn’t have imagined it.

Was I really that strict?

But you were an excellent student.

I got a perfect score on the grammar exam

And as a reward, I had your wife’s home cooking here.

Those were good times.

Back then, Nobuko seemed happy too.

You devoted your life to French literature.

Your commitment was always our admiration and our goal.

Sensei…

I am terribly sorry.

We will have to bring your serial to an end with this installment.

From the next issue, we’re planning a redesign.

And the culture section will be drastically reduced.

So it’s absolutely not because there’s a problem with your work.

On the contrary,

you had loyal readers and things were just about to take off.

But at the executive level, no compromise was possible.

We held out until the very end.

Which is why we could only inform you at this late stage.

I regret my inability to help.

My deepest apologies.

Well…

It is a travel magazine, after all.

And lately, European trips haven’t been very popular.

So continuing a French literature essay series

must have been difficult for you internally.

I should be the one thanking you for everything.

Without a doubt, very soon

we’ll prepare another place for you to demonstrate your talents.

I’ll be in touch.

Regarding the enemy

The enemy has finally begun to land.

As a result, refugees are fleeing from Aomori Prefecture along Route 4.

Please check the latest official government information in the link below.

Welcome.

The usual?

NOTICE OF UNPAID TUITION FEES 567,250 yen

Thanks for waiting.

So? What did you think of Bataille?

I don’t really get it, but…

It was intense, or rather…

Intense.

Not just “intense.”

Try to make the effort to be a little more specific.

Don’t do that. Feels like an oral exam.

Sorry, sorry.

Did they cover Bataille in your classes?

No way.

At school it’s always safe material. It gets boring.

That’s how it feels when you’re young.

Does that make you mad, Sensei?

I’m not your teacher, but...

even if it’s boring, I think you should still go to school.

I mean, school is...

a place to learn how to deal with boredom.

I’m too busy with part-time work to afford that luxury.

Not worth helping out at a place like this for low pay.

This place is different.

It’s where I get to talk with someone special, like you.

It’s not about the money.

Do you eat lamb?

Oh, Proust?

Roast leg of lamb with Bearnaise sauce.

I’m confident in it. Look forward to it.

That sounds delicious.

Eat well, get your strength back, and keep working hard on your studies.

Thank you very much.

I wish I could have studied under you, Sensei.

But it’s already too late for a lot of things.

Is something troubling you?

If you’d like… I could listen.

Winter

“The number you have dialed is not in service.”

“Please check the number and dial again…”

Hey, hey, are they closing this place?

The owner changed. Apparently it’ll become a bone-setting clinic or something.

They said it wasn’t supposed to be such a difficult surgery.

That’s what I’d heard too.

Until just the other day, he was fine…

But now he’s been asleep all this time.

He's way younger than you, and yet he's the one lying here like this.

Please, scold him for me.

Excuse me, may I run to the kiosk real quick?

Oh, yes. - I’ll be right back.

You were awake?

You tricked me.

Get better soon, and let’s go out drinking again.

But Night Flight, that bar, suddenly shut down.

This may sound strange, but…

Do you know how to contact the owner of Night Flight?

Remember, when we went there together, there was that young girl?

She was the owner’s niece. Do you remember?

After that...

she said she wanted to hear more about French literature

So I would stop by from time to time.

Then she told me that her father lost his job and couldn't pay tuition

but she still wanted to study and asked me for advice.

So I lent her enough for tuition and living expenses for the time being.

And suddenly… I couldn’t reach her anymore.

Well...

Maybe I was swindled.

Strangely, I’m not angry.

If anything, it almost feels like it was meant to happen this way.

Yes… a punishment I deserve.

What.. where is it?

Huh, take it off?

What?

Run?

Wait, what do you mean, run?

Your wife… No, I’ll get the doctor!

“I, Gisuke Watanabe, hereby make the following will.”

“By choosing this troublesome way of dying

I have caused great inconvenience to many people,

and I once again offer my sincere apologies.”

“I am truly, deeply sorry.”

“Since I had already decided to end my life in this manner,

I did not take out a life insurance policy.”

“My remaining savings

should be used to cover the funeral and disposal of household items.”

“As for the paintings, antiques, and miscellaneous items stored in the shed,

I entrust them to my former student, Mr. Mitsunori Kabashima.”

“Some of them may have uncertain value,

but as Mr. Kabashima runs a theatrical props company

I sincerely hope they can be of use in his work.”

“As for the disposal of the books in my study,

I entrust that to my former student, Ms. Yasuko Takatsukasa.”

“Most of these books

are now out of print and quite valuable.

So if you choose to sell or donate them,

I strongly request that you select an individual or organization

who truly understands their worth.”

“My family temple is Josō-ji.”

“A posthumous Buddhist name is not strictly necessary

but if it would cause difficulties at future memorial services,

please consult the chief priest.”

“In that case, please offer an additional 100,000 yen

as the fee for the name.”

(Ami Rinka - I can't stand it anymore...)

I can't hold back anymore. I'm a married but haven't been able to forget you since I saw you.

Please have sex with me just once. As thanks, I will give you 3 million yen.

Although I'm married, I've hidden my true feelings, because I shouldn't be unfaithful.

Even with these hidden feelings, my daily life hasn't changed at all, except

I can't stop thinking about you. My body feels hot, I can't live my normal life.

I promise this will be just this one time. I'll send you nude photos, so please reply.

A will like this…

How detailed is it supposed to be?

Come to think of it…

my cousin Kikutarō, who died of a subarachnoid hemorrhage two years ago

his son became a high school teacher, if I recall.

What was his name again?

Makio.

That’s right. Makio.

Who’s there!

I’ll call the police!

Come out!

Wait… wait a minute!

You used to say it all the time, didn’t you?

"Why not just get rid of this old house

and move into an apartment, life would be easier."

Maybe you were right.

But you know…

Guess who came last night?

Look.

Kisaburō Watanabe.

My grandfather.

I never met him, though.

But yesterday, he was standing in the garden.

I wasn’t living alone in this house after all.

That’s why you came back too.

The world has changed so much. The pride of being a former university professor

all that pride and dignity only gets in the way of living now.

But I just can’t accept the idea of living only to survive.

That’s something I’ll never come to terms with.

What used to be considered a normal life back then is now called a luxury.

So maybe it was better that you went ahead of me.

Enduring poverty together that would have been the thing you hated most.

Right?

Sorry… I’m tired.

And you have an early morning tomorrow too, don’t you?

About the enemy

Refugees? Seriously?

It's nonsense. Mass hysteria. A hoax.

No real media is covering this. Come to your senses everyone!

If you believe the tv and newspapers, then you're finished.

I just spoke to a refugee.

The enemy is coming from the north.

If you watch you'll be caught or killed.

Escape south on route 4

Escaping cars can pass through Morioka City

When crossing the border there was an accident

Why isn't it being covered on the news?

Refugees stormed Don Quijote in Utsunomiya and looted the place

The police open fired and killed several people.

scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary

It's martial law

What is the self defense for even for?

Please feel free to take one

I’m so happy.

I always wanted to try this once while we were alive…

but you didn’t like the idea.

You taught French literature, and yet

you never once took me to Paris.

To be honest…

I was never confident in my spoken French.

But I shouldn’t have worried about that.

We should’ve just gone, the two of us… to Paris.

French couples, you know

they confirm their love with words, right?

Because French is a language made for speaking of love.

Tell me, if I die, will you marry someone else?

Of course not.

There’s no one out there who’d marry me.

That’s true.

Hey, don’t say it like that.

Promise me you’ll never marry anyone else.

Come in.

Good evening.

Welcome back.

Coming through.

I’ll get it.

May I have a word?

And who might you be?

Who are you?

First, please tell me the nature of your business.

This gentleman....

It’s been a while.

I came here once before with Mochizuki.

My name is Inumaru, from Toro Shinsha.

Ah, yes.

I must apologize again for the trouble when your series was cut short.

Actually, Mochizuki is no longer in charge.

I’ve been given full responsibility now.

So I came to ask if you might consider returning with a fresh start.

That’s why I’m here.

So… you mean a new series? - Yes!

But you can’t just show up without notice like this.

We were just about to have dinner.

I’m terribly sorry.

Wait… is tonight hotpot?

I can smell the broth. It’s wonderful.

It’s ready to eat now.

Everyone, please have a seat.

Oh, my husband’s always in your care.

Please, go ahead.

Then, if you insist.

Thank you for the meal.

For sensei too.

Young people really do eat with energy.

Sorry, I didn’t have time to eat today.

Here, let me serve you some, sensei. - Thank you.

The meat’s all gone.

There wasn’t much meat this time.

You’re shameless. - Don’t be shy, eat up.

Dear, could you bring the rest of the vegetables from the kitchen?

And some cold beer too, please.

Mr. Inumaru, did you also study French literature?

No, for a country boy like me that’s a bit too fancy.

I mostly read France Shoin instead.

Genre-wise…

I’ve always liked the mature women stories best.

Ah, sensei.

Is there any theme you’d like to write about now?

A theme...

Anything at all is fine.

Like something you’ve been thinking about lately?

Lately... maybe The Enemy.

Enemy?

The one they say is coming from the North. You haven’t heard?

Well, it’s probably just rumors, or delusions really.

But it feels real, doesn’t it?

I don’t want to read about war.

Sensei, you experienced the war, didn’t you?

Apparently I experienced the Great Air Raid while still in my mother’s womb.

I remember there used to be a bomb shelter in the garden.

Do you actually remember things like that?

Trauma, even before you’re born.

Writers love to say things like that.

I’ll talk to my boss about it first.

So… the Russia issue?

No, he’s talking in metaphors.

L'ennemi ne s' approche pas lentement.

Il attaque par surprise.

“The enemy does not approach slowly.”

“It strikes without warning.”

So… which is greater, reality or literature?

Honestly, I really don’t know.

Yes?

Oh, Chief Editor, yes.

What? No…

I’m actually at Mr. Watanabe’s place, having hot pot.

What? No, I’m not drinking.

No, no, no…

Right in front of me, my husband....

shamelessly spoke in a language I don’t know.

How disgusting.

But it translated it for you!

I’m sorry, I overstepped.

You...

you imagined this woman, got aroused...

and pleasured yourself over and over, didn’t you?

What are you saying…

There’s no point lying to me.

You did it, didn’t you?

It was only imagination. - Imagination is worse!

Stop it.

Didn’t you say you’d never love anyone but me?

That staying together for life is what matters?

What happens to me, who believed you and worked so hard?

That woman...

she only went after you because you were a handsome, single professor.

That’s not true. Takatsukasa was a serious student.

Professors really are naïve, aren’t they?

The moment you were unexpectedly fired

she rushed off and married someone else.

Enough already.

You can’t possibly endure someone like that.

That’s why she divorced right away.

Marriage is endurance.

She’s only toying with you. - I said stop it!

Where are you going?

This is your house, yours and mine!

You won’t go to Paris with me anymore?

What?

Fine. Paris is nothing but dog crap everywhere anyway.

Let’s go to Paris! Let’s go!

Right after you left, this man... he attacked me. So that’s why…

Sensei, rejoice.

Water came out of the well.

Now in summer we can drink delicious barley tea.

You’re not planning to dump that body into the well…

You wouldn’t do that, would you?

Because if you did, we couldn’t drink the water.

Such delicious water!

Sensei!

Kabashima…

Kabashima…

Don’t worry.

Everything that happened today...

is just a dream I’m having.

If only that were true.

How could this be real?

My dead wife scolding you...

some young man I barely know dying…

Sensei.

Do you imagine me and do it by yourself?

Forgive me.

It’s strange for a student to suddenly ask that, but...

is it your imagination, Sensei?

That’s right.

I…

Back when I was a student, you often called me in during breaks

to help in your office.

Just the two of us, all day long.

You often invited me to plays as well.

And afterwards, it was always dinner and drinks.

Just the two of us, late into the night.

Thinking back now, that was really abuse of authority. Like harassment.

Don’t say that.

They’re good memories for me.

You too…

You said it was educational, and happily went along.

Do you seriously believe that?

How pathetic.

What?

You’re just making the “imaginary me” say that, to reassure yourself.

You really are…

Watanabe-san!

Look at this!

Did you have guests over last night?

It sounded pretty lively. Went on late, too.

Uh… how many voices did you hear?

What do you mean?

Did you hear a woman’s voice too?

Ah, hey!

Take this with you.

I’m telling you, it’s not mine.

But you admitted it before.

Back then I just got tired of the hassle and cleaned it up out of kindness.

This person here’s my witness.

Huh? A witness? - What did you see?

No… just this.

Anyway, I haven’t even been using this road.

That’s a lie.

Things were dropping here two or three times a week.

I told you…

I got sick of being suspected, so I changed my walking route.

Then why’d you come this way today?

On the way back, the security around the park street was intense

and it scared my baby.

So it really is that.

“The enemy.” - Yeah.

The enemy… you mean from the north?

Once this rain stops, spring will come.

When spring comes, surely… I’ll see everyone again.

I wonder how everyone’s doing.

Quickly… I can’t wait to see them.

Spring

“The bequeather, Watanabe Gisuke, declares his will as follows.”

“The bequeather, Watanabe Gisuke, has no parents, no children…”

“and no surviving spouse.”

“Furthermore, as there are no siblings or other heirs…”

“by this will, my primary property…”

“namely my residence and land, free of mortgage or lien…”

“I bequeath to Watanabe Makio, son of my cousin, Watanabe Kikutaro.”

“The house has long been kept as property of the Watanabe family,

and I have done my utmost to preserve it.

Makio, you must bear this in mind,

and take care not to recklessly transfer it elsewhere.

I ask that you exercise restraint.”

“My greatest wish is

for you, Makio, to live in this house yourself.

If that proves impossible due to your work circumstances,

then at least do your best to preserve the house.”

“If faced with rising property taxes or other reasons makes it impossible to keep,

may you sell it.”

“However, if you were instead to rent it out to a trusted friend,

to me, that would at least be preferable to selling it.”