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Hiromi found herself confined in the lumber room

due to her grandmother's wrath,

where haunting childhood memories lingered.

As a child, she often found herself

in this reflective space,

compelled to ponder the impact of her actions.

Grandmother! Why!? Please, let me out!

Grandma! Let me out…

In that moment of reflection, Hiromi recalled something.

The first time she was confined,

she unearthed a box of notes from her mother

hidden in the dresser's back drawer.

The nostalgic aroma of her mother surrounded the box,

prompting her to quickly conceal it.

Hiromi was determined to prevent Hatsue from finding it,

mirroring her mother Yukiko's actions.

I found it!

Tokyo Metropolitan Midorigaoka High School.

2nd year Class B, Yukiko Ozawa.

It's Mom's report card.

Seiichi Morimura.

The current principal was her homeroom teacher.

Mom's grades were amazing, she was almost ranked five.

Dear T.K.,

I've been locked up by my mother so many times

that I can't even go outside anymore.

My heart aches so much that it's painful to think of you.

I miss you so much. All I think about is seeing you.

T.K., reminiscing about the unforgettable cruise

from Yamashita Park pier to see the harbor lights

floods my senses.

The rush, your embrace in the gentle breeze,

and the taste of happiness,

it was a first.

I long to relive that night's joy,

even if it means facing my mother's anger…

T.K., I hear Mom approaching. She's coming.

Just like me, Mom was locked in this room

and deprived of freedom by Grandma.

Just for falling in love with a man.

Mom…

Could this T.K. be my real father?

T.K.

What kind of person is he?

T.K.

CLINICAL PSYCHOPATHOLOGY RESEARCH

"Dissociative fugue,

a sudden disappearance,

aimless wandering, and memory loss.

Linked to switching, mood swings,

depression, hysteria, dysthymia, and wandering habits."

FUGUE

MEMORY LOSS

ACUTE CONFUSION

FUGUE

Oh no, it's starting again.

I'm losing myself!

No! Please, no more of this!

The ancient Roman god Janus was said to be able to see

both the inside and outside of things at the same time.

This story is a grand romance about a girl whose other heart

was peered into by Janus.

THE MIRROR OF JANUS

Suppose, you too, had another face…

THE SECRET IN THE LUMBER ROOM

PRODUCED BY DAIEI TELEVISION CO., LTD. FUJI TELEVISION

Ma'am, may I ask you something?

What is it?

If you want me to let Hiromi out, don't bother.

Hatsue, Hiromi has to go to school tomorrow.

Can't you just let her rest?

If Hiromi is truly sorry, I will let her out at midnight.

Until then, I won't allow it.

Midori!

Dear, Hiromi must be starving.

But if Hatsue finds out, it's Hiromi who'll be punished.

Then I'll take the blame.

Hiromi, I've brought you rice balls.

Hiromi, where did you go?

Dear, Hiromi's…

It can't be!

Yumi!

I wish I could've cruised with you.

I'm sorry, Tatsuro. I wanted to cruise alone.

I noticed that you seemed a bit lonely.

Yumi.

You looked pretty cold.

-I'm going home. -What's the deal?

I thought we'd have a dance?

I'm a luxurious woman.

Are you ready to take me out?

I didn't bring much money today.

I'm leaving.

Yumi!

I'll make some money. I won't let you down.

What are you doing?

Hatsue, Hiromi was so tired from crying that she fell asleep.

Me and Midori will watch her here until morning.

Out of my way!

Grandma, I'm sorry for what I did.

Please forgive me.

Hiromi, I've prepared a kimono for you,

it belonged to your mother.

Try it on tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am, thank you.

"As we had no place to go to, we came

to Ikenohata from Tatsuokacho,

and entered the Ueno park."

"Then suddenly, he began to talk about his love."

"Considering his manner and the circumstances at that time,

I think he took the trouble

to take me for a walk for this purpose."

"But his attitude was no more practical than before."

"He just vaguely asked me what I thought."

Very well, that's enough.

-Masaki, are you sleepy? -Excuse me.

Dad had a major clash with my mom

last night, he came home drunk.

-It went on for a while. -I see, sorry to hear.

It's a recurring thing.

He's uneducated, lazy, and a bit of a pervert.

You took your mom's side, right?

No, neither of them. I like both my dad and my mom.

It's tough when my old man gets drunk and wrestles with me.

So last night, I wrestled with Dad for the first time in a while.

So, how'd the match go?

Back in junior high, I couldn't catch a break.

But this time, I managed to throw him three times in a row.

Then, his drunkenness kicked in.

He ended up sitting in the yard,

looking all sad and not moving.

Kinda felt bad about it.

-Masaki, you've got it good. -I'm fond of my dad.

My dad works for the government, but he's pretty average.

It's frustrating dealing with the expectations he puts on me.

Still better than mine.

My dad's usually abroad, and only home a few days a year.

Sucks to have a dad who only brings money.

Actually, my dad's a painter, so he's home every day.

You got it good, Junko.

You get along with your kind mother.

They always make us feel welcome.

-But there's one thing that bugs me. -What's the issue?

Dad always insists on bathing with me.

-Why not oblige him? -Are you serious, man!?

What about me?

Actually, I join him occasionally. Mom does too, though.

Hey, Hiromi, what's your dad like?

Mine? He's a community center director.

He's an ordinary guy and a kind father.

Your dad always seems so reserved with you.

Is he your real father?

Well…

You guys interested in learning about my dad?

He was a teacher just like me,

serving as the vice-principal

at a small village elementary school.

I actually don't remember him ever hitting or scolding me.

Isn't that because you were a quiet, well-behaved kid?

No, not at all. I used to be quite a brat

during my grade school days.

Once, I seriously injured a classmate

by hitting him with a clog.

My homeroom teacher scolded me badly,

but when I came home, my dad didn't say a word.

He just stared at me with sad eyes.

More than angry words, it was my dad's disappointment

that really got to me.

I vowed never to fight again.

Later, I discovered my dad had gone to my classmate's home,

apologizing on his knees to his parents.

In high school, I arrogantly

viewed my dad as average and worthless.

"I won't lead a crappy life like his," I thought.

Yet, those feelings vanished on the day of his funeral.

The entire village gathered to pay their last respects,

revealing my father, whom I deemed average,

as a man of tremendous integrity.

Ashamedly,

I finally grasped the true intent of my dad,

who never scolded me but communicated through sad eyes.

He believed that, through those eyes,

he was teaching me empathy.

He sounded like a great father.

Thank you very much.

Let's call it a day.

Mr. Principal, can I ask you something?

Ms. Ozawa, what is it?

Were you the homeroom teacher for my birth mother

in her second and third years?

Yes, that's right. Yukiko faced a tough situation

in the third semester of her third year,

but she was a very dedicated and bright student.

It's not my mom I'm inquiring about.

What is it?

Do you happen to be familiar with a person named T.K.?

T.K.?

He was the man my mom had feelings for, did you know him?

No, I can't think of anyone called T.K.

Is that so?

Hiromi!

Come with me for a second.

Mr. Principal.

Oh, Mr. Tsutsumi.

It appears that Ozawa has begun

searching for her biological father.

Her biological father?

She mustn't meet him.

It would undoubtedly lead to disappointment for Ozawa.

Mr. Principal, do you know her real father?

I met him once while trying to

persuade him to end things with Yukiko.

He was a daring young man,

yet selfish and difficult to manage.

T.K. stands for Tatsuyuki Kawamoto.

Tatsuyuki Kawamoto?

Kawamoto?

Tatsuro Kawamoto…

My dad gave me this birthstone as a gift,

but the base broke.

So I called the store,

and they said they'd fix it for free.

Hey, can you come with me?

-I can tag along for an hour. -Thank you!

-Welcome. -I'm Nagata, we spoke on the phone.

Yes, ma'am.

We met at Kyoko's bar in Roppongi, didn't we?

We did.

I'm Tatsuro's father.

Tatsuro's?

Excuse me…

It's hard to find a good obi clasp for Hiromi.

Look, it's Hiromi!

Grandma!

Hiromi, what are you doing here?

Get her out of here right now.

Mr. Kawamoto, why you…

Hiromi, what's wrong?

Naomi, do you happen to know Mr. Kawamoto's full name?

I think it's Tatsuyuki Kawamoto.

Tatsuyuki Kawamoto?

Tatsuyuki Kawamoto.

"T.K."

"There's no mistake, he's my father!"

It dawned on Hiromi that

Tatsuyuki Kawamoto, displaying unease around her grandmother,

must be her father.

Hiromi, you better not visit that store ever again!

It's me, Tsutsumi.

-Oh, Mr. Tsutsumi! -Is Ozawa around?

I've got academic matters to go over.

She's with her grandma right now.

Hiromi, you're lacking in spirit!

Yes, ma'am!

In an instant, Kunihiko Tsutsumi's hopes crumbled,

realizing that Hiromi was unequivocally Yumi Onuma.

Since age three, Hiromi learned ancient

martial arts from her grandmother.

But it wasn't just martial arts.

There were also tea ceremonies,

flower art, folk dance, harp, piano,

and everything that is called practice.

Entering elementary school brought suggestions

of tutoring and cram school.

Amidst her desire to play,

Hiromi was entangled in a meticulous schedule.

Although she took a hiatus from martial arts,

Hatsue has sudden desires.

Mr. Endo.

Seems like Ozawa is really a delinquent after all.

Hiromi, even if you're with friends,

you must stay away from that jewelry store in Ginza.

That man now presents himself as a company boss,

but he's a dangerous individual who preys on women.

Being associated with him will bring you harm.

Ensure you never step foot in that store again.

Are we clear, Hiromi?

Yes, Grandma.

TATSUYUKI KAWAMOTO

TATSUYUKI KAWAMOTO

KAWAMOTO

Where's Tatsuro? Why hasn't he come back home?

Dear!

Hey, are you seriously looking for him? Well?

Tatsuro and I had a chat. I've said this several times.

At his age, changing his mind isn't that easy.

Tatsuro's setbacks are because of you.

Now, he won't go back to high school anymore.

Fine, I'll find Tatsuro and encourage him

to pursue studies abroad.

It's the only viable option now.

Who's that girl?

Maybe he's a girlfriend of Tatsuro's.

Tatsuro's?

Dear, it's her again.

You say she's with Tatsuro,

but nothing is going on between you and her, is there?

-Don't be silly! -Because I won't stand for it!

I'd never do that.

I'll go have a talk with her.

Can I help you with something?

"T.K."

-"T.K."? -Tatsuyuki Kawamoto.

You are "T.K."

I'm afraid I'm not following you.

My mother's name was Yukiko.

She gave birth to me when she was 17

before drowning herself.

You knew my mother, Yukiko, right?

No, I do not. I've no idea who this Yukiko is.

Please read this letter.

It's addressed to "T.K."

It's a letter to you from my mother that never reached you.

Hold on.

You're not making any sense.

In light of what I've come to know,

my father was blamed for pushing my mom to suicide.

People painted him as this heartless, terrible guy,

and that made me dread the idea of meeting him.

But upon reading this heartfelt letter from Mom,

I found the deep love she held for him.

If she truly loved him, he couldn't be all that bad.

Hence, I felt a strong desire to meet this man.

You're my father, aren't you?

Enough!

I could never be your father, it's just not possible.

I never even met this woman you speak of.

This goes beyond a mere nuisance.

What are you doing!?

You're being bothersome.

Don't bring this crap up and bother me with it again.

Shindo, please teach me math next time.

-Right? -Sure, next time.

Oh, hey, it's Hiromi.

I bet she's thinking of Mr. Tsutsumi.

Don't be absurd.

It's Mr. Tsutsumi!

Ozawa.

Mr. Tsutsumi.

What's going on? You seem a bit sad.

Mr. Tsutsumi!

Ozawa…

Ozawa…

-No way! -It's true!

The Student Body President saw it, too.

Good morning!

If the rumors are accurate, we might be in serious trouble.

Shindo, the Student Body President, insists he witnessed it.

This isn't just an unfounded rumor.

No wonder his eyes light up when discussing Ozawa.

Please, stop.

Isn't it a bit immature for teachers

to buy into these rumors?

Mr. Tsutsumi has bounds between private and work matters.

A teacher and a student are still a man and a woman.

Ms. Somura, it's rude to talk about Mr. Tsutsumi that way.

I would say it's more like the other way around with you.

What do you mean by that?

If you're fond of Mr. Tsutsumi,

you should be more assertive with him.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did something happen?

No, it's nothing.

Good morning!

Ozawa, did you really share an amazing romantic moment

with Mr. Tsutsumi in the park yesterday?

Hiromi, you're quite bold!

-Akino, is that true? -Sure is. We saw it.

-The Student Body President saw it, too. -Enough of that nonsense.

None of those absurd rumors about Ozawa and Mr. Tsutsumi

hold any truth.

-I'm not a witness to anything. -Shindo!

Harassing people over baseless gossip is unacceptable.

Have faith in both of them, just as I do.

Ozawa, distance yourself from those spreading weird hearsay.

I have faith in you.

TOLUENE

Hey.

-Trying to make a profit? -Boss, no, this is…

I know these are being sold in the black market.

Is that so?

Tatsuro, I'm not here to point fingers.

How about it, can you send one of these my way?

-You better not refuse me. -No, I wouldn't dream of that, sir.

I just didn't know you were that kind of naughty adult.

Very well, I'll introduce one of them your way.

Looking forward to it.

I gotta cross some risky bridges to make a living.

Mr. Tsutsumi, what happened?

-Did Onuma come here? -No, haven't seen her yet tonight.

-I see. -Wanna come in?

No, I'd better search outside.

-Welcome. -Kyoko, did you see Tatsuro?

-No. -So he hasn't arrived, huh.

Well, if he's not here, I'd just be wasting my time.

Dear, what are you talking about? We just got here!

Are you Tatsuro's parents?

Yes, that's right. And you are?

Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Tsutsumi from Midorigaoka.

This is Tatsuro's father, Kawamoto.

I'd better wait here, dear.

Tatsuyuki Kawamoto.

"T.K."

You…

Oh, excuse me. I'd better get going.

He's Hiromi's homeroom teacher.

Can I get you something to drink?

-Toluene? -That's right.

The Yajuu Clan doesn't play with toluene and stimulants.

-Yumi, you best remember that. -You're riled up, huh?

I hate folks who get all drugged up.

I can't stand those who nod along to their folks

but numb their brains with that crap.

You feel me, Yumi?

It's best to keep a cool head.

Stuffing your mind with drugs

is like dumping muddy water in there.

You got that right, Yumi.

We might be a rough crowd,

but we like to keep our heads straight.

What do you see when you keep your head straight?

Yumi, it's to see the same world as you.

The same world as mine?

A newborn baby who was abandoned

sees the world of dreams for the first time.

Ryoko, are you…

Yumi, I feel like you're like a sister to me.

Boss!

You think you can stroll through town all blasted on this crap!?

You're just running away from everything!

Take care of this chick and make sure the dealer pays!

Tatsuro!

That bastard…

Yumi!

Take him to our hideout!

Yumi, please help me!

I thought I was hustling to treat you right.

Why are you just standing there in silence!?

You idiot!

You really believed my spiel about being a woman

only interested in money?

Tatsuro, have you forgotten what you said

when we first crossed paths?

The hell with money and status,

just being together was all that mattered.

Those were your words!

If you can't have a good time without cash,

just head home and grow up!

Yumi…

Yumi! Wait, please!

Don't leave me!

Yumi!

Dear, what are you doing!? Hurry!

Hey, you.

You're Tatsuro's friend, Yumi Onuma, right?

Do you know where I could find Tatsuro?

Tatsuro's catching a beating at the Yajuu Clan hideout.

What!?

-Who's there? -It's me.

-It's Trunk's barkeep! -Let her in.

Tatsuro!

What did Tatsuro do?

He's been selling toluene.

Would you hand him over to me?

Just 'cause you were the big shot in the gang back then,

doesn't mean I can just hand him over.

I've got money! Just tell me how much!

Money?

Money, huh?

-2,000,000 yen. -2,000,000? Very well.

I'll go give it to you.

Once I pay, please keep your distance from Tatsuro for good.

Mom, please don't!

This is my own problem.

If you bail me out, I'll never see Yumi again!

So, please, put the money away!

Just take it!

What are you doing!?

If you cough up this cash, Tatsuro's in for a rough time.

-Is that what you want? -That's not…

Ryoko, cut it out with this cheap-ass thinking.

If you're gonna sort things out, do it the right way.

Come on, go ahead!

-Dear, do something! -Go!

Quit tailing me!

Just so you know,

I'm ready to kill anyone messing with my freedom.

I'm not out here trying to snatch away your freedom.

I simply want to liberate your heart.

That's my genuine desire.

Cut the crap already!

Do you have any idea who you really are?

I'm Yumi. Yumi Onuma.

It still hasn't clicked for you, has it?

Shut it!

Teach, stop acting like you can boss me around!

Quit trying to control me!

Quit trying to cage me in!

I don't care if it's you, I'm gonna mess you up!

Yumi!

Tatsuro!

Tatsuro…

Yumi, I didn't sort things out with cash.

I coughed up with my own body.

Tatsuro!

Yumi, I'm disgusted with myself.

Forgive me.

Screw money.

I'm just so glad to be here with you in the wind!

Tatsuro, I'm so glad you came around.

All I ever wanted was your pure heart.

Yumi…

TO BE CONTINUED Subtitles by: GEO9875 & menhera