"Do you remember the numbers for the lottery?" Minamoto Tamako couldn't help but ask, "Oh right, you weren't born here... So do you remember when Tokyo's housing prices were at their lowest? How long will the financial bubble last? Has the anti-violence act been successfully implemented?"
She asked a bunch of questions like a bamboo tube pouring out beans.
Fushimi Rokushin said that you weren't like this in your dream. In the dream, you excitedly said, "Fushimi Roku" is just a name, I don't care about the name, I care about the person... What kind of person was he? What has he experienced? I'm very eager to know! I really want to meet the real Mr. Fushimi! I want to be part of his life, to understand his past—wait, it's not Mr. Fushimi, it's Mr. Hiroshi!"
After waking from the dream, he recalled this moment, still feeling a bit touched.
But now, it's all ruined.
