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Coming.
Hello.
Miu. We have an emergency meeting today. You coming?
Oh.
Oh crap. Thanks for calling.
I can't ever tell anyone about the dream I had today.
Sorry.
Hello.
Oh.
When?
To him,
I'm not someone special…
I know…
that I'm not someone special.
I was scared of how people's hearts keep on changing.
I wanted something that wouldn't change,
so I started carving wood.
Excuse me.
I don't need any superficial familiarity.
I was fine as long as I was able to face myself.
Or so I thought…
Good morning.
Good morning.
Seeing her smiling face…
stirred something in my heart.
I'm
not a special existence in her life.
-Do you know about Kamakura Banksy? -What?
You don't? Let me show you.
Even as an artist,
I was nobody special.
The more I admire people,
THE GENIUS "REN KOUSAKA"
the more I get hurt.
That's why I'm, once again, emptying my mind and carving wood.
I know I'm not special…
but nevertheless…
Oh, look.
-It's Mr. Kousaka. -You're right.
Was that a woman in his car?
-She was pretty. -Yeah.
-What? -What's going on?
I don't know who she is.
The statue incident that occurred the other day…
I'm sorry.
…and the culprit behind
the "Kamakura Banksy" that's gaining attention online
might be the same person. Or so the police have informed us.
There's a chance that it might be one of our students,
so we will try to gather information
as we conduct the interviews.
Now, onto the main topic.
Mr. Kousaka, were you aware
of the artworks by Kamakura Banksy?
I'm aware of it since the students showed it to me.
Do you have any idea of who it might be?
I'm the one who drew the mural and splashed paint on the statue.
What do you mean?
I didn't think that statue belonged here.
You committed a crime.
This university president exploited so many people for his work.
You're aware of that, right, Ms. Usami?
That issue has nothing to do with this.
I didn't do the other stuff, though.
I don't draw this kind of childish, extrapunitive art.
Ms. Hamasaki, you were at the scene when this happened, right?
-Um… -I made sure my face was hidden.
-Yes. -Excuse me.
There's a fire in the courtyard.
Fire?
It's burning.
-Move that. -Stand back.
What happened?
-Hikari's artwork burned down. -Sorry.
-Are you okay? -I hadn't done welding in a long time.
-Sorry. -Let's go to the infirmary.
Hikari, you okay?
She has minor burns. Can you report it and clean up here?
Okay.
-Be careful of the glass. -You okay?
Give me your hand.
Are you sure it's okay?
What do you mean?
For keeping you to myself.
This is no time for jokes.
Oh, I saw you this morning.
You should've said something.
The lady next to you was beautiful.
I see.
On the other hand,
you care about Miu, don't you?
Hold onto that.
There. All done.
Thank you.
Mr. Kousaka,
we're cut from the same cloth.
Ms. Shiina…
Call me Hikari.
If you label yourself as something, it'll just restrict you.
Osakabe?
Oh, Miu.
Are you all right?
Look, he treated my wound.
You can't do anything until you write an apology letter, okay?
I'm sorry. Yes, will do.
-Thank you. -Sure.
Why did you voluntarily confess to the paint incident?
Because it seemed like keeping that secret was bothering you.
What will you do if you get charged?
Then you won't be able to stay here, and other workplaces won't--
I can't…
get drawn into his eyes.
You're injured.
I can tend to it myself.
Okay. Here you go.
Thank you.
There's something going on between Miu and Mr. Kousaka.
You get injured because you're thinking about dumb things like that.
Are you mad or something?
You're grumpier than usual.
Not really.
Oh, I found a match.
You never learn, do you?
Look at this.
In his introduction, he wrote how many years he was going out with his ex.
What is he trying to prove?
Stop talking about immoral things in front of Buddha.
What? Immoral?
I've never heard that word being used in normal conversation.
You need to get some.
Hey.
Don't you get bored of making statues of Buddha?
The thought of "getting bored" is ridiculous to begin with.
Because the interactions I have with myself will never end.
Are you going to become a monk?
That's better than living a life controlled by lust.
I don't think you'll look good with a bald head.
You should give up on being a monk.
I'm leaving now. I can't concentrate.
What? Why? Let's go together.
You need to work on your art.
You won't make it in time for the festival.
How boring.
His artwork…
His gaze…
lacks hesitation.
And? You ended up staying overnight?
Apparently, he doesn't believe in relationships, but he was good looking,
so I okayed it.
A guy like that is perfect just for having fun.
You can't get serious.
Someone who has
lived his whole life thinking he is special.
Someone who has been living
in a completely different world from me.
EXHIBITION IN SPAIN BY REN KOUSAKA X CHIAKI IMAI
But…
there's loneliness in his eyes.
How does the world appear in his eyes?
WHITEBAIT AND LETTUCE JAPANESE STYLE FRIED RICE
A heart emoji? You're so cute, Suzuki.
Right?
It feels great to receive this kind of feedback.
It catches your eye, huh?
But don't get too excited and press "like".
They'll get a notification that you liked it. It'll come across as pushy.
I wasn't asking for advice.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Welcome.
Did we get here too early?
Not at all.
I'm so glad.
Come in.
I'm pretty sure it's Mr. Kousaka.
These artworks started appearing
in Kamakura right around the time he came back here.
But this artwork has a different vibe from Mr. Kousaka's usual pieces.
After all that he's accomplished, would he do something this risky?
You'll understand if you see him, Saki.
He's pretty crazy.
Yeah, I wouldn't rule him out.
And he seems to be taken with you, but what do you think, Miu?
-What? -What?
Stop making it sound like that.
I don't think it's him.
Why don't you think it's him?
Well, it's just a feeling, but…
All right, let's plan a drinking party at his house and investigate.
-Good idea! -Miu, you're curious about his life too.
No, I am not.
Liar! You look really curious.
-Yes, you do. -No, I am not.
Here's the stewed fish.
-Wow. -That looks delicious.
Wow.
I'll take the empty cups.
Thank you.
Personally, if there are only two men left in this world, I'll choose Ruki.
-Now that's a hot topic to discuss. -Sorry we're late.
Just as we were talking about him.
We were just talking about going to your house.
I don't invite people over much.
-Even your girlfriend? -You prefer her place instead?
Nice to meet you. I'm Kawase.
Nice to meet you. I'm Kousaka.
-No way! -I'm serious. I buy short-sleeves too.
No way!
It's time to ask Mr. Kousaka some questions.
We'll write our questions down,
so you have to answer whichever one you pick out.
-What? -I have to answer?
Yes, you have to.
More importantly,
may I ask how one can become a great artist?
-Why all of a sudden? -Stop with those boring questions.
How do you define "great"?
To stand the test of time.
I wonder if forever exists.
Well, that's…
Of course, it exists.
-It does? -Yes, one can dream.
-Forever doesn't apply to you, Hikari. -Hey.
Here's your refill.
-I want beer. -Beer. Okay.
-I want a highball, please. -Okay, highball.
Me too, please.
I think I'll head back soon and work.
-What? Really? -You're boring as always.
Megu, you have to work on your project too.
I don't like to worry about the future.
-That's so you. -That's dangerous.
Well, I'll go now in search of forever.
-Be safe, Miu. -Yeah.
-Bye. -Be careful.
-On to the second round? -Shall we?
-Mr. Kousaka? -Yes?
Are you the Kamakura Banksy that everyone is talking about?
Let's drink.
Hey, let's talk about something more fun.
Walk straight.
Hikari, be careful.
Watch it, you two.
Hey, be careful.
-We're this way. See you. -Huh? Oh, right…
-Bye. -Bye.
Thank you.
Watch out.
I wanted Mr. Kousaka to take me home.
Sorry you're stuck with me.
Hey.
Are you serious? Come on.
You want me to get some water?
Upon closer look, you're pretty good looking, Osakabe.
-What brings you here? -You're working hard.
Here you go.
No, thanks.
I'll leave it here.
-You're observant. -You didn't eat anything.
What do you see, Ms. Hamasaki?
Why doesn't your work have any trace of hesitation?
Is that how it comes across?
I think they're pieces created by someone who has never been hurt.
Is that right?
I know that I'm not special…
but nevertheless…
I still want to reach deeper into his heart.
I know I'm not special…
but nevertheless…
Subtitle translation by: Lili Morita
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