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Grandma died.

Here you are.

Pork rice bowl.

Granny's special.

Thanks.

Oddly grandma's pork rice bowl

was always topped with a sour plum.

So sour!

Daisuke, you're such a big eater.

Grandma's special pork rice bowl.

I'm missing it already.

Grandma was always kind

but I got on her wrong side once.

The complete works of soseki natsume

and then.

Volume eight - and then

what are you doing?

Daisuke!

I told you to stay away from my bookshelf!

It's the most precious thing to me.

I was so traumatised

I could no longer read novels.

© ow a\° oo 0” ev qe I could no longer read novels.

I could no longer read novels.

I'm so sorry.

Huh?

I didn't mean to hit you.

That was years ago, remember?

Had you been able to enjoy novels,

you would've led a richer life, daisuke.

Nah, not by much.

Grandma led an ordinary life running a diner.

I thought so.

Until I saw that book again.

Goura diner is closing.

Thank you for your loyal patronage.

What's this?

Daisuke!

You're still at it?

Yes, I am.

The complete works of natsume soseki

and then.

And then, huh?

Natsu...

No, come on. Natsu... me...

Natsume soseki?

Mum!

Look at this!

Natsume soseki's autograph!

What? Is it real?

It must be!

That's why she hit me when I touched this book.

Why else would she hit her sweet four-year-old grandson twice?

Who's Tanaka yoshio?

To Tanaka yoshio - natsume soseki

beats me.

Tanaka yoshio?

Tanaka...

Biblia antique books?

Grandma?

No way.

It's grandma!

It all began with an antique book

and the many lives it touched.

The antique

Biblia antique books

Hello?

Anyone here?

One... ten... hundred... thousand...

50 million yen!

- Sorry! - It's okay...

I brought books for appraisal.

Shinokawa shioriko of biblia antique books.

Goura daisuke.

Your books.

May I take a look?

Please.

Thank you.

Here.

It's these here.

My late grandma's old purchases from here.

Natsume soseki.

Iwanami shoten's pocket edition.

The first in Japan to publish

the complete works of soseki.

A budget compilation yet elaborate.

They're the first to include all of soseki's diaries.

Commentary specially written by

soseki's disciple komiya toyotaka.

There are over 30 versions

of soseki's complete works.

- Wow. - Indeed!

I think soseki is one of Japan's most beloved writers.

No, I don't mean soseki but..

You.

You flatter me.

Right. There's a book with an autograph inside.

And then?

And then.

It looks authentic to me so...

Let me see.

Complete works of soseki - volume eight

To Tanaka yoshio - natsume soseki

Biblia antique books

I am a cat

sanshiro

the three-cornered world

Poppy

light and dark

to the equinox and beyond

botchan

grass on the wayside

did your grandmother name you?

Huh?

She gave you the name "daisuke"?

I'm not sure.

Haven't you read and then?

- No. - Don't read much?

I can't read novels.

Your grandmother scolded you?

How do you know that?

She treasured her books.

They mustn't touch, but you did.

You were four or five, so you reached

for a title you could read.

- Reprimanded? - And hit, twice.

That was generous of her.

Had the secret been...

Sorry.

Huh?

I've always been told

I babble when I have a book.

What secret?

I can't say.

I must respect your grandmother's privacy.

Sorry.

Natsume's autograph was fake.

- So it's just a scribble? - Yeah.

Then sell them off.

Yeah.

But grandma treasured them so...

Young grandma,

you shall stay here with old grandma.

Did your grandmother name you?

She gave you the name "daisuke"?

Hey, why was I named daisuke?

Your grandma insisted.

Seriously?

Apparently, it's the name of a character from her favourite novel.

Complete works of soseki

volume eight - and then

And then.

As rushing footsteps

echoed past the gate,

a pair of large wooden clogs

dangled from the sky

in daisuke's mind...

Daisuke

ever since grandma hit me,

I cannot read novels full of words.

My heart races

and I break into cold sweat.

All I got was that

the protagonist's name is daisuke.

I still don't get it.

If that autograph's fake,

why did I have to get hit twice?

What secret did my grandma have?

It traumatised me, I can't read novels.

I've a right to...

Know.

Will you keep it between us?

Promise.

Soseki's autograph was...

Forged by your grandmother.

What?

Tanaka yoshio loved books

and sent your grandmother volume eight - and then.

Probably 53 years ago.

How can you tell?

The price tag inside and then.

Written by brush.

Only used the year this store was opened.

In 1964, the year of the Tokyo Olympics.

I see.

It says "ownership stamp".

That's the one.

Ownership stamp that's the one.

Ownership stamp

it's like a stamp an owner uses to Mark one's collection.

But only volume eight is missing it.

You're right.

Probably she had volume eight first,

then got a whole set

and disposed of the duplicate

to line her bookshelf.

What for?

Having only one would stand out.

Why not just hide it?

Maybe she felt safer to line it among other books.

She did all that to hide it from her family.

Because it was from someone special.

- The dedication signature format. - This?

Authors not only write their own hame

but also who it's for.

Who it's for in the centre,

the author at the end.

But not yours.

Probably it only had Tanaka yoshio's name.

The handwriting is different.

Inconsistent for one person

to have written it.

Why did mr Tanaka sign it?

It's not uncommon to put your name on a gift.

Soseki's autograph was forged

to hide that it was a gift even if it was seen.

Taking such precaution means...

It was a forbidden love, never to be revealed.

A forbidden love, never to be revealed.

When did your grandmother get married?

Ofuna bearing rejected you.

Don't open my mail!

The result won't change.

What about my privacy?

No privacy as long as you're under my roof.

Get a job if you object.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Hey!

What year did grandma get married?

1960.

1960...

In 1964,

the year of the Tokyo Olympics.

Because it was from someone special.

Mum, you were born in?

1965.

A year after the Tokyo Olympics.

Grandma received that book

after she got married?

What?

Nothing.

Mum,

have you read and then by natsume soseki?

Nope.

But I saw the movie.

Starring matsuda yusaku.

I think it's about a male protagonist

who steals another's wife.

What?

A forbidden love, never to be revealed.

Complete works of soseki

volume eight - and then

Yoshio...

Kinuko, I trust you.

A forbidden love, never to be revealed.

Could...

My real grandfather be someone else?

Grandma's secret, never to be revealed.

Unravelling it from a book.

She's...

Complete works of soseki

volume eight - and then

I'm no longer scared of that overwhelming darkness.

I'll go find what makes people happy.

We'll go together as far as we can go.

Yes, we will.

Campanella pointed to a distant field

outside the window and cried.

That's it for today.

A little more!

- All right. - See you.

- Bye. - See you.

See you. Take care!

Bye!

I wanted to thank you for the other day.

I'm glad...

I asked you to look...

At the books.

I love antique books.

Not just for the old stories inside,

but the new stories of the people

whose lives they touch.

That's it.

Too heavy. Good here?

To the counter, please?

Sorry.

Want a hand?

No, that's...

It's okay.

Thank you.

- Is here good? - Yes.

Thank you.

Hey.

Would you like to work here?

- Huh? - What?

It's good to have a guy around.

- Got a job? - No, unemployed.

Really? Can you drive?

Yeah, sure.

- You're hired! - Hired?

Aya! Don't take her seriously.

But I am, sis.

You're injured. You want staff. A part-timer.

- 1 do, sure, but... - See?

You're unemployed?

Shouldn't you be working?

But I can't read novels.

No problem. You got strength.

Aya!

Don't trouble mr goura.

Fine then. Even if he did,

you'd only talk about books

and bore him into quitting.

Like all others.

Will you take me as a part-timer?

Excuse me?

But on one condition.

Condition?

Done here!

Could you put out the signage?

What should I do next?

The lights, please.

The newer books sell faster.

I see.

Line them without gaps.

You'll know when one gets stolen.

But stuffing the shelves too much

will damage the books.

So, do it like this.

Like that. I see...

And watch out for this spot.

Take this wedge out

and the bookshelf will collapse.

Collapse?

That's deadly.

Wedge, don't touch, danger.

I'm appraising it.

Love poetry by saisei muro

thank you so much.

Please come again.

Shioriko.

Well...

You remember?

My condition.

And then.

As rushing footsteps

echoed past the gate,

a pair of large wooden clogs

dangled from the sky in daisuke's mind.

But as the footsteps grew distant,

the clogs slipped away

and vanished without a sound.

Daisuke awoke.

Next to his pillow,

a camellia blossom had fallen

oh the tatami mat.

Daisuke had heard it drop

during the night from under his covers.

His ears caught the sound

as if a rubber ball bounced off the ceiling.

Although he thought this might be...

And then by natsume soseki was

about a man caught up in a secret love

with a married woman.

Before he could remember

the gentle contour of her face,

her black misty eyes

came to mind.

That's it for today.

That yoshio.

When is that layabout going to put his big head to good use

and get a real job?

Writing is not a profession.

Besides, he hasn't even finished a story.

Should we arrange a marriage for him?

Goura diner

up in second place!

Japan! Tsuburaya of Japan!

Go tsuburaya! You can do it!

There he comes!

Welcome!

Excuse me. Coming through.

Have a seat.

Our signature is pork rice bowl.

Then that.

Here you are.

Peas...

Not a fan?

Sorry.

Here.

Come! You're missing it!

Coming!

- Hurry! - Okay!

Wow! Go Japan!

Thank you.

Almost at the top of the hill!

Come on, tsuburaya! You can do it!

Here's your change.

You got rice on your face.

This side.

It was good.

Thank you.

Quite a bang.

A gold medal had you landed it.

Just kidding.

How are you feeling?

It must hurt.

Not really.

Don't forget this.

You read it?

No...

Yes, you did.

But just a bit.

Actually, I couldn't really follow.

These are notes

for a novel I'm writing now.

You're a writer?

Yes.

Whose works do you read?

I don't read much.

What's that one with the cat?

The cat without a name...

You mean I am a cat?

That's it! I read it in school!

Please give me recommendations next time.

Okay, sure.

We're closing now.

Okay!

Right. Thank you for this.

Sure.

Bye.

May ll...

Ask for your name?

Goura kinuko.

Kinuko...

Thank you.

Kinuko...

Kinuko

biblia antique books

Gotten used to my sister yet?

Pretty much.

Hand me the carrots.

Okay.

Here.

You have a new message.

Oba yozo.

Sis!

Sis.

Dinner's ready.

Sorry, I'm coming.

Okay. Go!

It'll be a disaster if you leave it to her.

Disaster?

I thought she could at least make curry,

but she went to get books on Indian history and spices,

hot the actual spices. We got into a fight.

But that's...

Mr goura, how much do you know about curry?

How much I know?

To be honest,

not so much, but...

And yet you can make curry?

Well, a simple one, yes.

- You can? - Sure.

She doesn't know much aside from books.

And clumsy, falling on stone stairs.

But she knows so much about books.

That's all she has.

By the way, what's the most expensive book in this store?

What was it called? Final...

- Final... - Aya.

Final answer! No, that's not it.

The final...

No need to say it!

Kamakura antique books exchange

this is like a professional's market.

The market rates are determined here.

I am a wolf myself, after all.

Want a look?

I am a wolf myself, after all.

Sasaki maki is a great artist.

Known for murakami haruki's covers,

but her own picture books are very charming.

- Allow me. - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you.

One of my favourites.

Mine, too.

Same expression and line,

but builds up emotions. A great ending.

- Precisely. - Gives meaning to the title.

Heard about oba yozo?

Yeah, sure.

Buying out dazai's rare books?

Yeah, that one.

At least he pays handsomely.

But the name...

What was that oba yozo

they were talking about?

The protagonist in dazai osamu's short story,

the flowers of buffoonery.

So, that buyer's playing a character?

Character? I guess you're right.

Mr wolf from earlier.

You've got fine taste.

Bob Shaw is a find.

Oh, pardon me.

Inagaki of I-book café.

In online comic book sales.

Shinokawa of biblia antique books.

Goura daisuke.

At least that oba yozo is a paying buyer.

I got my artificial fellows stolen.

Stolen?

Artificial fellows by tagawa kikuo?

A Sci-Fi comic said to be written in 1.948

when he was 16?

The going rate is 350,000 yen.

350,000 yen!

May I ask...

Since you sell books online,

how did it get stolen?

A man came to my store for an appraisal

but disappeared.

Together with artificial fellows.

I don't know who he is.

The only leads I have are these books

and a half-filled address.

Hase, kamakura city, kanagawa prefecture

Chimney...

Shioriko?

I think this is enough to find the house.

Why not take the car?

A house with a chimney.

This area is hase.

Guys! It's quite heavy.

Hey, you hear me?

This house.

How could you tell?

All the books brought in were tanned.

And smelled of soot.

Which means many big windows

and a fireplace.

A fireplace?

Since it has a chimney.

Can I help you?

- Be careful. - I will.

Hello.

Long time.

How...

Artificial fellows

I'm really...

Really sorry.

I love tagawa kikuo.

I accidentally saw it

and just couldn't resist.

I wanted to keep and read artificial fellows

that I always admired.

So, you stole it?

That's a crime.

For what? A book?

You committed a crime.

- I'm sorry. - You're running out of time.

Until you can't read anymore.

What?

This.

You wrote outside the lines.

How much can you see now?

I'll soon lose my sight.

Only a matter of time.

But isn't it a crime?

- Isn't it? - Ltis.

But...

I can understand why you would want to take it.

While in fear of losing sight,

if you encounter a book you cannot resist,

I might do the same.

I'll lend this to you.

This book is telling me so.

Books love being appreciated.

So...

Love it for some more time.

Thank you. I really appreciate it.

But...

It's a special pork and mackerel soup.

Especially the fish flavour. It's addictive.

Before becoming a writer, edogawa rampo

worked at a bookstore and a noodle stand.

That's right!

Rampo is known to have worked many jobs.

English tutor, merchant, shipyard staff,

hewspaper journalist, typewriter seller,

and wrote the fiend with twenty faces.

I heard dazai osamu loved clam soup ramen.

With plenty of bamboo shoots and seaweed.

- Sounds tasty. - Excuse me!

- One plate of dumplings, please! - Got it!

Mr inagaki, you love books.

How'd you get into them?

It's because of...

Someone dear to me. A book lover.

Kinuko.

Goodbye?

Please try and read it.

Dazai osamu. I've heard of him.

It's about a man

who breaks up with his ten mistresses,

but the lady who pretends to be his wife,

her name is kinuko.

There's a kinuko in here?

As an exquisite beauty.

What?

But unfortunately,

she has a voice of a crow.

What? A crow...

Kinuko here.

Oba yozo in this no longer human

acts like a buffoon, fooling others.

Dazai's alter ego in a sense.

He also appears in dazai's first work,

the flowers of buffoonery.

This villon's wife is about an unfortunate woman.

Her husband is a total failure.

He has affairs and even becomes a thief.

But the wife just cannot cut him off.

Chiyojo by dazai osamu

skin and heart by dazai osamu

a cherry by dazai osamu

look around.

It is as bright as I am.

So far, wherever we go,

the air always lights up

and comes to life as if at its own will.

Let us say no more.

Not too fast nor too slow.

Let us go at our own pace.

And keep going forward.

This road,

where does it lead?

Perhaps it's best to ask a growing vine.

Totally useless things. You start.

A pair of clogs, one broken.

Immobile horse.

A ripped shamisen guitar.

Camera that doesn't record.

Non-lighting bulb.

Flightless plane.

And then...

Come on, hurry.

- Truth. - What?

Truth.

What a boor.

Then...

Patience.

So difficult. Then I...

Ambition.

Decadence.

The weather two days ago.

Me, k.

And I.

Kinuko!

Got you the Madeleine you like.

You're home.

Thank you for keeping her company.

- Well. - I lost track of time reading.

Sorry. I'll get ready.

All right.

You're always thinking about books?

What else is there?

I've an idea.

Shioriko, we're almost there.

Are you okay?

I'm fine!

- We're here. - Okay.

Thank you.

This is...

My secret spot.

Books are fine,

but this is a nice change.

It's beautiful.

Daisuke could see

her long lashes trembling each time.

You are my very existence.

I can't do without you.

I could no longer keep it to myself,

so I called for you.

How inspiring.

Wish I could say that.

Shioriko, why do you like books?

They saved me.

You mean books?

When my mother abandoned us and left home,

I cried my eyes out.

That's when

my grandfather who opened this store

started reading to me.

Books introduced me...

To new worlds I never knew.

And to new eras I never knew.

And...

To new people I never knew.

Sol...

I'm determined to protect biblia antique books...

I inherited from my grandfather.

If I have a secret,

would you want to know?

Yes, I do.

Two months ago,

I fell from a steep stone stairs

and got injured.

I told people that I slipped,

but the truth is,

I was pushed.

What?

It all started with this book.

The final years...

Dazai's first short story collection.

Have a look.

Thank you.

The first edition

published by managoya shobo in 1936.

My treasured personal collection

I inherited from my grandfather.

Sealed pages?

It's uncut.

Uncut?

Normally, books are made

by folding a piece of paper into eight.

Then bound and the pages cut.

Uncut books are published

without the pages being cut.

Then how do you read it?

By cutting the pages open with a paper knife.

I see.

With the compliments of osamu

osamu?

Could this be dazai osamu?

Only 500 copies of the first edition.

An autographed copy, still uncut,

with a dust strip.

It may be the only copy in such pristine condition.

I have no such intent,

but I believe it would sell at over three million yen.

The person who pushed me is...

Most likely oba yozo.

The dazai fanatic?

Yes.

But...

His true identity is unknown.

Do you know the museum of literature in hase?

Dazai's retrospective exhibition

was held a few months ago.

I received a request to exhibit the final years copy I own,

so I lent it to them.

After the exhibition,

I received an email from a person named oba yozo.

Oba yozo is the protagonist of

the flowers of buffoonery in the final years.

So I thought it was a prank.

I replied that I had no intent to sell.

Oba yozo

please sell it to me at 3.5 million yen.

Sell it at four million yen.

Hand it over at five million yen.

The emails became increasingly demanding

and aggressive.

The final years is mine.

Hand it over or be sorry.

And then, on one rainy night...

I'm sorry.

Where's my the final years?

Don't tell anyone.

Or I'll set fire to your store.

Would you help me catch oba yozo?

I want to protect this book.

You're the only one I can turn to, mr goura.

Sure.

But on one condition.

Condition?

Tell me more about osamu dazai

and the final years.

Sure!

- Dazai is... - Wait.

It's late now.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I swear.

I'll protect shioriko and the final years.

Consumed by the devil's pride...

If fate so desires...

Dazai osamu reader

dazai osamu collection

the complete works of dazai osamu

studies on dazai osamu

the final years is mine. Oba yozo

The final years

the final years in the photo

and the copy you have, are they connected?

My grandfather said

he purchased the final years from dazai's relatives.

And the copy I have has a dust strip,

but the copy in this photo

doesn't seem to have one.

So, the two copies are...

Unrelated. Got it. Thought it might help.

That it could lead to oba yozo.

Where was this photo?

Inside and then that I showed you.

The one sighed by Tanaka yoshio?

Yes.

I think this was taken by Tanaka yoshio.

Looking at the desk,

he was probably a writer,

or aspiring to be one.

Then the final years in this photo

belongs to Tanaka yoshio?

Kinuko

- hello. - Coming!

Your mail.

Right, thank you.

Read this book.

Winter fireworks by dazai osamu

meet me at 4.00pm at cutting road of hase.

Yoshio.

This road,

where does it lead?

They're all just firing blanks.

Dazai osamu is a peculiar man.

Men and women in dazai's works

are all self-destructive one way or another.

I see.

But I...

I want to write stories like his.

I even want to become dazai osamu.

I want to read your novels

instead of his.

Ee tri ree ck

to work on a long feature story,

I'm going to nishi izu.

From: Yoshio.

Dear yoshio,

I'm looking forward to it.

I can't wait to read your novel.

From: Kinuko.

Dear kinuko,

I have a favour to ask.

Could you bring a document to nishi izu for me?

I can't do without it.

Yoshio!

I hope this helps.

Thank you. This has the post-war...

My friend is in hospital in izu.

I will be back tomorrow. Kinuko

You got me there.

Kinuko,

if I asked you to die with me in this ocean

like dazai did, would you?

I would slap you and tell you to live.

Because...

However painful it may be,

as long as you're alive...

Live with confidence

as we are all born in sin.

What is that?

Dazai's the final years.

Live with confidence

as we are all born in sin.

Kinuko, if what I'm writing gets published,

will you come here again

and read the final years with me?

- Mr Tanaka. - Yes?

You have a visitor.

Yoshio.

Yoshio.

It's time for you to settle down.

My dear aunt,

I'm not interested in an arranged marriage.

I've decided to be a writer.

But it has been set up already.

The final years

The end

Live with confidence

as we are all born in sin.

What is that?

Dazai's words.

I interpret it

as all living souls are compulsive.

Compulsive to something...

I like it because it reminds me of myself.

To protect shioriko's the final years,

we devised a plan to lure out oba yozo.

Selling price: 3.5 million yen

are you sure?

Yes.

Now...

Post on our website that it's on sale.

Let me know the moment oba contacts you.

I will.

I'm home.

Should I come back later?

- No. - It's fine.

Isn't that the most expensive book we have?

Yes, it is.

You're selling it?

- Yes. - I see.

We do need the money.

But selling at 3.5 million yen?

Can we leave it here?

Well, actually...

- A fake for display... - A fake!

The real one is in the safe.

- What a beauty. - Right?

- Look at it. - Yes.

- Great condition. - Wonderful.

Pristine.

Amazing.

Dust strip, too.

Thank you.

Why are you selling the final years now?

I'd buy it if I had the money.

Well...

Dumplings, mr inagaki?

Three dumplings, please.

All right.

It was on you.

Live with confidence

as we are all born in sin.

Saw it at the museum of literature in hase.

I felt it was talking about me

and was really moved.

Can I go see the final years, too?

How's your leg?

It's fine.

Thank you.

Shioriko, stay there.

Stop!

Wait!

Stop!

Darn it!

Shioriko?

Shioriko!

Are you okay?

The final years...

How dare he...

What's with him?

All this for what? A book?

Is the real one in the safe?

I'm home. What the...

What happened here?

Good, it's safe.

- It's here. - What is?

Who are you?

What exactly happened?

Born in sin.

You lied about slipping on stairs?

And you put the book on sale to lure out the culprit?

What the...

Just sell such a dangerous book.

Aya,

you say that because you know nothing of this book.

I don't.

So what? How about my feelings?

I lied.

I know about that book.

It's putting us in danger, right?

So stupid.

Plain stupid.

But well, it turned out okay.

It was untouched.

How is it okay?

- What? - It's not okay at all.

Shioriko was attacked and this store, too.

You say that because you don't value books.

Can I hold this book for you?

- What? - Until it's all over.

I promise to protect it with my life.

No...

It's true that

I don't know anything about books.

But...

I know exactly how you feel about them.

Well, but that's...

Please trust me.

Right, the final years.

Still here.

Morning papers!

Hey...

Hey, you all right?

Papers. Don't catch a cold.

Thank you.

The final years!

The final years...

What happened?

The final years...

Got stolen.

What?

I said I'd protect it with my life,

but I...

I see.

It's okay.

The copy I left with you is

also a reprint I weathered.

I had two copies of reprints,

so I put one in the case

and the other in the safe.

So, you mean...

The one I took home was a fake, too?

Yes.

You tricked me, too?

No, it's not like that.

It was a precaution.

That safe is quite old, so...

I was worried.

I didn't think you'd...

Why didn't you tell me?

That you had two fakes.

I don't get it.

Weren't we...

Going to catch him together?

Oba yozo.

- That's... - Well, it turns out...

I got it stolen,

so I'm in no position to say it.

But...

A fake.

I was...

Afraid to let go of it.

So you didn't trust me.

No, it's not like that.

It's...

It's just that...

You may hot understand...

How much it means to me

to keep this book close

since it's "only" a book.

You think so

because I'm not a reader?

You're right.

I can't understand your devotion to books.

Maybe you should ask mr inagaki.

He can understand your devotion to books.

I quit... from this job.

Thank you.

After editorial review of your manuscript,

I see no future in your writing.

She enjoys tennis and violin.

That is wonderful.

Listening to brahms at home.

Right, yoshio?

Kinuko.

Where are you going?

To mail a postcard.

We're opening the diner soon.

I'll be back by then.

Chop the cabbages.

I will.

Complete works of soseki

volume eight - and then

Sorry I'm late.

I was introduced a woman.

I see.

But I can't. It has to be you.

I just can't, kinuko.

- But I... - So, please elope with me.

Please read this.

My feelings are in here.

I am...

Ready to give up everything.

I will stop writing.

And work for you so we can be together.

- But... - Next Sunday at 7.00am.

I'll be waiting here.

Yoshio...

Kinuko, I trust you.

The final years

live with confidence

as we are all born in sin.

And then

as rushing footsteps echoed past the gate,

a pair of large wooden clogs...

Dangled from the sky...

In daisuke's mind.

But...

As the footsteps grew distant,

the clogs slipped away

and vanished without a sound.

You are my very existence.

I can't do without you.

Tanaka yoshio

Hey! Where are you going?

That baby... it is mine.

This road, where does it lead?

Kinuko's lips...

Tanaka yoshio

I'm home.

Sis.

I know books are important to you.

But people feel. Books don't.

Will you ever get that?

You have a new message.

I demand it.

I demand it. Where is the authentic copy?

Oba yozo

- Hello, sir! - How can I help?

Theatre troupe shiosai.

- Hey. - Can we put up our flyer?

- The usual spot? - Sure.

Thanks.

Stop!

You can see! What is this?

No... inagaki told me to.

- What? - No, I...

For money. I just did as told.

It was all an act.

I set fire and raided the store.

Inagaki told me to.

For real?

I'll come pay later!

The complete works of dazai osamu

Grandpa!

Grandpa! We must go!

Now!

The final years

Born in sin.

The final years is mine.

No longer human.

I am now completely...

No longer human.

I am now completely no longer human.

Hello.

Was I too roundabout?

But then, I'm shy.

I'm glad the part-timer quit at such perfect timing.

But well...

Shioriko,

if fate so desires.

If fate so desires.

Darn!

My...

The final years.

Where is it?

Give it back.

No.

This book belonged to my grandfather.

I see, "this" book...

Unabridged dictionary of Japanese history.

World's children's literature collection.

Bingo.

Show me.

The real one.

The final years

Finally.

Give it back.

My book.

Give it back.

Come on, shioriko.

Shioriko!

Consumed by the devil's pride...

Consumed by the devil's pride,

I prayed for life whilst death for sono.

An exquisite quote.

Sis!

Shioriko! Oba yozo is...

- For real? - Daisuke!

- Go! - You too, aya.

Okay.

What?

Crap!

Mr goura.

Mr goura.

For real?

Jeez...

Mr goura...

- Shioriko. - Coming.

Live with confidence...

As we are all...

Born in sin.

Words blessing our kind, don't you think?

What're you saying?

She's nothing like you!

Mr goura!

Mr goura...

Give it back.

It's mine, right?

Come on...

Come on, give it.

The final years.

Come on, give it back.

Shioriko!

Stop it!

The final years is mine!

Daisuke!

Stop!

End it.

End it?

You don't have it in you!

There's more in my life than just books.

No, shioriko...

No!

Daisuke!

Daisuke...

Daisuke.

Inagaki's real name was

Tanaka toshio.

It's so surreal and hard to believe,

but our grandfather is

the same man, Tanaka yoshio.

The cutting road

Beautiful fireworks in kamakura last night...

Excuse me.

Please.

Pork rice bowl.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

This road, where does it lead?

Kinuko's lips uttered the words...

As we reached the end of an old mossy pass.

The blindingly white breeze of light...

Instantly vanished before my eyes.

The cutting road.

I will never go up this hill again.

I will never go down this hill again.

Grandpa's story was...

About his tragic love.

So mundane...

Yet so compelling.

Winter fireworks by dazai osamu

chiyojo, skin and heart, a cherry

The cutting road by Tanaka yoshio

What was it about?

This.

Why don't you try reading it yourself?

The cutting road...

By Tanaka yoshio.

The cutting road by Tanaka yoshio

Shioriko.

You are my very existence.