Yakumo deliberately scraples out to his new sunny engawa and sits down on clear wooden floor with small effort, resting his two eyes shut relaxed and fanning himself with a bansho softly. The elderly great-grandfather grunts dourly and speaks to himself focusedly.

"The time flows regardless of our desire to stop it or opinion about this process, all us mortals can do is enjoy our present instead of worrying about future and regretting past. Oh, my old throat now hurts, it appears I am too elderly to talk so much these days."