The blasted war has ended. Three years from then, this countryside village seems to be pretty stable, too, but… This bear-like vagrant has barged into our restaurant and spouts nonsense. “I have come to repay the debt I have incurred to your father during the war.” But this guy doesn’t even know what his debt is. And my father died during the war, so I can’t even ask him what it was! When I tell him that it’s fine, and that he should leave, this wanderer goes– “How much do you want? I’ll follow whatever you say.” It’s money I don’t have, not pride! “Enough about money, pay with your body.” “….My body, or another’s body? Either way, I can provide–” “Go slice those onions!”