The darkness that had covered Yoshiwara lifted, and an unfamiliar sunlight began to pour down. Those who had lived underground for decades squinted their eyes and looked up at the sky, while Abuto watched them silently. Kamui, standing beside him, used his parasol to block the light falling over his head.

I didn't know the sunlight was this warm.

I didn't know the Captain was capable of such sweet sentimentality either.

Kamui smiled without answering Abuto's remark. Abuto shrugged and looked up at the sky, squinting as if it were blinding even with the parasol.

Sunlight in Yoshiwara, of all things.