The darkness that covered Yoshiwara lifted, and unfamiliar sunlight began to pour in. 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, uses his parasol to block the light falling over his head.

I didn't know sunlight was this warm.

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

Kamui smiled without answering Abuto's remark. Abuto shrugs his shoulders and looks up at the sky, grimacing as if the light is blinding even though he is using a parasol.

Sunlight in Yoshiwara, of all things.