A private clinic in Arakawa District, Tokyo. I had just been promoted and received a salary increase before traveling through time. When I opened my eyes, I became Katsuhiko Nagano. Sakai came over and asked me if I was stupid. I asked him solemnly if he had ever been repented of or stepped on. He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight: Your lawyer dad and tax mom have assets that can bury you. I lay back on the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling in silence - this script was completely inconsistent with the Japanese comics I had read.
