After this, Mirai was straining his eyes to try and catch the truth of the matter - and kept missing. He tore himself away from the mystery he had embroiled himself in and sat on the bench.

Then he parted his hakama a little and slipped his phone inside. He was a thin and lean fellow, and it showed when he weakly tugged his clothing back into place, only for it to drape down.

"Certainly. But if you want to know something about me, know that I think of myself as the ocean," he was now curling his hair around a finger, "and you seem to be swimming in deep and murky waters."