At present, Tokyo is under martial law, and everyone's valuable recordings have been destroyed, so they don't feel like strolling around, each returning home.
Before leaving, Oda Takamasa looked confused, continually muttering, "And then? Has that person been caught?"
"I don't think so. If they were caught, the martial law would be lifted…"
"That's true. Why do you think he dared to do that kind of thing?"
"Perhaps he's not afraid of death."
"I'm not afraid of death either," said Oda Takamasa.
"Maybe there's nothing he cares about anymore," Ogasawara Shunma didn't take it seriously: "I'll head in that direction, let's get in touch when we can."
"Oh," Oda Takamasa pondered, heading towards another fork in the street: "Goodbye."
Ogasawara Shunma walked home all the way, schools were closed and on holiday, companies had turned to remote work, making the streets exceptionally quiet.
