On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,A mysterious illiterate who claims to have amnesia and lives independently, taking care of himself, receives 10,000 yen per month. Isn't he a saint already,Jack's Old Man wiped the wine stain from his lips: "I just don't get you. Is it so thrilling to practice in the deep mountains and old forests If it were me, I'd suffocate from boredom in a day."。