|Chapter 1 - Three Conditions|
|Okay, let me show you around the dorm.|
|(I came here hoping to find a clue about my dad. Didn't think I'd end up being a part of Dad's old troupe!)|
|(Plus there's the three conditions that Yakuza guy Furuichi laid out...)|
|So what are they?|
|Listen up, because I'm not going to repeat myself.
One: The new Spring Troupe is to launch their debut show within the next month, with a full house on closing night.
Two: You are to form four sub-troupes like there used to be, and each must run a successful show by the end of the year.
Three: The theater's debt is to be fully paid off within the year.
If you fail to meet any one these three conditions, I'm turning this place into a cabaret--No ifs, ands, or buts.
|But that's crazy! You can't expect us to pull all of those miracles off!|
|Then I can tear down the sign right now instead.|
|So the debut show isn't enough for you and now you're piling on doing four shows by the end of the year? You're asking for the impossible here!
There's only ten months left in the year! Couldn't you at least give us twelve?!
|Stop whining like a damn child!|
|Do you know how much this theater owes? I'll tell you. Ten million yen.|
|That's more money than I can even imagine...|
|Wow, okay, point taken. Let's pack up, guys. I think we're done here.|
|You can't be serious!|
|You get it, now? I'm doing you a favor by being so lenient. You're not getting any more concessions from me. Now...
If you'd prefer to pay it off by turning some tricks, I'm sure something could be arranged.
|How could you even-|
|Don't you dare touch her.|
|So you're saying that if she just turned a trick or two...|
|HELLO?! I'm standing right here! Are you seriously considering this an option?!|
|What are you thinking?!|
|Tricks? Like, magic tricks?|
|I-I was just imagining it, is all... Homina, homina...|
|(Not only is he the worst liar, but he sounds like he stepped out of a cartoon from the 30's. Great.)|
|Hmph. In any case, have one last condition.|
|And that is?|
|Listen, you can take your 'tricks' and just--|
|You are to be the general director of the troupe. That's my last condition.|
|Sounds like a plan!|
|Hey, don't just put words in my mouth! To begin with, why am I one of the conditions anyway?|
|You've seen the sorry operation this mophead runs. You'll be disbanded in a month if I let him be in charge.|
|Ouch...the man's got a point...|
|Look, I was just helping drum up members today. I didn't sign up to direct anything.|
|Oh, so you're going to ditch. Just like your father did.|
|What's that supposed to mean?|
|I've heard your father was general director when he abandoned ship.
Guess he gave up as soon as business started going south. I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
|Yukio's not like that at all!|
|Then tell me why your theater is in the shape it is now?|
|(Did Dad really flee from his responsibilities?)
(No, that can't possibly be true. He poured his heart and soul into this place. He could never abandon it.)
(He never came home as it was. And the few times he did, all he'd talk about was theater. He wouldn't even take me out to play anywhere.)
(But that was all because he loved it that much. Because he loved this troupe.)
(I don't want to see Dad's hard work disappear for good.)
(This theater is the castle that Dad built for himself, as far as I'm concerned. The proof and embodiment of everything he poured into his work.)
(I refuse to let such a priceless treasure be destroyed.)
If I stay, then would you please retract your previous statement, Mr. Yakuza?
|My dad did not run away. And he didn't abandon anything or anyone.|
|Meet the rest of my conditions and I'll consider it.|
|Serving as general director means cleaning up after this troupe of circus clowns for the rest of the year.|
|You have my word that I'll take full responsibility.|
|Heck yeah! Three cheers for our director!|
|Hmph. Let's see how far you make it.
This farce should only last until next month's show, anyway. I'll come to see the empty house on closing night.
Also, I better not hear you call me Mr. Yakuza anymore. My name's Sakyo Furuichi.
|Sakyo it is, then.|
|Pull out, Sakoda!|
|You're the boss, boss!|
|Yeah, don't let the door hit you on the way out, ya goons!|
|(Sure, stand up to them now, why don't you!)|
|Time to roll up our sleeves and get next month's show off the ground! Go, team!|
|I dunno about this...|
|We're all in the same boat, and we'll make it together!|
|How can you be so optimistic? It takes half a year to put this stuff together normally. We have a month. One!|
|Easy - We've got you, Director!|
|Are you listening to a word I say?!|
|We've been missing a director ever since Yukio vanished. I've been managing the whole show by myself, but it just hasn't worked out.
So I'm sure we'll be fine now that we have a real director! We can all be at our best, just like the old days.
I know we're in good hands with Yukio's daughter!
(Is it just a sign of how much faith they had in my father?)
|Hum-hum-hum... Paying off our debt in a year! Once that's outta the way, maybe we could go for some renovations!|
|(Somehow I think his sense of urgency, or complete lack thereof, is what put him in this mess to start with...)|
|So, um, the troupe's not going away?|
|This seems dicey to me. Can we really do this?|
|You're signing on too, right?|
|(Everybody's so worried. Guess my first job as director is pump everyone up.)
We've gotten this far, so all we have to do is keep going. Don't worry. I'll figure something out, somehow!
|Director, my director...!|
|I'm in your hands!|
|Might as well stick it out while I'm here.|
|I couldn't care less about the troupe, but as long as you're sticking around, so am I.|
|Looking forward to working with all of you!|
|Ahh, I haven't felt so secure since Yukio disappeared! I'm gonna sleep like a log tonight!|
|(I wish I could say the same. Is this really going to work out?)
(I'm still skeptical, but the Mankai Company is Dad's legacy. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect it.)
|(Boy, that was a lot of responsibility to take on in such a short amount of time.)|
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