>>5329270>>5329256>>5329163>>5329133>>5329128>>5329125>Speak to Aleister.You glance to the nobleman, who sits upright and attentive in his seat. He follows the duo’s act with the consideration of a calligraphist with brushstroke. “Do you actually like this junk?” You take another swig off your jug.
“Why, of course! I consider manzai an <span class="mu-i">art</span>--it's a precarious balancing act of comedy with painstaking care taken toward timing, delivery, tone, their counterpart.. I once tried my hand at an act back home with a friend of mine. It’s a great deal more difficult than it looks.” Aleister observes. “To see a live performance after so many years away! What a treat.”
“You really like this country, huh?” You glance back to the performance. “That much more than your home?”
“Why, of course. They say distance deepenes heartache, and New Caudlin is an ocean away from the Thousand Lotus Isle.” He sighs, a melancholic smile on his face. “To tell the truth.. when I first heard of war here, I was deeply saddened–not just because I would be barred from a visit for some time, but because I realized that the orient was no flawless paradise. I was hopelessly naive back then. This is a real place of flesh and blood, beholden to war and death, just like the west.”
“..Yeah.” Your eyes slip down.
“But even yet, I still love your country. Your great works of art, your literature, culture, warriors.. they’re unlike any other.” He beams. “And I can only hope that my ancestors will one day live in a world where they won’t have to slink about beneath a straw hat to enjoy it as I do. Maybe in another century..”
>Ask about the West. You know so little about it.>Ask what his life was like in New Caudlin.>Strike up conversation with Natsumi.>Get up. Look for the concessions stand for snacks.>Write-In. 