After finishing the near-zero progress sweep, the young man turned his head to look at the general store behind him. The storefront was old and run down, the merchandise was meager and scarce, with only a handful of customers each day. The rickety wooden sign above swayed precariously, and the cartoon octopus painted on it had faded so badly that its shape was almost unrecognizable.,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."。