[he will! at the very end!!]

[now clad in the rental yukata, Edamura pushes the dressing room curtain aside, emerging from same with a. . . slightly stilted, slightly awkward look. he is not used to dressing like this, okok]

What, things like money? Good health? A little bit of fame? [he shakes his head] I'm happy with what I have back home. I don't need any of that.