Having lost Tamaki, Takuboku abandons poetry to write a novel in an attempt to change society. He asks Natsume Souseki to look at it, but receives no praise. Even with Sonobe right in front of him, Takuboku is unable to avenge Tamaki and it sends him into despair. He tricks Kyousuke into giving him money so he can head to the pleasure district to devote himself to debauchery where fellow literary men Yoshii and Sakutarou clash with him. Drowning in hopelessness, mind, body, and heart utterly destroyed, Takuboku is surprised to find Bokusui wandering in his direction. Where does Takuboku decide to go when he hears Bokusui's poem? Meanwhile, Kyousuke...
We've been wondering if maybe it's your 
brazen shamelessness that we're lacking.
كنّا نتساءل فيما إذا كانت بذاءتك
السّافرة ربّما هي التي تنقصنا
Wir haben uns gefragt, ob es deine
Schamlosigkeit ist, an der es uns mangelt.
Nos preguntábamos
si nos faltaba tu libertinaje.
Nos preguntábamos
si nos faltaba tu impudicia.
Peut-être que ce qu’il nous manque,
c’est un culot tel que le tien !
E forse quel che a noi manca
è una sfacciataggine come la tua.
A gente acha que nos falta a sua
falta de vergonha descarada.
Мы всё гадали, не этой ли 
вопиющей наглости нам недостаёт.