It's Setsubun, Space Age 0157. Subaru sits with a sushi roll in his mouth, searching for this year's lucky direction: "south-southeast and a bit to the right." Assailed by a series of unforeseen crises, can he finish his sushi before it's too late?
The familiar Western system
doesn't let me be exact.
El sistema Occidental habitual
no me deja ser exacto.