Hijikata is offered a lottery ticket by the old lady who runs the cigarette store he frequents. Though initially he has no interest, he's forced to take a ticket someone dropped, with assurances that "it'll change the way the world looks."
I can't tell illusionary mohawks 
from real ones anymore.
ما عدتُ أستطيع التّمييز بين الموهوك 
.الخياليين والحقيقيّين بعد الآن
Ya no puedo distinguir a los 
mohicanos reales de los falsos.
Já não sei distinguir os 
moicanos de verdade dos falsos.