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?
I'll have to let it sink into the roll.
Tendré que dejar
que se sumerja en el rollo.
Je vais devoir la verser dedans…