Masaki is spending his days in a quiet, detached way, going to school, taking class, then going home. Since that day, he hasn't ridden the waves even once. But no matter how much he wants to resent surfing, wants to hate it, wants to quit it...he can't rid himself of the love he has for it. One night, under a full moon, Masaki laments alone on the Oarai shore. Tanaka quietly approaches. Moonlight. The sound of waves. And then, Masaki...
Isokichi, there's no need to rush.
إيسوكيتشي، لا داعي للعجلة
Isokichi, zerr nicht so an der Leine.
Isokichi, no hay prisa.
Isokichi, que no hay prisa.
Ralentis un peu, Isokichi !
Isokichi, non c'è bisogno di tirare tanto!
Isokichi, não precisa ter pressa.
Исокити, не спеши ты так.