The next headmaster of Kyoto is here.
I'd like to see your daughters compete.
I...
Have to win against my sister,
for the sake of my late mother.
You can also give up,
forgive and live with compromise.
I won't forgive.
I'll never forgive.
You should be with someone...
whom you don't love.
Then,
you can burn...
the seed.
I haven't introduced you yet.
This is Mobu.
He helps me with various things.
My assistant.
I picked him up a long time ago.
Right?
Picked up...
Hello.
This is how the next headmaster of Kyoto Jingu
arranges from behind.
You can see it.
The other...
no...
your cast-off self.
Yeah.
He is there...
in front of you.
Momo...
what do you think about flowers?
What do I think?
Flowers don't think anything.
They just bloom beautifully.
They're often contrasted to the ugliness of humans.
Yes.
For example...
look at the field of sunflowers.
Each flower
greedily pursues the sun.
They stand on tiptoes...
and desperately stretch their necks.
If you look closely you'll see,
the wilted ones that have lost the fight.
What about in the ground?
They disgustingly spread their roots...
to get nutrients from neighbouring territories.
Just like humans.
Yes.
Everything that lives...
is devoted to its desires in order to live.
Flowers are actually...
just as ugly...
as humans.
When the time comes,
they also fall as we do.
How pitiable.
Hello.
An introduction to flower arranging?
My reading is eclectic.
You read anything.
On a whim.
Do you feel like learning about flowers?
Well, for the moment.
Ah,
have you had lunch?
Not yet.
Would you like to eat together?
- Yes. - Okay, let's go borrow there.
"Monet's Water Lilies"
It's magnificent.
You must have been magnificent, too.
Formerly.
Yes.
You want to regain it, don't you?
Will I be able to?
You need resolve.
The resolve...
to bloom alone...
with no one around you.
Separated from desire,
blooming alone on a sheer cliff.
A flower out of reach?
Yet, you...
came down to earth and tried to love.
"Born to be a Flower"
"Episode 8"
You've got some on your face.
Hey.
Has Pooh got a new girlfriend?
We don't know yet.
When one door shuts, another opens.
Apparently a lot of women
want guard dogs nowadays.
Pooh is like a pug.
- I want one, too. - Right?
Ah, I'm worried.
I can't stand this.
Stop it!
- Hello. - Hello.
Hello.
My childhood friends.
The owner of the store and these two.
I'm Kohei, the ex of the woman behind the bar.
I see.
I'm Taro Haneda, I run a butcher shop.
My wife hasn't talked to me in five years.
Huh?
Stop talking about yourselves.
He was our vice-principal.
- Hello. - Hello.
80... um...
you are?
I'm Chiaki.
Chiaki Shinjo.
What do you do?
I'm a nurse at Nichiku Hospital.
A nurse!
- That's good. - That's what he needs.
There's that saying.
The flower out of reach... how does it go, Pooh?
Pick up the bean at your feet rather than envy the flower out of reach.
That's it.
You're the bean.
Um...
I don't know what you mean.
You may have heard. He got badly dumped just recently.
His fake divorce?
We're all worried about him.
Whether he'd commit suicide.
Momo was a rich lady.
And, a real beauty.
So, she was the flower out of reach,
and I am the bean at his feet?
That's rude.
I'm very sorry.
You two are the worst.
No, we mean it in a good way.
He should go for anyone he can get.
Yes, a pragmatic love,
rather than an unrequited one.
- Ah, go away. - Idiot.
- The gold axe isn't yours. - That's right.
The poor woodcutter has an iron axe!
Really.
Um, can I say something first?
- Yes. - Yes.
Did I...
say I liked him?
Did I...
say I liked him?
This guy.
Huh?
You didn't.
Not one word.
That's right.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Oh...
to fight Nana for the position of headmaster.
Win, win, win!
Of course Momo will win.
Ruriko stole the running of the place from you two.
I don't like that vixen!
If you lose...
we...
- may be thrown out. - No, you won't.
Are you sure?
We'll haunt you.
Stop it.
Nana.
You're beautiful.
Don't touch me!
Nana...
Don't touch me.
If you still...
want me to call you mother.
Headmaster.
These twenty...
are instructors ready to judge the competition.
Okay.
Hyoma.
I shamelessly came.
No, no.
My daughters will be glad
to show their skills in front of...
the next headmaster of Kyoto Jingu.
Now,
I'll select six of you to vote on the competition.
Thank you.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five
and...
six.
I have given Momo and Nana until 5:00 PM.
That long?
It's a competition to determine the next headmaster.
They will both do their best,
so as not to leave any regret.
Everyone...
please leave for now.
Come back this evening.
Headmaster!
Won't both of them arrange from behind here?
That will lead to prejudice.
To conjecture, as well.
No...
they'll just compete with their flowers.
Those of you chosen
will ascertain for yourselves which creation
you can feel the wisdom in.
Which person made which creation...
well...
God only knows.
Let's find somewhere to pass time.
I'll take you.
Okay.
Be back here
at 5:00 PM.
Nana,
are your injuries better?
Nana?
Tsukishima's...
flickering light and shadow.
I see.
You're going with elegance.
So, it's started.
We have a problem.
The six voters
were chosen from the twenty I gathered,
but they're not judging
on arranging from behind,
just on the final creation.
How did...
Nana seem?
She's...
in shock.
Her attitude to me...
was very cold.
But, she's still arranging.
Yes,
she is.
Then, it's alright.
Huh?
Then,
I'm glad.
I...
Won't forgive.
"An introduction to flower arranging"
Pooh, are you going to learn flower arranging?
No.
I just wondered what it is like.
So then,
you'll become Momo's student
to get closer to her?
That's the first step of stalking.
That's not my plan.
Then, what is your plan?
I often hear that men are stubborn,
but I don't want to hear about it in the news.
I cried.
Huh?
About my father.
I cried in front of Momo.
I shut it out,
and gave up.
Comedy and humour and such,
you enjoy it for the moment and forget.
But the bad feelings
come back here.
I never thought...
that crying would be so refreshing.
A detox effect?
Yes.
It's like
you show weakness and cry in front of someone,
and it's an amazing feeling.
Like the dregs...
clinging in your heart
get washed away.
You're grateful to Momo.
Yeah.
That's why...
if she's in pain this time...
I want...
somehow...
to at least find a hint for her.
You don't understand the problems of an artist.
All women are artists.
Huh?
To me,
all women are artists.
What do you mean?
My mother was the same.
She'd suddenly get angry...
sulk...
cry...
and then suddenly laugh...
and then be in a bad mood again.
I can't understand it.
Akiho,
you also dress up like that...
and prefer to be here than at home.
- That's-- - Your mother also
keeps making croquettes...
and talks to them,
but not to her husband for five years.
Kayoko sees her ex-husband every day
like nothing changed,
even though she divorced him.
All women are...
artists full of mystery.
Even then...
I'd love you.
You're a flower out of reach.
Just by...
blooming beautifully somewhere,
just existing is enough.
Yet you...
came down to earth,
and tried to love.
Your mother wanted it.
A talent you've grasped with both hands since you were a child.
It's not a matter of whether I can do it,
- I have to do it. - You will become...
Be resolved to live alone.
Tsukishima.
That's my destiny.
Which one...
We will cast flowers as votes.
Hyoma.
It just started.
Yeah,
but it's the final one that matters.
Huh?
The instructors won't be able to tell
which of the sisters made them.
Then...
They will evenly place
the Chrysanthemums.
Headmaster.
God only knows which is which.
That is what Ichimatsu said.
The headmaster...
is God.
In other words, he can definitely tell
who made each creation.
He knows,
and will choose his successor.
In the end,
all the instructors evade their duty.
Magnificent.
Huh?
The other "me".
I don't get it.
Now,
with this,
Nana will be announced
as the next headmaster of Tsukishima.
- We'll have to speak respectfully. - Please wait.
In my eyes,
as expected,
my sister's creation was better.
Nana.
What are you saying! It was the headmaster's verdict.
It is true...
that Nana's work is not as polished as Momo's.
However...
that precariousness...
exuded a scream of indignation...
which took my breath away
as it drew me in.
Medicine is born from poison.
You did well
to find this sensitivity in such a short time.
Whereas Momo...
you chose
to avoid the flowers Nana used and tried to play with the contrast.
You took on that challenge.
Wisdom.
Ability.
You thought you couldn't lose.
Were you arrogant after being praised
by a master of arranging from behind?
Your gentle,
elegant colouring left an impression
that can only be called haughty.
I see.
Don't you understand it yet?
If you do that, it has to be overwhelming.
In the competition...
you shouldn't have let her gotten
even one Chrysanthemum.
I am sorry.
Nana showed...
immeasurable growth.
Momo showed...
undisputable decline.
Yes.
Pride comes before the fall.
I'm very sorry.
Headmaster...
Headmaster.
Please.
Give me one more chance!
You're being unsightly, Momo.
Mother...
Headmaster...
Headmaster!
Tsukishima is finished.
Good morning.
Wow,
what's with the bags under your eyes?
Well, I went all the way...
to the origins of flower arranging.
I Googled it all night.
The bear has panda eyes.
That's too funny!
Yeah, I guess.
What'll I do?
Sorry, mama.
I'm sorry.
Momo.
If you did your best...
My best?
I didn't.
You know I'm better than that.
The old me...
Yes,
it's like the headmaster said,
I wouldn't have let Nana gotten one flower.
That's because
- Ruriko chose the instructors. - It doesn't matter.
Mama...
gave up her life...
to make me...
the next headmaster of Tsukishima.
That's...
I'm scared.
I...
Rebelled...
against the headmaster so much.
I said I didn't care...
about becoming headmaster or even flower arranging.
But, I'm...
scared!
Scared...
What...
should I do?
What...
what will I do from now on?
Momo...
Mama!
Mama, I'm sorry. Mama.
I'm sorry I'm no good.
Momo!
- Your mother's true feelings-- - Why did I...
do that to Pooh?
Why did I?
You chose sadness...
over anger.
You know sorrow...
and before long it turns to loneliness.
Then to beauty.
Let's make it a habit to say it might not be true.
If you feel down thinking you're no good,
think to yourself it might not be true.
I'm right.
They're wrong.
That's good.
Keep at it.
It might not be true.
Souta.
Run, Melos!
Run, Souta!
You'll definitely make it.
It's alright.
- I can't see. - Sister?
I can't see it.
Hey.
- Stop it. - I can't see.
Hey, sister!
Hyoma...
Hyoma.
Hyoma is there.
Hyoma.
Hyoma can bring it back.
He can burn up the seed.
What are you talking about?
He'll hold me.
He'll coat over my body...
and reset my heart.
That's...
I'm a hussy, aren't I?
I'm an easy woman who'll go along with it out of loneliness.
Ah, but...
maybe that's how they find a balance as well.
You're not like that.
My love is...
wonderful.
Wonderfully...
heartless.
That's why men...
can't accept me.
They fall apart...
or run away first.
Seeing that,
I'm
so lonely...
sad...
and I despair that this person is an imposter too.
Then, I shouldn't love anyone. I can't like anyone.
Hyoma will hold me...
and I'll regain the other me.
Then the headmaster will surely...
Father...
Surely he'll forgive me.
Because...
with that,
- I can be the best again. - Sister!
Just rest for now.
You're...
a strange child.
You put your poison...
into your flowers,
and returned to the nice girl you were.
How is that possible?
How can that be? All your poison was...
I see.
What?
Utsunomiya didn't hold you.
That's why your jealousy and hate for Ruriko
was incomplete!
"I won't forgive" you said, but they're just words.
That...
vague darkness
couldn't show you a bright light!
That's mean.
Where are you going?
I told you.
I'm going to regain...
the other me.
Pooh.
Nana will be the next headmaster.
I see.
All that's left
is for her to be recognised at the meeting at headquarters.
I'm grateful to you.
Just as we expected.
You're so gullible.
Who do you think you're talking to?
I won't let you marry Nana.
Do you think she would
do as she's told, after seeing that?
It may take some time.
But, we're mother and daughter.
Either way,
I'm not interested...
in Tsukishima.
Huh?
I was only interested in Tsukishima's vote
as one of the seven schools.
That's why...
To defeat Hyoma!
You're...
going to be the headmaster of Jingu?
Yes.
That's why...
I followed the headmaster's instructions.
The headmaster's instructions?
The headmaster and I created a darkness in Nana
that she was lacking as a flower arranger.
We used you.
Used me?
From the beginning.
You're lying...
The headmaster...
knows about you and me?
Of course.
I told you.
In fact, it was his instructions.
I'm
his wife.
- He wouldn't... - Yes, he would.
Your husband,
Ichimatsu Tsukishima.
The essence of Tsukishima.
Flickering light and shadow.
Cheers!
Why are you drinking tea, Chiyo?
I came by car.
That's no good.
We take that very seriously.
Last time we were very rude.
Calling you a bean or an iron axe.
Seeing you with your glasses off,
you're quite the beauty. It's surprising.
Right? I'm quite popular at singles parties.
Chiaki, are you looking for a boyfriend?
My parents keep nagging at me, saying they want grandchildren.
Out of curiosity, what's your type?
Going by elimination,
first, no idiots.
- You're out! - No cheaters either.
You're out!
And...
I don't like men who don't know when to give up.
- You're out! - Huh?
Pooh, you're still thinking about that flower out of reach?
Take this chance!
Give up on her and try for Chiaki!
That's it. I agree!
You're troubling Chiaki again.
No, if he can resolutely declare it,
he might have a chance.
Um...
did I say I like you?
Shut up, idiot.
Enough of that!
Pooh, you have a visitor. It's urgent.
I've seen her somewhere.
Momo's younger sister.
I'm Nana Tsukishima.
Momo,
maybe you should go back and rest.
I'm alright.
Please don't fall into despair!
What do you mean?
Please...
take better care of yourself.
Do you think you're my father?
No.
I'm sorry.
Leave me alone.
Please call me if you need me.
She's panicking.
My sister. That's why
she's grasping at straws by going to Hyoma.
The other me.
Wait a minute. Sorry, but
stop dragging him into your messes.
That's right. You rich ladies live in a different world,
topping it off with flowers and art. It's too much.
I do vaguely understand.
To get reset by being held by a man you don't love,
so you can stop moping over someone on your mind.
With this, she'll have no right to return.
It'll hammer the message into her heart and body.
Huh?
I'm
I'm worried about my sister.
She wouldn't usually speak to me like that.
She's blunt and puts on an act,
but she's really kinder than anyone,
and gets hurt easily.
She did...
something horrible to Pooh, but...
Where is she?
Are you serious?
Take my car.
We were just telling him to give up...
It's an S.O.S., right?
From your ex-girlfriend.
I don't love you...
and you don't love me.
Yes.
What is his name?
Pooh.
Hm?
Naoto...
Kazama.
Do you love him?
Yes.
Do you want to get rid of that?
Yes.
Completely?
Yes.
It's easy.
It's quite easy.
Um...
Hi.
Um...
where is Momo?
In the bedroom.
Ah.
I see.
Are you taking her home?
Do you mind?
Excuse me.
She fainted.
Huh?
When she tried to burn up
the seed you placed in her heart.
Oh.
Please don't misunderstand.
If common jealousy is bothering you,
it didn't happen.
She broke and fainted...
even before I held her.
I see.
Are you relieved?
But, there'll be another chance.
Because...
it's her desire.
The other you.
Hm?
Isn't it...
a child?
Yourself as a child.
Why do you say that?
I thought about it
a lot.
Thought?
Yes.
If so...
once it has disappeared...
it'll never come back, will it?
It's healthy growth...
as a human being.
Like naming...
a toy...
when you're a child.
A lonely child
has a toy,
as a real friend.
When they're an adult,
when they're not lonely anymore,
it's natural for that to go away.
You...
Please stop lying to her.
There won't be another chance.
Who...
are you?
I'm just a bicycle seller.
Men
have to set themselves firmly.
Lions, the king of the beasts,
can send the females hunting,
as long as they
protect them when necessary.
Women are happy with that.
Pooh.
Yes.
Are you alright?
You came?
I did.
Hey...
my love is...
wonderful.
Yes, it is.
Heartlessly...
wonderful.
Deep...
and intense.
No one can accept it.
They fall apart...
or run away.
I see.
But...
my love is wonderful, too.
Huh?
It's even more...
wonderful than yours.
Can you prove it?
It's quite...
- easy to do. - Easy to do.
"To be continued"
You've lost before the fight even starts.
Now that your heart has grown up, you'll never see it again.
Even giving up love and living with guilt,
I can never regain it.
I'm
not the headmaster's daughter, am I?