Despite this world being drastically different from what reality should be, Tamamori didn't seem too bothered by it. Or, at least, not worried about the right things at the moment. Jumping through time over and over, and the acceptance of his own illusions and hallucinations made him not think too hard about the sudden island paradise. Instead, he was angrier and aggravated at the strange creature that had made off with the journal he had been holding onto.

"Give that back! How dare you! Who are you? I've never imagined anything like you before," every so often he lept up trying to grab his book just barely missing it. It was then the flurry of falling plumpkins came and knocked him back (finally getting the journal in hand), knocking him down in a jumble of kimono and hakama.