Noriko's cold smile softened into an amused grin. "Suit yourself."
Hands came off the notebook, and he leaned back in his chair. "Is it hard, trying to live seven decades in the past? Your idea of culture is laughably outdated, and useless, barring that you get yourself a time machine. Competitions like this... they're the heart and soul of today's Japan. You should get used to that."
Now he was focused on Kouchisei. This was far more interesting than waiting for the idols.