[Mitsuhide could never have imagined something like this before; his eyes widen in astonishment as Hajime flicks through the book.]
Those pictures... I have never seen such realism! It's as if one has poured a complete memory onto paper!
[Because, of course, nothing even remotely like the concept of a photograph exists in his time. To him, each and every image Hajime flicks past is something miraculous. Many of the things in the photos are also beyond astonishing; he has no doubt that this 'scrapbook' is going to become incredibly precious to him.]
Hajime, this is incredible. I do not know how to thank you for such a gift!
[Mitsuhide sounds as awed as he feels, even though he's not looked at the scrapbook properly yet.]
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Those pictures... I have never seen such realism! It's as if one has poured a complete memory onto paper!
[Because, of course, nothing even remotely like the concept of a photograph exists in his time. To him, each and every image Hajime flicks past is something miraculous. Many of the things in the photos are also beyond astonishing; he has no doubt that this 'scrapbook' is going to become incredibly precious to him.]
Hajime, this is incredible. I do not know how to thank you for such a gift!
[Mitsuhide sounds as awed as he feels, even though he's not looked at the scrapbook properly yet.]