The unfolding of the 'Kimengumi's' nascent bonds, unearthed from the forgotten strata of childhood, presents a compelling, if somewhat predictable, tableau of a predestined camaraderie; very Heideggerian in its 'being-together' from the outset, yet ultimately leaving one with a rather *meh* feeling of temporal inevitability, like a forgotten memory resurfacing without the catharsis of true revelation.