That wouldn't mean that Gen wouldn't complain. He would. At length, and with a good deal of drama. But that also didn't mean he wouldn't help him.

For Senku, he's been a 'fax machine' of all things, running back and forth with hand-written notes. At least that embarrassing display would be unknown here - Gen rather had shown his hand back then.

Gen wasn't surprised that Senku immediately started to take it apart. It's a paper bouquet. It's a gesture, a symbol, like the dream itself. And like dreams, it's the feelings behind them that counted.

"I am going to master this magic," Gen said confidently, and with a bit of excitement. He's really looking forward to it. "You'll see. I'll become the greatest this dream has ever seen."