Tomizo was completely at a loss as to what to do next.  "Anyway, I should set out on a journey," he muttered to himself, "then, something good might happen."  He headed for Tokyo Station. He had barely enough money to support himself for half a month. He bought a ticket for Nagoya with no definite object in view. He vaguely thought he could get along somehow with his skill as a craftsman.

In those days a trip to Nagoya took a whole day.  He was dozing off in his seat got tired from the long journey, when he heard the repeated call "Hamamatsu, Hamamatsu .."  He suddenly came to himself and thought Hamamatsu was an industrial city like Kawaguchi. He go off the train instantaneously. 

He walked around all over the city all day long searching for a job, but to no avail.
He decided finding a job there would be impossible. So he made up his mind to go to the original destination, Nagoya.

Nagoya was a big city and he was a complete stranger there.  He found a cheap and shabby inn and stayed there.  He wandered around the city day after day, but without success. The money he brought with him diminished every day.  And at last he became penniless one day.

"I can not return to Tokyo any more.  It's all over with me," he murmured crouching down on a footpath between rice fields looking absent-mindedly at the sun sinking below the horizon, when - "What on earth are you doing here?" he heard someone say.

It was a man looking like a craftsman. Tomizo told everything to him - about why he was there in Nagoya.  He was willing to clutch even at a straw then.

"I see, he said, "I know someone who's looking for a craftsman. So just trust me and leave it to me."  "That will be a great help to me. Thank you very much," Tomizo exclaimed.  He felt the world was as kind as it was cruel.