Mizuiro imagines what the people he knows will be like, will be doing, in ten or twenty years. He thinks Ichigo will be a doctor, like his father. His little sisters will be nurses. Keigo's sister on the other hand might be a journalist. Ishida Uryuu will be a fashion designer. Kunieda will attend Toudai and become a scientist, or a political secretary. Arisawa will go all the way to the Olympics – they'll watch her on TV – and then she'll retire and open a dojo. Inoue will be famous too, but he doesn't know how yet. Maybe she'll invent something. Maybe she'll become famous just for being Inoue. He imagines Inoue Orihime-themed hairclips, toasters, carry-all bags, alarm clocks.
Chad will own a restaurant or a bar here, in Karakura, maybe just around the corner. They will always meet each other there for drinks if they're in town; if they stay.
He pictures Keigo as a normal salaryman – exactly the same except in a suit and tie, not even any older – blissfully unaware of how unusual that really is in the grand scheme of things, a normal salaryman. He'll be in the corporate line himself, he thinks. They won't drift too far from each other. Maybe sales; he's good at convincing people.
He wonders if Inoue will ever need a marketing director.
He's surprised when all this is blown out of the water; he's not surprised when he's not sorry.