"Agents of Souboutei could be here" he thought, "I've never been to this part of Souboutei before. There could be agents of Souboutei anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bandaged face. "SOUBOUTEI MUST BE DESTROYED" he thought. Battōtai reverberated from his memories, making it pulsate even as the sake circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of agents of Souboutei after depleting his strength. "With a katana, you can go anywhere in Souboutei you want" he said to himself, out loud.

Anyone know how much sake cost in 1932 Japan?