Ukikumo Shinrei Kitan Vol 1 Chapter 2

It was night –

Clouds hid the moon, and a small light floated in the inky darkness.

It was the light of Yasohachi’s lantern.

– It’s late.

Yasohachi walked the footpath by the Tamagawa Aqueduct.

He had gone to deliver fabrics to a client, and before he’d noticed, dark had fallen.

Ever since the trouble with the ghost, his father, Genta, didn’t want to send Yasohachi’s older sister, Osayo, on errands, so Yasohachi got sent around instead.

Though he was being used as a gofer, he was allowed to paint in his free time, so he couldn’t complain.

Yasohachi had just laughed self-deprecatingly to himself when he suddenly stopped.

Even though it was the middle of summer, he had an unpleasant feeling that gave his spine chills.

In front of him, there was a weeping willow that probably spanned two ken[1]. The branches jutting out over the river shook in the night wind.

Willows by water were always unsettling.

Their unique hanging branches probably elicited that feeling.

Perhaps Yasohachi’s chill from earlier had been caused by this weeping willow.

Yasohachi was about to start walking again, but somebody suddenly appeared from the shadow of the willow to block his way.

‘Aaahh!’

A hysteric scream escaped Yasohachi’s lips in his shock, and he fell onto his behind.

It was a woman, probably about twenty years old. She wore an indigo kimono which seemed to melt into the night. Though she was slender and had a face that looked docile, the red of her lips alone was strangely alluring.

The woman paid no attention to Yasohachi and walked away with lithe steps.

It was careless for a woman to walk alone at this time of night, especially without a lantern. As that thought came to Yasohachi, he tried to stand, but he suddenly found a kanzashi[2] at his feet.

He lit it with his lantern.

It was a silver hirauchi kanzashi, a flat round ornament with two p.r.o.ngs attached.

Perhaps the woman earlier had dropped it. Yasohachi picked up the kanzashi, stood and went after the woman.

'h.e.l.lo – ’

The woman didn’t seem to hear Yasohachi’s call as she kept walking away.

'Excuse me – you dropped this.’

Yasohachi called out once again, but the woman still did not stop. She disappeared around a corner.

Yasohachi jogged after her and turned the same corner.

Perhaps the woman had noticed him, as she had stopped. She stood in front of the back gate to a samurai residence.

'Excuse me…’

When Yasohachi spoke up, the woman turned around with a faint smile. It was a smile filed with a dark emotion that made him shudder.

Then, the woman went through the samurai residence’s back gate.

'Eh?’

Yasohachi’s eyes went wide in surprise. He hurriedly ran up to the door.

The woman had definitely gone through the gate. If she was a servant at this residence, it wouldn’t be suspicious for her to go inside. However, the problem was that the woman had gone through without even opening the gate.

It was as if she had slipped through like the gate had not been there at all.

'Could it be…’

A thought suddenly came to Yasohachi’s head.

– Was that woman a ghost?

Yasohachi became frightened the moment he thought that.

Perhaps it would be better to leave at once – is what he thought when he felt a presence behind him.

A sharp, pointed presence that could be taken as a killing intent –

When he turned around, he saw someone behind him. At first, he thought it was the woman from earlier, but he was wrong. The person was smaller framed and more slender.

While he was thinking, he heard a short. 'Ei!’

Yasohachi stepped back in surprise as a wooden sword sliced the air in front of him.

'Eek!’

Yasohachi dropped his lantern without thinking.

The lantern that had fallen to the floor started crackling as it burnt. The light lit the shadow standing in front of him.

A girl with her long hair tied behind her –

She was probably about the same age as Yasohachi. Her lips were thin and her big eyes looked straight at Yasohachi.

Though she had a small frame, she handled the wooden sword like a master.

That said, she did not seem rough. She was as lovely as a water lily.

'How beautiful…’ said Yasohachi without thinking. At the same time, the tip of the wooden sword was thrust to his chin.

'Are you the vengeful spirit[3] targeting my older brother?’

The girl’s voice was as beautiful as her looks.

'Vengeful spirit? What are you talking about?’

'Don’t play dumb.’

The girl pressed the wooden sword into his skin.

'I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just…’

'Don’t waste your breath.’

The girl raised the wooden sword.

Even if it was wooden, Yasohachi wouldn’t get away unscathed if he let it hit him.

I need to run – that was what he thought, bt his body didn’t move.

'Aaagh!’

Just as the girl was about to strike, there was a scream from the residence.

'Brother!’ shouted the girl. She turned on her heels, opened the back gate and ran in.

Though Yasohachi could have used this chance to flee, before he’d noticed it, he had run in after the girl –

He went through the gate into the residence and saw a young man trembling in fear by the garden.

The man was looking at the woman who had been under the willow earlier.

Standing by the pond, he had a bewitching and mysterious smile on her face.

'Is it you!?’

The girl readied her sword and headed for the woman with flowing steps.

'You mustn’t!’

Yasohachi tried to stop her, but she didn’t make it in time.

'Yah!’ the girl cried out as she tried to strike the woman. However, her blade went straight through her.

The woman’s scornful laughter reverberated through all of them as she disappeared, melting into the darkness –

1

'So then you fell for that la.s.s, Hachi – ’

The man sitting in front of Yasohachi was nodding, his chin ins his hands.

They were within an old, lopsided shrine building.

The man wasn’t the monk at the shrine. He had just decided to stay here at this abandoned shrine on his own.

His name was Ukik.u.mo. He wore his white kimono in a slapdash manner, red obi tied around him sloppily. His skin was as white as his kimono, his lips alone a startling red.

What stood out the most was his two eyes.

They were a vivid red that made one think of blood.

That wasn’t all. Those red eyes could see the spirits of the dead – that is, ghosts.

Yasohachi’s sister, Osayo, had been possessed by a ghost before. Hijikata, a seller of medicine, had introduced Yasohachi to an exorcist, and Yasohachi had met Ukik.u.mo here at this shrine.

To be honest, he had doubted Ukik.u.mo at first, since he had seemed incredibly suspicious.

However, Ukik.u.mo, with his red eyes that saw the spirits of the dead, had not only revealed the truth of the incident but also exorcised the spirit.

'I didn’t say anything about that,’ denied Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo poured sake from his gourd into the cup at his waist.

'What a boring man you are.’

'What do you mean?’

'You thought her beautiful, right?’

'Yes,’ Yasohachi replied honestly.

From his first glance at the girl with the wooden sword, he had thought her beautiful. There was no doubting that.

'Then just romance her.’

'Why do you make that sound like the logical course of action? I don’t know anything about her yet.’

Ukik.u.mo sighed in exasperation upon hearing Yasohachi’s words.

'You can find that out after taking her to bed.’

After saying that, Ukik.u.mo gulped down the sake in his cup.

'That would be utterly shameless.’

'What’s shameless about it? Are you an idiot? How could you know anything about her otherwise?’ said Ukik.u.mo, sounding dissatisfied. He wiped his mouth with his hand.

From Yasohachi’s point of view, Ukik.u.mo’s logic made no sense. People fell in love first before being intimate. He just couldn’t agree with being intimate with someone you didn’t know well

'Hachi, could it be that you still don’t know a woman’s body?’ Ukik.u.mo said offhandedly.

Yasohachi let out an 'Urk’ without thinking.

There was no 'could it be’ about it. A woman’s body? Yasohachi hadn’t even held a woman’s hand.

'Is there something wrong with that?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo shook his head slightly.

'Don’t you have any desire?’

'Desire?’

'The desire to take a good woman to bed.’

'What is a good woman? And wouldn’t a pa.s.sing moment of pleasure just leave you feeling empty?’

'Don’t give a lecture when you don’t know anything.’

Ukik.u.mo poked Yasohachi in the head.

'There are things one knows because one doesn’t know.’

'Rather than naïve, you’re just an idiot.’

'Why am I an idiot?’

'Explaining aloud won’t get anything started. Come on. Let’s go,’ declared Ukik.u.mo as he stood up.

Ukik.u.mo’s tall figure was bewitching even to Yasohachi, who was of the same s.e.x as him.

'To where?’ asked Yasohachi as he stood up as well.

'The red-light district, of course.’

'R-red-light district? Why would we go there?’

Ukik.u.mo grabbed Yasohachi’s kimono and pulled him towards him to whisper in his ear. 'I’ll teach you about women, Hachi.’

'W-women…? I, er…’

'Scared?’

Ukik.u.mo’s reds eyes stared at Yasohachi.

To be honest, he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women, but he was afraid of stepping into a realm he didn’t know.

However, he hesitated to say that aloud.

’T-that isn’t it… I don’t have money anyway.’

'Don’t worry about. No woman would be uncouth enough to take money from me,’ said Ukik.u.mo, licking his lips.

Yasohachi was afraid. It felt like something inside him would change if he nodded here. And –

'Please wait. I didn’t come here to talk about women.’

Yasohachi pulled himself away from Ukik.u.mo.

He had almost been washed away by the pace of the conversation and forgotten his original goal.

'At this rate, you’ll never lose your virginity,’ said Ukik.u.mo with a sigh as he sat down cross-legged once more.

'I said, I’m not talking about that.’

'Then what are you talking about?’

Ukik.u.mo looked up at Yasohachi –

Ukik.u.mo’s gaze was cold enough to make Yasohachi shudder.

Yasohachi swallowed once before kneeling opposite Ukik.u.mo. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before talking.

'I’m talking about the ghost that appeared at the samurai residence – ’

'Ghost.’

'Yes,’ said Yasohachi with a nod before continuing. 'After that, I heard the situation from Iori-san – ’

'Is Iori the la.s.s with the wooden sword?’

'Yes, she is,’ said Yasohachi with a nod.

Iori was the daughter of the samurai family Hagiwara.

After the ghost disappeared, Iori had apologized to him.

Though Yasohachi could have left then, he couldn’t leave the matter alone and asked about the incident himself.

At first, Iori had been hesitant, but perhaps she felt guilty about suspecting Yasohachi as she invited him in and explained the situation.

'The ghost had started to appear at the Hagiwara household about ten days ago.’

The first to see her was a man named Shintani Naosuke who had been staying at the Hagiwara household as a guest.

He was the man who had been trembling in the garden the night before. Servants also started to see the ghost frequently afterwards.

'If it’s just a ghost showing up, you could let it alone, right?’

Ukik.u.mo poured himself a cup of sake in disinterest and gulped it down.

It was mysterious how Ukik.u.mo’s skin, which was so pale, never changed colour no matter how much he drank.

'The problem is – that she wasn’t just showing up.’

'Oh?’

'It seems that every time that ghost appears, she goes to the room of Iori-san’s older brother, Shintarou.’

'Is that ghost a good woman?’ said Ukik.u.mo, licking his red lips.

'Well, I think she’s beautiful.’

'An enviable man then.’

'Why would you say that?’

'A beautiful ghost is paying him night visits – that makes him a lucky man, right?’

For Ukik.u.mo to feel desire even to a dead woman, he must be a considerable lecher. Yasohachi couldn’t retort to each thing he said.

After clearing his throat, Yasohachi continued.

'It seems that ever since the ghost appeared, Shintarou-san has been sleeping on the floor.’

'Wore himself out, eh?’

'That’s not it! According to Iori-san, he’s been sleeping this whole time – ’

'Sleeping this whole time?’

'Yes. Well, Shintarou-san had never been a strong man and often went to see the doctor, but to keep sleeping like this – it’s strange. It appears to be the ghost’s doing.’

Iori had been waiting for the ghost with a wooden sword in hand at the gate in order to save her brother, Shintarou.

Then, Yasohachi had appeared, and the incident followed.

'What a boring story.’

Ukik.u.mo yawned and then lay down, using his arms as a pillow.

'For the Hagiwara family, it is a big problem. It seems that there were talks of marriage for Shintarou-san, but that will be called off if he keeps sleeping. Furthermore, tasteless rumours may spread…’

'In any case, Hachi, it’s got nothing to do with you, right? And of course it’s the same for me,’ said Ukik.u.mo, who then closed his eyes. It looked like he planned on going to sleep, but Yasohachi wouldn’t accept that.

'Ukik.u.mo-san, I would like you to expel the spirit.’

'I don’t want to,’ said Ukik.u.mo, his eyes still closed.

'Please don’t say that. I’ve already promised Iori-san.’

'Hm?’

Ukik.u.mo opened his eyes, looking incredibly annoyed.

Yasohachi hadn’t been able to leave Iori alone when he saw how grieved she looked, so he had ended up saying, 'I will introduce you to an exorcist.’

Now that he’d said it, he couldn’t take it back.

'Please. If it goes well, there should be a considerable reward.’

Yasohachi bowed his head, which made Ukik.u.mo sigh in a melodramatic manner.

'I hate samurai families.’

'Please don’t say that…’

'Honestly. Not only are you an idiot, you’re also meddlesome.’

Putting aside the idiot part, his older sister, Osayo, often called him meddlesome.

'I know that, but I can’t leave the matter alone.’

'I don’t mind going, but I have a condition.’

'What is it?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo slowly stood up.

'Let me meet Osayo.’

'My sister?’

'If you don’t like it, I’m not going.’

To tell the truth, Yasohachi didn’t like it. From the earlier conversation they’d had, Yasohachi could easily imagine why Ukik.u.mo wanted to meet Osayo.

That said, if Yasohachi refused here, Ukik.u.mo really wouldn’t do anything. Yasohachi wouldn’t be able to face Iori then.

'What’ll you do?’

Ukik.u.mo’s red eyes pressed Yasohachi for an answer –

2

Yasohachi stood under the same willow tree he had the night before –

It was mysterious. Though the willow had seemed so uncanny when he saw it at night, it seemed elegant in the day with the burbling of the stream.

'It’s splendid,’ murmured Ukik.u.mo, standing beside Yasohachi and looking up at the willow.

Though he wore his usual casual white outfit, he was using his staff and covering his eyes with a red cloth.

Ukik.u.mo covered his eyes with the red cloth like to pretend to be blind in front of other people.

His red eyes were beautiful, so Yasohachi thought there was no need to hide them, but it seemed there were many people in this world he didn’t think the same way – according to Ukik.u.mo.

'Willows often have ghosts about them, but is there some sort of power to the willow that causes that?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo looked his way. There were eyes drawn in ink on the red cloth he wore. Though they were only drawings, they seemed an unnatural force to them.

'It’s not the willows that’ve got ghosts.’

'What do you mean?’

Yasohachi had seen many paintings of ghosts before. Willows were often painted with the ghosts. It wasn’t just in paintings – ghosts often appeared below willow trees in ghost stories as well.

'It’s the water.’

Ukik.u.mo pointed at the river with his staff.

'Water?’

'Yes. People’s souls gather near whether they’re alive or dead.’

'Is that so?’

'It is. And willows grow by water. That’s the reason behind it.’

Yasohachi understood now.

'Then the ghost I saw last night was drawn to the water too?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo looked at the willow again.

'I don’t know.’

'But you just…’

'I just meant that’s often the case. Saying that’s always true would make it impossible to see what’s really important.’

As Ukik.u.mo said that, he put his staff on his shoulder.

'Is that how it is? ’

'That’s how it is. So where’d you pick up the kanzashi?’

'Around there.’

Yasohachi pointed at the roots of the willow after thinking about the events of last night.

Weeds grew wild. Yasohachi probably wouldn’t have noticed the kanzashi there if he hadn’t fallen.

'Show me that kanzashi once more.’

'Here.’

Yasohachi handed over the kanzashi to Ukik.u.mo.

Ukik.u.mo pushed up just the left side of the cloth covering his eyes and looked carefully at the kanzashi.

'It’s pretty scratched up.’

'It is.’

Yasohachi hadn’t noticed in the dark, but under the sunlight, he could tell there were scratches all over.

'I’ll take this for a bit.’

Ukik.u.mo put the kanzashi into his kimono without waiting for Yasohachi’s answer.

Yasohachi had no objections. Keeping it himself wouldn’t be of any use.

'Did you figure something out?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo snorted. 'Don’t rush for an answer.’

'I know, but…’

'So that ghost kept walking without responding to your call then, Hachi?’

'Yes.’

When Yasohachi responded, Ukik.u.mo started walking towards the Hagiwara household.

'Where did that ghost come from?’ asked Yasohachi as he followed Ukik.u.mo.

'What do you mean?’

'It suddenly appeared under the willow tree, but I thought that maybe it was somewhere else before – ’

'Who knows,’ said Ukik.u.mo with a shrug.

However, Yasohachi felt like Ukik.u.mo knew the answer, despite his words.

Upon reaching the Hagiwara household back gate, Yasohachi said, 'Er, there’s one more thing I want to ask, but…’

Ukik.u.mo stopped and turned around.

It had been on Yasohachi’s mind since yesterday. The question was –

'Why were we able to see the ghost too last night?’

Yasohachi was confused by that.

Ukik.u.mo, with his red eyes, could always see ghosts. However, Yasohachi, without them, could not usually see ghosts.

However, sometimes he would suddenly be able to. Furthermore, yesterday, three people including Yasohachi had seen the same ghost.

Why were they able to see ghosts at some times but not at other times?

'I don’t know for sure either.’

Since Yasohachi had been hoping for a clear answer, to be honest, he was disappointed by Ukik.u.mo’s response.

'Why? Don’t you have eyes that can see ghosts?’

'That’s why.’

'Eh?’

'My eyes can always see ghosts.’

Ukik.u.mo lightly touched the red cloth with his fingers.

Now that Ukik.u.mo said that, Yasohachi understood. Just as Yasohachi didn’t know the world that Ukik.u.mo saw, Ukik.u.mo did not know the world Yasohachi saw.

Ukik.u.mo smiled bitterly. It felt a bit sad.

Perhaps Yasohachi’s words had hurt Ukik.u.mo in some way.

'I’m sorry,’ said Yasohachi, which made Ukik.u.mo furrow his brows.

'Why are you apologising?’

'I don’t have an answer, but I just felt like I should…’

'It’s pointless concern. I…’

The back gate to the Hagiwara household opened, interrupting Ukik.u.mo.

Iori appeared from inside.

'So it really was you, Yasohachi-dono,’ said Iori in a clear voice.

Yasohachi had thought that Iori was like a water lily when he saw her in the night, but under the sun, she was as bright as a sunflower.

In either case, it did not change the fact that she was beautiful.

'Iori-san, how did you know it was me?’

'I heard voices, so I thought that perhaps…’

Iori glanced at Ukik.u.mo.

'This is the exorcist that I mentioned last night. His name is Ukik.u.mo-san.’

After Yasohachi introduced Ukik.u.mo, Iori politely bowed from her waist. 'Thank you for coming.’

Ukik.u.mo responded with a cool 'Hm’.

'Please come in.’

After saying that, Iori went inside.

Yasohachi was about to go in when Ukik.u.mo grabbed his shoulder.

'What is it?’

Ukik.u.mo put his face close to Yasohachi’s. 'Hachi, that woman’s a bad idea.’

'What are you talking about?’

'That woman’s trouble.’

'What do you mean?’

'Well, you’ll find out soon enough.’

Ukik.u.mo smiled in a meaningful way.

What on earth did he mean? Yasohachi was about to question him, but Iori asked 'What’s the matter?’ and the conversation was interrupted.

3

Yasohachi sat next to Ukik.u.mo –

They were in the Hagiwara guest room.

In complete contrast to Yasohachi, who was kneeling properly with his spine completely straight, Ukik.u.mo had his staff under his arm and was sitting cross-legged – he even looked relaxed.

Two other men were sitting in the guest room.

Yasohachi had met one of them last night. Shintani Naosuke, a guest of the Hagiwara family.

He was probably about halfway through his twenties. He looked good sitting in his hakama, different from his frightened appearance last night. Furthermore, looking at him properly, he appeared to be quite a lady-killer.

The other was Iori’s father and the master of the Hagiwara household, Hagiwara Shounosuke.

He had a round face like Iori, but his eyes were thin and droopy and he had a large, round nose, which gave him a warm atmosphere.

He did not find fault with Ukik.u.mo’s incredibly ill-mannered behavior either.

'Is this gentleman the exorcist?’ asked Shounosuke, looking at Ukik.u.mo.

Ukik.u.mo’s eyes were covered with a red cloth that had eyes drawn on it. Even as Shounosuke looked at this strange appearance, his smile did not leave his face.

'Well, something like it,’ replied Ukik.u.mo. He poured sake from the gourd he had brought with him into the cup at his waist and gulped it down.

'That’s disrespectful!’

Naosuke half-got up but unexpectedly Shounosuke was the one to stop him.

'Isn’t he an interesting fellow?’

'But…’

'Shintani-dono, if you are a samurai, you should also show your broadmindedness. Otherwise, I will not accept your betrothal to Iori.’

Shounosuke’s words calmed the situation. In contrast, Yasohachi’s heart was unsettled. It seemed Naosuke was Iori’s betrothed.

'You’re a good man for a samurai.’

Ukik.u.mo poured sake into his cup and held it out towards Shounosuke.

Shounosuke smiled slightly and took the cup, downing it in one go.

'So, Ukik.u.mo-dono, did you undergo your training somewhere?’ asked Shounosuke as he returned the cup.

'No, unfortunately, I don’t believe in G.o.ds or Buddha.’

'How can you expel spirits like that!?’

Naosuke flared up again.

However, Ukik.u.mo wouldn’t falter at something like that.

'Don’t decide things in that petty mind of yours.’

'What did you say?’

'I can see things you can’t – ’

After saying that, Ukik.u.mo touched the red cloth with eyes on it with his finger.

'Talking big for a blind man.’

'You’ll get in trouble if you leap forward just based on appearances.’

'Now, let’s calm down.’

Shounosuke calmed the situation once more.

Ukik.u.mo was calm, but Yasohachi felt nervous just watching. He was covered in a cold sweat.

'So Shintarou is really possessed by something?’ asked Shounosuke after a pause, bringing the conversation back on topic.

'I don’t know. I haven’t seen him yet. I’ll make a decision after that.’

When Ukik.u.mo said that, Shounosuke looked a bit surprised.

'Then it might not be a possession?’

'Yeah, might just be an illness. I won’t be able to do anything then, so get a doctor instead.’

'A doctor…’

'And my specialty is ghosts. If it’s some other form of spirit, I won’t be able to do much, so you’ll need to find someone else.’

Ukik.u.mo’s words made Shounosuke laugh aloud.

What was so funny? Yasohachi looked at Ukik.u.mo. Ukik.u.mo was frowning; it seemed like he didn’t understand why Shounosuke was laughing either.

'Ah, I apologise. You see, ever since Shintarou became as he is now, many people calling themselves exorcists who must have heard rumours have been coming here.’

'Is that so?’ asked Yasohachi.

Shounosuke nodded.

'All of them would ask things like “What did the evil spirit do?” and “What about that demon?”, speaking intimidating words before even seeing Shintarou. In short, they were trying to sell sutras or other things. It appears you are, unlike them, an honest person.’

'That’s my only good quality,’ Ukik.u.mo said shamelessly.

Yasohachi, who had had the money stolen from his wallet, was doubtful about Ukik.u.mo’s honesty, but it seemed Shounosuke liked him.

'Please allow me to leave Shintarou in your care.’

Shounosuke bowed his head deeply.

'I’ll do what I can. I need to see him first.’

After Ukik.u.mo repeated himself, Shounosuke called Iori to the room and told her to show them to where Shintarou was.

With Iori as their guide, Yasohachi and Ukik.u.mo headed for Shintarou’s room.

'A doctor is currently here,’ said Iori as she walked.

Shintarou’s room was at a corner which had a view of the garden.

'This is the one,’ said Iori, opening the sliding door.

'Eek!’

A little shriek came from the room.

The one who had spoken was a man in a jittoku[4]. He was probably the doctor.

'I apologise for surprising you.’

Iori bowed her head.

'No, not at all. Who might these people be?’

The doctor looked at Yasohachi and Ukik.u.mo.

'These gentlemen are Yasohachi-dono and Ukik.u.mo-dono.’

Iori gave a brief introduction.

She had probably refrained from mentioning that Ukik.u.mo was an exorcist since she was in front of a doctor.

'My name is Koishikawa Souten.’

The man who had called himself Koishikawa bowed his head politely.

He was fairly young for a doctor. He had a pale face and seemed somewhat unreliable.

Koishikawa seemed suspicious of Ukik.u.mo’s strange appearance, but he didn’t say anything.

Once things settled down, Yasohachi looked at Shintarou, who slept in his futon.

His round face and lips were similar to Iori’s.

His face as he slept was so withered away it was unfortunate.

Koishikawa examined Shintarou, checking his pulse and listening to his heartbeat in a manner that suggested he was very accustomed to doing so.

Yasohachi knelt by Shintarou’s futon beside Iori and watched Koishikawa.

Then, he saw Ukik.u.mo leaning against a pillar.

He seemed to be in thought, with his hand on his chin.

'How is my brother’s condition?’ asked Iori, leaning forward, once Koishikawa was done with his examination.

'I cannot say anything since I don’t know the cause,’ replied Koishikawa with a small shake of his head.

Yasohachi felt like Iori’s dignified expression grew immediately darker.

'Is it the work of a ghost then?’ murmured Iori to herself.

'A ghost… That’s impossible,’ Koishikawa denied resolutely.

Ukik.u.mo’s expression stiffened slightly.

'How can you say it’s impossible?’ asked Ukik.u.mo, which made Koishikawa look up.

'I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t know the cause, but it is some sort of illness. Prayers and exorcisms will not heal him,’ Koishikawa said firmly. They were very much the words of a doctor.

'What proof do you have to say they don’t exist?’ asked Ukik.u.mo, looking angry.

Koishikawa froze for a moment, perhaps afraid of the eyes drawn on the red cloth. However, he soon smiled slightly afterwards.

'I have never seen a ghost in my entire life.’

'You’ve never seen one, so they don’t exist – is that what you want to say?’

'Yes.’

'Then let me ask this. Do you think Oda n.o.bunaga existed?’

'Well, yes,’ replied Koishikawa, seeming suspicious.

'Why? Have you seen Oda n.o.bunaga before?’

'No, I haven’t.’

'You’ve never seen him, so isn’t it strange for you to say he existed?’

'That’s just quibbling.’

'What’s quibbling about it? You said just now that you don’t believe in something because you’ve never seen it.’

'That’s different. And aren’t there doc.u.ments left behind which serve as signs that Oda n.o.bunaga existed?’

'Ghosts leave doc.u.ments behind too, don’t they?’

'That’s just more quibbling.’

'OK. There are tons of things in this world that you don’t know. But, they exist whether you know about them or not. Got it?’

With a dubious smile on his face, Ukik.u.mo put his sake gourd straight to his lips and took a gulp.

Koishikawa seemed to think that any further discussion would be pointless as he just smiled wryly and then swiftly took out five paper backs from a box and placed them on the tray by Shintarou’s pillow.

'Please give him one bag of medicine with water a day, just as you have done up until now,’ said Koishikawa.

'Yes,’ responded Iori with a nod.

'Please excuse me.’

Koishikawa bowed his head politely and left the room.

'What a quack!’ said Ukik.u.mo very audibly right afterwards.

Ukik.u.mo, who could see ghosts, probably hadn’t liked having their existence outright denied.

'How is he then?’ asked Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo sat cross-legged by Shintarou’s pillow.

'Is something malevolent possessing him?’ asked Iori anxiously.

'I don’t know yet. More importantly, how long’s this man been sleeping?’

'It’s been seven days,’ replied Iori.

'Was there any sign of this beforehand?’

'He appeared to have caught a cold, but that was all,’ replied Iori, which made Ukik.u.mo cross his arms and make a 'Hm’ sound.

Yasohachi didn’t know what he was thinking. There was no way for him to – the worlds they saw were different.

Unable to bear with the silence, Yasohachi asked, 'What will you do?’

'I’m staying here tonight – you don’t mind, right?’ said Ukik.u.mo.

Iori gave him a big nod in response –

4

'The moon looks good tonight.’

Ukik.u.mo, sitting by Shintarou’s pillow, spoke in a carefree manner as he poured sake from a bottle into a cup.

A female servant had brought it earlier.

It was true that the moon was beautiful, shining brightly unlike yesterday, when it had been hidden by the clouds. However, that wasn’t the problem.

'Could you guard a bit more seriously?’

Ukik.u.mo didn’t seem anxious at all. This was just drinking sake while viewing the moon. Furthermore, he was doing this at the bedside of Shintarou, who was sleeping, unable to wake up. It was just too imprudent.

Ukik.u.mo snorted and finished the sake in his cup in one gulp.

'I’m incredibly serious.’

'It doesn’t look that way.’

Drinking sake didn’t seem serious at all.

'You telling me to learn from that la.s.s?’

Ukik.u.mo looked at the garden.

Iori, in hakama, was waving her sword about with intense concentration. She was probably preparing for the ghost’s attack.

Her form was beautiful. It was beautiful, but something felt off to Yasohachi.

He couldn’t express it well, but if he had to say, it seemed that the bright spark that Iori had already had was being forced out.

'Come to think of it, you told me to give up on her.’

Ukik.u.mo had said that when they were going through the Hagiwara gate. Though Ukik.u.mo had said that Yasohachi would understand soon enough, Yasohachi still didn’t understand what he had meant.

'What, so you really did fall for her?’ said Ukik.u.mo mockingly.

'That isn’t it. I’m just curious since you said something like that.’

'Hachi, can’t you tell just by looking?’

'I can’t,’ Yasohachi said firmly.

Ukik.u.mo shook his head with an exasperated sigh.

'That’s an innocent young woman who doesn’t know men.’

It was so sudden that it took some time for Yasohachi to understand what Ukik.u.mo meant.

'H-how can you tell?’

'You can tell just from looking, right?’

'I can’t!’

Perhaps because of Yasohachi’s loud voice, Iori stopped and turned to look at them.

When their gazes met, all Yasohachi could do was respond with a twitching smile. Iori seemed suspicious for a while, but then she started to wave her sword again.

'Honestly, Ukik.u.mo-san, it’s your fault for saying something so strange all of a sudden,’ protested Yasohachi with a sigh.

However, Ukik.u.mo didn’t care at all.

'What’s so strange about it? This is important.’

'Why is it?’

'I’m saying that taking a maiden as your partner is a heavy burden.’

'I said I don’t see Iori-san that way. And Iori-san is going to marry Shintani-san anyway. She lives in a different world from a townsman like me.’

Yasohachi’s words made Ukik.u.mo smile.

'You’re the one deciding that you’re living in different worlds, aren’t you?’

'I’m not deciding anything. We really do come from different ranks.’

No matter what Ukik.u.mo said, a marriage between someone from a samurai family and someone from the common folk would not be accepted. That was the difference between rank.

'Rank doesn’t exist in the bedroom. You’re just a man and a woman.’

Yasohachi could understand Ukik.u.mo’s logic, but –

He was about to object when Naosuke walked down the corridor.

'What do you want?’ asked Ukik.u.mo with a sigh.

'Nothing. Just…’

Naosuke paused.

'You can’t trust me, right?’ said Ukik.u.mo in Naosuke’s stead.

Naosuke didn’t respond, just looking at Iori who was waving her sword fervently.

Though Naosuke probably couldn’t trust Ukik.u.mo, he was probably also here because he was anxious about Iori.

'Hachi,’ muttered Ukik.u.mo.

'Yes?’

'If it hurts, you can cry.’

What on earth was he talking about? Yasohachi was about to ask, but he couldn’t, because it was clear that Ukik.u.mo had sensed something from his hard expression.

'You’ve come then – ’ murmured Ukik.u.mo in a low voice. He stood with his staff.

'Who has?’

'The host.’

After saying that, Ukik.u.mo pointed at the back gate.

Yasohachi looked in that direction while holding his breath.

A woman stood there.

She wore an indigo kimono that seemed like it would melt into the night. Though she had a pale face, there was a bewitching beauty to her. It was definitely the woman from last night.

Iori and Naosuke had noticed her as well and had turned their gazes that way.

A jolt of tension ran through the air.

The woman seemed to slide across the ground as she headed towards Shintarou’s room.

'Stay away from my brother!’

Iori ran up to the woman to block her way and held her wooden sword up in front of her.

Still, the woman did not stop.

'Stay away!’ shouted Iori as she struck.

However, the tip of her sword went right through the woman’s body.

Iori sliced sideways and then diagonally, not giving up, but still her strikes kept going through the woman.

'It’s useless. Give it up.’

Ukik.u.mo went into the garden, still barefoot, and pushed Iori aside.

However, Iori still tried to strike the woman. Yasohachi grabbed Iori’s hand and pulled her away.

'Let’s leave this to Ukik.u.mo-san,’ said Yasohachi.

Iori bit her lower lip and looked down.

'Why are you wandering the world of the living?’ asked Ukik.u.mo, pulling up the left side of the red cloth covering his eyes just slightly. He was probably looking at the woman in a way that wouldn’t let Iori and Naosuke see his eyes.

'I… lo…’ said the woman, her voice trembling.

Yasohachi couldn’t hear her, but he could tell that there was strong emotion in that voice.

'Just as I expected then – ’ Ukik.u.mo murmured.

He spoke as if he had known everything from the start.

'You… I’ll cut you down!’

Naosuke, who had been frozen in fear earlier, seemed to have gained his resolve as he unsheathed his sword and tried to cut the woman.

The tip of his sword went right through the woman, as expected.

The woman sent Naosuke a glare and then melted into the darkness, just as she had down the night before –

5

Yasohachi went to the shrine that Ukik.u.mo had made his stronghold the next day, past noon –

He was meant to have come earlier, but because of the late night, he had completely slept in.

'h.e.l.lo!’

He called out as he stood in front of the shrine, but there was no response.

'Ukik.u.mo-san, are you here?’

He called out once more and the shrine door open.

Yasohachi was startled. It wasn’t Ukik.u.mo who had come out but a woman in a pale red kimono.

She was probably about halfway through her twenties. She had sharp looks, with a showy and beguiling beauty that made him hold his breath.

'You must be Yasohachi-san.’

The woman looked at Yasohachi with seductive eyes.

Though her voice seemed a bit low, it matched the woman in front of his eyes and was bewitching.

'Eh, ah, yes… Why do you know my name?’

'Do you want me to tell you?’ said the woman teasingly, dragging a long, white finger along Yasohachi’s cheek.

A smell that reminded him of plum flowers tickled his nose.

It was too much for Yasohachi. He couldn’t speak. The woman saw Yasohachi in his predicament and gave him a full-lipped smile.

'You’re blushing. How cute.’

'I-I, er…’

'Somebody like you shouldn’t keep the company of a man like him,’ whispered the woman in Yasohachi’s ear.

Her breath felt ticklish.

'A man like him?’

'Well, it’s fine. If you’re looking for him, he’s inside,’ said the woman, turning around.

'Ah, yes,’ responded Yasohachi.

The woman smiled faintly. 'I’ll see you then – ’ She walked around with lithe steps.

– Is she Ukik.u.mo’s lover?

Yasohachi thought about that as he stepped inside.

'What, it’s you, Hachi?’

Ukik.u.mo said that as he stifled a yawn, sitting with his back against the wall.

He was only wearing his white kimono, leaving his firm chest exposed.

'Er… who was that woman earlier?’

Ukik.u.mo pulled a wry face.

'Ah, Tamamo?’

'Tamamo-san – is that her name?’

'I don’t know her real name. I just call her that.’

'You don’t know…? Isn’t she your lover?’

'Do you know why I call her Tamamo?’ responded Ukik.u.mo as he poured sake out from his gourd.

'I don’t know.’

'It’s from Tamamo-no-Mae.’

'Are you talking about that tale of a transforming nine-tailed fox spirit?’

Yasohachi had heard of the legend of Tamamo-no-Mae before.

Tamamo-no-Mae, who had been a woman of startling beauty, had been doted on by the emperor. However, her real form was that of the nine-tailed fox, a spirit that brought misfortune.

If Yasohachi remembered correctly, an onmyouji[5] named Abe-no-something or other had exorcised her spirit.

'That’s right. Tamamo might give up her body but she’ll never give up her heart. That’s the sort of woman she is. If you carelessly make a move on her, she’ll drag you to the pits of h.e.l.l.’

'Huh.’

Yasohachi felt like he had been given the slip, but he couldn’t worry about that now.

Yasohachi knelt in front of Ukik.u.mo.

'What are you being so formal for now?’ said Ukik.u.mo as he drank his sake.

'What do you mean, what? It’s about the Hagiwara household case.’

After the woman’s ghost had disappeared last night, Ukik.u.mo had quickly dressed himself and left the Hagiwara household.

The case hadn’t been solved.

'Ah, that…’

Ukik.u.mo’s gaze wandered.

There was no way he had forgotten. It had been just yesterday. He had to be playing dumb.

'If nothing is done, Iori-san’s brother will…’

'You don’t have to worry about that,’ Ukik.u.mo said firmly.

'What do you mean?’

'You don’t understand?’

'I don’t.’

Ukik.u.mo looked troubled.

'Honestly, why not try thinking on your own sometimes?’

Ukik.u.mo’s words irritated Yasohachi.

It wasn’t like Yasohachi was slow. He had been thinking about that ghost ever since last night. However, he still didn’t understand.

'I…’

Yasohachi was about to object when Ukik.u.mo stopped him.

'Listen up. The ghost last night shows up at the Hagiwara household every night. Why do you think the ghost does that?’

'Isn’t the ghost going to see Shintarou-san?’

'Well, that’s near the mark.’

'Huh…’

'If that ghost is going to see Shintarou-san, do you know the reason?’

'The reason?’

'Yes. She’s going to see him because she has a reason, right?’

Yasohachi understood what Ukik.u.mo was saying, but there was another way to think about it.

'I think she might go even without a reason.’

'Oh? And in what situation would that be?’

Ukik.u.mo’s eyes narrowed. His red eyes seemed to glint.

'She might have fallen in love with Shintarou-san – ’

When Yasohachi said that, Ukik.u.mo smiled slightly.

'Going to meet the person she loves is a splendid reason, right?’

'Ah, I see…’

'If a woman’s ghost is wandering because she fell in love – did she fall in love with Shintarou after dying? Or did she fall in love first and then die?’

'I think she fell in love first and then died.’

'Why do you think that?’

'I don’t have any proof. I just think so.’

Ukik.u.mo nodded.

'I think the same thing.’

If it wasn’t just Yasohachi – if Ukik.u.mo thought the same way – it made him think his current theory was correct. But if that was the case –

'That would make that ghost Shintarou-san’s lover.’

'Well, there’s that possibility.’

'But Shintarou-san was having talks of marriage…’

'Is that a marriage he desired?’

Ukik.u.mo looked frightening as he said that.

'What do you mean?’

'The marriages of samurai families don’t just spring up because two people are madly in love.’

It was just as Ukik.u.mo said.

A samurai family couldn’t decide which family to bind themselves to through marriage just by considering the feelings of the people getting married. It would have a great influence on their social status afterwards, so samurai marriages required the permission of the shogunate and the domain.

It was often the case that people were forced to separate from the ones they had fallen in love with in order to marry partners they did not desire. However –

'Then that woman’s ghost wasn’t Shintarou-san’s lover?’

'The relationship between a man and a woman cannot be explained with logic.’

There were talks of marriage, but he had another woman – that was probably what Ukik.u.mo wanted to say.

'Well, maybe that was the case.’

'Then the question is why that woman died.’

Ukik.u.mo’s words seemed to have subtext to them. His narrowed red eyes gleamed coldly.

'What are you trying to say/’

'That ghost was probably a woman from the red-light district. She had probably been troublesome for Shintarou, who was going to get married – ’

Another sentence full of subtext.

Though Ukik.u.mo hadn’t said it aloud, it seemed he was suggesting that Shintarou had killed the woman from the red-light district in order to cut his ties with her. However –

'There are men who visit the red-light district even after marriage. Even men with mistresses…’

'I don’t think the Hagiwara household would have been able to do that. Paying to get a woman in the red-light district out of bondage to make her a mistress costs money.’

That was true. Yasohachi had heard that it cost a lot of money to buy somebody out of bondage. Furthermore, it would be necessary to set up a separate house and to pay for her living expenses.

It would be especially hard now that the power of samurai families had dwindled.

'But then he could have just left her – ’

'Maybe their break up turned sour or he didn’t want to leave her…’

'Then he should have just married the woman he loved…’

'This is why I call you an idiot. What if the marriage would be beneficial to his own status? There are people who could throw away their feelings of love if it was for their own profit.’

It was true that there were probably people like that.

However, even though Yasohachi had only seen Shintarou in his sleep, the man just didn’t seem like that sort of person.

Especially not the sort of person who would kill for that reason –

'Well, anyway, I’m having Tamamo investigate who that ghost is,’ said Ukik.u.mo after a pause.

'How will she investigate?’

'For things about the red-light district, it’s best to ask a woman from there.’

So Tamamo was a prost.i.tute from the red-light district then. When Yasohachi remembered that mellow fragrance, he understood, but at the same time, a question came to him.

A prost.i.tute from the red-light district would never be allowed out alone. Yasohachi wanted to ask about that, but Ukik.u.mo spoke before he could.

'I want you to investigate another matter.’

'Another matter?’

Yasohachi had a bad feeling even as he spoke.

6

'h.e.l.lo – ’

Yasohachi called out to Iori, who was fervently brandishing her wooden sword. Yasohachi had been led to the porch by a female servant of the Hagiwara household.

Iori stopped waving her sword and turned to look at Yasohachi.

Yasohachi returned a stiff smile upon seeing her tense expression.

Though Iori looked elegant and beautiful as she held her wooden sword, she gave off an air that made it hard to approach her.

'Yasohachi-dono – did you discover anything new?’

Iori wiped the sweat off her forehead with a hand towel and walked towards him.

'No, not yet…’

'I see,’ said Iori, looking away as she sat on the porch.

'Ukik.u.mo-san said it would be all right though.’

Even as Yasohachi knew those were just words of comfort, he sat next to Iori.
'I’ll believe those words.’

This time, with Iori’s strong gaze on him, Yasohachi was the one to look away.

For a while, the silence continued. Nothing would begin if they were both silent. Yasohachi had come here with a goal.

'Actually.’ he said, 'there’s something I want to ask you, Iori-san.’

'Me?’

Iori c.o.c.ked her head.

'It’s about your older brother, Shintarou-san.’

'What is it?’

'What sort of person is her?’

As Yasohachi asked that, he looked towards Shintarou’s room.

The door was closed now so he couldn’t see him. Though Yasohachi’s impression of Shintarou was only of his sleeping figure, he seemed like his father, Shounosuke – a gentle person.

'He is kind. Very. But…’

Iori’s expression clouded over slightly.

'But – what is it?’

'He is too kind. Even when he practises swordsmanship, he lets himself be hit because he doesn’t want to hurt others.’

'Isn’t that a good thing?’

'It is unacceptable for the heir of a samurai family. Sometimes, it will be necessary for him to behave in a stricter manner.’

Yasohachi, the son of a dry-goods shop owner, had no way to fathom it, but just as Iori sad, it was probably necessary to act in a certain manner if born into a samurai family.

Iori bit her lip with force. It felt like she was holding something back. A question came to Yasohachi as he looked at her.

'Iori-san, why do you practise the sword?’ he asked.

Iori glared at him.

'Even though you’re a girl… That’s what you want to say, right?’

'That isn’t it. I don’t believe that woman shouldn’t practise swordsmanship.’

'Then…’

'I just thought that it would be very sad if you do so because you are in a samurai family or in your brother’s stead.’

'Sad?’

Iori c.o.c.ked her head like she didn’t understand.

'Yes. Currently, I aim to be a painter.’

'A painter.’

'Yes. But just a little bit earlier, I had thought that I would have to take over the shop, since I’m the son of a dry-goods shop owner. However, living that way is a little strange in my opinion.’

'Why do you think so?’

'Whether it is birth or family, don’t you think it is sad to be bound?’

'Yasohachi-san, you’re a strange person,’ said Iori. She was looking down, but she had a faint smile on her face.

It might have been the first time Yasohachi had seen her smile. The expression made something within him feel warm.

'Am I strange?’

'Yes, you are.’

Iori nodded. When she said it so firmly, he had nothing to respond.

For a while, they were both silent, but then Iori stood up and said, 'Because I like it – ’

'Eh?’

'I practise swordsmanship because I like it. It’s not that I want to cut anyone done. I just find that my heart feels at ease when I wave the sword.’

After saying that, Iori held her wooden sword up in front of her.

The air about Iori changed immediately. She really was beautiful.

'Is that so? That makes me glad.’

'Yes.’

'Would you allow me to ask one more thing?’ asked Yasohachi.

Iori nodded and put down her sword.

'There are talks of marriage for Shintarou-san, but who is to be his partner?’

'The daughter of the Nagai household, Tae-san.’

'It was decided by the parents then,’ said Yasohachi, but Iori smiled bashfully.

'That isn’t it.’

'It isn’t?’

'It isn’t. My brother and Tae-san are both childhood friends and in love. My father knew that when he talked to the Nagai household about marriage.’

'Is that so – ’

It was an unexpected answer.

However, he might have just been prejudiced because of his conversation with Ukik.u.mo.

'Though they did agree, the Nagai household is not very happy with the engagement.’

'Why is that?’

'To be honest, neither the Hagiwara household nor the Nagai household is that large. Tae-san is beautiful, so they probably believe they could marry her to a better family.’

'I see…’

Since the marriage of their daughter had direct connections to their advancement in society, it made sense that they were concerned. From the perspective of a townsman, the samurai families seemed to do whatever they wanted, but they had their own problems.

'They may end the talks of marriage if they hear of my brother’s condition.’

Iori sighed. She was probably deeply concerned about Shintarou.

'I won’t allow it.’

Yasohachi had spoken before he had realised it.

Yasohachi knew that he couldn’t do anything. He didn’t even know the situation. Still, he felt like he wanted to do something when he saw Iori’s sad profile.

'That is of great comfort to me.’

Iori smiled slightly.

However, it was an awkward one. She could probably see that there was no evidence behind Yasohachi’s words.

Yasohachi looked down in sudden embarra.s.sment.

'Is that all you had to ask?’ said Iori after a silence.

'Ah, no. Did Shintarou-san have anybody he cared for besides Tae-san?’

'No.’

An immediate answer.

'He might have had a secret relationship without anyone realizing.’

'My brother would never do that,’ Iori said firmly.

Yasohachi wanted to believe those words, but sometimes people had sides to them that were unimaginable to others. He had learnt that from the previous case.

That said, pressing Iori further would probably be of no use.

'I see. Thank you very much.’

'Will doing this bring my brother to recovery?’

Yasohachi could understand why Iori was doubtful. Yasohachi himself was still half in doubt. That said, all he could do now was act with his belief in Ukik.u.mo.

'Ukik.u.mo-san will do something.’

'You trust him.’

Iori’s words made Yasohachi think.

Ukik.u.mo just drank sake all the time, and Yasohachi knew nothing of where he came from. He had even stolen money from Yasohachi and was a lecher on top of that.

To be honest, it would be hard to say he was somebody worth trusting, but still, Ukik.u.mo was the only person he could rely on in this situation.

'I wonder about that,’ Yasohachi replied vaguely. He stood up to thank Iori and leave, but then he remembered something.

'Excuse me. One more thing – ’

'What is it?’

'When was your betrothal decided, Ukik.u.mo-san?’

This was also something Ukik.u.mo had told Yasohachi to ask.

'It isn’t,’ Iori replied firmly.

'But…’

Yesterday, when Yasohachi had come to the Hagiwara household, Iori’s father, Shounosuke, had talked to Naosuke about the betrothal.

'That is just something Shintani-sama is talking about on his own.’

'Is that so?’

'I have no intentions of becoming a bride.’

'Is that because you dislike Shintani-san?’

'That isn’t it. I just don’t feel like it.’

Iori walked out of the garden, as if to escape.

Yasohachi couldn’t discern the true meaning of her words from her retreating figure –

7

'Yasohachi-san.’

As Yasohachi was heading for the shrine where Ukik.u.mo was at, somebody called out to him.

Yasohachi turned around and called out, 'Hijikata-san.’ Hijikata was jogging towards him.

Hijikata’s soft features made him seem gentle at first glance, but there was always a sharp glint in the back of his almond eyes – he was an unfathomable man.

Though he was a seller of medicine, it felt like he was more suited to being a warrior.

'It seems you’ve wrapped yourself up in another supernatural case,’ said Hijikata with a smile.

'How do you know that?’

'That man was grumbling about how “Hachi’s gone and picked up something he didn’t need to”, see – ’ said Hijikata, mimicking Ukik.u.mo’s voice.

It sounded so like it that Yasohachi burst out without thinking. 'That wasn’t my intention…’

'It isn’t anything to worry about. Expelling spirits is that man’s calling, so he should be grateful to you, Yasohachi-san, for bringing work to him.’

'Hearing that makes me feel a bit better.’

'You are heading to see that man now then.’

'Yes,’ responded Yasohachi, which made Hijikata take off the box of medicine he was carrying on his back and take out a piece of paper folded into a triangle.

'Please give this to that man.’

'What is it?’

'As you can see, it’s medicine.’

'Huh…’

Was Ukik.u.mo feeling unwell – Yasohachi thought about that as he took the bag of medicine.

'Also, please give him this message.’

'Hijikata-san, you aren’t going yourself?’

'I have a bit of an urgent task to attend to.’

'I see…’

'It is as you imagined – would you please tell him that?’

'What does that mean?’

'You’ll understand if you tell him,’ said Hijikata with a smile. He put on the medicine box once more, turned around and walked away briskly.

He was as fast as if he was running – he disappeared from sight in no time at all.

– What a busy person.

Yasohachi started to head towards Ukik.u.mo’s shrine again.

He pa.s.sed through the torii, went through the tall gra.s.s and stood in front of the shrine building. He thought about calling out, but Ukik.u.mo spoke before he could. 'Come in.’

Yasohachi went inside and saw Ukik.u.mo lying on the ground, staring at the hirauchi kanzashi.

'That’s the one the ghost had, right?’ said Yasohachi.

Ukik.u.mo sat u