Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Vol 1 Pr

Chapter Prologue

Prologue

5 . My Grandfather who raised me, Shiro Tsubaki died . I was saddened, although, I wonder if it was only me because at that time everyone seemed to cry for joy and joy . I remember the funeral well, it was like a festival . In my

opinion, my Grandfather was a surprisingly lovely guy . Unfortunately, in Japan’s society which respects seriousness, he was referred to as a ‘Good for nothing,’ because he refused to stay in one place . Drifting again and again around the country without having a regular job . He was a free man who moved as he pleased . This seemed to instil a dizziness amongst the local housewives . Still, he refused to marry, remaining free of responsibilities, always stepping around with outstanding movements, escaping from such distractions, he was always keeping people in a frenzy . Those who attended the funeral back then, I wonder if it caused them a lot of trouble . Little by little as they talked over the bad things about my Grandfather, it heated up, ending with a feast . When I looked upon those who were somewhat pleased with his encounterable existence, I thought about my Grandfather’s sinfulness of the past . Still, I think that he was a great person in a sense . The number of people that attended his funeral just shows the influence he had . The rows and rows of those that were mourning him reminded me of a scene from a picture scroll .

6 . From the open window the noise of the running train flooded through as it passed by, it was relieving . Springs Sunrise, it brings back memories of my Grandfather’s funeral which was held just a month ago . “No, I have to tidy up . ” Ever since my Grandfather’s death, I’ve been cleaning his room which I have never been in before . There were turned over treasure boxes in the closet, sitting on the tatami mats, even though everything has fallen out I look at each of them . A sunburned letter, mysterious bills with strange patterns written on them, an old movie ticket, then lots and lots of pictures . Among them was a black-and-white photograph which soon became disturbing . It was an old faded picture, though I raised it and tilted my head . “Tenjinya?” I think that is somewhere in front of an inn .

7 . On the big accommodation sign of the inn,'Tenjinya,’ is written . Although it is impossible to know what the entire inn looks like from photos alone . But, it is surely a well-established inn . “Grandpa seems pretty young in this photo, I wonder if he was about my age?” My Grandfather is at the centre of the photo, I recognized him straight away . It seemed as if this photo was taken with the employees of the inn, a lot of people were gathered around my grandfather . Every employee at the inn is wearing a beautiful kimono with somewhat smiling faces . Looking to and from their grim smiles it almost seems as if their faces

are fake . Among them there is a black-haired young man lined up next to Grandfather, he seemed distressed . Wearing a hem long haori, he is very tall and holds a cool atmosphere . He seems a lovely guy . My Grandfathers petite physique and the shaggy atmosphere is the complete opposite in comparison . Although he looks young I can see he is very dignified . I had a sense of

uneasiness about this photo . I thought that perhaps this young man was not really a person at all, that he wasn’t human . Turning the photo over there are strange and suspicious strokes written on it . 'I’m going to stay at an inn in The Hidden Realm There are serious promises that I have not yet forgotten and have not yet fulfilled . ’

8 . “What’s this?” As soon as I finished reading I felt a chill run through my body accompanied by a cold sweat for some reason . The Hidden Realm? I wonder where that is . Somehow, I think it would have been better to have not looked at this picture . Such as the things left behind by my Grandfather only bring nasty memories . Perhaps, perhaps even though these,'people,’ may not even be

people it may have been a different situation when attempting to take the photo . Trying to calm down I breathe exaggeratedly . Then, I look at the picture again . Even looking at the young appearance of my grandfather, it feels nostalgic . Softly, I touch my grandfathers face on the picture . Even now, I do not have a feeling that he is truly gone . My grandfather surely died leaving an infamous legacy . I sincerely have loved and respected my grandfather . Because, for me Aoi Tsubaki, my grandfather Shiro Tsubaki was my one and only true family .

9 . My mother had many problems, when I was young I lived in an orphanage . So I can never forget the day my grandfather came to pick me up . It was unforgettable . My grandfather had seemed to live a full proper life before he came to the orphanage to pick me up . Until then my grandfather, who lived all alone freely, took over the responsibility for his granddaughter . From that moment, I worked hard . Everyone said that he was a totally rounded person . The fun of living with my grandfather who had lost a lot of freedom by taking me in was that I learned how to cook . Cooking, it was my grandfather who taught me how . For me at this time cooking was a great joy because it held a special meaning more than anything else . My grandfather was also very good at

cooking, he taught me a lot of dishes, also teaching me how to cook from scratch . It was great . He would take me on trips if he were to have a long vacation, he’d let me have delicious food . He’d let me eat anything . Thanks to my grandfather I always had pleasant meals, I knew happiness from satiety . I knew the pleasures of cooking . Gradually, cooking for my grandfather became my purpose in life . So my top priority became making dishes that he would be happy to have .

10 . “For my last meal, I’d like to have Aoi’s homemade cooking . ” Everytime my grandfather drank alcohol he would say such things . But he died before it could ever happen . He was a man who would not even die if he was killed they said . Although now there is a lot of irony to that statement since he fell down the stairs and hit his head too hard . Then, he died . Grandfather’s last meal was a hospital meal .

Prologue 5 . My Grandfather who raised me, Shiro Tsubaki died . I was saddened, although, I wonder if it was only me because at that time everyone seemed to cry for joy and joy . I remember the funeral well, it was like a festival . In my opinion, my Grandfather was a surprisingly lovely guy . Unfortunately, in Japan s society which respects seriousness, he was referred to as a Good for nothing, because he refused to stay in one place . Drifting again and again around the country without having a regular job . He was a free man who moved as he pleased . This seemed to instil a dizziness amongst the local housewives . Still, he refused to marry, remaining free of responsibilities, always stepping around with outstanding movements, escaping from such distractions, he was always keeping people in a frenzy . Those who attended the funeral back then, I wonder if it caused them a lot of trouble . Little by little as they talked over the bad things about my Grandfather, it heated up, ending with a feast . When I looked upon those who were somewhat pleased with his encounterable existence, I thought about my Grandfather s sinfulness of the past . Still, I think that he was a great person in a sense . The number of people that attended his funeral just shows the influence he had . The rows and rows of those that were mourning him reminded me of a scene from a picture scroll . 6 . From the open window the noise of the running train flooded through as it passed by, it was relieving . Springs Sunrise, it brings back memories of my Grandfather s funeral which was held just a month ago . No, I have to tidy up . Ever since my Grandfather s death, I ve been cleaning his room which I have never been in before . There were turned over treasure boxes in the closet, sitting on the tatami mats, even though everything has fallen out I look at each of them . A sunburned letter, mysterious bills with strange patterns written on them, an old movie ticket, then lots and lots of pictures . Among them was a black and white photograph which soon became disturbing . It was an old faded picture, though I raised it and tilted my head . Tenjinya I think that is somewhere in front of an inn . 7 . On the big accommodation sign of the inn, 39 Tenjinya, is written . Although it is impossible to know what the entire inn looks like from photos alone . But, it is surely a well established inn . Grandpa seems pretty young in this photo, I wonder if he was about my age My Grandfather is at the centre of the photo, I recognized him straight away . It seemed as if this photo was taken with the employees of the inn, a lot of people were gathered around my grandfather . Every employee at the inn is wearing a beautiful kimono with somewhat smiling faces . Looking to and from their grim smiles it almost seems as if their faces are fake . Among them there is a black haired young man lined up next to Grandfather, he seemed distressed . Wearing a hem long haori, he is very tall and holds a cool atmosphere . He seems a lovely guy . My Grandfathers petite physique and the shaggy atmosphere is the complete opposite in comparison . Although he looks young I can see he is very dignified . I had a sense of uneasiness about this photo . I thought that perhaps this young man was not really a person at all, that he wasn t human . Turning the photo over there are strange and suspicious strokes written on it . 39 I m going to stay at an inn in The Hidden Realm There are serious promises that I have not yet forgotten and have not yet fulfilled . 8 . What s this As soon as I finished reading I felt a chill run through my body accompanied by a cold sweat for some reason . The Hidden Realm I wonder where that is . Somehow, I think it would have been better to have not looked at this picture . Such as the things left behind by my Grandfather only bring nasty memories . Perhaps, perhaps even though these, 39 people, may not even be people it may have been a different situation when attempting to take the photo . Trying to calm down I breathe exaggeratedly . Then, I look at the picture again . Even looking at the young appearance of my grandfather, it feels nostalgic . Softly, I touch my grandfathers face on the picture . Even now, I do not have a feeling that he is truly gone . My grandfather surely died leaving an infamous legacy . I sincerely have loved and respected my grandfather . Because, for me Aoi Tsubaki, my grandfather Shiro Tsubaki was my one and only true family . 9 . My mother had many problems, when I was young I lived in an orphanage . So I can never forget the day my grandfather came to pick me up . It was unforgettable . My grandfather had seemed to live a full proper life before he came to the orphanage to pick me up . Until then my grandfather, who lived all alone freely, took over the responsibility for his granddaughter . From that moment, I worked hard . Everyone said that he was a totally rounded person . The fun of living with my grandfather who had lost a lot of freedom by taking me in was that I learned how to cook . Cooking, it was my grandfather who taught me how . For me at this time cooking was a great joy because it held a special meaning more than anything else . My grandfather was also very good at cooking, he taught me a lot of dishes, also teaching me how to cook from scratch . It was great . He would take me on trips if he were to have a long vacation, he d let me have delicious food . He d let me eat anything . Thanks to my grandfather I always had pleasant meals, I knew happiness from satiety . I knew the pleasures of cooking . Gradually, cooking for my grandfather became my purpose in life . So my top priority became making dishes that he would be happy to have . 10 . For my last meal, I d like to have Aoi s homemade cooking . Everytime my grandfather drank alcohol he would say such things . But he died before it could ever happen . He was a man who would not even die if he was killed they said . Although now there is a lot of irony to that statement since he fell down the stairs and hit his head too hard . Then, he died . Grandfather s last meal was a hospital meal .

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