Pathway to Japanese Literature

Employment Conditions

As he waited for his connecting train, Adachi-kun looked up at the blue sky, his spirits soaring. Half a year after graduation, he had at last broken through the employment front. Exactly one week had passed since he started working, and he was still completely absorbed in his job. As a salaryman, he was still literally in his earliest days. However, his confidence grew in inverse proportion to that. Whenever he thought he was now a full-fledged adult, he felt as if some sort of tailfin had sprouted—an odd sensation of being artificially completed.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

“It’s no good.” “And what about you?” “Still no good.” “When will we ever see any progress?”

This was different from those days when they had repeated those anxious exchanges.

While the train they were waiting for failed to arrive, those who no longer had business there arrived once more, and the crowd of transferring passengers swelled conspicuously. Adachi-kun felt somewhat inconvenienced. Since it would become a shoving match, if one wasn't careful, they'd get left behind. To begin with, Adachi-kun had a reserved disposition. He couldn't bring himself to push people aside and press forward alone. During his school days, he had reluctantly been late because of this trait. But now this was his work commute. He couldn't afford tardiness. Unconsciously glancing at his wristwatch, he steeled his resolve.

“Hey, Adachi.”

Just then, a young man called out and pushed through the crowd to approach. It was Murakami-kun, who had shared a desk in the same class. They weren’t particularly close friends, but since he was the man who had led their baseball cheering squad, Adachi felt a certain familiarity with him as a kind of public figure. Unlike Adachi-kun, he approached everything proactively. “Hey.” “How’s it going?” “I finally landed one.” “Where?” “XX Trust.” “Hmm. A bank?” “The trust division.” “That’s splendid. Since that trust division is just getting started, it’s promising. New ventures are where it’s at. How much?”

“Fifty-five yen. It’s not that great.” “But with the bonus, it should come to seventy yen?” “That’s about right. What about you?” “This.” Murakami gestured with his briefcase. “Where?” “XX Life.” “Hmm. Now that’s impressive.” “No—fieldwork for now. After a year passes, they’ll move me to an office position. By the way—just your bonus?”

“Hey. It’s here.”

Adachi-kun called out a warning. Murakami-kun moved swiftly. He shoved through those nearby, seized Adachi-kun’s arm, and barged into the train car ahead of everyone. Yet the morning commuter carriage remained packed. Not a single vacant seat could be found.

“How about just your bonus?” “What?” “Get insurance.” “Well…” “If you consider it just your bonus, you could put in three or four thousand yen.” “Without that much initiative, your career advancement won’t get anywhere.”

As he descended from the hanging strap, Murakami began his pitch. He was diligent in his duties. “I’m still not in any position to get insurance!” “Everyone says that, but that argument doesn’t hold water. Those who aren’t in a position for insurance are precisely the ones who need it.” “You’re quite the smooth talker.” “Exactly how much is your bonus?” “……”

“It’d be a pity to take everything upfront, so just half a year’s worth will do.” “At fifty-five yen for one and a half installments in six months…”

“Hey.” “I can hear you!”

“Hmm.” “Cut it out.” “Well then, I’ll come by your office and we can have a proper talk.” “Where is it?” “Wait a moment.” Adachi-kun let go of the hanging strap and produced his business card. It bore his title. It was newly made and being used for the first time. “Thank you. “So, you’re living in a boarding house?” “The Ootani household you mentioned—” “It’s a senior from my hometown’s house.” “You shouldn’t put ‘care of’ on a business card.” “I also thought it was a bit off, but if I don’t write it, the mail won’t come.”

“You’re still counting on registered mail, huh?” “Of course I am—I haven’t received any yet.” “Registered mail or anything else will come.”

“It won’t come.” “You’re not very clever, are you? You put your business card out there. If you write ‘care of’ like that, you won’t gain any credibility. If you just list the address, they’ll think it’s a proper, dignified setup. Look at mine. With this, it’s still an amateur setup, but it shouldn’t look like one.”

As he said this，Murakami also took out one for reference.

“What’s this?” “Do you have a phone?” “This is impressive.” “I’ve got to keep this up.” “However, amateur setups with telephones are few and far between.”

“No, the telephone’s at the liquor store across the street.” “I give the errand boy movie passes every month and have him handle call forwarding.” “Though I get those passes free from someone at the film company.” “You’re something else.” “Ha ha ha!” “If you’re that thorough, your sales numbers must be good, huh?” “I manage.” “Anyway, when should I come by?” “I’m usually there Sunday mornings, so come by then.”

“I’ll bring a doctor along.” “You can’t joke about this.” “I still haven’t given it any thought at all yet.” “I’d rather not have someone who’s thought it over crawling to the company to sign up.” “My targets are those you could beat to death and they still wouldn’t die.” “How’s that sound?”

“Cut it out already.” “My company leads the five major corporations. “It’s different from the others. “Let me explain that properly.” “Explaining won’t work on me.” “You’re stubborn as hell.” “I don’t have room for this now.” “Then if you ever sign up, do me the courtesy of using my company. “No need to hurry. “Even dead trees liven up mountains. “For recruiters, casting wide nets first brings success.”

“I really am dead wood. Even if you recruit me, there’s no prospect.”

“No, I’ll make a dead tree bloom.” “That’s where my skill comes in.” “I’m no match for this.”

Adachi was at a loss. He wanted to bolt, but being trapped on the train left him no escape. “Do you get people coming around your place all the time?” “Well... “You mean classmates?”

“Right.” “There are two or three.” “Who and who?” “It’s mostly Komiya and Yoshikawa.” “Another one—Seto comes by sometimes.”

“I met Yoshikawa the other day. But that guy’s sharper than you. He said ‘See ya’ and took off.” “You can’t run away on a train.” “Ha ha ha!”

“Yoshikawa was the first to land a job.” “At [Company Name] Electric Power.” “So I’d heard.” “He maneuvered it skillfully.”

“The house is right near my place.” “It’s his own house.” “Now this is truly impressive!”

“Promising, very promising!” “What is it? “Is this about recruitment?” “Of course you know that.” “How about Komiya-kun?” “Has he settled somewhere?” “This is uncle’s shop.”

“How much?”

“I don’t know.” “He transcends such matters.” “Since he’s marrying his uncle’s daughter and succeeding him anyway，our status can’t compare—we’re just hired hands.”

“Promising! Very promising!” “But I can’t just go there carelessly.” “Why?” “They shove it right under my nose.” “No restraint at all.” “It’s downright intolerable.”

“Did he already get married?” “No, not yet.” “That cousin of his attends a women’s university—she’s an incredibly beautiful person.” “Are they close?” “Extremely.”

“Hmm.” “Is that utterly all?” “This is shocking!” “When Komiya is talking to me, she comes over and calls him ‘Brother’.” “Brother.” “What is it?” “It’s private.” “But it’s urgent,” she says, bringing her lips to Komiya’s ear. Komiya takes Wakako’s hand and stands up. Her name was Wakako. Because they ended up looking like the “The End” of a movie, those nearby couldn’t help but be affected. “I always face the garden and count how many trees there are.”

“Ha ha ha!” “They just want to flaunt it, don’t they? Both of them.” “The other day, the two of them came over together.” “Komiya-kun even ties her shoelaces for her.” “Mrs. Ootani at my place saw that and later confronted her husband.” “‘People these days are different,’ she said.” “‘Someone like you just won’t do,’ she said.”

“More importantly, how’s the shop? Is it big?”

“Since it’s separate from the house, I don’t know, but it’s called Takamatsu Shōji and seems to be a decent-sized one.” “It’s a general store.” “Promising, very promising!” “This is a double play.” “I’ll enroll two people.”

“Since his uncle’s fortune comes rolling in along with a beauty, he’s a man born under a lucky star.”

“That’s exactly what I’m targeting.” “Since they’ll get hit with inheritance tax, I’ll even sign up the uncle as a precaution for when that happens.” “Just how it goes.”

“Ah, I’d forgotten.”

“What is it?” “They’re also running an insurance agency, you know.” “Komiya said he’s in charge of that part.” “Nonsense!” “You got my hopes up for nothing!”

Murakami looked as if he’d been thrown flat on his back.

“Ha ha ha!” And Adachi, though coincidentally, felt some of his pent-up frustration ease.

“What about Seto?” “Don’t tell me he’s at an insurance company?” “He’s a teacher—at a commercial school.” “Doesn’t suit him.”

“No, he wanted to be a teacher from the start. Unlike us, his grades were good, so he’s settled right in.” “How much?” “Seventy-five yen. Way better than mine.” “But school jobs only look good at first. Even if you stretch ’em out, there’s a ceiling holding ’em down—they don’t amount to much.” “He says the same thing himself.” “They don’t get bonuses?” “Seems there’s a small one at year-end.” “You ask him?” “Nah—start talking money and that guy sulks like you kicked his dog.”

“Having such an eccentric around is unsettling, but well—he adds to the numbers.” “Where?” “His boarding house?” “Gotanda.” “Since he just moved recently, I don’t remember the address.” “I’d have to check at home though.” “Don’t you have any others?” “No, I don’t.” “Anyway, I’ll go pay them a visit.” “Come on.” “After all, alumni connections are such a blessing.” “Even if we just bump into each other on the train, we can speak this openly.” “Thanks to my connections with classmates and seniors—by following those leads one after another—I can solicit clients quite extensively.”

“I see—you were the cheer squad leader and are well-connected.” “You never know what might turn out to be a blessing.” “Lately, I’ve ended up becoming friends with every last one of the guys I didn’t interact much with back in school.” “Since everyone’s gone through the same struggle of finding work, they’re sympathetic.” “Thanks to that, hitting my sales quota’s a breeze.” “So how much does it come to, anyway?” “Oh…” “It’s up and down depending on the month, but it averages out to 150 yen.” “Huh?!” “Ha ha ha!” “Just take it with a grain of salt and you won’t go wrong.”

“Seventy-five yen?”

“That’s probably about right, I’d say.” It seemed Murakami didn’t actually have much to boast about after all. Therefore, whenever he spotted a friend, he grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go. His tenacity was unrelenting. And yet, he never made others feel the slightest displeasure—likely because his days as a baseball cheerleader had instilled in him a peculiar form of mental discipline. During that month, Adachi encountered several classmates and recalled what Murakami had said. Having just broken through the same employment crisis, they held mutual interest and sympathy for each other. When comrades who hadn’t been particularly close met face to face, they would smile warmly and approach each other.

“It’s been a while.”

“How are things?” “Thank you.” “Somehow or other.” “Where are you?” “○○ Trust.”

“Ah. You’ve gotten into a good company.”

“And you?”

“Shochiku Productions.”

“Ah. You get to see plays all the time, can’t you?” “That’s about the only perk I get. Your conditions must be good, right?” “No, it’s nothing special.” “Excuse my asking, but may I ask how much you make?” “It’s fifty-five yen. Yours must be higher, right?” “Even at best, it’s nothing remarkable. It’s sixty yen.” “That’s probably the going rate around here.” “Beginners are much the same everywhere. As for me, mine’s marked at fifty, fifty-five, sixty. I got a slightly better deal.”

“Was it because your grades were good?”

“Well…” “How much is your bonus?” And so, conversations invariably turned to employment conditions. Even when pressed for time, they would confirm each other’s workplace, monthly salary, and bonus before parting ways. They were no longer students. During their school days, academic scores had been their primary worry. They had regarded those who scored extra points as scholarly elites and paid them due respect. But now they were salarymen. Though thoroughly versed in the logic that human worth isn’t measured by money, for the present, the magnitude of one’s salary became the yardstick.

“Hey”

And then one day, Adachi encountered a classmate in a department store elevator. “How’s it going? Business good?” “Thank you. I’ve finally landed one.” “So it’s ○○ Trust, huh?” The other party already knew. Though they had taken care to lower their voices out of propriety, by the time they reached the seventh floor, the elevator girl had deduced that Adachi earned fifty-five yen, his classmate sixty-five yen, and that both received a bonus of one and a half months’ pay every half-year. The elevator girl looked at their faces and smirked. The two of them involuntarily broke into awkward smiles and fled.

“Busted!” “Hahaha.”

“But she was quite a looker, wasn’t she?”

“Hmm.” “Are you here shopping?” “No, it’s nothing really.” “Well then, why don’t we wander around together?” “Oh right, Seki’s here too.”

“Hmm.” “What are you up to?”

“The foreign books department.” “Let’s go take a look.” “How much does it pay?” And so their conversations always came back to employment conditions.

The next concern.

On Sunday morning, Adachi went to the barbershop.

Having a neat appearance wasn’t written into the company’s work regulations, but modern youths instinctively strove for it. Adachi was particularly meticulous. Even during his student days, he hadn’t waited until his hair grew out completely but had set a strict schedule of once a month. The reason he had moved it up slightly this time was, once again, the spur of his new job enthusiasm. “Sir.”

The barber called out while working his scissors with a snip-snip.

“What is it?” “Well, well—congratulations on your new position!” “Thank you. How did you know?” “I heard it from Mr. Yoshikawa.” “I see.” “So I was grinding my teeth in secret over this. After all, you’ve been a regular here for six years now.”

“You’ve looked after me for a long time now, haven’t you? It’s been since I started school, you know.” “I’ll continue to count on your patronage. Your graduation and employment are all well and good, but if you go and get yourself a wife right away and move off to somewhere like Kinuta Village, I’d be in a real bind, you know.” “Ha ha ha. Kinuta Village was nice, wasn’t it?” “Read it backward and it’s Raccoon Village, I tell you.” “I see. Ha ha ha.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?” “I won’t go running off that far.” “Since you say you won’t go running off far, does that mean you’ve got plans to go somewhere close?” “No, I’ll be keeping things as they are for now.”

Adachi-kun, finding the conversation growing too personal, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around, but since it was still early, he found himself the only customer.

“Sir.

“I’m not just flattering you or anything—I really do admire you, Sir.” “Why?” “If one has a proper home of their own like Mr. Yoshikawa, that’s one thing, but it’s rare to find university students who commute from the same place for six whole years.” “That alone makes you a man of character, sir.” “They’re fond of me, so I don’t move. It doesn’t mean anything.” “It doesn’t mean anything.” “If there’s a pretty young lady involved, that’s another matter altogether.” “Ha ha ha.”

“However, Mrs. Ootani is quite a beautiful person and rather daringly youthful in her appearance, I must say.” “Hmm.” “It’s because she doesn’t have children.” “She must be something of a woman of leisure.” “She frequently goes out for strolls.”

“You know a lot about her, don’t you?”

“This place is a gateway to the streetcar, so I see them every day. And since she frequently comes by here as well.”

“I see.” “I hope you don’t mind me asking—how old are you? With beauties and Westerners’ ages now—try as I might—can’t ever pin ’em down proper-like.”

“Thirty-five.” “She’s ten years younger than me.” “In that case, she’s still truly young, isn’t she?” “Of course she’s young.” “That’s why she hates being called ‘auntie’.” “She insists on being called ‘Mrs.’”

“That’s only natural.” “They’re both very sensible people.” “Mr. Ootani has been a customer here for over ten years now. He’s a fine man.” “Now that’s what I call a man of character!” “Sending a live-in student to university is no small feat.” “Huh?” “At first, I thought you were Mr. Ootani’s nephew, but I found out from the newspaper when there was that burglary two or three years ago.” “It quoted Adachi, the live-in student.”

It seemed the barber had taken the erroneous article from that incident at face value. A thief had broken in, but because Adachi-kun woke up, he fled without taking anything. Just then, a policeman happened to pass by, and a struggle with the thief began. Adachi-kun banged a metal basin to alert the neighborhood to the emergency. The live-in student from the neighboring house came out to help, but somehow this got mixed up, and it appeared in the newspaper as Adachi-kun’s heroic tale. “I’m not a live-in student.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Mr. Ootani is a senior from my hometown.” “Since I’ve been entrusted by my family, I can’t exactly hold my head up high in any case.”

“Is that so? I must apologize for my rudeness.”

“It seems people everywhere have thought I was a live-in student ever since then.” “But that was quite the heroic deed, wasn’t it?” “What do you mean? I just banged a metal basin.” “Even so,” “It wasn’t any great feat or anything.” “No, the fact that you’ve endured six years of strict supervision while being in a position to commute from a boarding house is proof of your steadfast character. If I were a company executive, I’d spot that quality immediately. With all the years I’ve been in this trade, I’ve come to understand people.”

“What do you expect? You’re the one who thought I was a live-in student.” Adachi-kun remained thoroughly unimpressed.

Just then, a customer arrived, so the barber deftly began attending to them. However, even during that time, he didn’t let the scissors rest—snip-snip-snipping away without pause. A smooth talker with deft hands. He entrusted the customer to his assistant and launched back into conversation. “Sir, hmm, where had I gotten to?”

“That’s enough.” “Yes yes.” “My sincere apologies.” “That was an inexcusable blunder.” “A grave miscalculation.” “Oh, it’s nothing really.” “Still, I do pride myself on understanding human nature.” “You may call it just a barbershop, but mine’s a high-class establishment—a proper tonsorial salon, you see—exclusively serving intellectuals.” “For intellectuals, their mind is their principal asset.” “And since I handle that asset daily, I suppose that makes me a sort of capitalist myself.”

“Give it a rest already.” “When you’ve handled as many as I have, you can tell by the cut.”

“What do you mean?” “I can tell whether someone will climb the career ladder or not just by their hairstyle.” “What about mine?” “It’s insured.” “You’ll be a company executive by the time every last strand of this jet-black hair falls out.”

“My neck won’t last that long.”

“It’s alright. Don’t move.” “I won’t move.” “No, this is about your job. For humans, staying put is best, I tell you. As for me, it’s precisely because I’ve planted myself here for over a decade without moving that my clientele has solidified into something unassailable. Even someone like me—if I went to the union meetings, I’d be considered quite influential there, you know. Sir, you should plant yourself firmly and stay put.” “I don’t plan on moving.” “You’ve been commuting from the same place for six years—that shows real promise. That’s no small feat, you know. Even those living nearby occasionally change their minds, but you, sir, never do. You’ve kept coming to my shop all along, sir.”

“What’s this? I thought this was about school, but it’s haircut talk?” “As a Tonsorial Artist, I view the world through haircuts. People who keep switching barbershops—well, that’s how they are in all things. They never last long anywhere. If they don’t have time to put down roots, even plants won’t grow properly and will wither away sooner rather than later, I should think.” “So we can’t relocate to Tanuki Village, huh?”

“That’s out of the question.” “It can’t be helped. In that case, I’ll keep troubling you as best I can.” “I’ll be counting on you.”

“Ha ha ha!” “To put it simply, that gentleman over there has been a patron of mine since I first opened this shop.” “For over a decade now—through thinning hair and all—he’s never once strayed elsewhere. That’s why he rose so fast up the ranks—already a section chief!” “Hey now.” “Quit using folks for your shop’s promotion.”

From within the soap lather, the customer in the neighboring chair lodged a complaint. “Heh heh heh.”

“And on top of that, bringing up someone’s balding head is just unnecessary, don’t you think?”

“You’ve got me there.” “I don’t think it’s that bad yet.”

“Heh heh heh.” “Hey. “Hey, Boss.” “Yes, sir?” “Aren’t you getting neurotic about that new shop opening up nearby?” “It might very well be that point.” “I’ll be counting on you.” When the barber blurted out his true feelings, everyone burst into laughter. “There’s nothing to fear no matter how many shops open.” “Yes, sir.”

“If they put in extra effort, it’s only natural we’ll lose.”

“That would be a problem.” “Since they’re a new shop, they’re bound to advertise their diligence as their main selling point.” “We’re an established shop—I’ve no interest in scrambling to improve our services now.” “That’s cutting corners.” “It’s only natural to win through effort.” “Are you scheming up a way to lose without even trying?” “Yes, sir.” “I’ve been racking my brain over it.” “How about I lend you my ear and bestow a strategy?”

“I’ll be counting on you.” “How about putting up a mannequin?” “A splendid one.” “They’ll come!” “Even if they do come, if it ends up costing too much, it’ll be a learning experience.” “No, if we just get enough numbers, it’ll balance out.” “As long as we break even, it’s not like we’re actually improving our skills—so there’s no reason to feel guilty about it.”

“Yes, sir. But mannequins are expensive, aren’t they?” “They start at around five yen.”

“That won’t do.” “If I'm going to have my head lopped off for five yen, I'd feel guilty about it.” “That's quite the learning experience.” “Business is booming indeed.”

“You’re such a clueless man.” “Instead, customers will come swarming in.” “Even I’d end up coming three or four times instead of just two.” “Since we’re losing five yen every day—unless an awful lot of customers come—we won’t stay afloat.” “Instead of going to cafés—” “I’ll drop by every other night.”

“Do you really think you have that much hair?” “Hey, I’ll knock you out!” The customer was every bit as shrewd a character as the barber, making their back-and-forth quite entertaining. Adachi-kun took on the role of an attentive listener. By nature, he was no match for the barber.

Amidst this, customers began to crowd in. Those who made use of Sunday mornings were mostly salarymen. And indeed, as the barber advertised, there were many appropriate types among them. Adachi-kun, having now joined their ranks after all, felt a sense of pride.

Shortly after returning home, Mrs. Ootani came up to the second floor and said, “Mr. Adachi, such a person has come to see you.”

and handed over a business card. It was Murakami. “He’s a friend.”

And Adachi started to rise. "He was just here." "He had already left." "Ah..." "That was rude of me, wasn't it?"

“I knew it was about your haircut, but since he was a first-time visitor, I told him you weren’t in.”

“It wasn’t a lie, so it’s fine.” “He’ll come again.” “He’s from the insurance company, isn’t he?” “Ah.” “Didn’t he come to solicit you?” “That’s part of it too.” “If you want insurance, please join ◎◎.” “Since my brother works there, he’ll make every effort to arrange special accommodations.” Mrs. Ootani was being meddlesome. “No insurance company makes exceptions.” “Won’t you join?” “Uh-huh.” “Are you going out somewhere today?” “Well...” “Once you start working, Sundays must feel wonderful, don’t they?”

“Uh-huh.”

“On such a clear autumn day, it seems a waste to stay home.” “Ah.”

“Mr. Adachi.” “What is it?” “You’re so mercenary.”

“Why do you say that?” “When I was running around for your employment matters, you treated me like royalty, but now that I’ve outlived my usefulness, all I get are curt replies.” “Got it!” And Adachi-kun hurriedly stood up, brought a zabuton cushion,

“Mrs. Ootani, here—please have a seat,” he urged. “Ohohoho.” “I had forgotten. Shall I offer you another one?”

“My! Ohohoho.” “It’s entirely thanks to you.” “There’s no need for such formal thanks, you know.” “I’ve finally become a full-fledged member of society. It seems I’ll manage at the company as well.” “You most certainly will manage there.” “So I’d been thinking of asking you a favor, Mrs. Ootani—that’s why I ended up being rude.” “It’s quite all right, really—such formalities.” “I was only teasing, you know.” “The truth is, Mrs. Ootani, I have a request to make.” “Since I’ve now gotten a job and become a full-fledged adult, I’m no longer a student.” “Because my friends pointed out it’s inconvenient for social interactions too…”

“I’ve been considering that matter for quite some time now, you know.” “What are you referring to?”

“You’re talking about a bride, aren’t you?”

“Ha ha ha.”

“Young people these days are so brazen.” “To make such a request without even blushing!” “Ha ha ha.” “How cunning of you—laughing it off like that.”

“It’s not that, Mrs. Ootani.” “Please rest assured, I’m well aware of that.”

“It’s really not like that.” “What’s this? Then what is it?” “I’d like to have my nameplate displayed at the gate.” “When writing my business cards, they say that listing the Ootani residence makes me seem like a live-in dependent, which is awkward.” “My!” “That’s all?” “Uh…”

“That’s a simple request, you know.” “Please ask your husband about it too, Mrs. Ootani.” “What ‘request’? There’s nothing to ask!” “Then I’ll have it put up immediately.” “Actually, it was Murakami-kun’s suggestion—the one who visited earlier.” “I’d just been thinking he had a point when the barber mistook me for a live-in student.” “He kept praising me for enduring six years, so I got carried away—and that’s when the master decided I must be this household’s live-in student.”

“My, my.” “After all, I must be fundamentally plain by nature.” “It shows how I usually keep a low profile.” “How dreadful that sounds! For all your big talk—” “For all your big talk—” “Ha ha ha.” “Do you recall performing any duties befitting a live-in student?”

“I clean my room.”

“That’s just your own room, you know.” “In the morning, I sometimes fetch the newspaper.” “And beyond that, you don’t lift a finger to help.”

“Ha ha ha.” “Do you know of any live-in student who makes their hosts conduct job-hunting campaigns for them?” “I’m thoroughly humbled.” “So you’ve finally surrendered, I see.” “I’m not treating this carelessly at all.” “While already indebted to your kindness, I earnestly request your continued favor in this matter as well.”

“Jokes aside—now that your employment situation has been settled and we’ve reached a temporary conclusion, it’s time to address the next matter.”

“What is it?” “The marriage question.”

“That’s a distant prospect,” I said. “It’s only been half a year since graduation.” “But what about Mr. Komiya?” “Even Komiya-kun hasn’t married yet.” “Since you’ll be taking a bride eventually, wouldn’t it be better to act quickly if a good match appears?” “That’s utterly… With fifty-five yen, a bride would dry up into jerky! It’s still… a long road ahead.”

“As for that matter, your family will kindly consider it as well.” “Your father and mother must surely wish to be reassured soon as well.” “The truth is, I’ve been receiving requests rather persistently.” “Ah…” “If a good prospect comes along, please recommend me,” they’re telling me. “There are?”

“Why, yes.” “Two or three of them!”

“Is that true?” “Look here—the distant prospect has come knocking at your door, you see!”

And Mrs. Ootani was quite quick-witted.

Schemer Yoshikawa-kun

Adachi-kun had no reservations when it came to Mrs. Ootani. He would confide everything in her. He even joked around with her. However, he found it difficult when dealing with Mr. Ootani. He felt hesitant, having heard that Mr. Ootani was a self-made man of legend. Mr. Ootani had fled to Tokyo immediately after graduating from his provincial middle school, worked his way through school, and graduated from a private university. He was self-made and independent. Even after joining ○○ Bank, he rose quickly through the ranks. He was currently serving as the manager of a certain branch in the city. For Adachi-kun, Mr. Ootani had been his senior in both middle school and university—which meant he knew the lay of the land all too well—and as a supervisor, he had been nothing short of a thorn in Adachi’s side.

“Adachi-kun, how are things these days?”

Whenever Mr. Ootani posed a question like that, Adachi-kun would always feel a pang of guilt in his chest.

“I’m the same as always.” “I take it you’re writing down all your notes yourself?” “Yes.” “You shouldn’t let them pile up and then borrow someone else’s to copy.” “Yes.”

“Starting this year, there’s the Civil Code, isn’t there?” “Yes, there is.”

“Is it Mr. Tanaka?” “Mr. Hayashi?”

“It’s Mr. Hayashi.” “I studied under Mr. Hayashi too.” “He might still be giving the same lectures as fifteen years ago, as if not a day had passed.” “May I take a quick look at your notebook?” “Well... “I’ve lent it to a friend.” “Ha ha ha!” “It’s true.” “Yoshikawa-kun took it.” Adachi’s claim sounded unconvincing even to himself. When he scratched his head in discomfort, it only made him look more guilty.

“That won’t do, Mr. Adachi.” “Last year you claimed things were going well, but now you’ve let your performance decline completely.” Mrs. Ootani chimed in unhelpfully from the sidelines. “You must devote yourself to your studies!” “Yes.” “If you don’t maintain good grades, you’ll face difficulties when job-hunting.” “Yes.” “With so many candidates, being merely average won’t make you stand out.” “Yes.”

Adachi-kun nodded in response to each and every one. And so, for the time being, he made appropriate efforts. He was an utterly ordinary student.

Mr. Ootani was not only well-versed in school affairs.

“Adachi-kun, I met Yokoyama-kun at the alumni meeting the other day.” “Mr. Yokoyama? The accounting professor?” “Yes.” “He was in my year.” “Haaah…” “I’ve put in a good word for you.” “I can’t afford to slack off now.”

Such was the state of affairs. Adachi-kun had graduated with thoroughly mediocre grades, but after repeatedly failing employment screenings, he was ultimately taken into XX Trust through Mr. Ootani's mediation—a connection made possible by the latter's position at XX Bank. Mr. Ootani himself thought little of it, but Mrs. Ootani paraded this achievement about.

“Since Mr. Adachi commuted to school from home and even conducted his employment campaign from home, he’s entirely an Ootanis’ product!”

It’s said she went to Yoshikawa-kun and told him this. Adachi-kun thought there was no helping feeling indebted since it was indeed exactly as stated. Mr. Ootani had been his guarantor during school days, and now that he worked at the company, became his guarantor again.

“Since I joined late, I hear the terms are a bit unfavorable, but from here on out, it’s up to my skills.” “I will do my utmost.” “I will never cause you any trouble as your guarantor.”

“I feel quite reassured about that.” “There are hardly any people as strait-laced as you.”

Mrs. Ootani, true to form, understood him. He had another guarantor. That was Yoshikawa-kun’s father—an engineer at the Railway Ministry. He held the title of Doctor of Engineering. He had readily agreed, but during that occasion, when Adachi-kun first spoke at length with him, he was surprised to find Yoshikawa-kun was putting on an act. “Toshihiko’s character is too rigid—it’s a problem.” “I believe this is the result of my own overly strict upbringing, and now I deeply regret it.” The father sighed.

“Haaah…” “First of all, he has no friends. You’re the only one who ever comes to visit him.” “I don’t have many friends either.” “I suppose there must be some similarities in your personalities.” “Well… I’m rather reserved by nature.” “Toshihiko takes that to an extreme. If he’s this stubborn, I worry whether he can get along smoothly with his colleagues.” “I don’t think that’s the case.”

“I do wish he would open up a bit more.” “No, he’s quite open.”

When Adachi-kun said this, Yoshikawa-kun signaled to suppress the story. His father seemed rather inclined to boast about his child. “At home, he acts all high and mighty, but when he goes out, he can’t even deliver a proper speech.” “He’s utterly clueless about worldly matters—a sheltered young master through and through.” he began by humbly downplaying his son.

“That kind of tendency certainly does exist.” “He says such terribly clueless things, doesn’t he?” “Well… It’s rude of me to say this to your face, but…” “It was two or three years ago. I took him to see the year-end market in Ginza. When we passed by a café, he said, ‘Father, those electric lights are beautiful. What could that be?’ ‘A café,’ I told him. ‘What kind of place is that?’ he asked with complete sincerity.” “Haaah…” “Even after becoming a university student, he still didn’t know what a café was.”

“It’s not as though he’s entirely unaware.”

“Even if he knows what a café is in name, he’s so indifferent that he doesn’t truly grasp what goes on there.” “Ha ha ha.” “I’ve given it some thought myself.” “At this point, I can’t tell whether my parenting succeeded or failed.” “It must surely be a success.”

“I do wish that were the case, but…” “It’s a tad extreme.”

“Ha ha ha.” “Don’t laugh.” “Actually, I didn’t know—back then.”

And Yoshikawa-kun was handling it skillfully. "What is it?" Adachi wanted to retort that wasn’t it exactly around that time Yoshikawa had gotten carried away celebrating their baseball victory and caused a commotion at a café. "It’s certainly better not to know about cafés, but he was far too naive." "When I tell this story, everyone laughs." "Ha ha ha." "There’s another heartwarming story, you know." "Ah." "It was during his middle school years." "When he passed by Kabukiza, he asked, ‘What kind of place is this?’"

“Asking questions seems to be his specialty.” “I thought—a complete lack of any concept of theater isn’t commendable from a common sense education standpoint. But I figured being too strict might not be wise either, so I soon took him to see it.” “Didn’t you say movies were more interesting?” “No, I had prohibited movies until just recently.”

“I see.”

“He’s completely free now in every way. Since he’s become a full-fledged adult, I’ve instructed him to do anything he pleases.” “Ah.” “Yet he still doesn’t drink or smoke, nor has he ever crossed the threshold of a café. It’s become ingrained in him—he’s grown into a proper Ishibe Kinnosuke.”

“That must be because you are a Doctor of Railway Engineering, Father.” “What do you mean by that?”

“Because you handle nothing but stones and metals…” “I see.” “Ha ha ha.” “It would be fine if Toshihiko kept up that attitude, but his sullenness is a problem.” “Elsewhere, he does seem to indulge quite a bit, though.” “Oh, come now…” Father would never believe it. “I’m no good at that.”

And Yoshikawa was a different person.

“You really do seem to hate tobacco, don’t you?”

And Adachi conceded just that much.

"How about I try taking up training from now on?" "You shouldn't bother with training." "Look at your father." "Even if he wants to quit smoking*, he can't stop and it's causing him trouble." *Note: While not explicitly stated here,"smoking" was established through prior context (S-1283-S-1285) about Father struggling with tobacco addiction.

And Father, as if to prove that very point, lit a cigarette. “Mr. Adachi, I hear you’re rather fond of drink as well.” He pressed him directly. “No, truly just a little. And even that’s only when I’m compelled to at gatherings.” “It’s precisely during those gatherings. Toshihiko always says he stays up late tending to you.”

“That’s not true at all.” “There’s no need to hide it.” “I’m at a loss here, I must say.” And Adachi found himself cornered. If I were to tell the truth, it’s actually the opposite, but since Yoshikawa is glaring at me, there’s nothing I can do about it. “As your guarantor, I must inform you of my responsibilities—please do your utmost to refrain from drinking.” “Ah.” “Alcohol itself isn’t such a big deal, but it can lead to all sorts of temptations, you know.”

“I’ll be careful.” “And then there’s the matter of cafés.” “If you consider neon signs as danger signals, you won’t be mistaken.” “Let’s take a page from Toshihiko’s book.” “I shall accept that approach.” “Though he’s a man without merits, he’s at least reliable in his steadfastness.” “Father, if you keep promoting me like that, I’m scared of what’ll happen later.” “I’ll be in for a terrible time.”

Yoshikawa was utterly cunning. “To Mr. Adachi?” “Ah.”

“Ha ha ha!” “I have much to learn from Adachi-kun too.”

“That’s certainly true. Our strengths and shortcomings complement each other.” “Rather than sermons, I’d prefer a rubber stamp. Let’s keep it official—just one rubber stamp, please.”

“So you’re already taking after Mr. Adachi, aren’t you?” “There, there.”

With that, after Father stood up to fetch the seal, the two of them exchanged glances and reverted to their usual selves.

“Hey! You bastard!” “I give up.” “Thinkin’ you can play Mr. Perfect Saint all by yourself just ’cause we’re in front of Father, huh?”

“Cut me some slack.” “That won’t do!” “I’ll treat you to a café.” “Fine.”

“Ha ha ha!” “When?” “Tomorrow evening.”

“Let’s meet after work.” “Where at?”

“Six o’clock sharp, West Ginza.” “The Decameron, eh?”

“Hmm.” “What kind of place is that?” “Ha ha ha!”

Honest Adachi-kun

Now, it was Sunday morning. When Adachi-kun was being urged by Mrs. Ootani regarding a marriage proposal and had leaned forward in interest, the maid came upstairs and announced Yoshikawa-kun and Murakami-kun. “Hey hey, we’ve got rare guests here!” Yoshikawa-kun left no room for refusal. He had already guided Murakami-kun in and appeared, “Oh, Mrs. Ootani is here?” “Were you here all along?” “My apologies for the other day.” “Not at all.” “I do apologize for interrupting your lecture.” “Oh my,” “What have you done now?” “I simply can’t keep up with you all.” “Please make yourselves comfortable.” With that, Mrs. Ootani fled. “Well then,” “Murakami-kun, please...” Adachi-kun said with a slightly formal air.

“Oh my.” “What have you gone and done now?” “I’m no match for you at all.” “Please make yourself comfortable.” Mrs. Ootani made her escape.

“Well then.” “Murakami, please.”

Adachi-kun invited him with a slightly formal air. "My apologies for the other day." "If anyone should apologize—it’s me." "I came right over. I stopped by briefly earlier." "Y-yeah. My apologies. I had to step out for a bit." "When you become an insurance salesman, you get so used to people pretending not to be home that nothing surprises you anymore."

“It’s true. You’re being awfully cynical.” “Ha ha ha!”

“I was at the barber.” “I see.” “Your head proves it.” “I thought you might’ve gone to Yoshikawa’s place instead—I waited with bated breath.” “So you’ve steeled yourself already.” “Much obliged.” “How much are you signing up for?” “But if you’re here as a solicitor, I’ll drive you off.”

“Well, well.” “Since today’s Sunday, I won’t discuss business matters.”

“So weekdays are acceptable then?” “Cut it out already.” “My bad, my bad. By the way, this is a nice spot you’ve got here.”

At last, Murakami-kun reverted to acting in a personal capacity.

The conversation turned to their classmates’ circumstances. It was indeed that time. Everyone had settled into their places.

“They’re all cut from the same cloth,” said Adachi. “With no breathing room financially—wouldn’t everyone dig their heels in?” He had unintentionally steered conversation toward Murakami’s professional endeavors again. “Adachi,” interjected Yoshikawa abruptly. “I folded like cheap tatami.” Yoshikawa delivered this declaration with practiced nonchalance. “Quick work,” Adashi replied.

“What do you mean? After setting me up, you’ve got no right to call it quick!” “Ha ha...” “And then you try to run away on your own—that’s just low.” “How much are you in for?” “I got them to settle for two thousand yen.” “Hmm.” “You should get in on it too. Since you’ll end up being someone’s target sooner or later anyway, you might as well let it be your classmates who take you down.” “I’m shocked. Even you’re recruiting now?” “You know what they say—curse someone, and you’ll end up digging two graves.” “It’s not exactly that I cursed anyone, but...”

“Put in 2000 yen.” “That’s less than seventy yen a year—split into monthly payments, just over five yen.” “With that, you can keep your wife and children afloat.”

“Don’t say such inauspicious things.” “Anyway, do me a favor and think about it.” “I’d fend off anyone else, but since it’s Murakami-kun, I resigned myself right away.” “Murakami-kun was a distinguished contributor to the school as the head of the cheering squad.” “The fact that he ended up dead last and his employment didn’t go smoothly is also because he’s rich in the spirit of sacrifice.” “This is something we all have a responsibility to join in on.” “Alright. I’ll think about it.” And Adachi-kun suddenly relented. What a peculiar agent of persuasion there was.

“Today I won’t talk business anymore. “With Yoshikawa-kun putting in two thousand and you two thousand, that makes four thousand total—more than enough.” “I’m in for a thousand.” “Make it two thousand.” “Can’t do it. “Truth is, Mrs. Ootani’s brother works at ◎◎ Life Insurance—he’s been pushing me too.” “So you’ll go for it at a thousand?”

“Hmm.” “I’ll make it work.” “Even if ◎◎ makes a move, you won’t back down, right?” “I won’t back down.”

“No matter what happens?” “Be at ease.” “Once words leave my mouth, I fulfill my obligations.”

“Thank you. I’ve secured a thousand yen.”

Murakami struck up the hand-clapping rhythm used during cheering. "You."

Then Yoshikawa called out to the maid who had finished serving tea. "Yes?" "With all this talk of a thousand yen and two thousand yen, we've become quite something, haven't we?" "Is that so?" "We're discussing monthly salaries here, you know." "No way, Ohoho…"

And the maid laughed and went downstairs. She knew full well that Adachi-kun made fifty-five yen and Yoshikawa-kun sixty.

“By the way, Yoshikawa-kun, now it’s your turn.”

Murakami-kun turned to face him.

“I can’t go through with it.” “Even a thousand yen would do.”

“Oh ho? Yoshikawa-kun, are you still holding out?” “Yoshikawa-kun, are you still holding out?” And Adachi was taken aback. His face fell. “He’s being quite stubborn.”

“What’s this? Did you trick me?” “Just how it goes.”

And Yoshikawa-kun puffed up proudly. "That’s no trick at all!"

“Ha ha ha!” “Curse someone, and you dig two graves. If you don’t join in, I won’t stand for it.” “Now, now, let me think it over properly.” “What’s this now?”

“The joke’s become real.” “You really are honest, aren’t you?” “If you praise me any more, that’ll be the last straw.” “Getting all worked up, are you?” “Fine then.” “I won’t believe another word you say.”

“I’m not saying I won’t join.” “By all means, enroll.” “I can’t make snap decisions like that. Unlike you, I’m a fledgling salaryman on sixty yen a month—still dependent on my parents.” “Don’t get sarcastic with me.” “If I were to simply join the insurance, it might seem like a routine business transaction, but since it concerns life and death, I must consult my parents first.” “What’s this? Are you asking what insurance even *does*?” “Let’s leave it at that for now.”

“He thinks just asking will make him seem trustworthy. Murakami-kun, Yoshikawa-kun is really shrewd.” Adachi-kun drew Murakami-kun’s attention. “Doesn’t seem like a bad sort.” “It’s astonishing how he’s pretending not to know what a café even is. He apparently went for a walk in Ginza with his father, pointed at a neon sign, and asked, ‘Father, what on earth is this place supposed to be?’”

“Hmm.” “The one asking’s a piece of work, but the father who bought that act and thinks his son’s some upright saint must be just as bad.” “Two sides of the same coin. But back to business—since Yoshikawa-kun tricked you into joining, it’s your duty to rope him in too.” “He still hadn’t signed up.” “But he said he won’t back out. That’s as good as enrolled in my book.” “I can’t keep up with you schemers. You want me to help you now?”

“Naturally, that’s how it ended up happening. Yoshikawa-kun—have some sympathy for Adachi-kun’s situation.” “I’ll consult my father.” “Is that all?” “Hmm.” “You’re quite the smooth operator, aren’t you? Really?” “I’m no match for you.”

And Adachi resigned himself. Not only had he been forced into insurance he didn’t even want, but when he realized he was now helping with recruitment, the whole situation felt utterly absurd.

After a brief silence lingered in that state, Yoshikawa broke the silence.

“It’s a nice day today, isn’t it?”

“How about it?” “Shall we go out somewhere?”

“Hey.” “Is it really no good?” Murakami was more concerned with business than the weather.

“I’ll consult my father.” “That’s acceptable, right? It’s your call.” “You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Why?” “It’s precisely because you’re so eager for me to enroll that I need to consult my family. Please don’t get flustered and wait.” “This is most appreciated.” “I’ll be counting on it while I wait.” “I’m not saying to rush, but sooner would be better.” “I won’t trouble you with that.” “My household is strict—whenever a friend comes over, my mother immediately asks about their background.” “Mother asked, ‘Was that scary-faced person who came over today one of your school friends?’”

“Are you talking about me?” “Hmm. I make up an excuse and reply. ‘That’s a top student from our class who works at an insurance company—a real dutiful son. He’s such an admirable man,’ I said.” “You’ve got quite the reputation, huh?” “It’s more for my sake than yours. If I don’t associate with good friends, I won’t gain any credibility.” “If that’s how you want to use me, I’ll be your material anytime. Splendid filial piety! I assure you I’m not the least bit unfilial.” “Next, your business comes into question. ‘They came to recruit me, but with my current salary, even if I joined, I couldn’t afford the premiums, so I turned them down. However, when you think about it, insurance is necessary. I tell them, “I’m confident I’ll be fine, but just in case, I’d like to enroll in at least a little insurance for Father and Mother’s sake.”’”

“Makes sense.” “It’s Mother’s duty to report every single detail to Father.” “‘Toshihiko is such a well-intentioned boy,’” “‘He’s such an admirable boy.’” “My credibility skyrockets.” “Then you come around again, you see.” “Makes sense.” “Three thousand yen should be manageable.” “Much obliged.” “The amount isn’t an issue, but three thousand yen would exceed a hundred yen annually—do consider how that balances with my monthly salary.”

“No, I’ll have my family pay the insurance premiums. Originally, that’s the whole point of discussing it with them in the first place.” “I see, you’re as efficient as ever.” “Please regard it as three thousand yen. Because Father’s a man of deep sentiment, he might splurge even more depending on the situation, though.” “Done!”

Murakami clapped his hands in encouragement once more. “Well? Adachi, any complaints now?” “I’m impressed. As expected, you’re an expert at deceiving your parents.” “Don’t put it so crudely. I’m not deceiving them. I’m putting their minds at ease. Filial piety should be practiced within one’s means.” “That’s a peculiar brand of filial piety.” “Observe. This way, both your honor and Murakami’s remain intact. Since I don’t make them foot the bill after the fact like you do, my parents’ dignity stays preserved. In all matters, one must uphold everyone’s standing while securing the greatest advantage for oneself. This is my philosophy of life.”

And Yoshikawa began boasting again.

“Murakami, I beg you to understand,” “Since I’m always stuck with someone like him, I keep ending up in terrible situations.” “Were you like this back in our school days too?” “Now that I think about it, this was your approach all along, wasn’t it?” “I once answered for Yoshikawa in class and got caught by the teacher.” “But that was just us accommodating each other’s needs.” “No, I hardly ever skipped class.” “And yet Yoshikawa’s attendance record ended up being better—it’s utterly galling.”

“Ha ha ha!”

“Even though I was the one mainly compiling the notes，Yoshikawa’s class ranking ended up being way better．” “Part of it might be exam luck，but when you team up with someone who’s dead set on benefiting himself alone，there’s just no competing．”

“That’s just a coincidence.” “Grades aren’t something you can plan from the start.”

“No, you’ve actually declared as much yourself.” “It all makes sense now!” “In that case, even though he drinks more than I do, it’s supposed to look like I haven’t had a single drop.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Even when we go to a café, only Yoshikawa gets treated while we’re stuck splitting the tips evenly every time.”

“Ha ha ha!” “When he occasionally treats me to keep my mouth shut, there’s always a catch.” “Last time, Yoshikawa got to act the young aristocrat while I had to play his lackey.” “Well now, I’ll be taking my leave.” “What’s the rush? “It’s still early!” “No, it’s nearly noon already.” “And I’ve another appointment lined up.”

“But that’s in the afternoon, isn’t it?” “It’s not exactly a promise, but Sunday mornings are peak time since everyone’s at home. If I don’t hurry, they’ll leave.” “That’s some hustle.” “By the way, when do you plan to bring the doctor?” “It can’t be helped. You’ll have to come this Sunday morning.” “Very well.” “Well then, Yoshikawa, I’ll drop by your place again then.” With that, Murakami tucked his briefcase under his arm.

“I’ll head out too.” “Since you live nearby, you can stay a bit longer, right?”

And Adachi stopped Yoshikawa.

“No, the situation’s getting dicey.” “Ha ha ha!”

“I was only trying to get through to you.” “I’ll come again.” “There’s such a thing as making moves while your intentions stay unchanged.”

With that， Murakami hurried off. Yoshikawa followed after him. After seeing the two off， Adachi couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been swindled. Before he knew it， he’d ended up signing up for insurance. He had no objection to the insurance itself， but his own will had not been involved in the decision at all. He’d been taken in by Yoshikawa. It seemed Murakami had also come after discussing it beforehand. They had emphasized that no matter what happened， they wouldn’t back down. They were such schemers. They had plotted it together. Infuriating. Should he cancel it? That was right. Since the other party had originally resorted to deception from the start، he on his part had no obligation to uphold good faith. Even now， sending a letter to cancel would still make it in time， he thought. But imagining Murakami’s cheerful departure made that seem too cruel. Yoshikawa was in on it too. Friends must help each other. Moreover， Murakami had achievements as their cheering squad leader. Well， it couldn’t be helped. He would end up getting insurance anyway. Since he’d inevitably come under fire sooner or later، he might as well let his friend take credit. And so， Adachi once again persuaded himself.

Since I’d inevitably become a target sooner or later anyway, I might as well let my friends claim the achievement. Once again, Adachi found himself trying to convince himself.

It was nearly noon. The dining table was always shared with the husband and wife，but Mr.Ootani did not make an appearance.

“Where is Mr. Ootani?”

Adachi asked.

“He has gone to visit the executives at the main office.” “I see.” “He was invited to play golf and is accompanying them today to observe.”

Mrs. Ootani took pride in Mr. Ootani’s credibility. Whenever he tried to say anything, she’d immediately bring up the main office executives.

“Golf sounds interesting, doesn’t it?”

“Why don’t you start playing too, Mr. Adachi?” “Utterly impossible with fifty-five yen.” Adachi hunched his shoulders while picking up his chopsticks. “You see, that’s precisely the issue. My husband mentioned it too.” “What did he say?” “Because you immediately bring up your salary.” “Ah yes, it does lack refinement.”

“If you were to keep quiet and maintain your composure like Mr. Yoshikawa, people wouldn’t know whether it’s 100 yen or 200 yen.”

“I’ll be careful. Now that I think about it, this must seem disrespectful to you both who’ve shown me such kindness.” “That wasn’t my meaning when I mentioned it, but you really are too honest for your own good.”

“I was just thinking that myself. The trouble is I take everything people say seriously right away. They made me enroll in insurance.” “Goodness gracious!”

Mrs. Ootani was surprised. “Since the two of them came and used a scheme.” “If you were going to get insurance, didn’t I ask you earlier to go with ◎◎?”

“I did refuse like you said, but I ended up getting swept along anyway.”

Adachi recounted the details. “I truly had a premonition,” “That’s precisely why I thought to caution you discreetly.” “I’m sorry. Truly.” “Truly.” “No, if this were twenty or thirty thousand yen, I would have you decline, but if a thousand yen allows a man to stand his ground, that’s perfectly fine.” “Since it can’t be helped now, you must cheerfully fulfill your duty as a friend.” “Even a thousand yen… with a 55 yen monthly salary…” “Oh, not this again.” “It was a slip of the tongue.” “Even a thousand yen is quite a struggle to handle.”

“When it comes to that, Mr. Yoshikawa is quite clever.” “He’s got it all figured out. I can’t compete with him at all.” “While you can trust longtime acquaintances like Mr. Yoshikawa, Mr. Seto, and Mr. Komiya, you mustn’t lower your guard even around school friends whose true nature you don’t know.” “No matter how much they beg you, at least refuse to co-sign any promissory notes.” “I’ll manage.” “No—it’s precisely because you’re too guileless.”

And this appeared to be Mrs. Ootani’s assessment.

Even after the meal ended, Adachi did not stand up. Just as he had been counseled about a marriage proposal moments earlier, Yoshikawa and Murakami arrived. He had been anticipating the interrupted conversation would resume, but Mrs. Ootani feigned ignorance and switched on the radio. It was precisely noon news. Adachi remained seated even after hearing it through.

“Mrs. Ootani.” “What is it?” “Let me hear the rest of what you were saying earlier.” “What was it again, I wonder?”

“Have you already forgotten? It’s a matter with a long road ahead, you know.”

“My! Oh ho ho ho…” “I really am too soft-hearted, aren’t I? I get hoodwinked left and right.” “But if it’s such a long road ahead, what can one do?”

“No, depending on the partner, it needn’t be so distant.” “That must be your true sentiment, I gather—you’ve scarcely stirred from that spot all this while.” “You’ve laid bare every last vulnerability of mine.” “Since you raise the matter yourself—might I propose you formally seek Miss Hashimoto’s hand?”

“…………”

“Well? Mr. Adachi.” “You’ve got me there.” “Is there any chance?” “It’s not entirely out of the question.” “Since I’ve been hoping to become better acquainted with her mother.”

“She herself is beyond reproach, but their side is the Rear Admiral’s daughter, while my side…”

“Fifty-five yen.” “Ha ha ha…” “You really are too timid, aren’t you.” “It’s precisely because you’re so good-natured—” “It can’t be helped with a disposition like mine.”

“Does that mean you’re withdrawing your bid?” “Well… But even if I were to put myself forward, is there any real chance of success?” “What do you mean by ‘chance of winning’? Do you know who your rival is?” “There’s another suitor?” “Mr. Yoshikawa.” “What?” Adachi slapped both knees as if leaping to his feet. A one-in-ten chance

While Adachi was still reeling from the shock of learning his rival was Yoshikawa, the maid appeared and— “Mr. Adachi, Mr. Seto has arrived.” and relayed. There was always an interruption. “Please show him up to the second floor.”

Adachi found the timing slightly inconvenient, but since it was his close friend, there was nothing to be done. However, he didn’t immediately rise. “Mrs. Ootani,” he said in a hushed tone. “Yes?” “Is it true?” “I wouldn’t joke about something like this.” “Has the talk already begun?” “I didn’t hear that far into it, but yesterday morning, Mrs. Hashimoto came by and inquired about Mr. Yoshikawa.”

“Ah.” “It was rather roundabout, but she asked things like how his school grades were and whether, being a young man, he belonged to the sort who frequent cafés—a kind of investigation, you see.” “So he’s already submitted his proposal, then?” “That may well be the case.”

“It’s no use anymore.” “No, there’s still no need for you to give up yet.”

“If I were to submit a proposal even now, would there still be a chance?” “Of course there is. Because you’re more suited to the specified conditions.” “What are these conditions?”

“First, they specified someone with good academic performance.” “But Yoshikawa’s graduation rank was higher than mine.” “Oh? Didn’t you say yours was higher?” “That was because you asked if mine was higher—I merely answered it wasn’t anything significant.” “In terms of real ability, I don’t intend to lose, but his tactical finesse makes him unbeatable.” “You’re the tactful one here.” “I’d always believed you were the superior candidate.”

“Ha ha ha.”

“But they’re practically neck and neck, wouldn’t you say?” “Hmm.” “I’ve been promoting you all along.” “I’ve left no stone unturned in that regard.” “I’m grateful.” “Yesterday as well, I answered while drawing comparisons between Mr. Yoshikawa and you.” “That doesn’t quite reach your level, Mr. Adachi, though.”

“Ah.” “It seems he frequents cafés as well.” “Though not nearly as much as you do, Mr. Adachi.” “You can’t be serious!” “Oh ho ho.” “What’s the second condition?” “I’ll explain properly later.” “Mr. Seto must be growing impatient.”

“Ah, right, right.” “The road ahead truly is long and arduous, isn’t it? You end up forgetting all about your friends and such,” Mrs. Ootani laughed. Adachi hurried upstairs. Because he was flustered, he stubbed his toe on the stairs,

“Ah, ouch!”

He entered the room grimacing. Seto was perusing the insurance company pamphlets scattered about. “Hey.”

“My apologies. Sorry to keep you waiting.” “No need—I’m the one who’s been out of touch.” “Still hurts. Think I ripped the nail clean off?” “What happened?” “Stubbed my toe on the stairs.” “Quite the opponent you picked.”

Seto showed no surprise.

“How’s it going? By the way,”

“You haven’t changed a bit. How about you? How’s work?”

“Right, right. First time since I started working,” said Seto. “Everything’s going smoothly.” “That’s good to hear,” Adachi replied. “Thank you for the celebration the other day,” Seto continued. “Now I’ve finally figured out how to handle myself. I’ll make it big.” “Go forth and make it big,” Adachi encouraged. “You’re especially promising as a salaryman.”

“Why?” “Because you’re honest – there’s no deception.” “Given time, that becomes clear.” “Thank you.” “Seems like slowpokes end up winning in the long run.” “What a backhanded compliment.” “Honesty’s already cost me enough today.” “You – I got strong-armed into buying insurance!”

“Hmm.” “Murakami’s doing the recruiting for ○○.” And Adachi, more than the insurance itself, resented having been deceived, so he recounted the entire sequence of events from that morning.

“I see. If the Cheerleader Captain and Yoshikawa team up, you don’t stand a chance.” “They’re downright wicked.” “They’re both a cut above you in cunning.” “You...”

“What is it?” “Do I really look that dull?” “What do you mean by ‘that much’?”

“To the point where people take one look and go, ‘This guy’s a certified dullard.’”

“Well…” “It’s not that bad.”

“Then how much does it amount to?”

“Hey, don’t get worked up.” “Tell me the honest truth.” “Even if we call it dullness, it’s not the dullness of a dullard.” “You know how they say the world comes down to dullness, grit, and luck?” “That dullness. It’s an essential trait of successful people.” Seto was tactful. “You dodged the question.”

“No, people need to have something solid about them.” “How would I measure up if you compared me to Yoshikawa?”

“In what way?” “If you put us side by side, I’d obviously come off as the dull one, wouldn’t I?” “The one doing the carrying and the one being carried are different, aren’t they?” “You think that way because you know me well, but what would a third party who doesn’t know anything think?” “You’re such a fool.”

“What is it?” “Is he off to the cafés again to vie for the waitresses?”

“I’ve already given up on that.” “Yoshikawa is frivolous.” “You’re steadfast.” “Light things float to the top, and heavy things sink to the bottom—that’s only natural, right?”

“I guess there’s no helping it?”

“It’s just your nature.” “Even our school grades were like that.” “During exams, I’m the one teaching him, but when the results are in, Yoshikawa’s always on top.”

“But it’s only a difference of two or three places. It’s not a significant gap. You’re all lumped together anyway.” “You really had the nerve to lay it on thick!” “Ha ha ha!” “I don’t plan on losing, but Yoshikawa’s always been a tough one for me.”

“You two get along so well, yet there’s always some trivial back-and-forth brewing between you.” “He’s the one picking fights every time.”

“Is it because he keeps getting the better of you that you’re nursing such a bone-deep grudge?”

“Hmm. Yet we never fight. It’s strange, considering we’re supposed to be close friends.” “That’s precisely your redeeming quality.” “Other than that, you’ve got no redeeming qualities whatsoever.” “I’m no match for this, I guess.”

“By the way, do you think Yoshikawa’s at home?” “He probably is.”

“I’ll drop by while I’m at it.” “How about joining me later?”

“I just met him a moment ago.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Let’s head out to Ginza for the first time in ages.” “I have some prior arrangements today.”

“Something feels off here.”

“To be honest, even seeing his face gets under my skin.” “Has something new started between you two?” “Because he swindled me into that insurance policy.” Adachi-kun had been swamped by thoughts of the marriage proposal but maintained a composed facade. “You.”

“What is it?” “So the real competition has finally begun, hasn’t it?” “Well…” “I had a hunch earlier.”

“About what?” “On my way here, when I passed by Mr. Hashimoto’s house, I thought you two might have already started competing.” “Actually, that’s exactly it.” “Hmm.” “Yoshikawa got the jump on me.” “Hmm. Has Yoshikawa already made his proposal?” “Seems like it.”

“Are you falling behind?” “It’s just sort of ended up that way.” “It’s absolutely infuriating.” “That explains why you’ve been in such a foul mood.” “But even if he beat you to the punch, you’re not just going to back down like that, are you?”

“I’ll make my move right away.”

“I’m shocked, I must say. It wasn’t just a hunch—it was downright clairvoyance!” Seto tilted his head as if impressed by his own perceptiveness. But it was nothing remarkable. Since he had been boarding nearby until recently, he was also aware of the two’s relationship regarding this matter.

“What on earth is this?” “To tell you the truth, I just heard from Mrs. Ootani here and was thrown into complete disarray.” “And right then, you came along, see?” “Is it definite that Yoshikawa has made his proposal?” “It appears so.” “The fact that he submitted it and now plays dumb—it’s absolutely galling!” “But he’s under no obligation to inform you.” “We agreed to compete honorably when the time came.” “I was the one who said those words!” “This was all part of the strategy we laid out from the very beginning!”

“What does Mrs. Ootani here have to say about it?”

"I didn't have time to hear the full story." "I felt bad about making you wait and ended up kicking down the ladder steps." "Hmm."

“I was late in getting employed, and with just fifty-five yen, I thought I wasn’t qualified to even consider such things yet, so I held back—and ended up thoroughly outmaneuvered.”

Adachi asserted his original intention as though it were his rightful claim. “You really are an honest soul.” “Enough with the praise already. What I want is your professional assessment. How do you rate my chances? The opportunity—”

“Who knows? I’d like to say it’s fifty-fifty, but more like sixty-forty odds.” “Is it because he got there first?” “Even being second wouldn’t matter, but this has always been Mr. Yoshikawa’s territory.”

“I have my own territory too.” “But Mr. Yoshikawa is homegrown through and through.” “Because he has a house here, you see.” “Then there’s the advantage of his parents’ standing.” “The Ministry of Railways Engineer and Doctor of Engineering carries weight.” “Even you would be quite the figure back in your hometown, but from here all the way to Hokkaido, one’s influence can only stretch so far.” “It’s not all that grand.” “And since I’m the third son, I’m stuck with the leftovers.” “That also counts.” “Yoshikawa is the eldest son, after all.” “Seventy-thirty odds, I’d say.”

“But the eldest son has dependents, you know.” “Because he’s taking over as heir, the responsibility’s heavier.”

“Even dependents aren’t an issue if there’s wealth to back them up.” “There must be quite a lot in Yoshikawa’s household.” “Hmm.” “It seems he’s had the advantage from the start.” “A man with no dependents relying solely on his own abilities has no prospects unless he’s exceptionally capable.” “Oh dear…” “Moreover, since Mr. Hashimoto is an admiral, a bureaucrat’s family would be understanding.” “If we’re talking about a reserve naval vice admiral and a Ministry of Railways Engineer-Doctor of Engineering, they’re about on par with each other.” “Balance is what tips the scales.”

“It makes me uneasy when I think about that.” “Your family is respectable too, isn’t it? If we were talking about a provincial landowner, that would rank above a doctorate—but since the other party is military. You’d have to promote yourself quite aggressively, or it won’t work.” “There’s nothing worth promoting. We have hundreds of horses kept in the mountains, but if I were to mention that, it would only give the impression of being a country bumpkin. And not even one of them is likely to become mine.” “You know, this might just be an eighty-twenty split.”

“It just keeps getting worse and worse, huh?” “As I said earlier, as human beings yourselves, you and Yoshikawa are thrown into the same basket. Since there’s no difference in your qualities, circumstances will inevitably tip the scales.”

“So it’s eighty-twenty after all?” “How pathetic...” “To speak frankly, it slips a bit lower.” “In substance there’s no difference—but their impressions diverge completely.” “As you yourself acknowledge, Yoshikawa has tactical wit.” “Whereas you, when it comes to which camp...” “The dullard side?” “Since we must avoid resentment, let’s posit you’re amply predisposed toward final triumph.” “But this predisposition isn’t visible at a glance.” “When comparing Yoshikawa and yourself, what glaringly stands out is simply that one’s Tokyo-bred and the other Hokkaido-born.”

“Cut it out already.” “When you factor this in, it becomes ninety-ten odds.”

Of course, Seto was only half-serious. “So are you advising me to give up?” “It’s not advice. Since you asked for my assessment, I merely gave a calm answer.” “Do you have any brilliant ideas?” “Well… The problem is, they’re both close friends of mine. I have no choice but to remain neutral.”

“That’s right.” “At any rate, you ought to make the proposal.”

“I will propose.” “It’s a matter of pride for me.”

“Marriage proposals ultimately come down to fate—that’s what they say.” “To put it bluntly, take Mrs. Ootani here as our prime example.” “Her appearance isn’t exactly winning any prizes.” “Though only your seniors usually end up as the final victors in these matters, look how Mrs. Ootani turned out to be a real beauty, eh?” “There was romance involved.”

“That’s exactly why.” “Marriage proposals can have their upsets.” “You might just be the dark horse, you know.”

“That’s enough! Talking to you makes me lose all confidence.”

Adachi scowled.

Mrs. Ootani came upstairs. Adachi’s friends called this lady the Society Madam. But not in a disparaging sense. They teased her with that nickname precisely because she was beautiful. Mrs. Ootani would earnestly deny it. Yet it remained true that her childless leisure led her to welcome guests. She herself delighted in going out. Indeed, it was partly owing to Mrs. Ootani’s kindness that Adachi’s student lodgings had acquired the air of a clubroom.

“Welcome, Mr. Seto.” “I must apologize for my long absence.” “It seems everyone has deigned to forsake me, hmm?” “I’ve been so busy, you see—it just slipped my mind.” “Is everything alright at Mr. Shima’s place?” “Everyone’s well.” “What a heartwarming story it is, moving house along with all your boarders like that.” “It’s because the children have grown attached to me, you see.” “Educators truly have a certain quality about them, don’t they?” “Not at all.” “Only Mr. Seto here is the model one.” “I’ve been telling Mr. Adachi the same thing all along.”

Mrs. Ootani was not necessarily being insincere. Among Adachi’s friends, Seto was the most studious and capable, so she frequently used him as a reference in her lectures. “Actually, this guy’s a bit different. Compared to Yoshikawa and Komiya, he’s indeed the senior.” Adachi had already regained his composure and joined in the conversation. “You’re quite popular.” “If he weren’t so sharp-tongued, he’d be a perfect gentleman.” “I knew there’d be some catch.”

“Ha ha ha!” “And with Mr. Yoshikawa, which would it be?”

Mrs. Ootani also acknowledged that. “It’s a neck-and-neck race.” “That’s true.” “After all, Mr. Seto might still be one step ahead.” “Because he’s so sharp-tongued.” “Even you who say such things have your fair share.” “This comes from being influenced by both of you.” “Now Komiya—he’s the most innocent one.” “Not entirely innocent.” “Given how he parades his troublemaking whenever he visits.” “You’ve got me there.” “Did Komiya bring his cousin over?”

And Mr. Seto showed immense interest. “Hmm. He came to show her to you, Mrs. Ootani.” “I wanted to see her too. Is she a looker?” “She’s amazing. With that, you’d naturally become devoted.” “Shall I go on a little scouting mission?” “I’d be happy to accompany you.” “But you’ll need resolve.”

“I’ll bring smelling salts.” “Mrs. Ootani.” Honest Adachi recalled the marriage proposal from Komiya’s fiancée. “My!” “What a loud voice!” “It’s just that I got carried away.” “I asked Seto-kun for his assessment just now, but it seems I’ve failed.” “What do you mean, ‘failed’?” “It’s the Hashimotos’ side.”

“Oh! Have you already spoken to them?”

“Well… He’s just stopping short of telling me to give up because there’s no prospect.” “Didn’t I tell you?” “You’d do better to abandon this.” “Mr. Yoshikawa’s arrangement is already advancing.” With each pause in her speech, Mrs. Ootani cast meaningful looks. They had agreed not to touch on the matter. Adachi promptly closed his mouth, but Seto leaned forward inquisitively, “Is Mr. Yoshikawa’s side progressing that extensively?”

he asked. “I don’t know the details, but it does seem to be the case.” “What sort of connections does the matchmaker have?” “I’m afraid I don’t know that either.” “If Mr. Yoshikawa has beaten him to the punch like this, I feel sorry for Mr. Adachi.” “Since I’m a close friend to both, I don’t favor either side, but for fairness’ sake, I’d like to find some way to help Mr. Adachi too.” “I’ll arrange a much better match for Mr. Adachi.”

“Do you have someone in mind?” “Well...” “How enviable.”

“Shall I arrange a match for you as well?” “Please do.”

“Really?” “Well…” “You’ve mentioned something—you must already have someone in mind.” “If it’s just from my side, there might be some possibilities, but they won’t agree to it.” “I want to pursue this through romance, so your conditions are a bit too demanding for me.” “It must be among those.” “Mrs. Ootani, might you share a bit of your own romantic story with me?”

“Oh, bother.” “My word!” “I’m afraid I simply don’t have anything of that sort to share.” “No need—I’ve already made thorough inquiries.” “Ours was an arranged marriage through and through—utterly commonplace. We’re simply not cut out for romance in the first place.” “We’re simply not cut out for romance in the first place.” “How artfully put.” “Do go on.” “Ohohoho!” “I really must be going now.” “Do forgive my abrupt departure.” “Please enjoy your visit.”

And Mrs. Ootani skillfully made her escape. Because she still considered herself young and beautiful, she naturally ended up on equal footing with the younger generation. The epithet "idle madam" also had its roots in that very aspect.

In truth, it was a three-way deadlock.

Adachi ended up being led out by Seto. But it wasn’t to Yoshikawa’s house—it was to Komiya’s shop. Since it was a privately owned shop，Seto had heard they didn’t close on Sundays. Moreover，as their home doubled as the shop，he had remarked that even on regular days when business was slow，taking time off amounted to much the same thing.

“Should we call ahead?”

“No, an ambush would be more fun.”

With that, they set out immediately—but disappointment awaited them. There was no way a betrothed modern boy and modern girl would be holed up at home on such a bright, Indian summer Sunday. A young shop clerk appeared to attend to them,

“The Young Master has gone out for a drive on business for the shop, sir.” he said. Seto even commandeered Adachi’s business card, “Adventure Visit” and left it behind with “Adventure Visit” written on it. “Going on a drive for shop business—that’s so Komiya-style, isn’t it?” “He’s doing well for himself.” “They’re probably together, don’t you think?” “Of course.”

“That’s exactly the sort of thing that causes accidents.” “Why?” “Because I imagine a romantic scene developing right behind them—unless the driver has considerable mental discipline, their attention will wander.” “I see.”

“While you’re worrying about the mirror, you’ll go smack into something.” “Careful, careful!”

“So, what now?”

“We should have called after all.” Adachi regretted his rashness all the more precisely because he had been the one to suggest it in the first place.

Because Mitsukoshi was nearby, they stopped by to look. They had no shopping to do. As they wandered about here and there, they came upon an art exhibition venue. Neither had any interest, but they viewed it to pass the time. Seto encountered an older gentleman, bowed repeatedly, then approached Adachi. “Adachi, I’ve been nabbed by the vice principal. Since he wants to have tea together, I’ll take my leave here. Goodbye.” With that declaration, he unilaterally resolved himself and departed. It was at this moment that Adachi first thought of Seto as an unreliable man. Though their acquaintance was long, such a thing had never happened before. Even though Komiya was absent, since he had dragged me all the way out to Nihonbashi, it was only natural for us to stick together. He felt no responsibility for having prevented me from calling ahead and discarded me like a pair of worn-out shoes without so much as a backward glance. It was extremely unpleasant because he was so utterly self-centered. However, he soon reconsidered sympathetically. We are no longer students. Work is important. Even if it were me—if I were to encounter a company superior and be invited somewhere—I might very well act the same way. And so I made an effort to forgive him.

Adachi’s clouded mood suddenly cleared up in front of the elevator. Just as he was about to go down, Miss Yoshiko Hashimoto and her younger brother Bisuke-kun emerged from the ascending elevator. “Oh, Mr. Adachi!” Bisuke-kun saluted with a raised hand. But what pleased him even more was that Miss Yoshiko had noticed him first and offered a polite bow. A person’s true feelings are most clearly revealed in those unguarded moments when they meet face-to-face without time to compose themselves. The elevator had played its part perfectly. Of course, Adachi had no leisure to ponder this deeply. He simply felt satisfied.

“Are you alone?”

Miss Yoshiko looked around her surroundings. “Ah… Are you shopping?” “Bisuke kept pestering me.” “I should be heading back now.” “Well then,” “Mr. Adachi, it’s here.”

Bisuke-kun pointed to the descending elevator, intending to be helpful. It had just arrived, so there was no refusing. “Goodbye.” With a polite bow, Adachi boarded. He thought he’d done something foolish when he could have talked more. He realized there was no need to declare he was leaving when no one had even asked. Bisuke-kun was just a middle schooler and didn’t know any better. He probably meant it as a favor. He couldn’t help laughing at himself.

Should I go up to the fifth floor once more and wander around a bit? No, I already said I was leaving. This really wasn't the place to declare my intentions. "This is the basement level, sir."

the elevator girl informed him. Mr. Adachi’s spirits suddenly recovered.

When he stepped outside，the autumn sky stretched vast and clear. From Nihonbashi to Tanuki-ana in Azabu，even on the train，he kept thinking about Miss Yoshiko. Seto himself and those nine-to-one odds he’d been so insistent about had vanished somewhere. When he thought about it，Miss Yoshiko had first caught his eye about three years back. The Hashimoto residence stood near the Ootani house. Adachi had gone to where Bisuke-kun was playing ball and acted as his partner. In the middle of their game，Bisuke-kun came over to invite him. Then Yoshikawa joined them. They’d once been scolded by a policeman for playing ball in the street. Back then，Bisuke-kun had just started middle school and fancied himself quite grown-up，so he relished playing with college students. Bisuke-kun came over to Adachi’s place and，

“How do you write ‘Task’?”

Bisuke-kun asked. When Adachi-kun wrote “Suke,” Bisuke said it wasn’t such a strange character and taught him the correct one: “Bisuke.” When Adachi-kun was tested again later and couldn’t write it right away, “You’re not very smart, are you?” he was flatly told. Bisuke-kun became their bridge to Miss Yoshiko. They began bowing whenever they crossed paths. Adachi-kun and Yoshikawa-kun found themselves unwittingly united in currying Bisuke’s favor. Around last year, they had scraped together tickets and taken Bisuke-kun to see the Waseda-Keio game.

“Sis wants to go too,” “Because she loves baseball.” Bisuke-kun said. This was Miss Yoshiko announcing her intentions through Bisuke-kun.

When Adachi returned home, Mrs. Ootani called him into the parlor as if she’d been waiting. "Was Mr. Komiya not at home?" "Uh." "I made a fool of myself."

“You’ve had quite the ordeal, haven’t you? And Mr. Seto?” “We parted ways at Mitsukoshi.” “Shall I continue with what we were discussing earlier?” “Please do.”

And Mr. Adachi sat upright formally. “Smiling like that—how calculating of you.” “Something truly wonderful happened.” “I met Miss Yoshiko at Mitsukoshi!” “Goodness!”

“I was with Mr. Bisuke.” “Might I inquire as to your meaning?” “Ah.” “That’s an auspicious start.” “I think so too.”

“But you mustn’t tell Mr. Seto about this matter.”

“Why?” “Because this isn’t an employment matter, it would be best to keep it secret from everyone until things take some shape.” “I know that, but since Seto’s like an older brother to me, I tried consulting him.” “Thinking he might have some sound advice.” “Honestly, you are such a…” “Whenever I see tropical fish in a glass tank, I always think of you.” “Do I really resemble something so grotesque?”

“It’s not your face.” “Because your insides are completely transparent.” “Ha ha ha.”

“If I were you, I’d be wary of Mr. Seto at this point.” “Is there a risk he might collude with the enemy?” “That’s exactly why you’re no good. Even Mr. Seto was in this area until just the other day, so he might very well have intentions of his own, you know.” “Seto’s fine.”

“That’s precisely where you’re being careless.” “Seto is solely focused on his studies. Since he plans to get his degree, unlike us, he has no interest in women.” “As if he doesn’t have any! Didn’t he go all the way to Nihonbashi on his little expedition?” “That was a joke.” “When you asked him ‘Do you like me?’, he reacted like a wild beast lunging at its prey!” “I see.” “I can tell people’s true feelings by the look in their eyes. The one who’s always gawking at my face is Mr. Seto.”

Mrs. Ootani was strongly self-assured.

“But surely he doesn’t have any intention of proposing?” “I can’t say anything for certain.” “With matters like these, you never know what sort of person might come crawling out from where.” “Mrs. Ootani, you’ve had experience with this sort of thing, haven’t you?” “That’s no joking matter.” “Mr. Adachi.” “I beg your pardon.” “When you confided in him, what sort of attitude did Mr. Seto take?” “From his reaction, I guessed right.”

“Look here. He’s gone and hired a detective.” “Well…”

“What did you say?” “I told him that Yoshikawa had beaten me to the punch.” “No, it’s Mr. Seto.” “He’s saying there’s no chance.” “He says it’s a one in ten chance.” “Mr. Seto will certainly make a proposal.” “He did ask about Mr. Yoshikawa’s go-between, didn’t he?” “I see.”

“Someone who isn’t interested wouldn’t go making such prying inquiries.”

“That’s true.” “I consider Mr. Seto a more formidable opponent than Mr. Yoshikawa. Not only does he have an excellent academic record, but his father is also a rather high-ranking government official, wouldn’t you agree?” “His father is the Director of the Home Affairs Department in XX Prefecture. He said if he gets promoted this time, he’ll become governor.” “Even if his family were on par with Mr. Yoshikawa’s, the fact that he’ll obtain his degree and has prospects of becoming a university professor makes him a drastically different contender.” “Someone like me is already done for. Our family’s assets are nothing but horses.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your circumstances either.” “However, it’s rather far away in Hokkaido after all.” “Seto said something like that too.” “What a bother.” “I’ve made a point of coming here because I thought it wouldn’t do for you to be the one to bring it up, you see.” “If that’s how it was, you should’ve told me so sooner.”

“But we were in the middle of our conversation, weren’t we?”

“I hadn’t counted him in until now, but this guy’s a formidable enemy.” “That’s true.” “If that guy sets his mind to something, there’s nothing he won’t do.” “To tell the truth, I was a bit appalled today.”

And Adachi found himself recalling something. It was a world where one couldn’t afford to let down their guard.

Adachi found himself forced to acknowledge that two close friends had become two rivals in the span of a single day.

Competition is competition; friendship is friendship. “Dear Father and Mother, In this season when the heavens stretch high and horses grow stout, I humbly congratulate Your Excellencies on your ever-increasing health and prosperity. Furthermore, as I have been dutifully employed without incident since joining the company, I respectfully beg your peace of mind. Now then, though abrupt, as there has arisen on this occasion a favorable marriage proposal, I humbly consult Your Excellencies. The other party is the third daughter of Rear Admiral Junior Fourth Rank, Second Class of the Order, Fourth Grade of Merit Hashimoto Naonobu, whose social standing is unimpeachable. The go-betweens are none other than Mr. and Mrs. Ootani. For my own part, while there is as yet no need for haste, having been most earnestly entreated—and since I shall in any event receive it—I have concluded it best to settle the matter and hereby express my consent of my own accord. When living in Tokyo, a person from Tokyo is after all most suitable. The success of a company employee depends in one respect upon social connections; therefore, obtaining a suitable helpmate is of utmost importance. This may be understood even by observing Mr. Ootani’s household. I humbly entreat that upon obtaining Your Excellencies’ consent, you would deign to formally entrust this matter once more to Mr. and Mrs. Ootani. “And so forth.”

Adachi-kun made it a rule to write exclusively in classical Japanese when corresponding with his parents. There had been times when he’d written in colloquial style, but experience had taught him that classical Japanese was more appropriate. Originally, he had little business with his parents beyond requesting money. When he wrote to them saying, “My coat has become tattered and shabby, so please send forty yen immediately,” they refused, replying, “It is often the case that students fabricate pretexts to extract funds for their profligacy from their families back home.” Because my brother had deceived them, even I came under suspicion. When he wrote back stating, “As my coat has become entirely unusable, I hereby humbly submit the tailor’s receipt for your reference regarding its replacement, and earnestly entreat your assistance,” they promptly sent the funds this time. From that time onward, he had learned that classical Japanese yielded better results.

A coat was one thing. Since this concerned a lifelong commitment, having objections raised would be disastrous. “All particulars shall be communicated to you by Mr. Ootani in due course, I respectfully inform you.” “I remain, with deepest respects regarding the foregoing matters.” “Mrs. Ootani, since I’ll be sending it out written like this, please submit the proposal tomorrow as well.” And Adachi showed the letter.

“This differs somewhat, does it not? We would never make such a recommendation, I assure you.” “But didn’t you recommend it? You were the one who suggested it first!” “I did raise the matter, certainly—but this phrasing makes it appear entirely our responsibility.” “Then take responsibility for it properly! I implore you.” “There exists no actual proposal yet—we must create one from scratch.” “I leave that part entirely to your discretion.” “Though I’m striving my utmost to prevent your defeat, I cannot guarantee you’ll secure it without fail.”

“I see.”

“For His Excellency’s household may have their own circumstances to consider, and there are two formidable competitors in play, you see.” “I shall do all within human power and await Heaven’s decree.” “You won’t hold a grudge against me no matter what happens, will you?” “No, I won’t. I’ll be fine.” “In that case, as soon as the reply arrives, I shall pay a visit to Mr. Hashimoto.” “The reply is certain to come. Didn’t you say there had been such a request from my family?”

“But formal negotiations are an entirely different matter,” “I must approach them with meticulous care.” “You’re remarkably composed about this.” “For my part—might it not be prudent to observe due deliberation?” “I’d maintain perfect equanimity were there no rivals,” “but having been forestalled already—if these excessive formalities ruin everything, Mrs.Ootani, the blame rests entirely with you.”

“Oh now, now.” “At any rate, please submit the proposal tomorrow.” “If we don’t have your family’s approval, it simply won’t do, you know.” “I’ll be scolded by my husband, you know.”

Mrs. Ootani assumed a cautious stance. That following evening, Adachi considered scouting out Yoshikawa's place but held back, his discomfort prevailing. Marching over to the home of the man who'd outwitted him would be showing too much goodwill. This was precisely why people took him for a fool. He'd wait for them to come to him first before launching his counterattack. As he agonized over crafting a verbal dagger sharp enough to pierce his rival's heart, his excitement mounted until his own chest thudded violently. A clash was inevitable now. But he didn't mind.

“Mr. Adachi, there’s a telephone call from Mr. Komiya.”

And the maid announced.

When he went out to answer, after Komiya apologized for having been absent the previous day and thus causing inconvenience, he mentioned wanting to invite everyone to his house once.

“How about it?” “That’s fine.” “I want you to meet Wakako.” “That’s already been settled.” “No, she hasn’t met Seto yet.” “You’ve only just met her briefly yourselves, so you probably don’t know her true worth yet, right?” “True worth?” “Her real value.” “Huh.” “Wakako also wants to talk with you all.” “Because I’m always talking about you all, you’ve got quite the credibility going, you know.”

“Thank you.” “So it’s been settled that there’s nothing formal about it, but...” “Please come by around four o’clock in the evening the day after tomorrow.” “Since it’s a public holiday, that should be all right, shouldn’t it?” “Okay.” “Wakako will show off her cooking skills.” “Is Yoshikawa going too?” “Of course I’ll have him come.” “You, Yoshikawa, and Seto.” “Alright.” “I just called Yoshikawa.” “Because your line was busy.”

“Hmm.” “The day after tomorrow at four in the evening.” “Got it.” “Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

“Goodbye.” “Hey.” “What is it?” “You haven’t forgotten something, have you?” “Well…” “Give my regards to Wakako.” “Okay. Give her my regards.” “Ha ha ha!” “Take care.” “Hey.” “What is it?” “As expected, Yoshikawa is more perceptive than you. He already said hello to Wakako without needing a reminder. You failed the test.” “……”

The single remark “You failed” struck Adachi with particular force at that moment. Seto had said something almost along those same lines. Admittedly, Adachi was viewing this through a distorted lens—but when it came to Komiya, he was utterly impartial. He harbored not the slightest ulterior motive.

“Adachi.”

Mr. Ootani called out from his study. The telephone was in the parlor. “Yes.” “Please come in for a moment.” “I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

And Adachi entered. With Mrs. Ootani, he felt no need for reserve, but her husband made him uneasy.

“Not at all.” “Please have a seat.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard from my wife that some peculiar competition is about to begin, is that right?”

“Well…” “What sort of situation is this? Close friends...” “There’s no helping it.” “No matter who wins, it’ll be awkward, I tell you. There was such a case among my own friends too.”

“I see.” “They were close friends, but they’ve been at odds ever since.” “Isn’t that just pointless?”

“……” “Since there are plenty of other candidates to be found if you look, why not broaden your search?” “Well…”

“There’s no need to take risks.” “It’s a matter of pride for me.” “This is rather troublesome.” “Competition is competition, and friendship should be friendship.” “I’ll find some way to strike a balance.” “But in reality, it doesn’t work out so neatly.” “If they were truly gentlemen who could reach a compromise, they wouldn’t have quarreled in the first place.” “……” “Adachi, you must think this through carefully.” “Yes.” “It’s a question of whether you’ll gain two close friends or make two enemies.” “If you don’t compete, Yoshikawa will always remain your close friend.” “The wife of a close friend would still be a close friend, wouldn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“For when a close friend becomes an enemy, and the one you care for goes off with that enemy, you can hardly bear to look.”

“……” “You’ll become so discouraged you won’t be able to focus on your company work.” “It’ll even affect your career advancement.”

“Yes.” “Not only will you lose close friends, but you’ll also lose your self-confidence.” “This is significant, I tell you.” “You’ve made such a good start—what a waste that would be!” Mr. Ootani kept imagining only scenarios where he lost. He seemed utterly convinced Adachi stood no chance of winning. Adachi grew thoroughly exasperated. At that moment, Mrs. Ootani,

“Mr. Adachi, Mr. Yoshikawa has arrived.”

she called out from the parlor. It was the perfect opportunity to make his exit. Adachi-kun went to the entrance, but Yoshikawa-kun had already gone upstairs.

“What’s up?”

“It’s nothing.” “You got a call from Komiya-kun, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Are you going?” “I’m going.” Adachi-kun answered curtly each time. “By the way, I came here to tempt you.” “What do you say?” “How about keeping me company in Ginza now?”

“No.”

“Why?” “I can’t bring myself to feel that way.”

“Are you in a foul mood?” “Obviously!” “Well, well.” “So you’ve already caught on.” “What do you take me for—a fool?” “Color me impressed.” “Truth is, there’s something I need to hash out with you—get your understanding.” “Meant to do this over drinks, but here’ll do.”

And Yoshikawa-kun abandoned Ginza and settled down. In Adachi-kun’s mind, the aphorism he had just conceived was swirling. "I’ll listen with my guard up." "At least I still have a conscience." "Though it’s a bit numb." "As you’ve no doubt guessed, it’s the Hashimoto matter." "The marriage proposal just came up suddenly." "Did it start on its own? Or did you start it?" "The other day, through a third party, the matter was broached." "Which way was it directed? To your side? To their side?"

“The questioning’s getting intense, huh.” “It can’t be helped.” “I approached them first.” “Look. You made the proposal yourself, then lied as if they’d approached you.” “I didn’t follow through. I meant to go through with it, but I reconsidered.” “So this is what you call a pickpocket’s trick, huh?” Adachi-kun, having prepared himself thoroughly, left no openings. “You’ve grown quite cunning yourself.”

“It’s because I have a good teacher.” “I’m no match for this.” “Using flattery to deceive won’t work. Wasn’t there a promise between us to handle that matter fairly and squarely?” “That’s exactly why I came to tell you.” “Is getting a head start what you call fair and square?” “A day or two’s head start can’t be helped. It’s not like we can both go make proposals together.” “Anyway, the right thing would’ve been to discuss it beforehand, don’t you think?” “I panicked and didn’t have the chance... you.”

“What?” “Seto’s already made his proposal.” “Huh?” “Mrs. Maruo found out and told my mother, so I was startled like a bird flushed from underfoot and had my proposal submitted too.” “What a piece of work Seto is.” “Didn’t you notice anything at all?” “No, he came yesterday.” “That might have been him coming to check on the situation after all.” “What time yesterday?” “From the afternoon.” “It’s strange that he’d come this far and not stop by my place.” “He must’ve been scouting—no doubt about it.”

And Yoshikawa-kun kept tilting his head repeatedly. “He asked me something like, ‘It’s already started, hasn’t it?’” “Then, while we were talking, he started saying all sorts of strange things.” “That’s why I had a hunch this guy was up to something, but I never thought he’d actually gone and proposed.” “What kind of things did he say?” “He kept probing and asking questions persistently. “That’s why I realized he was interested.”

At this point, Adachi-kun found it necessary to gloss over certain parts of his account.

“Ha ha ha.” “What’s that?” “Putting on a cautious front.” “Why?”

“You really are honest. Whenever you lie, you always start with ‘that’s why’—” “Would I tell a lie? I’m not like you.” “You’re having Mrs. Ootani here do some scouting for you and then taking credit for it as your own achievement.” Yoshikawa-kun’s remark was not entirely off the mark. “If that’s what you think, then by all means think it.”

“Even I didn’t notice,” Yoshikawa said, tilting his head repeatedly. “I thought Seto was purely a scholar who only cared about studying.” “When did he submit his proposal?” Adachi asked. “Apparently recently.” “The matchmaker?” “That part isn’t clear either, but given it’s him, he must be using someone influential without a doubt.” “Are you using Mrs. Maruo?” “Hmm.” Yoshikawa’s lips twisted wryly. “The cat’s already out of the bag, so there’s no point hiding it. You’re using Mrs. Ootani here, aren’t you?” “That’s right.” “This must be fate.” Yoshikawa barked a laugh devoid of humor. “The matchmakers themselves are sworn enemies.”

"I see, it's quite the predicament." "But we should conduct ourselves with complete fairness."

“You went and got the jump on me, didn’t you?” “There’s no such cowardly intention on my part! Since my mother had Mrs. Maruo scout the situation, it’s a matter between my mother and Mrs. Maruo. I didn’t think I needed to report every detail to you, so I acted on my own. But here I am, properly coming to seek your understanding.” “I’ll let it slide.” “Have you already proposed?” “It’s yet to come. There’s no use in us fighting.” “I can’t help it either, but let’s not fight.”

“Why?”

“Since everything will be decided by Miss Yoshiko’s wishes and the Hashimoto family’s circumstances, I bear absolutely no responsibility.” “It’s wrong to resent me.” “You say I resent you—are you planning to win?” “Of course.” “Don’t get cocky!” “That attitude is wrong.” “You should just go into it intending to win.” “Who in the world would start out intending to lose from the very beginning?”

“Alright.” “I want us to properly hash this out through discussion too.” “Even if you come out on top, I won’t bear any grudge.” “It’s not your doing—just how the chips fell.”

“I get it,” said Adachi. “We’ll keep competition as competition and friendship as friendship.” “How about one more thing?” Yoshikawa pressed. “Now that we’ve come this far, won’t you go a step further?” “What do you have in mind?” “Withdraw.” His voice took on a conspiratorial edge. “Let the competition vanish—leave only friendship behind.” Adachi barked a laugh. “Brilliant scheme! Why don’t you lead by example?”

“I suppose there’s no helping it?”

“There’s no helping it.” “Now that it’s come to this, the boldest one is Seto.”

“Hmm.” “He outmaneuvered us and is acting innocent.” “He acted innocent while outmaneuvering us.” “Now that I look back, it was all premeditated.” “His very intelligence makes his schemes profound.” “When I meet him day after tomorrow, I’ll tear off that mask of his.”

“No, it’s more amusing to watch quietly. Because he thinks we don’t know yet, he’ll put on all sorts of acts. If it gets unbearable, I’ll step in.”

“I’ll step in too.”

“I thought I was quite the schemer, but there’s always someone better.” “It’s true.” “Since I’ve been outdone by both of them, I must be the most honest one after all.”

And Adachi-kun admitted this himself.

The Matchmakers’ Beauty Contest

Yoshikawa-kun continued talking for a little while longer before taking his leave and departing.

As if she had been waiting for just that moment, Mrs. Ootani came up.

“Mr. Adachi, I’ve been scolded by my husband.” “Right.” "My husband seems to think I’ve been suggesting unnecessary things." "As we discussed earlier, it appears he’s opposed." “If it weren’t for this competition with Yoshikawa-san, I could properly arrange everything for you, but seeing how things stand…” “Am I just supposed to lose without a fight?” “It seems my husband does think that way.”

“Given how things look, should I simply resign myself to giving up?” “After all, they made the first proposal, and their family background is beyond reproach...” “I see.” “That’s precisely his point.” “Whichever of you prevails, it will sow discord between you.” “That was never my intention.” “We’ve just spoken and reached a mutual understanding.” “Should you suffer defeat—perish the thought—my husband insists we, as your guarantors, would find ourselves unable to account for this outcome to your family.”

“That’s just how circumstances are—there’s nothing to be done about it.” “Can you really bring yourself to give up so easily?” “Oh.” “If that’s how it is, can’t you just think of Miss Yoshiko Hashimoto as someone who never existed in the first place?” “……” “Even if I have to wear iron sandals, I’ll find you someone far more beautiful than her.” “Are even you giving up on me now?” “That’s not the case, but this is a consultation.” “You’re suddenly changing your story.”

“I want to support you with all my strength, but my husband says it would be best to advise you to abandon this course now before it’s too late.”

And Mrs. Ootani launched into a lengthy explanation of the circumstances. In Adachi-kun’s family, his eldest brother had entered a certain private university only to start squandering money soon after, which ultimately compelled him to drop out midway. Given their resolution not to send their sons far from home, his second brother had to settle for completing only middle school. The reason Adachi-kun had been able to pursue his studies in Tokyo was due to the strict guardianship of Mr. Ootani. The Ootanis found themselves inundated with one request after another. Though Adachi-kun had fortunately graduated without incident and broken through the employment front, involving himself in this competitive marriage proposal now—and potentially failing—might lead him down a path of self-destructive despair. After all, he had managed to progress smoothly thus far. Mr. Ootani, with his strong sense of responsibility, argued that he did not want Adachi taking such risks by staying close.

“……” “Couldn’t you marry someone even better than Miss Yoshiko and show Yoshikawa-san what he’s missing?” “That’s enough. If you’re going to pretend it’s for my sake—” Because Adachi-kun was so fixated, he couldn’t recognize people’s kindness.

“You mustn’t get upset now.” “Up until this very moment, I considered you my confidant.” “This is so difficult—I’m caught in the middle.” “I can’t back down now as a man. I just told Yoshikawa-kun we’d compete fair and square.” “There is also the approach of making concessions and having others feel indebted to you.” “No, I think it’s because if I concede, I won’t stand a chance. Because Yoshikawa-kun is scrutinizing my every move.” “Did you say Mr. Yoshikawa has already submitted his proposal?”

“Oh,” he said. “The matchmaker is Mrs. Maruo.” “Good heavens!”

And Mrs. Ootani’s face paled. “That Mrs.—she’s quite influential!” “……” “Because we’ve already been cast aside,” “There’s no way you’d abandon me.” “That’s enough now.”

Adachi-kun snapped and crossed his arms.

It was by no means an amicable situation.

In that neighborhood, it was said that the title of most beautiful wife belonged to either Mrs. Ootani or Mrs. Maruo. Both were brimming with confidence. And since there were just enough facts to substantiate their reputations, their competition became evenly matched. Mrs. Maruo was the wife of a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Finance. She was two or three years younger than Mrs. Ootani. However, the true age of a beauty was impossible to discern. Mrs. Ootani, who boasted of being five or six years younger, believed that her greater age was her only disadvantage. In all other respects, she was determined not to be outdone. If it came to a high-ranking official and a branch manager, their husbands’ social standings must have been roughly comparable. Neither had children, so beyond tending to themselves, they had no particular concerns. One day, the two women happened to meet at Mitsukoshi. While Mrs. Ootani was examining the kimono patterns, she suddenly noticed that Mrs. Maruo was standing right beside her. On the surface, their interactions remained impeccably proper.

“Oh my! Madam.” “My, my.” “If there’s anything that catches your fancy, please help yourself to as much as you like.” “Thank you very much. Ohoho…” “Madam, how do you think this looks on me?”

Mrs. Ootani held up the item she had been examining to her shoulder and asked for her opinion. “Well…” “Isn’t this a lovely pattern?” “The pattern itself is quite fine, but by any measure, it’s a bit... well...” “In what way?” “It’s rather flashy, don’t you think?”

Mrs. Maruo replied nonchalantly. Mrs. Ootani did not forget this grudge. She declared there was no one more ignorant of etiquette than that woman. It used to be Mrs. Ootani’s solitary stage, but about three years prior, the Maruo family had moved from the provinces next to Yoshikawa’s residence. It was a rented house where Yoshikawa lived. When Mrs. Ootani visited the Yoshikawa household, she was introduced to Mrs. Maruo by the wife. The impression from that occasion had been disagreeable.

In her conversation with Mrs. Yoshikawa, Mrs. Maruo— "In the countryside, space was so limited that we inevitably had to mingle with private-sector people too." "That proved rather trying." —was said to have reminisced. Banks belonged to the private sector. Mrs. Ootani felt profoundly insulted. Shortly afterward, Mr. Ootani remarked— "I just encountered an exceedingly beautiful lady over there—where might she be from? "I saw her recently too."

and brought it up. “Did she catch your eye?” “Mhm.” “She’s a Mrs. Maruo—one of those wives who can’t stand the private sector.” “Huh?” “She’s a high-ranking official’s wife. She moved into Yoshikawa-san’s rented house.” “Anyway, she’s a beautiful woman.”

“Darling, do you really think you can fulfill your duties as branch manager with that attitude?”

Mrs. Ootani was barking up the wrong tree.

A bank is a financial institution. Upon hearing that Mrs.Maruo had volunteered to act as Yoshikawa-kun’s matchmaker, she could not possibly back down. Indeed, because of that very reason, Adachi-kun was on the verge of tears right before her eyes. Even women have their own code of gallantry. “Mr.Adachi.” “……” “Mr.Adachi, I will take it upon myself.” “I-I see.”

“My husband won’t oppose as long as there’s a prospect,” said Mrs.Ootani. “I’ll set about persuading him.” “I humbly ask for your assistance,” Adachi replied. “Once a letter arrives from your family, I will call on the Hashimotos.” “Even if I fail,” Adachi said, his voice tightening slightly, “I’ll never succumb to despair.” “We will succeed.” Mrs.Ootani’s fan snapped shut like a military baton. “This is something we must win at all costs.”

“Of course I want to win, but...”

“We will win.” “No matter what happens, I won’t lose.”

Mrs. Ootani had come to admonish him, but now everything seemed more promising once again.

The Tanuki-ana Four

On the evening two days later at four o'clock, Adachi and Yoshikawa set out together to visit Komiya. On the way there, “Hey, Seto stopped by the Hashimotos’ place the other day.”

“Hey,” said Yoshikawa. “Hmm.” “The courtship’s already begun.” “How’d you know that?” “Just heard it from Sukemasa-san.” “Got me completely cornered!” “We’ve been outmaneuvered from the start.” “Hmm.”

“He must be going through some highly influential channels.” “Apparently their policy is to decide through courtship.” “They say both of his older sisters were handled the same way.” “Then shouldn’t there be some formal notice coming your way too?”

“I’m waiting, but...” “Wouldn’t they have set grade conditions like a company application? If you don’t qualify, then I’ll naturally fail too.”

And Adachi recalled the first condition he had heard from Mrs. Ootani. "He must have submitted his proposal quite some time ago." "Since we had absolutely no idea, we're being extra thorough." "Speaking of results, we're undoubtedly complete fools—but in the end, I trusted him. Since it'll become a habit, we need to take care of this once and for all." "Are you going to beat him up?" "No, I won't resort to physical force. This is an important matter for me too, you know."

“Are you going to press him?” “Hmm.” “He should have at least given some notice.” “Since he knew about our competition and outmaneuvered us.”

Yoshikawa was quite agitated.

Komiya and Wakako welcomed the two of them. The purpose of Komiya’s invitation that day was to return thanks for the recent celebration of his engagement, but it was also to show off Wakako. The two of them had been prepared for that as well. “Go easy on us, will ya?” “What about?” “Ha ha ha!” “I don’t get it.”

“Ohohoho!” Wakako showed not the slightest hint of shyness. She was someone who was nothing but cheerful. With Komiya-kun’s cheerful disposition too, theirs would make for an ideal household. Just as they had gotten deep into conversation, Seto-kun arrived. “Adachi-kun, I must apologize for the other day.” “I won’t carelessly keep company with you anymore.”

“Why?” “You drag me all the way to Nihonbashi, leave me there, then just say ‘Goodbye’ and walk off?” “That’s precisely why I said I was being rude.” “There’s more to it, isn’t there? You’ve been outrageously rude about this whole thing.”

Adachi-kun was an honest soul, so whatever was in his heart immediately spilled from his lips.

Komiya-kun’s place had a shop in the front and a residence in the back. Contrary to its outward appearance, the interior was quite spacious. Komiya-kun was to become a live-in son-in-law and inherit the fortune built over two generations. He was the third generation. The responsibility weighed heavily. Komiya-kun’s birth family also ran a long-established shop in Nihonbashi, which was even larger than his adoptive family’s. Komiya-kun had been earnestly requested by his uncle and aunt. Since he had been acquainted with Wakako since childhood, there had apparently been no hesitation at all. The uncle and aunt briefly showed their faces. After being introduced to each of them by Komiya-kun,

“We humbly ask for your continued kindness from now on. “Please relax and make yourselves at home.”

With just that, they withdrew. After that, all reserve vanished. With Wakako-san mediating, the conversation over the meal grew animated. "Among us here, who do you think will be first to establish a household?"

Komiya-kun posed the question. “That’s you. You already have someone sitting right beside you.” “I’m getting sick of this. Asking something so obvious just to butter me up.” “Now that you mention it, the same goes for what happened earlier.”

The three of them had already been thoroughly cornered. "I'm already settled myself, but among you three..." "Well..."

“I wonder who it could be.”

When Komiya-kun prompted them, the three fell silent in unison. From the discussion of how individual interactions would eventually become family interactions, their reminiscences shifted to which pair among the four of them had known each other the longest.

"That would be me and Yoshikawa-kun," said Adachi. "That's right. We're the originals," Yoshikawa-kun responded.

“It’s been since the entrance exam, you know. There was this guy sitting next to me who’d sometimes peek at my answers.” “You’re lying!” “Ha ha ha…” “You’re the one who peeked. You even asked to borrow a knife.” “That must have been when we first started talking.” “Even though we ended up on the same train home, you acted like you didn’t know me.” “When I got off, you got off too. Because you followed me around, I thought you were a weird guy.” “We were on the same train again the next day too, weren’t we?”

“Hmm. So that’s how I realized this guy was from around here after all,” said Adachi. “But when I left my hometown, I’d been turned down back there, so I couldn’t just casually strike up a friendship.” “I didn’t give two hoots about you,” Yoshikawa shot back. “Took one look and knew you were some country rube. Had a hand towel hanging from your waist and everything.” “Ouch. That stings.” “We met again on results day, didn’t we? You said ‘Omedetou’ first, so I figured I’d return the courtesy.” “You asked me, ‘You a tanuki too?’” Adachi recalled. “I didn’t get it at all.” “Then you rephrased—‘You live in Tanuki-ana?’” “Ah! That’s when I realized it was wordplay.”

“That’s your country bumpkin side showing.” “I learned that ‘country bumpkin’ phrase from you too.” “You said I was some hick fresh outta Hokkaido.” “You never teach me anything worthwhile.”

“You’ve come a long way since those days.” “What the hell, you bastard!”

And now, Adachi-kun was finally his equal. “As for me, it’s me and Seto-kun. This is rather amusing. Even though we were sitting at the same desk, we didn’t speak for a whole week—so Seto-kun’s quite an odd one too.” Komiya-kun began. “Ha ha ha!” Seto-kun acknowledged being an eccentric. “Then on Saturday, I stopped by Shienkan on my way home from school. When it grew light and I looked around, there was Seto-kun next to me. ‘Hey,’ I said for the first time. We both did it at the same time. I thought you were someone I could talk to, you know.”

“Oh, so that’s how it was,” said Seto. “Until then, I’d always thought you were some utterly harmless stick-in-the-mud. Goes to show how wildly humans can misjudge each other.” “Quit your nonsense,” Komiya shot back. “Wakako will scold you for that.” Seto laughed heartily. “We suddenly became thick as thieves after that,” Komiya continued. “You were living in Takanawa back then, weren’t you? That grubby little boarding house of yours?” “When I moved out from there,” Seto explained, “I just happened to land near these two. Once I got chummy with them, you naturally got roped into our Tanuki-ana crew too.”

"For the past six years since then, we've all been in perfect harmony." "There's truly nothing comparable to this sort of thing." "It would rank with Guan Zhong and Bao Shu, Damon and Pythias." "How strange these bonds of fate can be." "Now now, let's draw the line there." "Don't go reading too much into it."

Komiya-kun’s words were not necessarily solely about Wakako-san.

A contorted posture

They had talked until nearly ten o'clock. No sooner had they left Komiya-kun's place than Yoshikawa-kun signaled to Adachi-kun with his eyes.

“Seto-kun, would you keep me company around here for a bit?” he proposed. “It’s started right away, hasn’t it? But it’s already late.” “I’m not asking you to drink. I have something to discuss.”

“Let’s leave it for another time. Haven’t we already hashed this out completely?” “Just come over to that dark spot there.”

“Impressive.” “What is it?” “What on earth—”

The quick-witted Seto had already grasped what this was about. “This might take some time.” “I have to go home now and prepare for tomorrow’s reading assignment, so I can’t be dealing with a drunkard.” “If you have something to say, I’ll hear it while we walk.” “What do you mean by ‘drunkard’?” “If I’m wrong, I’ll take it back. "But what's this about?" "Getting all formal—"

“There’s something I want to ask. Did you propose to Miss Hashimoto?” “Is that what this is about? I proposed.” “Why are you acting like you don’t know?” “It hasn’t progressed enough to announce yet. However, since you already know, this works out perfectly. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Don’t take me for a fool. You went behind my back!” “Outsmarted?” “Obviously.” “I don’t recall any such thing.” “Because I proposed entirely on my own responsibility.” “You’re the very definition of ‘a thief acting bold.’” “I’m too appalled to speak.”

And Yoshikawa-kun flared up. “Seto-kun, what did you say when you came to my place the other day? Aren’t you being a bit lacking in sincerity?”

And Adachi-kun pressed forward. The two of them were completely taken aback. The opponent had thought they would immediately concede without a fight. “Since we talked for over an hour, I must have said all sorts of things. But in short, since you asked whether you could beat Yoshikawa and about your chances, I intended to answer each and every point with sincerity.”

"That's not the issue! You kept quiet about having proposed, didn't you? You nodded along like it had nothing to do with you!" "As I've been saying all along, it's because the time hasn't come to make an announcement." "You outsmarted us." "You're being oddly subjective here. Isn't a proposal something everyone handles on their own responsibility? I don't think being close friends means you have to consult them about everything." "That's what you call an evasion!"

And Yoshikawa-kun declared conclusively.

“Wait.” “Are you picking a fight with me?”

“Depending on how this goes, I won’t hold back.” “If we discuss this calmly, you’ll understand, Adachi.” “What is it?” “Why don’t you propose as well? I did suggest that back then.” “Of course I’ll propose. But I’m saying it’s cruel how you’re pretending not to know after getting ahead.”

“I didn’t pull any underhanded tricks. You’re grasping at some strange connection here. Did I ever make a promise with you two to propose together?” “There wasn’t any such thing.” “I fully intend to act freely. I’d be inconvenienced if you tried to drag me into your own relationship.” “…………”

“Or do you two have some special claim on the Hashimoto family?” “…………” “If this were a case of me cutting in after you had all proposed, I would need to give notice and seek your understanding—but I was first.” “Having complaints directed at me feels completely backward.” And Seto-kun remained perfectly calm. Adachi-kun had been thoroughly outmaneuvered. “Your logic may be sound, but...” And Yoshikawa-kun took over.

“If you’ve understood, then isn’t that fine?” “But there’s such a thing as context. Are you going to sacrifice our friendship for this? Then answer the rest!” “Do you still have such doubts at this point? We four just compared ourselves to Guan Zhong, Bao Shuya, Damon, and Pythias moments ago.” “Then I’ll ask: Did you anticipate that the two of us would propose to Miss Hashimoto?” “No, not at all.” “Don’t lie. Didn’t you ask me the other day whether the competition had already started?”

“I did ask that.”

“You only asked because you’d already anticipated it, didn’t you?”

“It was just that Adachi-kun’s tone back then gave me a vague sense of that, so I asked.”

"No, you must have known about us two from the start." "That's precisely why I say you're being subjective!" "I'm busy too." "How could I possibly know what arrangements you've made when we barely meet these days?" "It's been this way since our school days." "I trusted you all along." "Wasn't the Tanukizume Group's true purpose supposed to be academic pursuits first?" "That was something you decided unilaterally." "You agreed to it too, didn't you?" "If I'd opposed you back then, I wouldn't have gotten any exam help - that's why I went along with everything you said during our student days." "But now it's different."

“How is it different now?” “I won’t let your selfishness pass.”

“The things you say keep getting stranger and stranger. I don’t recall ever looking after you all. We only studied together. We were both being selfish, don’t you think? I believed you all were also putting academics first, so I never imagined there were other concerns. Isn’t that what you’d call respect toward you all?” “That’s a lie—you did know!” “That’s impossible.” “If you think there are students without a care in the world besides their studies, then you’ve got no common sense.”

“This is a preposterous argument,” Yoshikawa retorted. “How can anyone endure being held accountable for every trifle when they can’t even fathom what secrets lie buried in a friend’s heart?”

Seto-kun remained every bit the senior figure. Yoshikawa-kun too found himself outmatched. By the time they reached the tram stop, they'd exhausted all their arguments.

“So it’s a three-way competition after all.” Adachi-kun had no choice but to acknowledge the current state of affairs. “I think it’s only proper for you lot who came barging in afterward to make some sort of formal gesture.”

“There’s no arguing with that.” “That’s what we should be saying!” “This is too much trouble—let’s just settle it here and now.” “What’re you gonna do?”

Seto-kun felt somewhat uneasy. Though quick with his tongue, his small build left him no match in physical strength - especially against two opponents. "When arguments don't get through in debate, you generally know what comes next, don't you?" "We're men too." "Don't be ridiculous!" "I mean it." "Hey, Yoshikawa-kun." "Hmm, let's have you come over to that dark spot there." "I won't put you through any more trouble."

Yoshikawa-kun seized Seto-kun’s arm. It was, of course, nothing but an empty threat.

“Cut it out. This is pointless.” “Then shall we exchange formalities?” “What kind of formality?” “Go on—say you outsmarted us and apologize!”

“No way.” “That’s...” “We too have our male pride.” “This isn’t up for debate anymore.” “Then I guess I’m sorry.”

Seto-kun reluctantly bowed his head. “Now that’s excessive!” “Sorry.” “You left out the ‘outsmarted’ part.” “I’m sorry for outsmarting you.” “Alright.”

“Heh heh...”

And Adachi-kun clapped his hands. "I'll let you off." "There's no dealing with this sort of roughhousing." "That settles it then." "Was this all part of your plan from the start?"

"That's right. For justice's sake, I wouldn't hesitate even with a close friend." "Does justice without logic even exist?" "There certainly is. Justice stems from moral intuition—you act on instinct. Keep mouthing off and I'll make good on my threat!"

And Yoshikawa-kun pressed harder. During the argument, a train passed by, and after that, none came at all.

“I’ll take my leave here and walk to Kanda Station.” “That’s quicker.”

Seto-kun suggested. “No good.” "Why?"

“If we part ways here, it’ll feel like a quarrelsome farewell—that won’t do.” “Let’s take a car.” “I’ll drive you all the way to Gotanda.” “After all, forcing things pricks at one’s conscience.” “You’ll need to exercise restraint from now on, won’t you?” “Anything will suffice.” “Just leave it to me.”

Yoshikawa-kun hailed a one-yen taxi and began haggling while gripping the window frame. Adachi-kun likewise found this manner of parting unsatisfactory. Being verbally defeated was galling enough, but brandishing physical force even in jest to extract an apology struck him as cowardly. As they shared the ride to Tanuki-ana, he resolved to somehow mend matters further.

Soon after boarding the taxi, “With this duck tagging along, what’s going to happen now?”

And Seto-kun asked Adachi-kun. “A three-way standoff. Since there’s been an apology, I’ll acknowledge your position.” “Though that’s something I should be saying… Well, given the circumstances, let’s settle on a standoff.” “Let’s call it a standoff.” “That’s right. Competition is competition, and friendship is friendship.”

“That’s really true.” “Let’s do this fair and square—even if we lose, no hard feelings.”

“Hmm.” “No matter how things turn out, we’ll remain lifelong friends. “I don’t want to harbor such a petty mindset that stirs up all sorts of trouble over this.” “You seem to understand well enough, but what about your general here? “Yoshikawa-kun.” “Competition is competition, and friendship is friendship.” “I see.” “This counts as a memorable quote for Adachi-kun, doesn’t it? “And furthermore, it’s more than sufficient to serve as our mutual golden rule.” “Hmm. “You’re certainly far more levelheaded than Adachi-kun.” “What the hell are you saying?”

Yoshikawa-kun still seemed a bit drunk.

The Honest One and The Strategists

That night, Adachi-kun lay awake, turning over one thing after another in his mind. Yoshikawa-kun was a formidable rival, but Seto-kun proved even more not to be underestimated. What on earth would become of this? Just handling Yoshikawa-kun alone had been overwhelming enough, and now Seto-kun had already submitted his proposal and begun courting her. I still hadn't received a letter from my hometown. Since he had been outdone by both of them, he had to be extra vigilant. If they started evaluating from the first applicant, someone might pass before his turn even came. However, it wouldn't be decided so hastily. Even employment evaluations were held back and conducted all at once. The order of applications shouldn't be a problem. After all, the most suitable candidate would be selected.

Adachi recalled the three conditions he had heard from Mrs. Ootani and tried applying them to himself and his two rivals. The first requirement was excellent academic records and promising prospects. When it came to school grades, Seto stood head and shoulders above the rest. He left everyone else far behind. Yoshikawa and I had been roughly equal, but my class rank had been lower. In terms of future potential too, I had to concede first place to Seto. He planned to earn a degree. There was even talk of him returning to our alma mater as a professor someday. Yoshikawa worked at a company like me but enjoyed his parents' backing. That connection had landed him his job straight out of school. Though there seemed little difference between us now, I suspected the gap would widen noticeably in ten or twenty years. Thus for the first criterion, the ranking became Seto, Yoshikawa, then myself. The second condition required some measure of assets. This apparently meant a monthly salary alone wouldn't suffice. I'd grasped that much clearly. Here Yoshikawa took top position. Seto likely came next. Though he claimed his father was just some lowly clerk, being head of internal affairs sounded respectable enough. The man must have put aside decent savings. They might be more comfortable than they let on.

The fact that they weren’t struggling at all made it clear. I was the one with no prospects. I had been told that our family’s assets consisted solely of horses kept in the mountains. I hadn’t counted on them, but after thinking it over these past four or five days, I’d resolved to receive five horses worth 100 yen each per year—though whether they’d actually give them to me was anyone’s guess. Five hundred yen a year would have been equivalent to the interest on ten thousand yen. Given how low interest rates were back then, it could have been considered equivalent to fifteen thousand yen in assets. However, counting on horses that were yet to be born was akin to counting your chickens before they hatched. The second condition ranked Yoshikawa-kun first, Seto-kun second, and myself last. This made two times in a row I’d come in dead last. The third condition called for someone with as few dependents as possible—a rather demanding request—and someone unencumbered by obligations given or received. Here, I came out on top. Being the third son meant I had no dependents. Both Yoshikawa-kun and Seto-kun were eldest sons. Their parents were still around, and they had younger siblings too. Seto-kun had mentioned his grandparents being retired down in Tosa. Both carried heavy responsibilities. They didn’t satisfy the requirement of being free from marital obligations—having neither given brides nor taken sons-in-law. Third place went to me, followed by Yoshikawa-kun and Seto-kun. All three of us had taken first place once. Considering it this way, we might have been evenly matched.

The conditions went up to the third one, but there had to be another crucial one. If Yoshiko-san did not find favor, even if all other conditions were met, it would not matter.

Then Adachi-kun recalled Yoshiko-san’s visage. The scene from when I had met her at Mitsukoshi remained vividly etched in my mind. After that,I had analyzed it time and again,but there was no denying that her demeanor had been one of goodwill. I should have kept talking longer—I really cut things short. They say hindsight is a fool’s wisdom,but since Sukemasa-kun was there,I could have managed things by making use of him.

“Sukemasa-kun, shall we go up to the rooftop?”

When he suggested this, “Sis, let’s go up to the rooftop and see.” “No, since Mr. Adachi is with us.” But surely Yoshiko-san would never say such a thing. Because he had firmly declared that he would be leaving now, he found himself being forced into the elevator that had just descended, as if by an irresistible force. The elevator was packed with horses. It had exceeded its capacity. However, having each one worth 100 yen was a blessing. He tried counting how many there were, but it was beyond his reach. They continued for about a hundred meters toward the back. At the moment he thought the elevator was terrifyingly long, Adachi-kun began to snore.

The next morning, a reply arrived from his parents. If it was a marriage proposal recommended by the Ootani couple, they had no objections; they had formally made another request to the honorable couple. Mr.Ootani had decided to lend a hand because his wife had emphatically argued its prospects. He was a difficult man but listened well only to what his wife said.

“Mrs. Ootani, please take care of this promptly today.” Adachi-kun pressed the matter once more at the entranceway as he left for work.

“Understood.” “Please tell them I can receive a share of about fifteen thousand yen. You absolutely must not forget this.” “It’s all right, I’ve already considered every detail.” “Are horses supposed to be auspicious signs?”

“Huh?” “Horses. Last night I dreamed of horses. They stretched a whole chō inside the Mitsukoshi elevator.”

“Oh my!”

“Dreams are strange things, aren’t they? It felt so utterly real that it didn’t feel strange at all. After I woke up, I thought it was utterly absurd, but at the time, I was quite impressed.” “Aren’t you feeling a bit out of sorts lately?” “That might be the case.” “If trains or cars right beside you start looking a whole block away, that would be a serious matter.” And Mrs.Ootani acknowledged the need to exercise caution going forward.

Then came Mr. Ootani’s departure for work.

“Hey—my hat’s missing!” “What could be the matter? Oh! There’s Mr. Adachi’s hat here—you must have taken the wrong one by mistake.”

“I see. What a hopeless man.” “He’s completely beside himself, isn’t he?” “That’s what worries me. It’s worrying to think what might happen if he fails.” “It will succeed.” “But there’s always the ‘what if.’” “Since today is when we submit the proposal, please don’t be stingy.” “Alright, alright. Do it well for me.” “Take care.”

Mrs. Ootani promptly began applying her makeup. When going out, she wanted to make thirty-five look like twenty-five, so the effort was considerable. She was also brimming with confidence. Two or three years earlier, when she had acted as a matchmaker and initially thought the conversation utterly absurd, it turned out the groom had mistaken the wife for the bride. "There really are some absurd people out there, aren't there?" And it seemed she intended to pass this down as a kind of tale of triumph for generations to come. Mr. Ootani, too, had no objection to his wife having looked ten years younger than her real age for so long. The maid also skillfully played along. Admittedly, that made her duties easier.

“Madam.” “What is it now?” “When I’m allowed to accompany you, Madam, I feel like I can walk tall.” “Why?” “Because gentlemen turn around to look.” “They’re not looking at you, you know.” “They may be looking at you, Madam, but I can hold my head high and present him as my master.”

“Kiyo, you truly are the picture of loyalty, aren’t you?”

And Mrs. Ootani was in high spirits. In the midst of her makeup routine, Kiyo rushed in somewhat hurriedly,

“Madam, Mrs. Maruo has just passed by the front of the house.” Kiyo urgently reported.

“How dramatic.” “Because she was walking in front of the gate, Madam.” “Even Mrs. Maruo goes out for walks, you know.” “She’s not a legless person, you know.” “Yes, ma’am.” “I’ve told you I can’t stand that woman, haven’t I?” “Well…” “What do you mean, ‘just now’?” “It’s just that I thought I should mention it.” “You needn’t have mentioned it—that woman’s business.” “Yes, ma’am.” “How clueless can you be? “Doesn’t that put one in an unpleasant mood?”

And with that, Mrs. Ootani dismissed her outright. However, the maid had tried to be attentive on this occasion. Mrs. Ootani later found herself face to face with her most detested rival, Mrs. Maruo, in the Hashimotos’ parlor. “Well, well.”

“I apologize for intruding.” “I hadn’t the faintest idea myself.” “You weren’t discussing official matters, were you?” “Not at all.” “Merely idle chatter.” “Isn’t that gossip?” “A touch of that as well.”

“Oh ho ho ho. “Shall I allow you to join our little gathering?” “Please do.” The two were, of course, good neighbors on the surface. Since there was no real substance to their relationship, their meetings overflowed with goodwill. It wasn’t necessarily an act. Mrs. Hashimoto endeavored to mediate. She was vaguely aware of the relationship between the two women. She was already past fifty, so she lacked any competitive spirit. “Perfect timing. “Please, both of you, do make yourselves comfortable.” “I’ve already been rather talkative since earlier…”

“You’ve hardly overstayed your welcome.” “It’s regrettable, but I actually have an appointment at the ministry residence shortly.” “You’re such a sought-after kite, pulled every which way.” “Not at all. It’s just that I’m too good-natured, so people take advantage of me, I suppose.” “You’re quite the leading lady. So young and lovely.” “It’s quite the unexpected turn of events, I must say.” “Do keep up your vigorous activities.” “Shall I say it’s like a school of minnows? Since I’m with the wives of vice ministers and bureau chiefs, it’s so exhausting it’s quite a bother.”

“But in return, there must be some compensation for it.” “After all, you’re performing such meritorious service behind the scenes.” “He calls me a domestic impediment, you see.” “My husband says so in jest.” “Why ever would he say that?”

“I’m always out and about—he says I’ve turned our home inside out.” "My husband simply doesn’t understand my hardships."

Mrs. Maruo kept talking while half-rising from her seat. Mrs. Ootani could do nothing but listen for now. She thought this woman was truly a master of self-promotion. She was even bragging about her husband. The endless prattle about ministry residences and vice ministers and bureau chiefs reeked of affectation. "Mrs. Ootani also appears to be perpetually occupied, I see." At last, Mrs. Hashimoto seized an opening to speak to Mrs. Ootani.

"Oh..." "Mine is the kind of busyness born of poverty, I'm afraid."

“Goodness gracious, such modesty you show!” “My husband says I’m a penny-pincher at heart, so I’m always scurrying about.” “Since you’re such a star, you must be tugged every which way like a festival kite.” “Not at all—unlike someone like Mrs. Maruo, mine is a humble affair. Even among kites, it might just be a plain black one.”

“Goodness gracious!” “That may be true of social connections, but we belong to the civilian sphere, you see.” Mrs. Ootani had meant this remark to carry a pointed undertone. It fell flat. Yet Mrs. Maruo remained utterly unperturbed. Convinced that private citizens naturally deferred to bureaucratic authority, she interpreted Mrs. Ootani’s veiled sarcasm as proper deference and took her leave with cheerful finality.

Mrs. Ootani was just getting started.

“To tell the truth, Madam, I’ve come today with an urgent matter to discuss. Might I also ask you to honor me in the same manner as Mrs.Maruo?” “My face?” “Oh... In the same manner as Mr.Yoshikawa, I humbly request that our Mr.Adachi too be permitted to undergo the special deliberations.”

“Well.” “Are you referring to that matter?” “Oh... “I was begged so earnestly by Mr. Adachi that, in any case, I’ve come with the understanding that you might at least accept him into your deliberations.”

“Thank you very much. My, my—this is quite the lineup of groom candidates we have here.” “I have been informed there is another candidate besides Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Actually, there have been five since this summer.” “My, my, what a flourishing situation you have here! After all, such a beautiful young lady naturally draws attention in society.”

“But we’ve turned down two candidates, leaving us presently with Mr. Yoshikawa, Mr. Seto, and another—the colleague of her brother-in-law.” “Might I humbly request adding Mr. Adachi to that list? My husband and I personally guarantee his character.” “That would be perfectly acceptable—if it’s Mr. Adachi.” “As a third son, he aligns precisely with your stipulation of neither bestowing nor receiving inheritance.” “His family home is in Hokkaido, I understand?”

Mrs. Hashimoto had learned this through Sukemasa-kun. Adachi-kun had once bought Ainu-made bow and arrows when returning home during summer vacation and presented them as a gift to Sukemasa-kun. Mrs. Ootani vigorously emphasized that Adachi's family stood as the most prominent wealthy landowners in their village. Their lineage required no defense. The matter extended to the eldest brother's wife being the daughter of someone who had once run for the Diet, and the second brother having married the niece of a Hokkaido University professor. Though Mrs. Ootani was Tokyo-born, she had once accompanied her husband on his homecoming visit and called at Adachi's house.

“It’s a large house. In fact, his immediate older brother has established a branch family and is managing splendidly, so Mr. Adachi too can secure a stable livelihood. As for those matters, my husband will eventually inquire with your family back home, and I shall provide you with verified details.” “If he himself is reliable, I wouldn’t ask for much more, but given how young people these days generally have such meager salaries, I do think it best not to subject them to such dire poverty from the very start.”

“Mr. Adachi has estimated around fifteen thousand yen based on his brother’s share, but I’m pressing to have a house built on top of that.” “How fortunate to have such an excellent strategist advising you.” “Oh my! Oh ho ho ho.” “Since he has been with us for so long, His Excellency likely regards him as a younger brother.”

“Oh... I will spare no effort,” “And he does have such an agreeable disposition.” “I shall respond after consulting my husband, but as he has his particular methods, I ask that you kindly understand this without taking offense.”

“I humbly request your kind deliberations.” “Since my two older sisters also requested interactions with their candidates for over half a year before settling on matches, it will naturally follow the same course in this case as well.” “That would be most satisfactory.” “As you are well aware, my husband has long managed subordinates, so he maintains that one can generally understand a person upon meeting them, and thus he will meet the candidates directly. In fact, Mr. Seto also took the examination just four or five days ago.”

“Will your husband himself be conducting the examinations?” “Oh... We will conduct something like a Mental Test.” “My, my!” “It’s quite exacting, you see. Even someone I find satisfactory may fail over a trivial matter. It seems Tomoko’s son-in-law’s colleague has made some sort of blunder.” “Is he one of the three?” “Oh...”

“Thank you. The competition will ease up.” “It truly is like an entrance examination.”

Mrs. Hashimoto burst into laughter. "What sort of blunder was it?" "Since it was such a trivial matter, the groom has even lodged a protest." "When he was meeting His Excellency, an earthquake struck." "It was about two weeks ago."

“There was one, wasn’t there.” “A rather large one.” “As soon as the shaking began, this person immediately stood up and made such an uneasy face that His Excellency declared there was absolutely no prospect.”

“Oh my!” "My husband has spent his entire life aboard warships, so such shaking doesn't faze him in the slightest." "The suitor and I both pleaded for him to show some leniency regarding that matter, but he just kept shaking his head and repeating, ‘Unacceptable. Quite unacceptable,’ refusing to yield." “How terribly strict he is.” “That candidate would have passed without question had it not been for the earthquake.” “But once His Excellency forms an opinion, no force on earth can change his mind—it’s simply his immutable nature.”

“Did Mr. Seto pass?” “Oh, His Excellency said that one is quite the talent.” “He praised him highly.” “And how about Mr. Yoshikawa?” “He says he will request an audience within two or three days.”

“So the one who passes this Mental Test will be permitted to request interactions, isn’t that right?” “Oh...”

“Mr. Yoshikawa and Mr. Seto are both quite efficient, but I worry about Mr. Adachi.” “What sort of examination might it be?” “It cannot be known in advance.” “That is when the contest is decided.” “The doctor gentleman we declined the other day also made a blunder over what seems, upon reflection, a trivial matter.” “There was a painting hanging in the alcove of ducks packed into a basket, which that gentleman praised.” “Is it wrong to have praised it?”

“Not at all. My husband doesn’t understand good or bad in paintings, but since we’d just received it from a relative who’s a painter, he remembered the box inscription and said, ‘This is *Wild Geese and Ducks Packed in a Blue Basket*.’” “When you say ‘basket-packed ducks,’ does that refer to those used for year-end gifts?”

“Oh... “That was what we had commissioned.” “After saying ‘wild ducks,’ that medical scholar couldn’t properly continue.” “My husband again said, ‘Wild Ducks Packed in a Blue Basket.’” “Even I can’t get my tongue around this unless I remain quite calm.” “Gan... kamo ao... gamo...” “Even for you, Madam, is that not the case?” “Oh my!” Mrs. Ootani’s robust self found itself playfully admonished in this exchange. “That person simply could not pronounce it correctly.” “So it was concluded that that man was somewhat lacking because he couldn’t get his tongue around it.”

"Oh dear, poor thing." "In short, my husband is simply incorrigible." "I'm sure that's not entirely true..." "No, I hear he was officially ranked the Navy's top champion of obstinacy." "You mean there are higher ranks beyond that?" "It made me realize how endlessly vast this world truly is." Mrs. Hashimoto sighed, thoroughly overwhelmed by His Excellency.

That evening, Mr. Adachi returned from the company and immediately—

“Mrs. Ootani, how did it go?”

he asked eagerly. “I submitted the proposal, but there’s a Mental Test, you see.” “Ah…” “And if you don’t pass that, they say you won’t even be allowed to request an association.”

“Who will administer it?” “His Excellency.”

“Well, this is a shock.”

“He seems to be an exceedingly difficult man.” “Sukemasa told me—the grand champion of the official stubbornness rankings.” “So you did know about it after all!” “I’ve done some research. He’s the very model of austerity.” “And do you have confidence in passing when facing someone like that?” “Well…” “Right—I’ve thought up one problem myself. “If you can read this—”

Mrs. Ootani thrust forward a kitchen memo on which she had written "Wild Ducks Packed in a Blue Basket," complete with phonetic guides. “Gankamo aokagozume no zu.” “Once more.” “Gankamo aokagozume no zu. What’s this about?” Adachi delivered it flawlessly. “Impressive.” “Ga...nka-mo amo...gagu...” “It’s ‘Aokagozume.’”

“Oh dear, I can’t pronounce it properly because of the voiced consonants.” “Exactly. Voicing it is incorrect.” “Upon closer inspection, His Excellency is quite the sly one. He deliberately made mistakes to trip people up. And Mrs.Hashimoto—what a piece of work she is!”

Mrs. Ootani seethed with frustration.

His Excellency’s Mental Test

On Sunday morning, Mr. Adachi found himself ambushed by Murakami and the insurance doctor. He had made a promise and forgotten it. He was forced to undergo the examination. His health was found to be in perfect order, and he received praise from the doctor. “At our company, we welcome this sort of thing. Shall we make it about three thousand yen?” Murakami tried to pique his interest under the guise of a joke. “No way.” “Then two thousand yen.” “As promised, a thousand yen.” “Fine. I’ll give in this time. I’ll come again in a couple of days, so have the payment ready then.”

“Make it after the 25th, if you would.” “Alright, alright. Depending on your circumstances, even a Jewish payment would be acceptable.” “When you say ‘Jewish’…?” “It’s a six-month payment. A yearly one would be more economical, but you might die within six months. Jewish people consider things that far ahead, so they go with six-month payments.” “I’ll go with the Jewish payment too.” “You don’t have to worry about dying, but it’s easier that way.”

“Hmm. Make it a six-month payment and come after the 25th, if you would.”

And Adachi waited for payday. “Alright, alright. There’s also something called a Dutch payment—do you know about that?” “I don’t know.” “It means splitting the bill. That has nothing to do with insurance.”

“Hmm.” “What’s a Scottish payment?”

“I don’t know.” “This is when you’re so stingy you never pay up. And an Irish payment is…” “So there are all sorts of payments, huh?” “This one’s even nastier. That’s when you start a fight to skip out on paying the bill.” “I’d be tempted to go with that Irish payment myself. Since most of my first monthly salary is going to vanish.” “Now, now—bear with it.” “There’s no helping it.” “Speaking of monthly salaries, do you know about the ‘salaryman payment’?”

“That must be the monthly installment plan.”

“Hit the mark. What else have we got? Brush-off payment. This is our daily bread as insurance agents. Nuisance dismissal. We’re getting into progressively worse territory here.” “Mr. Murakami, since there are others waiting behind you, we’ll take our leave now.”

The insurance doctor cautioned. “Let’s be on our way.” “Off to Yoshikawa’s?”

Adachi asked.

“Yeah.” “How much?” “They’re saying two thousand yen, but I’ll have them make it five thousand.” “That guy wouldn’t bat an eye at five thousand or even six thousand yen. Unlike me, he gets it from his family.” “But you’ve got to keep at it. I went back again after that, but…” “Shall I teach you a trick?” “I’m counting on you.” “Can you lie?”

“I consider myself an expert at lying.” Murakami seemed utterly confident. However, Adachi couldn’t react quickly enough. After pondering for a short while, “When you get there, say it right away: ‘Adachi is a terrible guy. He called yesterday to cancel. We’d already set our plan in motion, so when I went over there intending to force an answer out of him, he pretended not to be home.’ You can’t let them think you met me.” “Alright. And then?”

“Then after a moment’s pause, say casually—‘Hey, there’s a house around here belonging to Hashimoto Naonobu, right?’ like you just remembered.” “Then that guy will definitely ask—‘You know about it?’” “‘Don’t know him personally, but isn’t that His Excellency of the Navy?’ ‘Hmm. So you do know.’ ‘Never met His Excellency himself, but his brother’s a director at my company.” “‘Actually got into the firm through that connection.’” “‘Since he’s my boss, I’m always coming and going from his place.’” “‘He’s quite a character,’ you finish.”

“And then?” “That should do the trick. You’d better not say anything more after that.” “What’s the situation here?” “Well… Yoshikawa has been a neighbor for years, so their households have been interacting. That’s why Yoshikawa respects His Excellency. The truth is, he’s asked His Excellency to act as a matchmaker so he can marry a certain Excellency’s daughter. Therefore, he needs to curry favor with His Excellency at this point. That being the case, if he thinks His Excellency has a connection to the company, he’ll definitely step up.”

Adachi fumbled his way through the explanation but managed to cobble together a story coherent enough for the other party to accept. It was payback for the other day. “Thank you,” said Murakami. “You’ve given me some good advice.” “Even if it doesn’t work out, there’s no harm done,” replied Adachi. “Go ahead and give it a try.” “If that’s the kind of plan you’re talking about,” Murakami countered, “I’ll rework it and handle it smoothly. I won’t cause you any trouble, so rest easy. Since you can’t trust me alone, I’ll have this doctor play a part.” He turned to the physician. “Doctor?” “I must decline.” “Play along, will you?”

“My duty is limited to conducting examinations. “Let’s hurry along.” the doctor urged.

In the afternoon, Adachi visited Yoshikawa. He was curious whether Murakami had succeeded but also thought Yoshikawa might have undergone His Excellency Hashimoto’s mental test that morning, so he went to probe the situation. “Murakami dragged a doctor over here earlier,” Yoshikawa began with the topic of insurance. “Hmm.” “You pretended not to be home, I hear. You’re a terrible guy.” “Were you fuming?” “Not really. You’re just looking down on me.”

“Did they look down on you too?” “I’d resolved myself from the start. “Since I was going to sign up anyway. “I even covered your share. “I told them not to target you anymore.” “Impressive.” “That’s how it should be. “What happened before was just a joke.” “How much did you pay?” “Five thousand yen.” “Hmm.” Adachi felt a pang of sympathy. Though Yoshikawa claimed their previous clash had been a joke, it seemed their own jest had somehow become reality.

Then Yoshikawa shifted to the topic of the previous night and began attacking Seto. Whether he had met His Excellency or not, he didn’t touch on his own situation at all. Adachi had intended to infer that if Yoshikawa acted arrogantly he must have passed, and if he seemed dejected he must have failed, but since his demeanor gave no clear indication, “How about it? “And you?”

He had no choice but to ask directly. “Still no progress here.” “But don’t they decide eligibility during the interview?” “You’re well-informed.” “Takes a schemer to spot a schemer.” “I’ve been waiting with bated breath for this Mental Test business, but...” “You must’ve pulled some strings already, haven’t you?” “Not a peep from them. “Truth is, I’d planned to settle things this morning when—damn it all—that insurance pest I’d completely forgotten about comes barging in. “The world’s rigged all wrong, I tell you.”

Yoshikawa did not seem to be lying.

“We have to go through with this no matter what this time.” “How exactly?” “This here.”

Adachi demonstrated by wetting his eyebrows with saliva. "I'll be fine." "No." "A slight problem has come up on my end. Both my father and mother were enthusiastic until we submitted the proposal, but since the other party's attitude turned oddly high-handed, they're in a bad mood. They seem to think this wasn't how things were supposed to go." "Do you realize you're competing against me?" "Mrs.Maruo only brought up Seto's case. If that's how things are, they're saying it's something to consider."

“I see.” “I might have to back out.”

“Hmm.” “Women are as numerous as the sands on the beach.” “There it is.” “This is it!” “Ha ha!” “But if you want to back out, don’t hesitate even a bit.” “Unless I meet His Excellency and talk to him, I won’t know.” “I don’t think His Excellency is simply putting on airs either.” “When there are many candidates, it’s only natural to conduct character examinations before allowing courtship.” “I’d rather view it as prudent conduct.” “Look at this!” “You’re already defending His Excellency!” “You ungrateful wretch!” “After all, human nature prioritizes brides over parents, don’t you think?”

“After all, isn’t it human nature to side with your bride over your parents?” “With that attitude before even winning her—I worry about your future prospects.” “What about you? You’ve surely proposed by now?” “No—opposition from home. A local candidate exists back there. That’s why they’re telling me to wait.” “Then by all means, play the filial son. Don’t restrain yourself on my account.”

“If you don’t obey orders, you won’t get the horse.” “What?” “It’s a horse. Horses are my family’s main asset. When I learned in numismatics that the Latin word for ‘money’ derives from ‘livestock,’ I was the one who clapped my hands in admiration.”

“You’re bragging about such trivial things.” “That’s why Mrs.Ootani says it’s better to give up.” “No way! You’re just hiding behind ‘that’s why’!”

Yoshikawa-kun suppressed his habitual mannerism. Adachi-kun couldn't tell a lie. Whenever he did, he would always preface it with "That's why..."

“Ha ha ha!” “After all, we’re going to settle this thoroughly between us.”

“Hmm.” “To tell the truth, I’ve already submitted my proposal.” “Look.” “You can’t even tell a decent lie.” “If you keep sizing things up like that, you might get a surprise later—you’ll soon realize my insincerity.”

“What you’re saying is contradictory. Wouldn’t that mean your sincerity would be recognized?” “Ha ha ha!” “You may be clumsy, but you’re sincere. That’s your strong point.” “You always have such a strange way of complimenting people.” “If it comes to the crunch, I find you more intimidating than Seto.” “Cut it out.” “It’s true. Putting aside academic knowledge and worldly skills—as a human being, you’re the most accomplished.” “Thi-i-is is it!” And Adachi-kun once again made a show of putting spit on his eyebrows—the strategic listening gesture. “By the way, what exactly is His Excellency’s Mental Test like?”

“I don’t know.” “It’s meant to knock the wind out of you.” “Given his military background, his approach is naturally ruthless.” “They say you mustn’t even flinch if an earthquake hits.” “Hmm.” “Apparently demonstrating stoic courage suffices.” “Explain the protocols in full detail.” “You’ve surely pried all the information from Mrs. Ootani.” “Only the earthquake part.”

“I heard that from Mrs. Maruo as well.” “There’s another one called ‘Gan’ao Aokago-zume.’” “What?” “The Diagram of Wild Geese and Ducks Packed in a Blue Basket.” “Try saying it in one breath.” “Gan... kamoa...” “Hey.” “Explain it more properly!” Yoshikawa-kun capitulated. After Adachi-kun added his explanation, “They place great importance on enunciation. “They’ll use this to gauge whether you usually drink alcohol or not.” he offered a reasonable interpretation. “And then?” “That’s all there is. "You should tell me what you heard from Mrs. Maruo too."

“I don’t want to.” “Why?” “Because I’d be at a disadvantage.” “I’m thinking it’d be just fine if I pass and you fail.” “You’re a terrible guy.”

“Ha ha ha!” Yoshikawa-kun deliberately put on a villainous act. “Talk.” “The truth is, I don’t have any leads.” “But Mrs. Maruo must be giving you some instructions as your matchmaker.”

“Well, two main things—you mustn’t panic even if there’s an earthquake shaking the place, and you must laugh whenever His Excellency cracks a joke.” “He tells jokes? That His Excellency?” “Hmm. But they’re apparently jokes you need to be exceptionally sharp to get. That’s why if you don’t understand one right away, he’ll immediately think you’re dim-witted. They say he considered this method the most promising for mental tests even during his active service days—so while they might not work as actual jokes, they’re probably quite challenging as exam questions.”

“Hmm.” “They don’t come right away, it seems.” “Because he latches onto something he said about an hour ago, you end up flustered.” “Then he immediately brands you as dim-witted.” “No beating that.” “Since his jokes take an hour of forethought, the advice was to always keep your focus an hour ahead when dealing with him.” “I see.” “So I came up with an idea.” “If you wrap things up in under an hour, there’ll be no time for his jokes to surface.” “I see.” “This is clever.” “However, if you botch the opening move, he’ll think you’re evading.” “The other party is solely intent on telling jokes.” “So you need to handle that part skillfully.”

“What twisted karma makes him want to crack jokes so badly?” “That’s because he’s a military man, you see. Because he’s a military man, he doesn’t want to be seen as uncouth. He’s aware his mind is rigid, so he wants to make it seem otherwise. Human beings tend to want to do things that are out of character.” “What if we tried telling a joke ourselves?” “Do you really think you can pull that off?” “What did you say?” “No, that’d be disrespectful. Because that’d mean putting the examiner to the test.”

“I see.”

“Especially since you’ve only just begun to grasp things lately, you’d do well not to charge ahead on your own.” “If you think you can walk alone now, that’s a grave mistake.” “You’re getting above yourself.” “Ha ha ha!” “Even misfortune lasts but three years.” “What’s that?” “Having endured your endless stream of puns day after day, they prove useful at moments like this.”

“That’s tremendous progress compared to your old self.” “……” “Back then I had to ask for explanations one by one, but these days I’ve learned to grasp what I can.”

“Well, I’ve been hearing your awful puns nonstop.” “Mine aren’t awful puns.” “If you say it like that, no need to act shocked. What do you think?” “Nailed it!” “……” “You mustn’t overthink.” “That’s exactly why it works so well. I’m not some magnanimous fool who can’t adapt.” “You really are a stickler—always adding prefaces.”

“……” “That’s enough. Don’t overuse your brain. You’ll end up with meningitis.” “There could be endless examples, but first this should be the model approach here. They’re limitless. Do you get it? A bit too sophisticated for you, wouldn’t you say?” Adachi said triumphantly. “That’s sufficient.” “And then what?” “What about?” “The meeting protocols.” “There’s nothing more. Since Seto’s already passed, I doubt there’ll be anything significant to worry about.” “But I can’t stop worrying.”

“Why?” “Because I failed three times getting a job. My actual skills aside, I’ve got rotten luck with exams.” “That’s true enough. You’re too honest to bluff your way through. But that’s your strong point.” “A strong point’s no use if nobody notices it.” “Exactly why I’m not worried.” “What? How dull.” “Ha ha ha!” “How about we go see Seto now? To scout out the meeting protocols.”

“Well…” “That guy—you think he’ll talk?” “Anyway, considering what happened the other day, I think it’s better for me to secure more understanding beforehand.” “That’s already been settled as far as that goes.” “Our side is justice.”

“But I want to be thorough. Since they’ve already made their move, they might resort to shady schemes to settle their grudges. If word gets out that those two are constantly fighting over her at cafés, we’d look utterly ridiculous.”

“I see.” “Justice is justice, but until we’re on equal footing, we’ll need to butter them up a little.”

“Let us go.” “But I wonder if he is present?” “If he is not there, I will accompany you anywhere.” “Very well.”

Yoshikawa agreed immediately.

*Ungentlemanly Agreement*

Since it was a peak-season Sunday when shops bustled with customers, there was a chance he might be out, but Seto-kun happened to be at home. "I've been waiting since noon, certain you two would come together to apologize today. "You both overslept this morning. "Then the insurance salesman will come, and you'll be done for. "Well? "Clear as day, wouldn't you say?" As if to flaunt his foresight, Seto-kun pointed to the two zabuton cushions already laid out. Though he might have placed them only after hearing visitors at the entrance.

“You’re mostly right.”

“You’re three thousand yen, and Adachi-kun is one thousand yen?” “You’re something else!” Yoshikawa-kun was inwardly mocking them. “My apologies for the other day.”

Adachi-kun immediately broached the issue. “Did everything become clear once you sobered up?” “Well…” “Ah, never mind. It’s fine.” “Let bygones be bygones.” “Since you’ve both come together—” “By the way, have you taken His Excellency’s Mental Test?” “I did.” “Please kindly tell me the general outline.” “We’ll be taking it ourselves soon—we could use the reference.” “You’ve got some nerve asking that!” “Competition is competition, isn’t it?”

“But friendship is friendship.” “To put it another way - our friendship remains our friendship, but our rivalry remains our rivalry. Coming to consult your rival about competitive strategies is pointless.” Seto-kun coldly rebuffed them. “I guess there’s no help for it?” “If that’s how it is, I’m serious too. I’m not magnanimous enough to give salt to my enemies.”

“Alright. Then I won’t ask.” “The competition starts right from the Mental Test. Taking it unprepared versus taking it knowing the procedure in advance makes all the difference.” “But is it okay if I just ask about the result?” Yoshikawa-kun interjected.

“Hmm. My result was a pass.” “Is the courtship already underway?” “His Excellency is fair. I don’t know how many candidates he plans to gather, but he says he’ll notify us once everyone is assembled.” “Do you find out right then if you passed?”

“Hmm.”

“Do you know if the meeting’s on Sunday?” “Mine was last Sunday.” “Then what about mine?” “Today’s no good. Mrs.Ootani said she’s invited relatives over for her birthday.” “Is Mrs.Ootani attending too? During the Mental Test, I mean—” “Hmm. She listens with a smile.” “So they really do ask bizarre questions?” “That’s not the whole story, I suppose.”

Seto maintained a strict demarcation. "Excuse me."

“During my test, His Excellency’s younger brother came to observe for a while, but when he burst out laughing, His Excellency scolded him.” “Since they’re there to observe, you can imagine what happened.” “You’re free to speculate all you like.” “What was His Excellency’s younger brother saying?” “I’m not falling for that. You were a master at tripping up teachers by bombarding them with questions during exams.” “You got me there.”

“You’ll have to do it yourself. You mustn’t let your school habits show.”

“His Excellency’s younger brother is an insurance company executive, isn’t he?” “No, he remains in the navy.” “Does the executive have an esteemed younger brother?” “All three brothers serve in the navy. The one after His Excellency is also His Excellency, and below him is a Colonel. My matchmaker being this Colonel’s close friend means he knows the Hashimoto family inside out. Naturally, that Colonel attended. Having heard about His Excellency’s temperament from my matchmaker beforehand, I found the Mental Test quite manageable.” “Then is the insurance executive Mrs. Ootani’s younger brother?”

“Mrs. Ootani’s brothers—one’s in the navy, another’s a doctor. The third went off to America and is up to who-knows-what there. I combed through every connection to find the right matchmaker.” “That doesn’t quite match what you told me before.” “Ha ha ha!”

Adachi burst out laughing.

“What’s up?”

Yoshikawa-kun turned to face him. “I told a skillful lie, didn’t I?” “Hmm?” “You’re slow on the uptake!” “Did this guy do it?” “Just a little something like that.” “Hmm.” “I pulled a fast one there.” With that remark, Adachi drove his point home. He had intended to confess later but never imagined the opportunity would come this soon. It was fortunate that correcting his application amount remained possible. Seto-kun also heard the details and burst into laughter. Next, the Gentlemen’s Agreement proposed by Yoshikawa-kun was dismissed by Seto-kun. Because of this, a debate arose between Yoshikawa-kun and Seto-kun.

“I’m not making anyone take responsibility. I’m saying we should handle this in a gentlemanly and fair manner.”

“That’s my intention too, but I’ll have none of this meaningless mutual recommendation pact.” “Then it wouldn’t be a proper competition.” “We’re not recommending each other.” “Isn’t refraining from slander the gentlemanly approach?” “On the contrary, I intend to attack you both in a gentlemanly and fair manner.” “Are you deliberately trying to badmouth us?” “It’s not slander.” “I’m stating facts.” “For instance, if Yoshikawa-kun were asked whether he drinks alcohol, he’d never sugarcoat it.” “I use every flaw as ammunition for attack.”

“What about the good things?”

“Do you have any?” “Good things?” “…” “Take a good hard look at yourself.” “You—isn’t that rather a rude thing to say?”

“If you think we both have our good points, you’re sorely mistaken. You’ve got nothing but some half-remembered movie trivia rattling around in that empty head of yours, do you?” “Tosa dog!” “You mustn’t lose your composure. I said we’re in this together.” “Bastard!” “You there—” Adachi-kun found himself grabbing Yoshikawa-kun by the arm. “A Tosa dog won’t lose. We’ll fight fair and square to the bitter end.”

Seto-kun also flared up, locking eyes in a glare with Yoshikawa-kun. “This is troublesome.”

Adachi-kun was at a loss. Perhaps having overheard the commotion, the housewife came to replace the tea and stared at them intently before leaving. The three of them felt extremely awkward. “Seto-kun.” “What is it?”

“I’m withdrawing the agreement.”

Yoshikawa-kun had somewhat calmed down.

“By all means, do so.”

“Let’s make it the opposite—no holds barred.” “I’ll use poison gas.” “Sure thing—feint and strike.” “Save your grand declarations for after you’ve won.” “I’m going to start taking action right away, so don’t be shocked.” “I’ll state my position clearly right now.”

“This is a test of friendship. If ours can endure this trial, we’d truly be Guan Zhong and Bao Shu—Damon and Pythias reborn.” “There he goes again.”

“You’re fine with this too, right, Adachi-kun?” “Hmm.” “You need to be more wary of Yoshikawa-kun than I am.” “Is that your next move?” “That may be the case. In any case, don’t be surprised.” “I’m ready.” And Adachi-kun too steeled himself with determination, and an agreement that ran entirely counter to their expectations came into being.

The following evening, Yoshikawa-kun was summoned to His Excellency’s house and completed his interview. However, he did not inform Adachi-kun. It was only when Adachi-kun was asked by the Hashimoto family on Saturday evening about his availability for Sunday morning that he realized Yoshikawa-kun had already finished his interview.

Lately, new incidents had been occurring without fail every Sunday.

Adachi-kun composed himself and presented himself at the Hashimoto residence. When shown into the parlor, he immediately recalled his resolve to remain standing even during an earthquake. As he began waiting, he suddenly noticed paper and a pencil lying on the table. It was a mimeographed form. Items were listed with blank spaces below. Applicant's name; date of birth; place of birth; domicile of origin; current address; parents and their occupations; parents' siblings and their occupations; siblings and their occupations; schools graduated from; military service record; awards and penalties; occupation; income; hobbies; alcohol consumption; health status and medical history; list five close friends. List five former teachers. Prospects for social status in ten years; ditto for twenty years; motive for application; nature of acquaintance with provisional spouse; impressions regarding provisional spouse; etc. With so many items, it spanned three pages.

Adachi-kun stared at the form and fell into deep thought. When he sensed a presence near the window and turned around, Sukemasa-kun had poked his head out. “Mr. Adachi, you have to fill it in! Fill it in!” “Fill it in! Fill it in!” With that, Sukemasa-kun mimed writing and scampered off. Adachi-kun realized what he needed to do. Recognizing that such sluggishness would doom his chances, he panicked slightly and promptly began filling it in. The initial sections were mechanical, but from the ten-year prospects onward, it required the careful composition of an examination essay. The term “provisional spouse” unmistakably meant Ms. Yoshiko. He devoted particular care to detailing their acquaintance and his impressions of her.

He had just finished writing and was reviewing it when His Excellency and his wife entered.

“Oh. This is all rather deliberate.” His Excellency gave a respectful bow. Outside，they had occasionally crossed paths，but this was their first time exchanging words. Adachi-kun politely offered his greetings. “Please have a seat.” Mrs.Hashimoto encouraged him to make himself comfortable.

His Excellency took the documents in hand and began reviewing them in a thoroughly businesslike manner. “What’s the standard measurement in gō for ‘Wave’ alcohol consumption?” “It’s not ‘Wave’. "It’s ‘None’. My handwriting is poor…” “Ah. ‘None at all’? If you mean you don’t know your capacity, that’s quite serious.” “No, I don’t drink at all.”

“Ha ha ha!” His Excellency laughed heartily. “To be honest, when friends persuade me at social gatherings, I do drink a little—but I’ve recently resolved to quit entirely.” “I never really cared for it in the first place.” “A moderate amount would be permissible, surely?” “But I don’t treat this matter lightly at all.” “You seem physically sound—how did you come to receive a Class B military classification?” “My chest measurement fell slightly below the standard.” “As Class B, you remain eligible for conscription, do you not?”

“Yes.” “Aren’t you feeling threatened?” “I’m not worried. Ha ha ha.” Adachi-kun hurriedly added a laugh. There it comes, he thought. “Do you only have three close friends?”

“I do have several other close friends, but since they’re all about the same level, I meant to add them later but ended up forgetting.” “I’ll write two more now.” “No, this will suffice.” “Are you aware that among these three, Yoshikawa and Seto have submitted marriage proposals?” “Yes.” “Does this pose any risk of jeopardizing your future relationships with them?” “I don’t intend to let that happen.” “Though during competition, we do use every means at our disposal to outmaneuver each other.”

“Ah.” “Even if they’re close friends, we will never make exceptions. It’s an agreement that whoever gets knocked down is the fool.” “How intriguing. Tora, what do you think?”

His Excellency turned to look at his wife. "It’s exactly as I was concerned about." "However, if you’re going to do it, you must have that level of determination." "I want you to do it like a man." "Please don’t goad him like that. Haven’t we learned our lesson from what happened with Tomoko?"

Mrs. Hashimoto protested in a tone of voice. “Unlike that group, these three are close friends who trust each other.” “Surely they won’t resort to physical force.” “Adachi,” “Yes.” “To tell the truth, during her older sister’s marriage proposal, the competitors suggested having a duel.” “Ah.” “I put a stop to it and firmly declared at the same time.” “The current son-in-law is the one who reaped the benefits of their conflict like the fisherman in ‘The Snipe and the Clam.’” “Fair and square competition is all well and good, but if I catch wind of any violence, that will be the end of it.”

“You need not concern yourself about that in the slightest.”

“This is merely a precaution,” she said. “To tell the truth, I find it most satisfactory. All three of you list one another as closest friends while competing—this proves each of you possesses true character.” “Yes,” Adachi replied. “Let us proceed then.” His Excellency naturally acknowledged Adachi-kun’s position. In the subsequent discussion, he expressed his views on the matter—that a daughter ought to choose her own husband in principle. However, since young ladies cannot properly search society themselves, parents must first screen suitable candidates through careful examination before making introductions. The daughter would then socialize with these prospects and select her preferred match from among them.

“That being the case, I must apologize for being so presumptuous.”

Mrs. Hashimoto added. “Not at all.”

“Though this is rather abrupt, might we request your presence again next Sunday?” “I shall attend.” “I would ask that all three of you kindly assemble together, whereupon I shall formally renew my entreaty.” “You honor me deeply.” “I shall now withdraw, but as my husband still has various matters to discuss with you, please take your leisure.”

“However, I’ve already imposed on you for quite some time.” “No, Adachi-kun, this is just the beginning.”

His Excellency stopped him.

“Mr. Adachi, please take care.”

“Huh?”

“Oh ho ho ho.”

With that, Mrs. Hashimoto bowed politely and disappeared from view.

The Day of *the* Declaration of War

The next Sunday morning was set for them to report at nine o'clock. The three competitors would meet face-to-face in the Hashimotos’ parlor. Adachi-kun finished preparing and, while looking at his wristwatch, “Punctuality is a gentleman’s virtue.” he muttered in English. “What’s that?”

Mrs. Ootani asked. Since Mr. Ootani had already left for golf, Mrs. Ootani was able to accompany Adachi unrestrained as his strategist. “Punctuality is said to be a virtue of British gentlemen.” “His Excellency is in the navy, so it must be the British way.” “I will press the entrance bell when nine o’clock strikes.” “That’s perfect.” “There are still twenty-five minutes left.” “Today, Miss Yoshiko will surely be in attendance.” “Hah... “Just thinking about that makes my heart pound already.”

“Such timidity won’t do.” “I wonder what’s causing this? Even when we meet on the street, it’s the same. When I spot her from afar and think, ‘Ah, that’s Miss Yoshiko,’ my heart immediately goes haywire and starts pounding like a rapid bell.” “Then it would be quite troublesome after you marry her. If it’s like this all the time, your heart will give out.” “When that time comes, I’ll take heart stimulants as my regular medicine.” “Oh my!” “Ha ha ha!” “There may be some favoritism on my part, but you are the most promising—both in appearance and demeanor.”

“That’s only because you’ve grown accustomed to seeing me all the time,” Adachi replied. “In appearance, I can’t match Yoshikawa. When it comes to composure, Seto’s the one.” “While they are indeed formidable opponents not to be underestimated,” Mrs. Ootani countered, “the real one is you. It’s just that those two are so savvy, they appear more capable than they truly are.” “I have a nature that seems inferior,” he persisted. “First of all, I’m not much of a talker.” “Not at all, you know,” she chided gently. “You do quite a lot, don’t you?”

“Hokkaido is a disadvantage, you know. Even though Seto’s hometown is Tosa, since he was born in Tokyo, he still has that carefree air about him somehow. I just can’t shake off this Tohoku heaviness.” “But once people understand you’re this sort—someone without an ounce of superficiality—you’ll be number one.” “Isn’t there some way to make them see it?” “That becomes clear naturally through interaction. After all, even my husband was exactly like you at first.”

“I feel so insecure.” “Oh my! How cruel!” “I must apologize for my rudeness. I meant that I’m not the very picture of austerity like your husband.”

Adachi glossed over his remark. The maid Miss Kiyo came upstairs somewhat hurriedly—

“Madam, just now—” she trailed off. “What is it now?” “Just now, Mrs. Maruo has…” “What has Mrs. Maruo done now?” “She has arrived.” “You’re such a fool.”

Mrs.Ootani scolded her but, recalling the recent incident, “Are you saying they went to Mr.Hashimoto’s?” “Yes—just now they entered Mr.Hashimoto’s front gate together with Mr.Yoshikawa.” “Oh my!” “They’ve beaten us to the punch!” Adachi sprang to his feet and hurried toward the stairs. Mrs.Ootani also followed him down. “Please wait!” “This is exactly why we can’t afford negligence.” “Did the master or mistress mention anything about bringing a matchmaker along?”

“No, not at all.” “Mrs. Maruo intends to outmaneuver me to the very end, doesn’t she?”

“I’m leaving now.”

Adachi reached for his hat. “Shall I accompany you?” “Well...” “Come to think of it, since today is an official visit, having a matchmaker accompany you might indeed be proper.” “……” “I’ll escort you to the entrance, have an audience with either the master or the mistress, and then say, ‘I humbly ask for your continued favor in this matter.’” “I’ll be going now.”

“Oh dear, oh dear!”

Though Mrs.Ootani wanted to be thorough, starting now meant her makeup wouldn’t be ready in time. She made it a principle to rejuvenate herself by ten years or more when going out. Especially when facing Mrs.Maruo. The Hashimotos' place was just a stone's throw away. From the perspective of distance, Adachi could most effectively assert his territorial advantage. Adachi acknowledged, by the number of shoes in the entrance, that not only Yoshikawa but also Seto had already arrived. The sandals characteristic of Mrs.Maruo corroborated Kiyo’s report. Even Hokkaido had been striving hard these days, so minds were sharp.

“Hey. You’re early, aren’t you?”

“There’s always someone above you.” “Seto was first to arrive.” “My apologies about last time.” “Still going it alone?”

Seto remained perfectly composed. “Are you alone?” “Alone?” “Aren’t you with a matchmaker?”

“Alone. I’ll have to ask for your understanding.” “That’s what I call fair and square.” Adachi scored a point against Yoshikawa.

“I’ve got someone with me.”

Yoshikawa promptly reacted. “I know perfectly well.”

“Were you watching from the second floor?” “No, I’ve got a spy planted.” “That’s impressive.” “I can see every little detail as clear as day.” Adachi boasted. “Unlike those around here, the timid young master gets embarrassed going solo.” “Is that really my nature?”

“Ha ha ha!” “You’re twice as thick-skinned as anyone else.” “That’s precisely why I need to make it appear thinner.” “Mrs. Maruo’s craftsmanship is truly remarkable.” “You’ll understand before long.” Yoshikawa refused to yield. Seto, wholly disregarding their exchange, pulled a Western book from his pocket and started reading. He maintained an air of utterly dismissing both. Yoshikawa bedazzled Adachi. “He’s performing it.” “Adequately.”

“Hmm. Scholars are a different breed.” “He probably wants His Excellency to see him valuing every fleeting moment.” “Still, I must admit it’s impressive he remembered his book at a time like this.” “That’s exactly why it’s the thick kind.” “With a thousand layers binding it, it doesn’t budge an inch.” “What was that?”

Seto glanced back. "I'm saying it's a thick book." "It's a pocket edition. Not as thick as your skin!" "That's harsh." "Let me make this clear—don't forget our recent ungentlemanly agreement." "Need I say more?" "You too, Adachi." "I'll steal a march on you!"

Adachi strained himself. The competitive spirit among the three reached its peak.

Before long, His Excellency and Madam appeared. Next, Mrs. Maruo entered, supporting Miss Yoshiko. Miss Yoshiko, evidently feeling unwell, turned bright red and looked down. Mrs. Maruo immediately went to Yoshikawa’s side and stood beside him. Indeed, it was an escort arrangement. Yoshikawa, who once again knew exactly what to do, took a step away from the two and moved closer to Mrs. Maruo. His Excellency reintroduced Miss Yoshiko and then, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is entirely a matter of mutual trust. We place our trust in your character and ask that you engage freely with Yoshiko. We trust that you will also place your confidence in us and demonstrate your utmost sincerity. As for Yoshiko, she will ultimately choose the person she deems most worthy of trust from among you. We parents are by no means ones who resort to eccentricities. As I stated previously, this is an expression of parental affection in our desire to bestow upon our daughter the most suitable husband.”

he began expounding in a rigorously formal tone. “Would you care to take your seat?”

Mrs. Ootani tactfully intervened,

“If you don’t take a seat as well, this will turn into a formal address, and that would be rather awkward.” “Very well.” “Now then, everyone.” “Yoshiko’s two older sisters also settled on their husbands through much the same method.” "For the eldest sister, there were two candidates—both navy lieutenants." "During the competition, one of them was promoted to lieutenant commander." “Just like you all, they were close friends, so matters progressed swiftly.” “'You! Will you not obey your superior officer’s orders?’ ‘I obey.’ ‘Then withdraw your hand.’ ‘That’s impossible.’ ‘What’s impossible?’……”

“Ha ha ha!” “So in that way, it was settled surprisingly easily.” “…………”

“Military men are refreshingly decisive. The two who once fought over her still maintain their sworn friendship. I want you all to remain like this as well.”

With that, His Excellency opened the floor to general discussion. “We understand.” “In her next sister’s case, two out of three proposed a duel. Since they were strangers to each other, there must have been some misunderstandings. Just as they were about to head out to Shiba Park, I stopped them. What preposterous individuals they were! Because of this, the two lost their eligibility.”

“We understand.” “You may employ as many strategies as you like, but under no circumstances resort to physical force. You must conduct yourselves in a thoroughly gentlemanly manner at all times.” “We understand.” The ungentlemanly agreement violators spoke in unison.

“I have an amusing anecdote about a friend of mine. He now runs his own hospital, but at the time, he served as a navy surgeon. Just as he was secretly trying to win the hand of a certain young lady, a formidable rival appeared. That rival was a lieutenant commander serving on the same ship. Since they were close acquaintances, it was the lieutenant commander who first brought up the matter. ‘I’m troubled by how thin my beard grows,’ said the lieutenant commander. In those days, growing beards was still in vogue even among naval officers. He asked the surgeon if there might be a way to thicken it. The surgeon prepared a concoction and gave it to him. As he applied it daily, the area beneath the officer’s nose began to swell. They say his face came to resemble a fox’s, but such is the blindness of vanity—he himself never noticed. In that state, he attended the arranged meeting and failed.”

“Ha ha ha!”

“After that, the military surgeon took charge and achieved a brilliant success.” “Ha ha ha!” “This is precisely how you must execute matters with deftness.” “But...”

Seto began to speak but hesitated.

“What is it?” “Can a doctor administering dubious medicine truly be called gentlemanly?” “He’s not a patient. He’s the enemy.” “Even against an enemy, the medical profession is supposed to be a humane practice.” “Exercising humane practice is something you do after the enemy has been wounded. Not from the very start.” “I see.” “When the enemy comes asking for directions, anyone who tells them the truth has moved beyond honesty into the realm of either foolishness or treason.” “I understand.”

“The contest won’t conclude unless you outmaneuver them,” said Rear Admiral Hashimoto to Seto. “Among my acquaintances, such tales abound indeed.” He leaned forward, fingers drumming his knee. “Now, though the prize here isn’t some debutante—when both challenger and challenged share the same…” “You.”

interjected Mrs. Hashimoto.

“What is it?” “It would be improper to share such stories with young people.” “They served aboard the same vessel.”

“…………”

“However, I’ll spare you the details.” “Ha ha ha!” “Ha ha ha!”

And the three men’s laughter was not merely polite accompaniment—their mirth held more complex undertones. Such things were quickly grasped. “Even if we speak of being gentlemanly, in essence, it means never forgetting a gentlemanly attitude toward the enemy.” “Yes...” “As long as you don’t resort to physical force, there’s no problem with whatever else you do." “The victor writes history.” “The end justifies the means.” His Excellency seemed to have seen through the three men’s ungentlemanly agreement.

Miss Yoshiko kept her eyes downcast throughout. Even if she did harbor feelings for the three men, as a young woman she must have found their attentions thoroughly vexing at present. As if she had been waiting for His Excellency to stop speaking, she whispered something to her mother. "In that case, we'll take our leave here." Mrs. Hashimoto demonstrated tact. Miss Yoshiko flushed crimson once more and bowed with practiced grace. The three men rose to return their bows. Neither Mrs. Ootani nor Mrs.Maruo occupied their thoughts. Having seen off nothing but Miss Yoshiko's retreating figure, they realized only His Excellency now remained.

“With this, our meeting has concluded.” “I’ll leave the rest to your discretion.” “How should we arrange our courtship visits to be most appropriate?”

asked Seto.

“You’re entirely free to proceed as you see fit.”

“When would it be acceptable for us to call upon you?” “Hmm.” “However, with three of us involved, there’s concern our visits might overlap.”

“That’s no inconvenience either. On the contrary, it might make things more lively.” “No, this concerns the three of us. For the time being, we’d rather not see each other’s faces.”

“Ha ha ha!” “What if we could have specific days set—say, assigning each of us to particular weekdays—how would that be?” “That aspect is also entirely at your discretion.” “How about you gentlemen form an agreement among yourselves?”

“I believe this approach would be more proper,” said Seto. “What do you think, Yoshikawa?” “I’m against it.” Yoshikawa shook his head. “Why?” “Such rigid formalities aren’t appealing.” His voice carried a dismissive edge. “I’ve had enough of timetables back in school.” “This isn’t about amusement,” Seto countered evenly. “It’s a purely practical arrangement.”

“I simply don’t wish to accommodate the enemy’s convenience.” “But Yoshikawa, the enemy’s convenience coincides with your own—it’s equal opportunity, you realize.”

Mr. Adachi reasoned logically. “If anything, it’s really about making things equally inconvenient for everyone.” “That’s just wrecking everything!” “No, that would go against His Excellency’s intentions.”

“Why?” “Since we’ve already opened fire, there’s no place for fixed matches with scheduled dates. Our code requires us to outmaneuver each other.”

“Ha ha ha!” His Excellency, due to his position as mediator, could not take sides with either faction.

“Whether you’ll reach an agreement or not—please discuss it among yourselves.” “I’ll excuse myself briefly.”

With that, he excused himself from the gathering.

Yoshikawa persisted. He opposed it with the fervor of someone determined to settle the entire situation through this single matter. “Even if you say that, isn’t this already a declaration of war?” “It’s too late for that now.”

“Then do you have some kind of plan?”

“Of course I do,” said Seto. “I’ll sink one of your ships the moment war is declared.” “You’ve completely fallen under naval influence,” Yoshikawa fired back. Seto delivered his retort with deliberate irony. “Me?” Adachi’s voice tightened. “Am I getting sunk first?”

Mr. Adachi pressed further.

“Hmm. I’ll start by taking out the closest one.” “Bold of you.” “Just watch!”

And Mr. Yoshikawa was already gloating in triumph. “By the way, Adachi, what do you suppose will happen from here today?”

And Seto no longer engaged with Yoshikawa. “Well...” “This is already inconvenient. Are you just going to keep waiting like this?”

“If shamelessness wins, there’s nothing we can do. I’ll just keep at it like this too.” “But this plan lacks imagination. The three of us just sitting here waiting—” “If someone doesn’t come out soon, this is getting uncomfortable.” Adachi too began to feel the unnaturalness of their position. “So we’ll have to ask Miss Yoshiko to set a date after all. With three of us here, even she’d find it awkward to come out.”

“Hmm. Let’s have Miss Yoshiko set it.”

“That’s acceptable. I’m cutting off negotiations with obstinate ones.” Just then, Yoshikawa was staring intently at his wristwatch. “Tch,” he clicked his tongue in frustration.

“You’d be in trouble too, wouldn’t you? You’re in the wrong position here.” “No, I’d love to have a battle of endurance too, but unfortunately I’ve got an appointment this morning.”

“Who is it?” “Just someone unimportant.” “Look at that attitude of yours!”

Mr. Adachi felt somewhat vindicated. “I’ll take my leave. It’s time.”

And Mr.Yoshikawa hurriedly stood up and left. Mr.Adachi and Mr.Seto continued waiting in the parlor as they were. However，Miss Yoshiko did not appear. Mr.Seto briefly stepped out into the hallway， “Where is His Excellency?”

he asked the maid. He couldn’t very well ask about the young lady either. His Excellency was with a visitor, it was said. It was already nearing noon. "This means Mr. Yoshikawa has thoroughly outmaneuvered us all."

"Why?" "That was merely today's introductory ceremony." "I see." "Let's go." "We've been made fools of."

With that, the two of them promptly left. Mrs. Ootani came to the entrance to see them off. It was an excuse that her husband was with a visitor and had offered his apologies for the discourtesy.

Adachi parted with Seto at the gate. Unlike usual, he lacked even the courage to invite.

Immediate Action “Mr. Adachi, “Just now, Miss Yoshiko came by with Mrs. Maruo.” Mrs. Ootani greeted him as if she’d been lying in wait and delivered her report immediately. She’d grown so keenly alert to information that she was practically poaching the maids’ role. “Ah.” “And then not long after that, Mr. Yoshikawa returned home.” “Ah.” “Could it be that Miss Yoshiko went up to Mrs. Maruo’s residence, and then Mr. Yoshikawa emerged afterward?”

“That’s precisely the case.” “You had already realized this?”

“No, it only came to me just now when you mentioned it. Yoshikawa truly is formidable after all.” “You mustn’t waste time being impressed.” “We’ve been thoroughly outflanked.”

With a sigh, Mr. Adachi recounted everything exactly as it had happened. "I've been thoroughly humiliated by Mrs.Maruo."

“That’s roughly the shape of it.” “You really don’t have an ounce of wit about you.” “Well...” “Couldn’t you have discerned it simply from Mrs. Maruo’s demeanor?”

“Because Mr.Yoshikawa said he was merely accompanying her, I thought it was just that duty.” “It was a prearranged maneuver from the very beginning, you know.” “That’s correct. Mr.Yoshikawa said he had a prior engagement with someone he was obliged to meet and left.” “Even after being told all that up to that point, you still didn’t realize it?”

“Well... I thought he must be meeting an uncle or someone like that, so I told him to go ahead and show his true colors. But in the end, I was the one who got shown up.” “Hopeless.” “Well, even if I had noticed, there was nothing I could have done.” “It’s better than being made a fool of, I suppose. The other side is clapping their hands on their sides and laughing, you know.”

“Damn, this is infuriating!” “I let my guard down too, you know. I should have gone up with you...” “But was this Yoshikawa’s scheme alone?” “No. It’s Mrs. Maruo’s doing. That woman’s a wholesale dealer in wicked schemes.”

“Since I graduated from the same school as Yoshikawa, I never imagined there’d be such a difference between us.” “You’re talking such carefree nonsense,” Mrs. Ootani retorted. “What they teach in classrooms has nothing to do with real-world tactics.” “We took a direct hit from the outset,” Adachi countered grimly. “Even if we’re not sunk completely, this alters the strategic balance.” “Very well.” Mrs. Ootani’s voice hardened like tempered steel. “I shall crush this adversary for you.” She barely restrained herself from grinding her teeth. Adachi wallowed in self-reproach, blaming his own sluggish wits for their predicament. Soon came the clatter of hurried footsteps as the maid delivered her bulletin.

“Madam, Miss Yoshiko Hashimoto has just returned home.” “Alright.” With that, Mr. Adachi ran upstairs, but it was already too late. A street band was passing by the front.

Meanwhile, Yoshikawa, having left the Hashimoto residence a little over an hour earlier, immediately rushed as if flying through the air to visit the Maruo household. It was next to his own house. Lately, his visits had become particularly frequent. “Mrs. Maruo, I’ve arrived.” “Please come in.” “Yes.”

“This way.”

And Mrs. Maruo guided him to the parlor. Miss Yoshiko was already there. The socialite Mrs. Maruo had subsequently made several covert visits to the Hashimoto residence, ingratiating herself with both Mrs. Hashimoto and Yoshiko. “I must apologize for my earlier rudeness.” Yoshikawa politely rested his hands and inquired after Miss Yoshiko’s well-being. “Not at all.” “Did you come here right after that?”

“Yes.” “We descended upon you in such numbers and caused quite a disturbance.” “Not at all.” “Retreat is victory.” “You took quite your time since then, didn’t you?” Miss Yoshiko seemed to have been waiting. “Since I couldn’t extricate myself from the situation, I’m afraid I ended up being rude.” “Was your father’s lecture particularly lengthy, I suppose?” “No, His Excellency’s instructions ended right there.” “And the others?”

“They’re still waiting in the parlor.”

“For me?” “Yes.” “My, my. How dreadful for them.”

“They say they’ll wait there together.” “I couldn’t help but find it amusing.” “But isn’t that rather unkind of you?” “I applied His Excellency’s teachings.” “How prompt of you.” “Ha ha ha!” “Since they’re still waiting, it’s absolutely delightful.” And Yoshikawa sounded a triumphant cry.

“Father and Mother shall keep you company.” “However, when I left, it seemed another guest had just arrived.” “In that case, I shall take my leave now.” “No, it’s quite alright.” “But…” “It’s quite alright. It’s the same approach as waiting for café waitresses, so I can endure indefinitely.” “…………” “There’s no need for concern. I properly informed your mother and obtained her permission before coming.”

And Mrs. Maruo endeavored to put Miss Yoshiko at ease.

“Yoshikawa-san.” “Yes.” “If I may inquire—when you speak of ‘the method of waiting for café waitresses,’ whose method do you mean?” “It’s Adachi-kun and Seto-kun’s method.” “Did they say that? The two of them…” “Well…” “Your own imagination?” “Ah.” “Then that would be your own method, I presume?” Miss Yoshiko pressed. Seeing how unreserved they were with each other, the relationship between the two had progressed beyond Adachi-kun’s speculations. Adachi-kun considered it the highest honor to have merely exchanged nods with her once at Mitsukoshi—such was his naivety.

“Well, I’m done for.” “As for the café waitresses themselves, I’m sure they’re perfectly lovely, but—”

“No, that won’t do.” “However, I have my own tastes, and I would rather not have such associations made between myself and café waitresses.” “I must apologize for my impropriety.”

“Just so you know. Ohoho.” “Ohohoho.” “My my, Yoshikawa-san,” And Mrs. Maruo chimed in.

“I’m still not trusted.” “Well, he is a young master, so he does tend to get hung up on trivial matters, doesn’t he?” “That certainly is true.” “No, he is not a young master. He’s merely putting on such airs.” Miss Yoshiko’s tone grew even sharper. “I surrender.” “Waiting on the street to approach someone—doesn’t that bring you rather close to delinquency?” “I don’t recall any such thing.” “There were two or three times, I must say.”

“I shall exercise restraint henceforth. Of course, now that I may freely call upon your home, such measures have become unnecessary.” “How cunning of you—using Mrs. Maruo to outwit everyone like that.” “His Excellency has approved that arrangement.” “Father is Father, and I am I.” “It’s less of a sin than peddling hair-growth tonics, I should think.” “But it’s exhilarating—when I think they’re still waiting there.” In any case, Yoshikawa-kun was satisfied. “I really am a fool, aren’t I?”

And Mrs.Maruo let out a sigh. "Oh my! Why ever?" "Because you had me utterly fooled." "Oh my!" "Since you mentioned that you hadn't yet spoken with Mr.Yoshikawa, I was entirely under that impression." "There's no official pretense about it, you see. Mr.Yoshikawa is the one at fault here, you see. You've been using Sukemasa as a pretext to say all sorts of things, you see. When I once went to a music concert with Sukemasa, Mr.Yoshikawa was properly there, you see."

“What a schemer!” “Absolutely!” “Mr. Yoshikawa, I’ve been completely fooled by you too, you see.”

“Ha ha ha!”

Yoshikawa-kun scratched his head, though he rather seemed pleased with himself. “What did I tell you?” “You mentioned that it was practically our first meeting, you see.” “Ha ha ha!” “After I had guided Miss Yoshiko here, I was just wondering how to bridge the conversation between you two—but then, leaving someone like me aside, you’ve already launched into your debate!” “My apologies.” “I was so appalled that at first, I simply remained silent and listened, I must say.”

“The times are different, you see.” “Oh my!” “The days when you and your husband were young cannot compare to now.” “On top of being deceived, if I’m to be treated like an old woman as well, I simply cannot abide this.” “Matchmakers are generally like that, I suppose.” Miss Yoshiko was equally harsh. “Oh my, this is truly adding insult to injury.”

“Oh ho ho ho!” “Jokes aside, I am relieved—for it seems I can at least save face with Mr. Yoshikawa’s mother.” “Why ever do you say that?” “Under these circumstances, it’s only natural that the arrow of selection would fall upon Mr. Yoshikawa.” “No, I’m being cautious. I shall continue associating with both of the others impartially and select whichever has the least number of unsavory qualities.” “I have absolutely no unsavory qualities whatsoever!”

Yoshikawa-kun insisted.

“The very fact that you claim such a thing proves it’s a lie! There’s no such thing as a man without unsavory qualities—it’s all a matter of degree!”

“In that case, I possess the absolute minimum of unsavory traits.” “Not a possessor—a shipper, I should think.” “What do you mean by that?” “You’re hauling an entire mountain of them, after all.” “This is dire,” he conceded. “Mrs. Maruo, won’t you testify on my behalf?” “Even you, Mrs. Maruo, are so transparently deceived—what possible testimony could you offer?” “Well!” Mrs. Maruo gasped in astonishment. “Oh ho ho ho!”

“Then whatever lies below that must come with its own certification, I suppose.” “Oh ho ho ho!”

And Miss Yoshiko burst out laughing.

Because the host and guest were in such high spirits, the conversation grew increasingly lively. Even if he hadn't sunk any enemy ships, Yoshikawa was certain he'd pulled off a brilliant sneak attack. Closeness produces familiarity, and familiarity leads to understanding. Mrs.Maruo naturally took care not to stray from the track of marriage proposals. “Since this concerns you, the young lady, you must have various ideals, I suppose?”

“Most certainly.” “Would you tell me? For your reference.” “It would be quicker to examine things through actual experience rather than theory.” “After all, both Father and Mother have given careful consideration to socializing.” “Since I too have some experience in these matters, shall I attempt to discern your ideal, young lady?”

“By all means.” “Since times are different, what could it possibly be?” “How cruel of you to judge me like that!”

“That’s just a jest.” “First and foremost, character, I suppose?” “Character comes third.”

“Oh my!” “Since character is an acquired trait, once I become his wife, I’ll supervise and enhance it.” “Oh my!” “I think one must have at least that much confidence.” “So does that mean someone like me is a promising candidate?” Yoshikawa-kun interjected.

“There’s absolutely no need for you to be disappointed.” “How kind of you.” “Since you missed the mark, consider this your chance to restore your honor.” “First would be academic excellence, I suppose?” “Shall I call it academic talent?”

Mrs. Maruo continued.

“Academic talent comes second. “This too can be cultivated through study.”

“And what comes first?” “Appearance.” “Oh my!” “Since this cannot be improved through effort, I wish to select a good one from the outset.” “When I consider each point, they all seem perfectly reasonable.” “Even if you speak of men with good appearance, I detest Don Juans. I desire a manly, clean-cut, handsome gentleman.” “So then, someone like Mr. Yoshikawa would be satisfactory, I suppose?” “Well... As for both academic talent and character, he does meet each of those conditions.”

“Did you praise him? Or did you disparage him?”

Yoshikawa found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. "It would be ideal if all three qualities were present..." "He still seems rather unreliable." "There's one more thing—the most crucial factor." "What might that be?" "A meeting of minds. This is a matter of mystical connection." "I see." "Even if someone were scholarly, manly, and morally impeccable—if I don't feel that spark, it simply won't do." "Mr. Yoshikawa, you'll have to redouble your efforts to charm me."

Yoshiko was a better player than her suitors.

The Strategist’s Displeasure

Adachi-kun, having been outmaneuvered by Yoshikawa-kun, felt his spirits abruptly sink. If things were like this from the very beginning, he wondered how anything would ever come of it. As expected, Mrs.Maruo was quick-witted. Yoshikawa-kun was efficient, and his strategist was capable—there was no competing with them. Our side was competent enough, yet we were always beaten to the punch. This morning, there had been a particular lapse in vigilance. Both he and his strategist had been splendidly outmaneuvered. Because she was someone who took considerable time with her makeup, when the moment came, immediate deployment proved impossible. I had been careless, but Mrs.Ootani certainly bore responsibility as well. They were masters of hypotheticals—"If A then B, if B then A"—but their theories never translated into action. Kiyo, who had kept watch and reported even though no one had asked her, was the real hero here. No matter how elaborate a firefighting system may be, it’s useless if it doesn’t deploy. Adachi, overwhelmed by disappointment, resented Mrs.Ootani.

Kiyo came up. Mrs. Ootani had said it would only take a moment. “Miss Kiyo, thank you for keeping watch earlier.” “Not at all.” “You’re quite resourceful.” “Mrs. Maruo has gone out again!” “Ah—to Mr. Hashimoto?” “No, since she passed by there, it must be the market.” “Since things are cheaper there, she says everything’s at that market over there.” “You really keep a close watch, don’t you?”

“I’ve enlisted the next-door neighbor.” “I see.” “This—Mrs. Ootani—” “Well?”

“This.” Kiyo pressed both index fingers to her temples. It was the headache plaster signal. Because she would apply them when in a foul mood, they had become Kiyo’s low-pressure signal. Moreover, the maid next door was Kiyo’s school friend. Kiyo had called her from their hometown and looked after her.

“Mr. Adachi, I will be paying a visit to Mrs. Maruo now.”

And Mrs. Ootani was facing the full-length mirror.

“Well.” “What do you think?” “It’s simply too much, you know? If it were just Mr. Yoshikawa alone—since Mrs. Maruo is his matchmaker—she could do as she pleases. But it’s been clear from the start this is a three-way competition.” “That’s outright tyranny!” “Well…” “Even if they were unaware comrades, given how we’re constantly crossing paths now that things have reached this stage, shouldn’t discretion be the proper course?” “If we stay silent about such selfish behavior, it’ll become second nature.”

"But wouldn't that cause friction?" "Since they're the ones provoking conflict, there's no need for restraint." "Visiting them requires careful deliberation. If they deny everything, what will you do?"

“She’d tell a little lie like that—after all, that’s just the sort of person Mrs. Maruo is.” “Even if they claim Mr.Yoshikawa never came, we have no way to refute it.” “It’ll just turn into a war of attrition, and in the end, we’ll lose.” “Then does Mrs.Maruo have proper justification here?” “Even without that, they hold the advantage given the circumstances.” “Since they’ve planned this out thoroughly, they’ve already prepared their pretexts.” “If it comes to them asking what business you had coming here, you’ll end up humiliating yourself—that would be unbearable.”

Adachi endeavored to dissuade her. The outcome of the madams’ competition didn’t matter. There was a more urgent problem.

“...” “For my part, I’d first like you to visit Mr.Hashimoto rather than Mrs.Maruo—what do you think?” “I’ve considered that too, but if I go up there in this agitated state, I might say something improper and end up causing you trouble.” “Mrs.Hashimoto will be Mrs.Hashimoto.” “I don’t know how Mrs.Maruo managed to worm her way in, but doesn’t this seem rather unfair?”

Mrs. Ootani vented her frustration on him. Adachi, who hadn’t stayed vigilant, lacked quick wits. “That’s because Mrs.Maruo accompanied Mr.Yoshikawa when he visited. It doesn’t seem to have any particular meaning. Therefore, if you were to visit as well, they might send Miss Yoshiko over.” “I must apologize for my oversight.” “No.” “I’m apologizing, so please don’t speak to me like that anymore. I’m just as frustrated—so frustrated I could cry—to think I’ve been so openly outmaneuvered.”

“Mrs. Ootani, I didn’t mean it that way.” “After all, I’m no match for Mrs.Maruo.”

“Mrs. Ootani.” “You’ve always been partial to Mrs. Maruo from the start.” “How could such a thing be true?” “Not at all. During your conversation with Yoshikawa some time ago, you remarked that Mrs. Maruo was merely younger.” “……” “Kiyo has given me a full report.” “That was Yoshikawa who said it.”

Adachi had no choice but to temporize for the time being. At the same time, he realized that Kiyo’s surveillance had extended to him as well.

“That will do now.” “Mrs. Ootani, this is unbearable!” “If calling on Mrs.Maruo would inconvenience you, I shall simply desist.” Mrs.Ootani grew beyond all reason.

Mr. Adachi fled upstairs and sank into thought. The rivalry between beauties was truly a grave matter, he reflected. Mrs.Ootani was usually so cheerful. Yet she could suddenly erupt into frenzy-like states. He had indeed remarked that Madam Maruo drew attention merely by being younger. He recalled this happening shortly after the Maruo family moved into Yoshikawa's rented house. Upon reflection, Mrs.Ootani had been nursing this resentment for two or three years. There was no denying he'd praised Mrs.Maruo, but he'd immediately added that Mrs.Ootani here possessed greater dignity through her imposing presence. He'd even joked that if Mrs.Ootani had a sister like that, he'd gladly marry her even if she were two or three years older. Kiyo hadn't heard that part, only reporting the initial exchange. But insisting on that now would never be taken seriously. What nonsense. He'd been outmaneuvered, and now internal strife had broken out. When things went bad, they kept getting worse.

"Ah, how tedious. Maybe I should go to the park to clear my head?"

And Mr. Adachi resolved to change his mood.

“Where are you going?”

And Mrs.Ootani was standing precisely at the foot of the stairs.

“Just out for a bit.” “You don’t have the slightest bit of sympathy for me, do you?” “I’m in a bind when you scold me like that.” “I only mentioned that much out of our close relationship.” “Must you spitefully rush off this very instant?” “I’m going for a walk.” “I have a matter I wish to discuss with you.” “I shall oblige.”

And Mr. Adachi abandoned his walk and followed her to the parlor. If possible, he wanted to soothe her temper. If he were to upset his strategist’s mood, he’d be in real trouble now. “Mr. Adachi, let us forget that trivial matter we just discussed.” “When I think about it, it was two or three years ago.” “That’s quite enough now.” “Yoshikawa boasted that a beautiful woman had moved into the house I rent out.” “Since I insisted that mine was younger, I answered that it was merely because she was young that she attracted attention.”

“Even if she’s younger, it’s only by two or three years at most. Yet they’re advertising her as five or six years younger!”

“I immediately stood up for you afterward.” “But I’ll hold back from saying it now since it might come across as mere flattery.” “Though I did joke that if you had a sister who looked exactly like you, I’d marry her even if she were two or three years older.”

“Kiyo mentioned that as well.” “Ah, right.” “Even if you persist in lying, it won’t hold up indefinitely.” “Earlier you attempted to lay blame upon Mr. Yoshikawa’s shoulders, but now you must provide a full confession down to the last detail.”

“I’m sorry.” “That’s quite enough now. Rather than that, let us discuss how to thoroughly outmaneuver Mr. Yoshikawa.”

And Mrs.Ootani had now considerably calmed down. "Do you have a brilliant plan?" "We'll ask the section chief at Mr.Yoshikawa's company to have him sent on business to Kyushu or such for the time being." "But such a thing can't be done."

“I will consult with my husband.” “Since they’re both in the business world, there might be someone among my husband’s friends who knows the section chief from Mr. Yoshikawa’s side.” “My husband may seem that way, but he’s really quite well-connected.”

“It will not work. A business trip is official business. No matter how close a friend you may know, such requests will not be honored.”

“But it’s all up to section chiefs and branch managers at our bank.” “Suppose your husband were asked to make such a request—what then? Would he comply?” “My husband may be principled, but how convenient it would be if my brother were the section chief at Mr. Yoshikawa’s company.” “Would you request them to dispatch him on business?” “Off with his head—clean and quick!”

“Ha ha ha!”

And Mr. Adachi felt inexplicably delighted. Even just talking about the enemy’s head felt satisfying.

Since there was still time before evening, Mrs. Ootani decided to pay a visit to the Hashimotos after all. While ostensibly making a courtesy visit to mark the beginning of their burgeoning acquaintance, her true purpose was reconnaissance.

“Since it’s come to this, I suppose I have no choice but to ingratiate myself.” “If Mrs. Hashimoto is trying to curry favor, then all the more reason for me to proceed.” “I’m afraid I’m causing you trouble.” “It’s a competition for me too. “It’ll be good social training, after all.” Mrs. Ootani began making preparations for her sortie. Mr. Adachi returned to the second floor, relieved. There was no longer any need for a walk. From noon onward, he had been so single-mindedly preoccupied with outmaneuvering Yoshikawa that he had completely forgotten about Seto. This bastard’s another major threat. He might be plotting some kind of scheme. He’s the smartest. He had left without realizing that Yoshikawa had outmaneuvered him, but there was no way he’d remain idle like that. He must have gone out to consult with the matchmaker. He said he was a friend of the Rear Admiral’s younger brother, but could it be that his wife was serving as their strategist after all? In any case, he hadn’t shown his face today.

"This won't do." Mr. Adachi suddenly realized. The maid had mentioned there being a visitor earlier. Though he hadn't heard it firsthand, Seto had gone out to the hallway to verify this. Then he'd abruptly proposed leaving. That was it. Seeing His Excellency himself handling matters made it clear this involved someone far beyond Mrs. Maruo or Mrs.Ootani's league—a figure of substantial influence.

Mr. Adachi, thinking Mrs. Ootani must have already left by now, went downstairs to check and found her on the phone. “Yes. Yes…” “There’s no problem at all.” “I would be delighted to join you.” “Yes.” “Not at all.” “I’m most obliged.” “Then I shall see you later.” “Goodbye.” Somehow, the exchange sounded encouraging.

“Was that the Hashimotos?” “Yes. Have you already come down? You’re quick on the uptake when it suits you.” “Does it look promising?” “An invitation—for you and me, at six o’clock tonight.” “I have a prior engagement tonight.” “You’re lying.” “Well... I made a strategic decision. I’ll accompany you.” “What a pointless pretense.” “Finally, fortune smiles upon us. I bow to heaven, I bow to earth…” “Don’t get carried away.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Fortunately, my husband will be late as he’s with the head office executives,”

And Mrs. Ootani gave a little flourish. Branch Manager Ootani was deeply trusted. On Sundays, he spent the entire day playing golf and networking with the executives. Mrs. Ootani’s remark about needing to cultivate her social skills carried implications in that regard.

Fair Treatment Mr. Adachi found himself once more in the Hashimoto family parlor. He had come in the morning, and now evening had fallen. Indeed, he thought, his visits were becoming frequent. Following Mrs. Ootani’s advice about making an impression through variety, he wore formal haori and hakama. Almost immediately, Yoshiko and Mrs. Ootani appeared. While the elders conversed among themselves, Mr. Adachi and Miss Yoshiko maintained their decorum. Needless to say, Miss Yoshiko remained composed—and Mr. Adachi too found his nerves steadying. "This unusual marriage arrangement has commenced," she began, "and both Yoshiko and I find ourselves constantly on alert these days. With multiple suitors rather than a single candidate, matters inevitably become disordered and difficult to manage properly. We earnestly beg your kind understanding regarding these circumstances."

Mrs. Hashimoto promptly launched into an explanation. “Not at all,” “We should be the ones apologizing for our imposition.” “Mr. Adachi, I must apologize for asking you to come here so often.” “Not at all—if anything, we’re the ones imposing.”

Adachi also conducted himself appropriately.

They immediately moved to the Japanese-style room and took their seats at the dining table. His Excellency also joined them. At the large round table were five people. Mr. Adachi and Miss Yoshiko sat side by side. “Father, even if it’s uncomfortable, please set an example for us.” Miss Yoshiko added this condition with a laugh. “That should suffice.” “You mustn’t insist on it.” “Very well.” The matter concerned sake. Yet His Excellency showed little sign of restraint.

Shortly after the meal began, “What sort of hobbies does your husband Mr. Ootani pursue?” Mrs. Hashimoto introduced the topic. “He once practiced Noh chanting, but these days golf occupies him primarily.” “How fashionable that is nowadays.” “My own younger brother has taken it up as well.” “Your husband must be quite accomplished at it.” “Not at all. The head office executives persuaded him to begin only recently, so I fear he remains rather unpolished.” “It’s purely a matter of social obligation, you see.”

“Has your husband been practicing Noh chanting for many years?” “Oh, he has indeed practiced it for quite some time. But with intervals sometimes lasting half a year or so, there’s been no improvement whatsoever.”

"My husband also tried taking up Noh chanting when he was young after being encouraged, but given his clumsy disposition, it seems he is wholly unsuited for artistic pursuits." “Not at all.” “How are you finding the sake?” “It’s merely for social appearances, I’m afraid.” “That’s quite alright." "My husband has no skills beyond drinking sake and rambling on." “Well, he does compose poetry despite appearances." "He has a talent quite unlike his usual demeanor, you know."

His Excellency insisted. “Father’s is this one, right?”

Miss Yoshiko said. “What’s that?” “This one.” She made a gesture of counting on her fingers. His Excellency seemed to be a methodical poet who meticulously counted and fitted each of the thirty-one syllables into place. “Is Miss Yoshiko also accomplished in composing poetry?” “Not at all. I’ve entirely inherited Father’s esteemed temperament, you see.” “Well, well,”

Mrs. Ootani was at a loss for words. If she denied it, she would be affirming His Excellency’s lack of skill. “I can’t do anything at all.” “You’re full of jokes,” “All I’m good for is a bit of chattiness. My forte is—”

Miss Yoshiko was being modest. “I’m no good either. When it comes to being unskilled, I won’t lose to anyone.”

And Adachi, feeling compelled to say something, confessed. But this way, he was dragging Miss Yoshiko into the same category. "You're certainly not the skilled type, are you?"

His Excellency promptly acknowledged. “Ah…” “Actually, today is your day of reckoning, Mr. Adachi.” “Your Excellency, sir?” “No, it’s you.” “Ahh…”

“First, Yoshikawa outmaneuvered you and Seto. Then Seto outmaneuvered you. You’re being outmaneuvered by both of them.” “Ahh…” “Among the three, you’re probably the most honest one.” “Well...” “It’s better you remain in the dark—a mercy for your future.” “No, I did have a sense that something felt off.” “Yoshikawa was astute. That’s what they call lightning speed. Mrs.Maruo is quite something too. Mrs.Ootani, you’re too trusting.”

“Actually, I was scolded by Mr. Adachi over that matter.” “Nonsense—it’s nobler for men to let themselves be deceived now and then!” “I’m overwhelmed by your generous praise.” “Ha ha ha!”

“I understood Yoshikawa’s maneuver right away, but how exactly is Seto outmaneuvering us?”

And Adachi couldn't quite grasp the connection. "His Excellency General Mizobuchi has arrived," said Rear Admiral Hashimoto. "Seto has pulled out quite the formidable figure as his matchmaker." "Ah, I see," Mrs. Ootani responded. "Like myself, he's now a seasoned hand—though in his day, he was a celebrated Army tactician," continued the Rear Admiral. "It appears he was a disciple of Seto's grandfather." "Ah, I see." "He's my brother's friend—we met two or three times and bared our souls to each other." A dry chuckle escaped him. "An intriguing character."

“He is truly a master strategist.” “Ah. Seto, under orders from the strategist, lured you away by pretending to leave with you before immediately turning back.” “Ah, I see.” “This too was lightning speed. The moment you turned away, he must have rushed right in. Before long, Yoshiko returned home—after that, it became his solo performance.” “I’ve been thoroughly outmaneuvered.” “That’s why I felt so terribly sorry for you and decided to ensure fairness. With this, today everyone stands on equal footing.”

“Thank you very much.” “If you don’t stay vigilant, you’ll end up like Tashiro Roku-san.” “Are you referring to Mr. Tashiro?” “The teacher who applied that hair growth tonic he received. “His name is Tashiro Rokusaburō.” “Tashiro Roku-san, carrying a one-shō sake bottle.” “For some reason, the sake bottle stands tall.” “Is this a waka poem?” “Tashiro Roku-san is quite portly, but he’s a small man.” “This is my masterpiece, I tell you!” “Instead of stating that Roku-san was short in stature, he shrewdly highlighted how the one-shō sake bottle appeared taller.” “Don’t you agree this achieves the pinnacle of contrast?”

“Ah, I see.” “If you examine it properly, it doesn’t qualify as a waka poem—but since it fits shamisen melodies, it became quite popular among my comrades back then.” “It’s a masterpiece.” “Tashiro Roku-san, carrying a one-shō sake bottle—for some reason, the sake bottle stands tall.”

And His Excellency was quite drunk.

As soon as the meal ended, Mrs. Ootani said, “Yoshiko, why don’t you show Mr. Adachi to the Western-style room and hear what he has to say? I’ll keep your mother company here.” With that, she released the two principals. Adachi followed Miss Yoshiko back to the parlor. “It’s been some time since we last met at Mitsukoshi, hasn’t it, Mr. Adachi?” “Ah,” “Oh my, there’s another occasion too.” “This morning.” “No.”

“Then when was it?” “It was four or five days ago in the evening. Although you didn’t notice, there were two trains in a row, and I was on the latter one. You were the one who got there first.”

“Ah.” “Without your knowing that I was following behind, you stopped at the house gate and took a brief peek.”

“Ha ha… You saw everything, didn’t you?” “Tch.” “Huh?” “It’s all lies!” “What?!” “Ohohoho!” Miss Yoshiko opened with brutal directness.

“There’s no helping it. Today you’re bound to be outmaneuvered.” “Thanks to all this commotion, I’ve been thoroughly worn out myself.” “Mr. Yoshikawa came around mid-morning.” “I dispatched him easily enough, but Mr. Seto—being rather clever—proved quite the challenge.”

“So you’re being conquered too?” “I see.” “Then I must prepare myself.” “Somehow, I find great pleasure in making things difficult for you.” “Consider it revenge—pure and simple!” “What revenge?” “I’ve been stockpiling this resentment for two or three years now.” “Because while teasing Sukemasa, you kept saying all manner of things that troubled me!”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” “Oh no, you’re all more or less the same. On the other hand, now that things have come to this, we can speak without reserve right away—isn’t that splendid?” “Ah.” “Now it’s my turn to give you trouble.” “Did Yoshikawa have any trouble?”

Adachi had intended this as reconnaissance. “Since Mrs. Maruo was with me, I held back this time, but starting next time, it’ll be the real deal.” “Shall I call Mrs. Ootani as well?”

“Please do.” “Ha ha… Even if they come, I’ll drive them off!” “Old folks are such a nuisance.” “How pitiful—they’ll cry.” “Ohohoho!” “She still thinks she’s young.” “Mrs. Maruo—what do you think of her?”

“Well... “As the enemy’s strategist?”

“No, do you consider that sort of person a beauty?” “That may be her reputation, but no beauty will do. In the presence of the sun, even the moon turns pale blue.” “My! You’re not one to leave in the corner, are you?” Miss Yoshiko was taking it all lightly. “Mrs. Maruo is my enemy as well.”

“This time it’s become doubly intertwined with Mrs. Ootani’s connections too.” “From what I’ve heard, Mrs. Maruo is clearly at fault.” “That’s only one side of the story.” “Mrs. Maruo has her own justifications.” “What possible justification could there be?” “I wouldn’t know anything about that—” “But let’s set that aside—” “Did you have something to add?” “No. Ha ha…”

Adachi was not exactly tight-lipped. Admittedly, he was doing his utmost. After Yoshikawa, Seto became the topic of conversation. It seems Seto had begun pulling strings immediately after graduating. Because he had cut in later, his insistence that a greeting was only natural was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision.

“One day, there was a student newspaper in the mailbox.” “It’s from your school.” “So I figured out everyone’s seating order.”

said Miss Yoshiko. “So that would be the end of March, then.” “I see.” “Was I at the bottom?” “You weren’t last, though.” “I’m still part of the core group, you know.” “Mr. Seto had declared he would not fall below third place.” “That was indeed the case—though he couldn’t take first place.” “Had he been sending those bulletins ahead of time?” “Sukemasa said so.” “I see.” “Putting that together, I concluded it must have been Mr. Seto who placed the newspaper there.”

“It’s definitely him. Because he’s a master of crafty schemes.”

“You mustn’t harbor any resentment.” “Is it not only fair to acknowledge a scholar as such?” “Ah...” “I must rigorously evaluate every good point to the fullest; otherwise, I can’t justify myself to Father and Mother. Please understand.” “Well, even I don’t dispute that Seto is a scholar.” “If anything, I take pride in him as a friend.”

Adachi was, by nature, fair and upright. “You have many good points yourself, even if your school grades aren’t the best.”

“Heh heh...”

“Even if I mention they’re not good, that’s only compared to Mr. Seto and Mr. Yoshikawa.” “I’m better than Yoshikawa. But since my seating order is lower, there’s no use saying anything about it now.” “Your true merit lies in your very character. Father acknowledges this too.” “He says you’re the most honest one.” “Having been outmaneuvered, there’s nothing to boast about.”

“Your artless simplicity must be your charm.” “That’s quite enough now.” “Ohoho.” “You’re making me out to be a simpleton.”

“You certainly do need to learn from Mr. Seto and Mr. Yoshikawa, don’t you think?”

Miss Yoshiko jested smugly.

“Thank you very much.” “Yes, yes. “We were discussing the student newspaper.” “It’s come up again.” “This time, Mr. Seto’s name appeared in the ‘New Hires’ section.” “Top of the list—and quite decisively!” “So I’ve come all this way just to hear Seto’s publicity campaign.” “I had thought this must be groundwork for a marriage proposal—and indeed, he secured first place.”

“About when was it? The proposal?” “About a month ago.” “So he spent six months on preparatory groundwork, then.” “He apparently took great care in vetting the matchmaker.” “Instead, His Excellency General Mizobuchi.” “He’s an extraordinarily formidable person, you know.” “Hah...” “Since he was brought in from the General Staff Office, Mr. Seto is fully committed to securing victory.”

“But he’s not on active duty anymore, is he?” “He’s retired.” “A general, you know.” “Hah...”

Adachi was utterly overwhelmed. From what followed in their conversation, it appeared that Miss Yoshiko had ranked Seto first, Yoshikawa second, and Adachi third. Adachi, being who he was, could not help but panic. “Mr. Adachi, what sports did you play during your student days?” At last, Miss Yoshiko turned her attention to Mr. Adachi.

“Baseball, tennis, and swimming, I suppose. But they were all rather half-hearted efforts.” “Were you not on the team?” “Oh, not at all!”

“Sukemasa said you were a master at everything and was quite impressed.” “I just did a bit of boasting. Children take things seriously right away.” “Yes, yes, he said you were a horse master.” “When it comes to horses, I really am a master.” “So you have many back in your hometown, do you?” “Ah. My family may not be wealthy, but we’re certainly horse owners. Shall I give you one as a gift?” “Oh ho ho ho.” “Ha ha ha!” And Adachi recalled the block-long elevator. Miss Yoshiko’s laughter must have been because Mrs. Ootani had told her about the dream.

“They say horses cost a lot of money, don’t they?” “That’s not true at all. I’m actually thinking of bringing one over soon to ride around on.” “That would be quite troublesome.” “Why is that?” “Earlier, His Excellency General Mizobuchi told us how he became poor because of a horse. When he became a Major, he received his first horse, you see. Since he could ride to work from the rank of Major onward, he apparently swaggered about as if he were lord of his own castle. However, the fodder allowance from the authorities was meager, they say. On top of that, he moved to a house with a stable and had to pay the groom’s salary, so he immediately cried out in distress.”

“I see. Even if I worked as the groom myself, I’d still need a stable, wouldn’t I?” “Ah.” “If I rented a house with a stable, my whole monthly salary would vanish into rent.”

“That’s precisely why I must ask you to refrain from keeping horses.” “I’ll definitely give it up.” “Oh ho ho ho, that sounds like you’ve already passed with flying colors.”

And Miss Yoshiko was in fine form. Adachi became so engrossed in conversation that he lost all track of time. Having learned from the maid that Mrs. Ootani had already left earlier, “Well then, I’ll take my leave as well.” And he resolved. It was regrettable, but there had been no opportunity.

“Please wait.

“I’ll explain the timetable.” “Is this about the visiting days?” “I see.”

“Mr. Yoshikawa opposed it, but having you establish the schedule would be advantageous for everyone.” “It’s for my sake more than all of yours. If I had to handle three suitors alone, I couldn’t possibly manage.” “I understand completely.” “Monday and Tuesday for Mr. Seto, Wednesday and Thursday for Mr. Yoshikawa, Friday and Saturday for you.”

“That’s acceptable.” “Evenings only.”

“I see. What about Sundays?” “Sundays are my day off.” “I see.” “Even if you all have two days a week, I have no days of peace.” “That’s a fair point.”

“In return, I might pay you a surprise visit on Sundays.” “Hah-ah.”

“I shall visit wherever I please.” “By all means, please do.” “If you’re not present then, your qualification will be revoked. Is that agreeable?” “What time on Sunday?”

“That I cannot tell you.” “When I feel like it.” “I don’t even know myself.” “However, being a woman, I suppose it would be during daylight.”

“So that means on Sundays during the day, I can’t go anywhere, can I?” “Of course—that much should be obvious. Don’t Christians dedicate their Sundays to God?”

And Miss Yoshiko considered herself to be of great importance.

The Meticulous Seto

Seto had naturally intended to leverage an influential matchmaker to strengthen his position, but he never imagined he could secure someone of General Mizobuchi’s stature. At first, he was at a loss with absolutely no leads. While informing seniors of his graduation and employment status during visits, he attempted to forge connections along the way—though in truth, this networking had been his primary objective all along. However, none of them had any ties to the Hashimoto family. Then he recalled several friends of his father’s. Among them was a former Ministry of Education technician who now taught Noh chanting—a man from whom his father had received lessons during their Tokyo years when Seto was still a middle schooler. There had even been an incident where young Seto complained to his mother about being unable to study due to Mr. Morohoshi and his father’s vocal practice sessions. Yet when Seto finally resolved to visit this man years later, Mr. Morohoshi remembered him well. Upon hearing about Seto’s graduation and job, Morohoshi immediately assumed he’d come to study Noh chanting,

“Since today’s lesson is about to begin, please stay and listen,” he said. “Ah.” “All the disciples at my place are quite distinguished.” “Today, General Mizobuchi will be gracing us with his presence.”

“An Army general?” “Ah.” “His Excellency the General is a senior from my hometown.” At this, Seto became interested. He had never met him, but he was the most successful from their hometown. “Then there’s His Excellency Matsumura and Mr. Hashimoto. Both are Navy.” “They’re all seasoned military men, you see.” “They don’t put on airs because they’ve no money.” “They all come here from their own initiative.”

“When you say ‘Mr. Hashimoto,’ you mean His Excellency, correct?” “Just as I thought!” “No, he’s a Colonel. “The elder brothers are both Excellencies, but it’s the foolish younger brother we’re dealing with.”

“Isn’t the elder brother residing in Tanuki-ana?” “I don’t know anything beyond that.”

Mr. Morohoshi brusquely ended the conversation, but Seto already felt he had secured his advantage. Before long, His Excellency Mizobuchi, His Excellency Matsumura, and Commander Hashimoto had all assembled. Seto was introduced. Mr. Morohoshi added that he was from the same hometown as His Excellency Mizobuchi. “So you’re from Sukumo as well?” “Yes, sir.”

“When you say ‘Seto from Sukumo,’ might you be related to Mr. Gunpei Seto?” “I’m his grandson.” “What a fortunate coincidence. I was once Mr. Gunpei’s disciple. He taught me at our hometown’s elementary school.” “Ah, I see.” “When I last visited home four or five years ago, I briefly met him—has he remained in good health since?” “He remains well, sir.” “He must be quite elderly now? Having been my teacher—” “He’s seventy-eight or nine.”

“Still only that age?” “Given I’m sixty-one, yes—that seems about right.” “I’ve known Your Excellency’s name since childhood. Meeting you is an honor.”

“Oh, these old bones are no longer of any use,” said General Mizobuchi to Seto. “As I’m just an idle retiree, you must come visit me sometime.” “I shall humbly pay my respects,” Seto replied. Just as their conversation reached its natural conclusion— “Well now, this is astonishing!” Commander Hashimoto interjected, addressing the group. “Your Excellency too is a product of elementary schooling?”

Commander Hashimoto voiced his thoughts.

“There’s no cause for astonishment.” “Truth be told, I’d always taken you for a temple school man myself.” “Don’t you dare belittle me!” “Ha ha ha!”

“Excuse me, but isn’t Mr. Hashimoto’s older brother the Excellency residing in Tanuki-ana?”

Seto asked. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“I’m boarding right in Mr. Hashimoto’s neighborhood.”

“Ah, yes, sir.” “Your nephew Sukemasa sometimes pays visits to my place.” “This too is quite a coincidence.” “I trust I may rely on your kindness.” “Are you beginning your formal apprenticeship today?”

Mr. Hashimoto was off the mark.

Even if it wasn’t His Excellency Hashimoto himself, someone who knew his younger brother would suffice. Two potential leads had emerged at once. It went without saying that Seto considered His Excellency Mizobuchi a more suitable candidate than the Noh instructor. He promptly paid a visit. For now, however, he focused on cultivating His Excellency’s trust. Out of necessity, he also began learning Noh chants under Mr. Morohoshi. Being a man of talent, this proved effective. Commander Hashimoto too began looking after him. Then, after waiting for the opportune moment to explain the situation to His Excellency, he immediately agreed to take it on.

Seto, with both an exceptionally formidable matchmaker and Commander Hashimoto serving as his patron, could afford to proceed with unruffled composure. Yoshikawa, who thought it was abrupt when he heard that Seto had proposed, was being short-sighted. This applied to school grades as well. Seto was a hard worker. Yoshikawa and Adachi were exerting efforts beyond anyone’s notice. It wasn’t merely that he was capable. He was confident because he had numerous resources at his disposal. Seto was a man of confidence even in marriage proposals. Having exhausted every possible means, he now awaited success. Although he was quite close with the landlady of his boarding house, he did not seek her counsel like Adachi did. He merely reported that he began speaking with the daughter of a certain prominent figure.

“Your Excellency, thank you for your guidance this morning. I deeply regret having imposed upon your valuable time.” Seto immediately went to express his gratitude. This followed the evening when hostilities had formally commenced. “Not at all,” said His Excellency. “How did matters proceed? After our earlier discussion...” “Thanks to your support, I believe I’ve made a favorable impression.” “Did you converse with the young lady herself?” “Yes, sir.” “She’s rather different from the women around here—quite the refined young miss.”

“Since they come thundering in, if I let my guard down, I’ll end up parrying blows. After all, they’re charging with full intent to subjugate.” “Subjugate? What precisely do you mean by that?”

“I believe their intention is to prevent me from gaining the upper hand in the future.” “We’ll crush them outright here. You can’t afford to lose to a woman.”

His Excellency Mizobuchi was in high spirits.

“However, if we win too easily, it will hurt their feelings, so our policy is to keep them at arm’s length.” “If they try too hard to curry favor just to get what they want, they’ll end up unable to gain the upper hand later.” “I’ve taken that into consideration as well.” “Ah—I nearly forgot. His Excellency Hashimoto called earlier today. He’s set the dates. Monday and Tuesday are yours.” “Ah.” “That’s the arrangement.”

"What about Sunday?" “Hmm. I didn’t ask about that.” “It was settled for Monday and Tuesday evenings.” “Since he said to pass that along to you, this timing works perfectly.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll come again tomorrow evening without delay.” “Look here—you’re indeed the frontrunner. Having outmaneuvered them today and continuing tomorrow and the day after, you’ll fully seize the initiative.” “Ah. Thanks to you, everything is falling into place.” “How are your opponents faring?” “We haven’t met since then, but they might have already realized they’ve been stealthily outmaneuvered and be grinding their teeth in frustration.” “That was sharp. His Excellency Hashimoto was impressed too, wasn’t he?”

“Ha ha ha.” “That’s the way.” “Yes, sir.”

“But if our approach isn’t weightier, it won’t leave a mark. This time we’ll hit them hard with an aggressive counterstrike.” “I’ll devise something.” “Every step we take forces them back—so under no circumstances do we yield ground.” “Yes, sir.”

“If those two were Army men, there’d be a way to deal with them decisively, but...” “What would you do?” “We’ll drive them off to some rural regiment.”

“Ha ha ha.” “How’s your physical strength? Are you confident?” “Well...” “Men of Tosa are supposed to be strong. They declare ‘End debate—charge!’ and act.” “What does that mean?” “‘End debate’ means the conclusion of verbal argument, and ‘Charge!’ signifies the commencement of physical force. By the time they say ‘Charge!’, they’re already moving. This is the time-honored way of combat for men of Tosa.”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“This dispute will be settled decisively sooner or later. When the time comes, strike swiftly.” “However, physical force is prohibited. Those who resort to physical force will lose their eligibility, as His Excellency Hashimoto has stipulated.” “That’s just the official stance.” “No, there was a precedent in Miss Yoshiko’s sister’s case.” Seto conveyed the matter exactly as he had heard it.

“Well then, how about using that to have those two fight each other?” “They wouldn’t do that.” “No—we’ll engineer it so they have no choice but to fight.” “Isn’t there some stratagem to drive a wedge between them?”

"I'll consider it, but the situation seems favorable enough to win as things stand."

“Are you confident?”

“Yes, sir.” “Well then, if an incident occurs, come consult me again. “At such times, skillfully riding the wave speeds things along.” “Having you stir up some incident could be one approach.” “We must take action. “I’ll give it some thought too.”

General Mizobuchi remained thoroughly reliable.

Publicity and Moral Instruction

Seto had maintained exemplary grades from elementary school through university, making him inherently model-worthy. There had been scant need for scheming, yet to secure success definitively, he added additional refinements to what was already flawless. Moreover, as he intended to govern Miss Yoshiko in the future, he covertly strove to impart moral instruction. Consequently, his conversations invariably settled into logical discourse while carrying a hint of self-promotion.

“Mr. Seto, are you an early riser?” “Ah, lately I’ve been rising at five.” “Oh my, my.” “The eastern sky turns crimson. Sunrises are far more beautiful than sunsets, you know.” “Oh, but I’m such a late sleeper myself—I’ve never seen one.” “Morning hours are precious when your mind is sharpest. I believe if all Japan rose one hour earlier, efficiency would soar and the nation would prosper.”

“But if you wake up an hour earlier, you’ll just grow tired that much sooner, so it amounts to the same thing in the end.” “Not at all—once you get used to it, it’s perfectly manageable.” “I practice it.” “I always read from five to six-thirty.”

Such was the nature of their exchanges. It smacked of self-promotion yet carried the weight of moral instruction. In contrast, Yoshikawa was entirely different.

“When I oversleep and risk being late, I take a yen taxi. “I haggle them down to thirty sen.” “How awful of you!” “But it’s not that I’m stingy with money. “Because the more I haggle, the faster they drive.” “Being late affects the bonus.” “At thirty sen, even taking a yen taxi would be worth it.” “Pardon me, but isn’t a bonus supposed to be money?” “Of course it is.” “Then doesn’t that mean you’re ultimately being stingy with money?”

There was an opportunity for Miss Yoshiko to corner him. Since she had openly declared her intent to cause trouble, she should have just troubled him a bit, but Seto maintained his exam-hall composure. He endeavored to earn their respect through genuine competence.

"I arrive at school ten minutes before classes begin every morning." "Just like the rules dictate. Straight from the ethics textbook." "What?"

“Do people who always arrive ten minutes early inevitably succeed, I wonder? Ohoho.”

“However, mine is simply habit. It’s been that way since my student days. In other words, I find that more convenient. It’s no great feat or anything.” “Are you very busy with your school duties, I wonder?”

“Since I work with children, my lectures are rather limited in scope, but the administrative work is troublesome. I want to return to my alma mater as soon as possible.” “So if you return, you’ll be a professor, I suppose?” “An associate professor at first.” “When I graduated, I was told to become an assistant and remain at my alma mater, but an assistant’s salary was only twenty yen, you see.” “I didn’t want to keep mooching off my parents any longer, so I decided to earn my own living.” “...” “But if I’m going to tax my mind on administrative work anyway, I should’ve just abandoned it altogether.”

“When you say ‘abandoning it,’ do you mean…?” “It means joining a company. I could’ve joined Mitsui or Mitsubishi.”

But Seto shouldn’t get too serious. His academic prowess had already been fully recognized, but she wanted him measured against the other two. “Don’t you have any more amusing stories?” “Well...” “Shall I show you the photo album?” Miss Yoshiko grew bored. Yet when Seto wasn’t tense, he fared well. He stood as Adachi’s polar opposite.

“Even someone like me has received a reward from the authorities for rescuing a life, you know.” “Really?” “It happened when I returned to my hometown during middle school.” “At a swimming beach.” “I saved a policeman who couldn’t swim.” “Oh my!” “I saw something floundering in the water, so I grabbed it and pulled it up—only to realize afterward it was a policeman.” “He’d gone into the deep area despite not knowing how to swim.” “How backwards—the rescuer needing rescue himself!”

“That’s why the newspapers made such a big fuss about it.” “I received five yen as a reward.”

“That’s rather cheap, isn’t it?” “However, five yen for a middle school student. Having gotten a taste for it, I’ve been searching for policemen who can’t swim ever since, but I can’t find any anymore.” “Ohoho.”

“Hahaha.” “Don’t you have any more?” “Of such stories?”

“This time, it’s a story of failure. Since this involves both Yoshikawa and Adachi, I must ask you to overlook any sensitive parts.” “Don’t worry.”

“Since the original responsibility lay with me, I was resented afterward.” “It was two or three years ago.” “There’s a gidayū reciter called Tosa Dayū who hails from my hometown.” “There was a support group for him, and I was forced to take three tickets from my senior.” “I had Mr. Yoshikawa and Mr. Adachi each buy a ticket, so please imagine that the three of us went out.” “I’ll imagine that for you.” “Ohoho.” “It was the Kabukiza.” “It was a puppet theater performance.” “Since both Kabukiza and puppet theater were firsts for us, everything felt wonderfully new.” During the intermission, as the three of them were talking, a man wearing hakama trousers approached and said, “Would all three of you kindly come this way?” “Since I had the support group in mind, I thought there would be a treat.” “It was exactly dinner hour.” “When we followed him, we found ourselves outside.” A car was waiting, and we were guided to it. Separately, two men in Western clothes had, unbeknownst to us, begun following behind us. “Where are we going to eat?” I asked, but the three men practically shoved us three into the car. At the same time, they got in themselves and pulled down the window curtains. “Where are we going?” “You’ll find out soon enough,” came the gruff reply this time. “Of course it is.”

"The place they were taken to was the police station."

“Oh my!” “Mr. Yoshikawa burst into quiet sobs.” “We were each questioned one by one.” “We came under suspicion of being a trio of burglars.” “It must be a case of mistaken identity, wouldn’t you agree?” “Of course it was.”

“Ohoho.” “At dawn that day, a trio of burglars broke into our classmate Wakuii’s house.” “We’d already heard every detail from Wakuii himself.” “Adachi had been carrying the evening paper, and during break time in the hallway, he said ‘Look—it’s published,’ and showed it to me.” As I read it, I remarked, “This isn’t right.” “Since Yoshikawa knew all about it too, he started criticizing the article—‘They got both the entry and exit points wrong,’ he said.”

“That must have been what went wrong.” “Yes—because we were caught during the next intermission.” “What happened after that? And the police?” “We told them we were students at XX University, but since it was summer and we wore straw hats with yukatas, we couldn’t provide proof. To make matters worse, there was a wrench in Adachi’s sleeve.” “Why on earth was he carrying such a thing?”

“He said he’d left it in his sleeve after fixing the radio and forgotten about it, but the police wouldn’t accept that explanation.” “Yoshikawa tearfully stated his father’s credentials.” “Railway Ministry Engineer and Doctor of Engineering.” “However, they wouldn’t believe us.” “‘Please let me make a call,’ Yoshikawa cried out through loud sobs.” “Oh my!” “Before long, Mr. Yoshikawa’s father arrived, and the suspicion was cleared.” “But how awful, being suspected of robbery like that.” “That’s simply too much!”

“But when you think about it, it was only natural,” said Seto. “Since we’d heard every detail from Mr. Wakuii and were discussing particulars beyond what the newspaper reported, they became absolutely convinced we were the culprits.” “Mightn’t your appearances have matched theirs to some extent?” Yoshiko inquired. “Well…” Seto hesitated. “The police officers said as much themselves while laughing. ‘Students ought to go about looking like students,’ they advised. To tell the truth, our outfits didn’t harmonize with Kabukiza’s first-class seats either.”

“Certainly so. They must have already found you suspicious and been watching when you started that questionable conversation.” “I learned my lesson from that incident. We got arrested without even properly seeing the puppet show we’d made such an effort to attend.” “Ohoho.” “We laughed about it afterward, but at the time I feared the worst. The other two insist it’s my fault. While I did invite them along, it was Mr. Adachi who produced the newspaper. Had that conversation never started, there would have been no trouble—so responsibility lies with him. However, according to Mr. Adachi’s reasoning, since Mr. Yoshikawa bore the closest resemblance to one of the burglars—as evidenced by his receiving the harshest interrogation—he too must share the blame.”

“How amusing.” “Don’t you have any more?” “If you expect them that often, I can’t keep up.”

If Seto had confined himself to such anecdotes alone,Yoshiko would have been delighted; but whenever his scholar's pride swelled too conspicuously,the atmosphere inevitably grew stifling.

“Mr. Adachi had a heroic tale worthy of the newspaper, didn’t he?” “However, that is completely baseless.” “Since he stole the credit from the neighboring student.” “You.” “Don’t you have any heroic tales of your own?”

“Well.” “It’s not that I don’t have any.” “One more, please.” “I’ll think about it.” “Oh, made-up stories won’t do!”

“Ha ha ha.” “How sneaky of you.”

“Not at all, this actually happened. They sent several strapping men.” “My! How extraordinary.” “Then I gave chase in a frenzy, running like Idaten himself.” “But they strained every muscle to avoid being overtaken.” “When was this?” “At our school sports festival.”

“My!”

“This is what we refer to as a running race.” “You had me utterly taken in!” “You make quite a habit of this sort of trickery, don’t you?”

And Miss Yoshiko praised him. Mr. Seto, as demonstrated here, could do it if he put his mind to it. He could spin tall tales when he put his mind to it. The story about the lifesaving later became an issue.

“That’s a lie.”

Mr. Yoshikawa declared. "You sounded so earnest when you told it." "Did you write that in the rewards and punishments section of the application form?" "It isn't written there, you know." "Because it's a lie. You couldn't possibly deceive us to that extent." "I took it all completely seriously and expressed my utmost respect for you!" "First of all, Mr. Seto himself can hardly swim." "Goodness gracious!"

“I’ve been to the pool with him before, but he’s nowhere near skilled enough to save anyone.” “He only shows off where he can hold his own.”

“It was during your middle school days. Perhaps you’ve forgotten after devoting yourself entirely to studying since then.”

“Once you learn to swim, you never forget it. Your whole middle school tale sounds suspicious.” “That part about your school days reeks of fabrication.” “But you said it happened at your hometown beach resort.” “Relocating the scene to some distant shore makes it doubly dubious.” “Then I’ve been thoroughly deceived, haven’t I?” “You’ve got the story backwards.” “Truth is, you were saved by a policeman.” “A policeman needing rescue? How utterly unprecedented.” “The man’s a coward.” “He’d never risk his neck saving anyone.”

“But Father did remark that Tosa men are strong. Do you know how he corners people in arguments?” “I don’t know.” “Once he corners you in a debate—there’s no turning back! When Father says that, it’s already raining blood, he says.”

“He seems to be making rather grand claims these days.” “But that’s still preferable to moral lectures.” “How has Adachi been lately?” “Haven’t you seen him?” “Uh…” “He’s perfectly fine.” “You’re still going to expose my secrets, aren’t you?” “But that person hasn’t told any lies.” “Oh…” “When you decline with ‘Well, because that’s just how it is,’ it’s a lie, so I can tell right away.” “So all my habits have been exposed, huh?”

“As for yours, I’ve already seen right through them.”

Miss Yoshiko prided herself on her discernment.

An Outsider's Evaluation Adachi spent four Sundays waiting in vain to receive Miss Yoshiko's surprise visit. Yoshikawa and Seto fared no better. For Miss Yoshiko, two evenings of courtship per week seemed sufficient. Should any suitor demand more attention, that would signal her favoritism toward him. Thus did surprise visits become the norm. And so all three waited eagerly, necks craned in anticipation.

“Mrs. Ootani, what might today be like?”

And again on a Sunday morning, Adachi sought the strategist’s opinion.

“Not yet. The situation remains fifty-fifty.” “Is it between me and Yoshikawa?”

“Ah, it’s truly dead even.” “Is Seto doing better?” “No, he’s fallen slightly behind.” “If that’s truly the case, I’d be grateful.” “I visit every other day and meet both Miss Yoshiko and her mother, so I can generally gauge things.” “Is Mrs.Maruo also visiting every other day?” “Ah yes. Even us matchmakers have ended up with scheduled days now.”

Thus, the matchmakers became embroiled in a dual competition.

After a long absence, Komiya came to visit. This was Komiya bending over backward to please his fiancée Miss Wakako, sparing no effort in his attentions. All four close friends were now gathered in full force.

“Lately, I’ve only been allowed free movement on Sunday mornings.”

As Komiya had said, that was already the case.

“Long time no see.” “Are you busy?”

“Hmm. “This and that.” “If you come here, it’ll kill two birds with one stone. “I came here thinking we’d have a good talk. “Let’s not waste time—call Yoshikawa for me, would you?” “Yoshikawa isn’t coming.” “Why?” “He doesn’t go out on Sundays.” “Then we’ll go over there ourselves!”

“I can’t go out on Sundays either.” “Why?” “There are circumstances.” “Did you have a fight?” “No.” “Then what’s the reason?” “Shall I tell you?”

And Adachi steeled himself and recounted everything from start to finish. Komiya wasn’t the least bit surprised. Having spent their student days constantly together, he’d long had an inkling. “So it’s finally started?” he said. “You two were inevitable, but—” He seemed genuinely taken aback only by Seto’s candidacy. “A three-way fight now.” “Ah,” said Adachi, “now I see.” “Did something happen?”

“I went to Mr. Seto’s place last Sunday. When I tried to invite him over here, he said he doesn’t go out on Sundays.” “He’s waiting, you know.” “Well, this is getting interesting.” “Whose turn will come around?” “Well… Yoshikawa and you are evenly matched.” “While you two are busy grappling with each other, I think Mr. Seto might just swoop in and snatch her away.” “Mr. Seto wouldn’t stand a chance.” “Why?” “Miss Wakako had said. ‘Mr. Seto has his genius dangling right from the tip of his nose,’ she said.”

"That's exactly why his scholarly brilliance makes him threatening." "No, that's precisely why it backfires on him. You and Yoshikawa are much better regarded. Especially you." "How can you be sure?"

“Miss Wakako has said so.” “What? I’m not the one marrying Miss Wakako.” “Who’d put up with being married off like that?” “It can’t be helped, huh?”

“I like Mr. Adachi the most because he’s so straightforward,” she says. “No matter what Miss Wakako says, it won’t do anything for Miss Yoshiko’s side.” “No, what Miss Wakako says now will become what Miss Yoshiko says later. They’re both cut from the same modern cloth.” “Is Miss Wakako selfish?” “Terribly so. She admits it herself.” “Miss Yoshiko does too.” “See here!” “Can she outmaneuver you?” “I’ve been outmaneuvered every single time.”

“Does she get angry if you get the time wrong?” “Of course she does. Even today, if I don’t return by exactly twelve, she’ll be in a huff right away. She says ‘I don’t know,’ and then she won’t speak to me at all.” “In such cases, do you end up apologizing and getting flustered?”

And Adachi let slip through his explanation. "I don't get flustered. I crack jokes to keep her happy." "I see." "You've been taking quite a beating too, haven't you?"

“Hmm.” “Actually, last night I was a bit late leaving for work.” “Then Miss Yoshiko wouldn’t speak to me.” “She just makes me do all the talking.” “That’s just how it is.” “I asked her ‘Did you get upset?’” “‘Where do you keep your common sense?’ she shot back.” “Where on earth do you keep your common sense?” “Just try asking.” “If I do that I’ll get scolded.” “I’m always the one apologizing.” “Apologizing’s quicker than making excuses.” “The other party just wants to feel authoritative.”

“I sometimes get put through the wringer.” “That’s a good thing. Because each time, the negotiations grow deeper.”

“I see.” “Yoshikawa is probably the same as you.” “But Seto is different.” “A valiant man, alas knows not the art of war.” “I know.” “Because he’s scheming by asking an Army General to be his matchmaker.” “No, this isn’t about frontal assault.” “Seto might fare well in arranged meetings, but when it comes to courtship, those very academic achievements you dread will backfire.” “Women detest men who dangle scholarly intellect before their noses.” “They prefer someone more human—that is, someone like me.”

“Here we go again.” “I don’t mean to speak ill of Seto, but that man’s virtues are his vices.” “It’s all well and good that he’s conscious of being academically gifted, but that very consciousness leads him to make preposterous miscalculations.” “He believes those who excelled in school deserve special treatment even after entering society.” “Can’t you see that plain as day?”

“It does.” “With such outlandish notions guiding your courtship, there’s no chance of keeping her pleased.” “Women delight in those who offer them undivided attention.” “Your expectations will only collide with hers.”

“I see.” “I’ll stamp my seal of approval on it.” “What’re you stamping?”

“I guarantee that Seto will soon be driven out of the competition.” “And then?”

“That’s all there is to it. After that, it’ll be a one-on-one duel between you and Yoshikawa. Give it your all!” “Which way do you think it’ll go?” “I can’t say that far. Or maybe I am thinking of you. Because Miss Wakako said she likes you best.”

And Komiya returned to the subject of Miss Wakako’s standards.

“Don’t you have any strategies up your sleeve?” “Well... “Even if I did, I couldn’t share it.” “I’m a close friend to both you and Mr. Yoshikawa.” “When did your relationship with Miss Wakako begin, and how has it progressed...?” “...until it’s properly settled.” “Haven’t I told you this countless times already?” “The truth is, I wasn’t really listening.” “But this time it would be helpful, so I’d like to ask you properly again.” “Of course it would be helpful, but I won’t tell you because it would also be unfair.” “I won’t even stop by Mr. Yoshikawa’s place on my way home.” “I’ve decided not to meet with anyone until the outcome is settled.”

“You’re terribly rigid, aren’t you?” “That’s precisely what Miss Wakako has come to acknowledge in me.” “Here we go again.” “Ha ha ha!” “The truth is, I was afraid to tell you.” “In your case, it’s because you’re closer to Seto than to us.” “It’s not so much deep as it is old.” “That’s precisely why I understand his character.” “Actually, we had an argument recently, and it’s been grating on my nerves.”

“Hmm.” “As I just said, Seto takes school grades as the yardstick for every aspect of life.” “He judges people’s worth by their scores.” “As you know, I’m dead last among the four of us.” “Back in school, he ranked everyone by test scores, calling me things like ‘provisional pass,’ and even though I bit my tongue when Seto mocked me, now that I’m out in the real world, I won’t stand for it anymore.”

“I see.” “The other day, when I mentioned that everyone at my place—starting with the manager—had worked their way up from junior clerks, he dismissed it outright, saying that’s no good.” “Since he judges everything by test scores, he won’t even acknowledge the existence of anyone who didn’t graduate from school.” “But my way of thinking is different.” “I really went at him!”

“I see.”

“I told him to consider an age when schools didn’t even exist,” “Then I asked, ‘Which university did Hideyoshi graduate from?’”

“Ha ha ha!” “Competing for grades at school isn’t anything more than sport. “That’s how I see it—what do you make of that?”

“Hmm, I can’t readily agree.” “I think it’s a mental sport. I consider them things like Go or shogi. Go players and shogi masters may be impressive in their own right, but just because you’re strong at Go or shogi doesn’t mean you can become a minister or company executive. That aspect is an entirely different matter.”

“Did you really have such a debate?” “Hmm. I told him being good at grade-grubbing doesn’t mean you can become a Diet member.” “What did Seto say in response?” “When it comes to arguments, he’s so damn confident—stays perfectly calm. ‘Mark my words,’ he said, ‘those bottom-feeders will be howling in despair soon enough.’ When you think about it, he means you people.”

“Hmm.”

“Indeed, various things came to mind,” “When you come for the New Year’s visit, wash your face before coming,” he said. "I thought it was too soon for a doctoral thesis, but he intended to settle you two by New Year’s." Mr. Komiya continued talking a while longer, then left to make it back exactly by twelve o’clock.

The Hijacking Matchmaker

Seto frequently visited General Mizobuchi. It was for reporting and consultation.

“How goes it?” Seto always appreciated how His Excellency would lean forward and initiate the questioning first.

“Things remain unchanged.” “Would you say it’s become a war of attrition?” “Ah…” “If this becomes a war of attrition, those with true ability will naturally prevail.” “By now, the tide should be gradually turning in our favor, but...” “The situation remains chaotic, sir.” “What if we tried something? Just waiting around won’t settle anything.” “There’s simply no strategy left to employ.” “It’s trench warfare, for now.” “Alright. I’ll give it some thought.”

“I leave the rest in your capable hands.” And Seto-kun’s visits always followed the same pattern. He would relay news about the Hashimoto household and then engage in casual conversation. There were even times when he would perform Noh chants before His Excellency and have them corrected.

One evening, after Seto-kun had taken his leave, “What do you think?” “About Seto?” General Mizobuchi addressed his wife. “Regarding what, sir?” “In the Army, he’d be among the sword-bearing elite.” “Flawless.” “He truly does seem so sharp and efficient—such an intelligent gentleman.” “What do you think?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“As Fujiko’s husband.” “Good heavens!” Mrs. Mizobuchi was completely taken aback. “Wouldn’t that be perfectly suitable?” “But you’re already serving as the matchmaker.” “Nonsense—it’s no issue. A poaching matchmaker.” “Such a thing!” “Making someone choose one from three—that’s sheer extravagance on Mr.Hashimoto’s part. I’ll use a scheme and take her.” “This is most improper!” “No, I’ve been considering this all along. First, he’s from our hometown—we know his background. Since Mr.Hashimoto also has a daughter, he’ll surely sympathize with our position.”

General Mizobuchi remained unfazed. It seemed that whenever he told Seto-kun he would give it some thought, this was what he had in mind.

“…………” “What about Fujiko? She’s met Seto two or three times now, hasn’t she?” “Hmm...”

“What are you saying?” “I haven’t said anything like that.”

“Why don’t you ask her how she feels?” “If Fujiko has no objections, might we be able to have him become our son-in-law?” “That goes without saying. With us handling the matchmaking, it’s practically in the bag.” “At any rate, let’s ask her.” Mrs. Mizobuchi also wanted a good husband for her daughter. She was their youngest child. Once this was settled, they could all rest easy. Fujiko was, after all, a beautiful person, so she had confidence. Though her parents had constantly told her about Miss Hashimoto, she was determined not to be outdone. She had no idea what they were going on about.

“Entertaining three suitors? What a strange person she is.” “Mother, are you actually impressed by someone like that?”

“I’m not particularly impressed myself, but that’s simply their family’s custom.” “I don’t consider someone like that to be a chaste young lady.”

“But when you meet her properly, she’s really quite guileless.” “The trendy vivacious type?” “Exactly.”

“Is she pretty?” “I should think she qualifies as a beauty.”

“Has she been plucking her eyebrows or something like that?” “Nothing of the sort.” “She’s simply an ordinary young lady.” “She mentioned wanting to meet you as well.” “I must respectfully decline.”

And so it was settled.

When Miss Fujiko Mizobuchi—a chaste and resolute young lady—was presented with the matter of Seto by her mother, “How disagreeable, I tell you! A man the Hashimotos have rejected?!” And with that, she flatly rejected the idea. It was only natural that she possessed that much discernment.

“That’s not what I meant,” said Fujiko. “Since Mr. Seto is the most brilliant candidate, they say Mr. Hashimoto’s side considers him the most favorable prospect.” “In that case,” her mother replied, “since you could marry Mr. Hashimoto’s daughter, it would be just what you wished for, wouldn’t it?” “Father says it’s such a shame—he’s such an excellent candidate.” “But since he’s fond of Miss Hashimoto.”

“I can’t say for certain—it might simply be competition for competition’s sake.”

And her mother, too, found this part of the matter rather difficult.

“In any case, I must decline.” “Then what if Mr. Seto insists he wants you no matter what?”

“If he comes here after being rejected by them and says such a thing, he’s insulting me.” “Your Father and Mother are here to support you, you know. If by any chance you were to fall short in even the slightest way, your Father and I would decline on your behalf first.” “Then it would lead to something even more absurd.” “What do you mean by that?” “That would be stealing.”

“To put it simply—first of all, yes.” “If we were to have someone who was rejected passed on to us, that would show poor judgment, but Father says having a matchmaker swoop in is part of the planned strategy.” “From the very beginning, he had it all planned out—after putting him through three months of character examinations in September, October, and November, he concluded that this one would be perfectly suitable.”

"But I haven't met Mr. Seto with that intention." "I hadn't fully grasped Father's intentions until now either, but whenever he visits and I meet him, I find him perfectly suitable." "Even if Father and Mother approve, it's no good unless I like him myself." "That naturally centers on you." "He's your husband-to-be, after all." "Do you dislike schoolteachers?" "Not particularly, but..."

“Since he could return to ○○ University and become either a professor or earn a doctorate, that truly qualifies as what you’d call a promising prospect, wouldn’t you agree?” “I’ve heard that as well, but I do have reservations about his appearance.” “Isn’t he an impressive man?” “I haven’t really observed him properly, you know.” “I’ve only happened to meet him two or three times by chance.”

“Well then, why not take your time to hear what he has to say the next time he comes?” “Right. If Mother pretends to be unwell, then I can handle the reception—that should work, don’t you think?” “Yes.” “In that case, I’ll give it a try—but I’ll most likely decline. I can’t bring myself to admire the dedication he shows by paying daily visits to the Hashimotos.” “I’m not insisting on forcing you.”

And with that, her mother was satisfied. She thought he would make a fine son-in-law, but the idea of snatching him away weighed on her conscience.

Seto had secured a formidable matchmaker. His next visit to General Mizobuchi turned out to be an arranged marriage meeting. Not that he himself had any reason to notice this. Unlike his interactions with Miss Yoshiko—where he needed to perform—there being nothing required of him here allowed his manner to remain flawless. His bearing had already passed Mr. Hashimoto’s standards. Miss Fujiko came away with a favorable impression.

“Father, if it’s Mr. Seto, I would be willing to accept a courtship.” “There’s a reason I spent three months conducting thorough examinations.”

"But isn’t Mr. Hashimoto’s evaluation rather unfavorable?" “No—precisely because he’s excelling there, we want him here.” “If he were performing poorly, we’d leave him to them.” “In essence—if the Hashimotos would release him, we’d decline, but if they refuse to let him go, then we must have him at all costs. That makes our position somewhat unreasonable.” “Doesn’t that make it terribly unfair?” “I too thought it seemed contradictory initially, but upon proper consideration—that’s precisely how it must be.” “Because this constitutes what you might call strategic acquisition.”

“Wouldn’t Mr. Hashimoto take offense?” “Some offense can’t be helped. I intend to apologize profusely afterward.” “Mr. Hashimoto understands parental concern as well, so he’ll graciously accept it.” “I’m quite willing if it’s stealing.” “That’s my daughter!” “However, if he’s someone who’s already been rejected by the other party, I absolutely refuse.” “You should already know that from our earlier discussion.” “Didn’t you say the situation still remains evenly matched?”

“Yes.” “Since matters wouldn’t resolve themselves, I advised them to provoke a quarrel.” “Yes.” “He appears most dominant among the three candidates. His results are exemplary. In Army terms, he’d be straight from the elite swordsmen corps. Your father and mother would never do anything to disgrace you.”

"I will humbly abide by Father and Mother’s wishes."

“Very well.” “I’ll handle it appropriately.” “This time, even Father can rest easy.”

“Why is that?” “When firing cannons at our own positions, there’s no risk of missing the mark.”

And His Excellency was satisfied. “Ho ho ho”

“Your only challenge would be making it look like the bullets came from enemy lines.” Mother remained every inch a general’s wife. “With three candidates available, eliminating one would simplify matters. “We needn’t mind if Mr. Hashimoto thanks us for it.” “When does Mr. Seto plan to visit next?” “Same time next week. “He reports weekly, though we might summon him sooner if required.”

“If I were to receive a rejection from Mr. Hashimoto’s side, I would find it disagreeable.” “If by any chance he’s someone who’s been rejected, I absolutely refuse to accept him.”

“To make them refuse, we must make the request ourselves. “I won’t lower my head. “I’ll ensnare Mr. Hashimoto along with the whole lot.” “Oh dear, oh dear.” “Leave it to Father.” “I respectfully place this matter in your hands.” And with that, Miss Fujiko reached her decision.

Divine stratagems and demonic schemes

The following day, General Mizobuchi paid a visit to Rear Admiral Hashimoto. Judging by how he had only once had his wife pay a visit in over a month since then and had completely neglected to pay his respects, he was no seasoned matchmaker. Indeed, he had intended to take over from the very beginning. After offering apologies for his long absence, “Your Excellency Hashimoto, the truth is today I must appear before you as a monk—but I beseech you to grant special leniency in consideration of this bald pate.” he began. “What are you saying?”

“This calls for seppuku.” “I came masking my face.” “I have no excuse to offer.”

“Your Excellency, I must say your explanation comes so abruptly that I’m struggling to follow.” “It concerns Seto. I’ve gone and recommended a most troublesome candidate.” “Ah, I see.” “Of course, there’s nothing to fault about the man himself. He’s a young man with excellent academic records, so we thought he’d be perfectly suitable—but in matters like these, unless you investigate with caution piled upon caution, irreparable consequences may arise later. It was something I only happened to learn yesterday.”

“What exactly do you mean? What on earth—” “Yesterday, relatives from my hometown came to see me. According to that man’s account, there is a hereditary flaw in Seto’s family line.” “Ah, I see.” “Had we remained unaware, that would have been one matter—but once this reached my ears, I cannot remain silent as matchmaker. It is said madmen have emerged generation after generation from the Seto family. When I was young, I had heard it was the Seo family with such a history, so I suggested it must have been a mix-up with Seo. But my relatives—who’ve remained in our hometown all this time—assure me it’s certain. The Seto and Seo families are related, they said, and both lines have traditionally been afflicted.”

“Ah, I see.” “What in the world should we do about this?”

“Well…” “I believe it falls to me to personally instruct Seo—no, Seto—to withdraw.”

“I’ll consult my wife once.”

Rear Admiral Hashimoto called for his wife and spoke briefly. If there were two other equally matched competitors, anyone with even a minor flaw would be excluded. Mrs. Hashimoto was naturally hesitant. Rear Admiral Hashimoto also tilted his head in puzzlement, and in the end, they decided to turn down Mr. Seto.

“Your Excellency, you must absolutely refrain from disclosing this for the time being.” “Understood.” “If word spreads that I exposed our hometown compatriots’ secrets in Tokyo, my standing will become precarious.” General Mizobuchi showed tact. He clarified this was only temporary. Since he intended to later reveal the truth and apologize, he lied thoroughly.

“I have taken note of that point—but regarding Mr. Seto’s matter, we must ask Your Excellency to handle it.” “Understood. “I shall explain the situation to him myself.” “So there was no destined connection after all.” “It’s truly regrettable. “Since he bears no personal responsibility for it.” “I won’t inform Yoshiko either.” “Let us keep this strictly confidential for now.” “But if Mr. Seto suddenly stops visiting, they will grow suspicious.” “I trust you will make suitable arrangements regarding that.” “Understood.” “The other two will be overjoyed, no doubt. Ha ha ha!”

“We must also make suitable arrangements for those two.” “Let us simply inform them that another promising marriage prospect has arisen.”

Then His Excellency Rear Admiral Hashimoto said something rather astonishing.

Mr. Seto was summoned by express mail to His Excellency General Mizobuchi’s residence. When he promptly appeared, it turned out to be a private discussion with His Excellency. “How goes it? The situation?” “It remains as it was.” “My next turn still hasn’t come around.” “Actually, there was something I wanted to caution you about, which is why I troubled you to come here.”

“Thank you very much. Since things always remain the same, it’s about time we employed some strategy.” “No, it’s not a strategy. This morning I met a friend who used to be a naval doctor. Just as I was preparing to head out to reconnoiter the Hashimoto residence, he showed up. When I mentioned ‘Hashimoto,’ it turned out he was their regular physician.” “I see.” “Considering that winning over this fellow might be one viable approach, I brought up your marriage proposal. Then the fellow gave a faint smirk. When I asked him why he was laughing, he said, ‘There’s no doubt Rear Admiral Hashimoto’s daughter is a beauty, but His Excellency would fare better by refusing matchmakers.’”

“I see.” “There’s apparently an illness.” “What sort of illness is it?” “He refuses to say it outright. The Hashimoto family swore him to secrecy—he begged our understanding with profuse apologies. But I won’t tolerate this.” “I see.” “He finally confessed.” “What sort of illness is it?” “It’s a rather delicate matter. Not something a gentleman can speak of plainly.” “I see.” “The doctor only said it’s an illness that soaks the bedding at night. I managed to infer it from that, so you must use your common sense to determine the rest.”

“........” “Do you understand?” “An illness that soaks the bedding at night.” “It’s rather like an infant’s condition.” “I see. I understand.”

“That would be problematic, wouldn’t it? Since you’re taking her as your bride.” “........” “Are you saying you wouldn’t hesitate?” “Is that true?” “Would I lie? He’s the Hashimoto family’s regular physician who’s been breaking his back over her treatment for years!” “Is there no chance it can be cured?” “I didn’t inquire that far, but I believe it’s a chronic condition.” “I’d like to consult that doctor once.” “That would be a problem for me. Since I pressed him, he confessed in confidence. Doctors have professional confidences depending on the type of illness.”

“........” “If you don’t trust me, that’s going to be a problem.” “Of course, I do regard Your Excellency as my mentor, but I believe such an illness can be cured.” “It’s not about whether it can be cured or not. I simply felt it was my responsibility to convey verbatim what I heard from Arisaka—no, from that doctor—to you.” “I see.” “If I hadn’t known, that would be one thing, but once it came to my ears, as your matchmaker, I had to caution you.” “If I were to arrange such a match for you while knowing [about her condition], I wouldn’t be able to answer when your grandfather or father demands to know why I introduced you to that young lady.”

“Thank you for your consideration.” “What will you do?” “There’s no need to worry. I’m certain that sort of illness can be cured. In fact, I had a close friend in middle school with the same condition.” “Hmm.” “Our homeroom teacher cured it through hypnosis. That’s why I took an interest in hypnosis myself—I studied under that teacher and plan to cure it personally.” “Hmm. You’ll perform the hypnosis yourself?” “Yes. I’m confident. If I prove inadequate, I’ll consult my teacher. He’s more accomplished in that field than in academics.”

“I see.”

His Excellency Mizobuchi was astonished. In truth, after considering various illnesses, he had settled on one that he believed neither the girl herself nor her family could confirm—but coincidentally, the other party happened to possess a convenient means to cure it. “I’m something of an expert in this field.”

“That’s convenient.” “Most pathological habits can be cured through suggestion.” “In any case, you must absolutely keep this matter to yourself.” “I see.” “It’s not exactly an illness. Especially if you can cure it yourself, there’s no problem. I’m relieved. You must continue working diligently as before.” “I leave it to your discretion.” “Shall I devise a strategy?” “I see. I humbly request your assistance.” “Stay tonight and let’s discuss this thoroughly.” “But wouldn’t I be intruding?”

“No, not at all. How about performing ‘Chikubu Island’ after all this time?” “Well...” “How has your practice been lately?” “I’ve been neglecting it.” “That won’t do. Let’s see you perform one.” “I apologize for my poor performance.”

And Seto managed to pull it off best. Naturally, his rhythm faltered due to inexperience. His Excellency had intended to test the poison gas’s effectiveness through the degree of these missteps, yet Seto’s performance turned out unexpectedly competent.

“How did it go?”

Mrs. Ootani inquired afterward. "I failed."

“Goodness!” “I miscalculated the strategy. But keep this from Fujiko.” “I see. So they still haven’t given up on their side?” “These things aren’t settled overnight.” “If that’s how things stand, wouldn’t it be better for Fujiko’s sake to cease these proceedings?”

“No, Mr. Hashimoto’s side is gaining ground.” “What precisely constituted this ‘poison gas strategy’ you spoke of on our part?” “Enough war talk. We’ll reformulate within existing parameters. Ha ha ha!” His Excellency merely laughed without answering.

The Effectiveness of the Poison Gas

At the Hashimoto residence, Mr. Seto—who should have been cautioned by General Mizobuchi—sauntered in with unruffled composure, causing His Excellency and his wife to exchange glances and tilt their heads in puzzlement. Assuming the other party would naturally withdraw from their position and that it wouldn’t be too late to act then, he hadn’t yet mentioned anything to Miss Yoshiko. Mr. Seto’s standing had grown considerably advantageous in recent days. Even when telling General Mizobuchi during his visits that circumstances remained unchanged, this was merely a tactical maneuver to spur either His Excellency or his wife into motion—for he privately believed himself far superior to Yoshikawa and Adachi. He was beginning to grasp the rhythm of things. Miss Yoshiko favored casual chitchat over displays of intellectual prowess. Witty banter suited the parlor far better than solemn moral discourses. Thus he had lately been devoting great effort to this approach.

“Miss Yoshiko, I have an interesting story to tell you.”

And Mr. Seto soon launched into his story. “What’s that?” “Today after school, I was dragged to the principal’s office and treated to dinner, so I nearly ended up late.” “Just in time!” “But I did hear an amusing tale instead. My principal’s quite the drinker. One evening, thoroughly soused, he hailed a taxi. No sooner had he climbed in than he staggered right out the opposite door! They say when you’re drunk, you lose all sense of time. Convinced he’d reached home already, he asked the driver, ‘How much?’ ‘One yen.’ ‘Fine.’ Off drove the cab having made easy money—leaving the principal right where he started, hunting for his house.”

“Brilliant!” “Since the principal here boasts that even when drunk, he doesn’t lose his true nature—I must say, I’m impressed.” “Ohohoho.” “But he’s quite a character. He seems to have been quite academically inclined as well. He graduated top of his class from Commerce University.” “Do you consider yourself trustworthy?” “Well, I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong. Today as well, he insisted I come, refusing to take no for an answer. But when I thought about it later, Sensei—there was an ulterior motive.”

“What’s that?” “No, I think I’ll leave it at that.” “Do tell.” “Shall I tell you? Actually, I was recommended a marriage proposal.” “My, my, how splendid.” “Ha ha ha!” “What kind of bride?”

And Miss Yoshiko seemed interested. "I have no idea at all. Since I firmly declined and didn't accept it." "Well, what do you suppose that means?"

“It’s true. In fact, I told him it’s already been settled.” “Has it been settled?” “Well…” “Who might this person be? What’s her name? Where is she from?” “Ha ha ha...” “I won’t take responsibility for that. How about you go cancel it right now?” “A samurai does not take back his word. That very principle is what trust depends on.” “What is this person’s social standing?” “Since I refused immediately, I didn’t inquire about the details.”

With that, Seto meant to showcase his dutifulness. There was also an implied message that his scholarly talents made him sought after from various quarters. The unspoken conclusion was that she'd lose out if she didn't make her choice soon. "The principal wasn't in good spirits, was he?" "No, he's not that petty-minded. The rest was just casual conversation." "I hear Mr. Yoshikawa had a marriage proposal too." "Ah..."

“They say he’s turned down three or four already.” “This is rather blatant publicity, don’t you think?” “It’s from Mrs. Maruo, after all.” “Does that woman come here constantly?” “Well...” “How about Mrs. Ootani?” “That one isn’t about to concede defeat either.” “It seems I’m the only one stuck with an indifferent matchmaker.” “She is the wife of His Excellency the General—one can’t expect her to make frequent appearances.” “Though His Excellency himself did visit recently, didn’t he?”

“Did he say anything about me?”

“I didn’t meet him. I just ended up going out for a walk, you see.”

“Where did you go?” “I went to visit Mrs. Maruo. Mr. Yoshikawa was there too, you know.”

“Haaah.”

"That's nonsense," Miss Yoshiko teased lightly. "It's broad daylight - people have jobs to attend."

“The surprise inspection hasn’t happened yet, has it?” “Haaah.” "My place being far with poor access puts me at a disadvantage." “Naturally you’ll be relegated to later inspections. Not that I have any say in the matter.” “I’ll draw you a map then.” “Isn’t your residence quite near Ōsaki Station?”

“It’s Gotanda.” “It does leave me feeling rather insecure.” “I’ll draw one for you.” As Seto was returning from school, he happened to have what he needed. He tore off a page from his notebook and drew a detailed map. “You haven’t done enough self-promotion, have you?” “I’d only thought it was Ōsaki, you know.” “That won’t do.” “This might be quicker than His Excellency General Mizobuchi—perhaps making the principal our advisor instead.”

“Why?” “The principal is a master of ingenious stratagems. “Tonight as well, he said, ‘You—if you were the driver, what would you do? “Consider it,’ he said, then presented a brilliant idea. “It’s a secret technique—shall I reveal it?”

“I’m not a driver, you know.” “But the principle applies broadly. They recommend stamping a fifty-sen silver coin onto the car seat cover like an embossed family crest—distinct enough to stand out. Though I suggested embroidery would better convey the coin’s realistic appearance when viewed from outside.” “When people haggle over cars, they often cling to the windows and peer inside, don’t they?” “Haaah.” “That’s how we ensnare them. When they look in, they’ll spot a fifty-sen coin resting on the seat. The driver faces forward, oblivious—it creates the illusion of careless abandonment.” “It’s essentially creative recycling. They stop bargaining once they see it—even if we inflate the price slightly, they assume they’re getting a fifty-sen rebate through this ‘tax.’ But when they try to pocket the coin after boarding... surprise! It turns out to be a cursed charm egg!”

"Oh ho ho ho!" "A brilliant plan that pierces through the psychology of sly people, don't you think?" "Haaah." "As for me, I'd be perfectly fine, but someone like Yoshikawa-kun would likely fall right into the trap."

“Well, a sudden personal attack?” “Ha ha ha!” “That’s no good.” “Someone like Adachi is so hopelessly honest that he’d go out of his way to say, ‘Driver, you’ve dropped fifty sen here,’ and end up being laughed at instead.” “That might very well be the case.” While they were still talking, her mother appeared. She usually left them to their own devices, but having received word from General Mizobuchi, she had grown concerned and come to check on them. “Yoshiko, did you take your evening medicine?”

Her mother asked as though that were her only purpose.

“Oh dear, I had forgotten.” “That won’t do.” “I’ll go take it now.”

With that, Miss Yoshiko hurriedly left. This gave Seto a fatal idea as a suitor.

“Is there somewhere she’s unwell?” “Miss Yoshiko?”

“No, not at all.”

“But she does take medicine, doesn’t she?”

“It is some sort of German health supplement.” “The doctor recommended it, and she’s been taking it on a trial basis since recently.”

“Is the doctor a military doctor?” “Ah.” “Does that health supplement work?” “What can one say? There’s nothing wrong with her anywhere.”

“……” “She has always been of an anxious disposition, you see. Since a close classmate of hers recently developed a chest illness, she became concerned and had a doctor examine her.” “Ahh.” “There’s truly nothing wrong, but since she insisted on having some preventive medicine, the doctor recommended a health supplement.” “I see.” “Neurotic people are such a bother, aren’t they?” “Mrs. Hashimoto.” “Ah!”

“I am aware of Miss Yoshiko’s illness.” “Good heavens!” “I also know how to cure it.” “But Yoshiko is as healthy as can be—there’s nothing wrong with her anywhere.” “If I were to call it an illness, that would be misleading. It’s a habitual ailment.” “And then, the accompanying fear…” “Mr. Seto, if you’ll pardon my saying so, you seem to be laboring under a misconception.” “No, there’s absolutely no need to keep it hidden from me alone.” “In fact, I was just thinking of earnestly consulting you about that matter, Mrs. Hashimoto.”

Just as Mr.Seto was growing earnest, Miss Yoshiko returned. "What sort of discussion might this be?" Mrs.Hashimoto could only struggle to comprehend. "Since Miss Yoshiko has returned, we shall revisit this matter another time." "It truly isn't any trouble at all." "No."

“What’s this about, Mr. Seto?” Miss Yoshiko regarded him suspiciously. That evening, on his way home, Seto met with Mrs. Ootani again. Because he was growing impatient in this war of attrition, he intended to achieve a feat and secure victory in one swift stroke. Regarding the habitual ailment, he avoided explicit mention by deeming it unspeakable for a man of virtue but repeatedly insisted that since he could correct it through his own efforts, she should rest assured. Because he had been restricted by General Mizobuchi, he kept to topics that wouldn’t cause offense. As a result, he became convinced of his own assumptions, leaving the other party utterly clueless about what he was referring to. Trying to be thorough in such a roundabout way only made it agonizing. Her eyes darted about in confusion. After dismissively handling him and sending him off, Mrs. Ootani immediately consulted the Rear Admiral.

"So it appears General Mizobuchi's concerns truly had legitimate grounds after all." "Of course they do, sir." "It's already gradually begun." "I simply don't understand what you're talking about." "I must have looked thoroughly distressed." "Perhaps being lectured by the General caused him to have a minor episode." "That's utterly unreasonable."

Once again, the Rear Admiral and his wife tilted their heads in puzzlement. “Mother, what was Mr. Seto consulting you about?”

Miss Yoshiko pressed for details. "I simply don't understand it at all—he only said that you have a habitual ailment." "Habitual ailment?" "Ah... Have you ever told Mr. Seto anything?" "What do you mean by 'something'?"

“Something that might be perceived as hysteria or similar.” “No, not at all.” “He says you have a habitual ailment that’s unspeakable for a man of virtue.” “Goodness!”

“Wouldn’t that sound terrible if people heard?” “How utterly rude of him!”

Miss Yoshiko was indignant.

“What could this be about?” “But—”

The Rear Admiral wondered aloud. "I simply can't imagine." This came from Mrs. Hashimoto. "A habitual ailment unspeakable for a man of virtue—and you say it's not an illness?" "Ah... He said calling it an illness would be misleading." "Then could it be shoplifting?" "I hate this! Father."

Miss Yoshiko looked as if she might burst into tears.

“To have my daughter insulted to this degree is beyond intolerable!” “It really has progressed a bit further, sir.” “If he’s a lunatic, free speech applies, but—” “I can’t help but think that’s the case—you were rolling your eyes like that!”

And Mrs. Hashimoto had thoroughly misunderstood the situation.

The next morning, Rear Admiral Hashimoto visited General Mizobuchi, and Seto’s eligibility was completely revoked. General Mizobuchi had raised no objections from the start. Hearing this from Rear Admiral Hashimoto, he was astonished that the poison gas strategy had succeeded after all. Seto visited the Hashimoto residence again that evening, but was informed that Miss Yoshiko was ill and resting.

Influential Sympathizer

It was at the dinner table. Mr.Ootani had left earlier. After taking a leisurely bath，he had the leisure to return from his role as bank branch manager to being a harmonious family man.

As for Adachi-kun, these days with shorter daylight hours meant it was already dark by the time he left work. He remained quite busy, but compared to his job-seeking days, his state of mind felt more abundant. And there were those fantasies he constantly pictured. That evening too, after peering through the Hashimoto residence’s gate, he made his way home.

“Mr. Adachi, there was some wonderful news today!” said Mrs.Ootani with a grin. “What is it?”

“Good news!” “Did I succeed?” “We can’t leap ahead just like that, but Mr. Seto has dropped out.” “Haaah...” “Now it’s just a competition between you and Mr.Yoshikawa.” “Is that true?” “I couldn’t possibly tell a lie about such a thing, even in jest. Let’s have a modest little celebration tonight.” Adachi-kun noticed the ceremonial fish with head and tail intact and no longer doubted. Mrs.Ootani had made tremendous efforts. “Thank you very much.”

“When I called on the Hashimotos today and was discussing various matters, Miss Yoshiko inadvertently let something slip through her lips.” “It made me realize once again that persistent effort does bear fruit.” “What do you suppose occurred?” “With that cunning operator...” “It appears another substantial marriage prospect has emerged for him.” “Given that Mrs. Hashimoto is exceedingly circumspect, she likely phrased it in that noncommittal manner—though one can’t be certain.” “So his eligibility has been formally revoked then?” “Precisely.” “From when does this take effect?”

“I didn’t press for details that far, but it’s certainly recent news. Mrs.Maruo doesn’t even know yet, you see.” Just as Mrs.Ootani was proudly raising her nose in triumph, Mr.Ootani interjected from the side. “Since our lady here goes around being such a chatterbox, news travels fast.” “Ha ha ha!” “Adachi-kun, congratulations!” “Thank you very much.” “The situation appears favorable indeed.”

“Haaah... “Thanks to you all.” “But you must tighten your helmet straps even in victory.” “Of course we can’t let our guard down. “What happens to others will soon happen to oneself. “If we grow careless, next time it’ll be us being celebrated with the whole fish.” “It may seem like we’re merely waiting for our opponent’s failure—which feels rather unsporting—but we’ve already boarded this boat.” “It can’t be helped.” “You must exert your utmost efforts now.” “Haaah... “I humbly ask for your continued support from here onward.”

“Next will be our turn to celebrate Mr.Yoshikawa.” “Mrs.Maruo included.” “Ohohoho!”

Mrs. Ootani remained as determined as ever to secure victory. Adachi picked at his salted sea bream with chopsticks and wondered whether he would truly get another chance to be congratulated. His very decency made him lack confidence. Though it was now a direct contest with Yoshikawa, this opponent too was formidably capable. Still, Seto's withdrawal had been an immense relief regardless. What had happened to him? Had he really found another promising match and stepped aside? Or had circumstances forced him to retreat? No—this entire situation might well be some scheme. That would be disastrous. Given Seto's nature as a strategist, there was no telling what intricate plot he might devise. Realizing this, Adachi understood he couldn't afford complacency. Just then Komiya's words flashed through his mind like divine inspiration—his prediction that Seto would eventually fall from grace, leaving Adachi and Yoshikawa locked in single combat. Every detail had come to pass.

So Adachi-kun called Komiya-kun after the meal to report the news, only to be surprised that he already knew. “You’re quick on the uptake.” “You’re the slow one here. This feels shaky... Now you’re making it official?” “I only heard today.”

“I’ve known since four or five days ago.”

“Hmm.” “What do you say? Not coming?” “Well...” “Actually, I’ve dug up some other intel too.” “Will you share a strategy with me?” “Hmm,”

“Alright, I’ll come.” “Wait.” “Wakako was...” With that, Komiya withdrew and didn’t emerge for quite some time. That guy—even while on the phone—must be going on about Wakako, Adachi thought, feeling somewhat bitter. “Hello? Hello?”

“…………” “Hello? Hello?” “Sorry about that! “Because Wakako was taking a bath.”

“I’m heading out now.” “Actually, tonight Wakako said she wants to go to Ginza.” “Then it’s no good?” “No, if you’re coming, we’ll just make it another time.” “Sorry about this.”

“It’s fine. Come right over.”

Adachi-kun promptly hailed a one-yen taxi to Nihonbashi. Because he had arrived far too early, Komiya-kun was still bathing. While he waited, Ms. Wakako handled the reception for him. "I'm sorry to trouble you when you were about to head out."

“Not at all—it’s perfectly acceptable anytime.” “I’ve been utterly negligent in maintaining contact since our last meeting.” “Are you terribly occupied?” “Oh...” “They say you’re embroiled in quite the fierce competition.” “As Sundays haven’t yielded results.” “Seijirou has apprised me of every detail.” Ms. Wakako had addressed Komiya without using any honorific.

“When I consider how every single seed has sprouted into view, I find myself utterly without dignity.” “Not at all.” “Well...” “Is there really any need for you to take lessons from Mr. Yoshikawa? The other day when he visited, he held forth at length on the state of the world.” “Oh…” “They say she’s an exceptionally beautiful lady. Given that three men are competing for her hand, she must be quite extraordinary indeed—though of course, that goes without saying.”

“Since she’s someone who’s mastered composure, someone like me could never compare.” “Wasn’t Seijirou part of your circle before too?” “That absolutely never happened.”

“I went ahead and asked right away.” “You denied it outright, I presume?” “Oh... If you were to affirm such a thing, I won’t stand for it.” “It’s all right. Komiya-kun was nothing but earnest.” “I really can’t say for sure.” “He was different from me and Yoshikawa-kun. Besides, even though we were part of the Tanukizume Group, we weren’t together all the time.” “He kept making excuses like that.” “Compared to someone like Seto-kun putting on airs of being a person of character, Komiya-kun is far more genuine.”

“When it was mentioned that Mr. Seto had dropped out, Mr. Yoshikawa seemed absolutely delighted.”

“Did you know?”

“Oh... He specially came to report it.” “Haha. Indeed, he’s quick-witted. That man...”

Adachi-kun tilted his head and pondered deeply. If [Yoshikawa] had come to report it four or five days earlier, then even considering the incident itself as having occurred just before that visit, it would still have happened a full week prior. That Mrs.Ootani was only hearing about this today struck even her as careless. Just as the conversation reached this lull, Komiya-kun made his entrance.

“My apologies!” “Hey.” “Just demonstrating a bit of the young master’s discernment there.” “Why?” “Did I keep you waiting quite a bit? I thought about making you wait even longer, but since I haven’t completed my training yet, I hurried up and came right away.” Komiya-kun joked. “Oh, you’re all damp.” Ms. Wakako took out a handkerchief and wiped around his forehead for him. Adachi-kun had steeled himself in advance for being subjected to such displays. “You’ve completely transformed into the very image of a young master now. “Not a shadow of your former self remains.”

“Is that so?” “I’ve been putting in the effort myself, you know.” “You’re different from us.” “This kimono was also chosen by Wakako-san. A somewhat refined preference, don’t you think?” “I can’t say I understand it myself, but you seem to have everything down pat now.”

Adachi-kun played along. "No matter what I put on you, nothing seems to suit you," Wakako-san said, bending down to firmly pull up the upper front of his kimono. "Oh, the lower front is sagging." Komiya-kun contorted himself into the shape of a servant-shaped kite and pretended to stagger. The whole display was so absurdly ridiculous it was unbearable to watch, but there was nothing to be done about it now. As soon as Wakako-san left the room, Adachi-kun immediately turned to business.

“I hear it wasn’t from Seto-kun himself?”

“Hmm. Yoshikawa-kun came and told me. My prediction will hit the mark, don’t you think?” “I was rather surprised.” “It’s become a one-on-one duel between Iyo-yo-kun and Yoshikawa-kun. When things reach this point, I simply can’t stand by watching silently.” “Am I really at a disadvantage here?” “A layman might not grasp it, but Yoshikawa-kun has an aura that’s hard to confront head-on. He’s already speaking as if everything’s settled.” “Hmm.” “What about you? Your own assessment?”

“I thought I had finally managed to reach an even footing, but somehow the path ahead has suddenly grown dark.” “Yoshikawa-kun has the kind of disposition where even if he couldn’t do something during a test, he’d still think he did. So it’s unclear whether things are actually proceeding as his bluster suggests.” “But it doesn’t seem to be an even match after all.” “Well, well.” “Yoshikawa-kun is remarkably well-informed about the Hashimoto family’s internal affairs.” “Unless he’s made considerable progress, he couldn’t have acquired that level of knowledge.” “It’s because the strategist is superior. Not that I bear any grudge against Mrs.Ootani, but Mrs.Maruo handles everything more efficiently.”

“Anyway, Seto-kun dropping out makes things clear enough. Yoshikawa knew about it first. You only just caught wind of it now and come reporting like you’ve taken the demon king’s head—it’s pitiful.” “Should I infer the rest?” “That’s essentially it.”

“It can’t be helped. “I’m grasping at straws now. “Please, I’m counting on you.”

“What do you mean by ‘grab’?” “Straw. ‘A drowning man clutches at straws.’ I’m begging you here.” “That’s no way to make a request.” “Do something! Isn’t helping the underdog what a true Edokko does?”

“As I’ve said before, I intended to maintain an impartial stance and remain a neutral observer indefinitely, but Wakako-san wouldn’t accept it. She keeps insisting I take your side and help out.” “This is most kind of you.” “It’s not friendship. If this were friendship, it would be unfair. But out of affection for Wakako-san, I’ll accept her demand and lend you my support.” Once again, Komiya had brought up Wakako-san. Yet in this instance, Adachi-kun voiced no objections.

“A man who doesn’t let his wife rule over him comes in handy at times like these.” “What did you say?” “No, I meant myself.” “Please do your part.”

“Yoshikawa-kun is being rather cruel. He’s insulting womanhood itself.”

“Why?” “On top of competing with you all, he’s hedging his bets.”

“Hmm.” “He’s already started doing it.” “He’s saying that if things with Hashimoto-san aren’t settled by year’s end, he can secure the other match simply by giving his consent here.” “This isn’t just some naval vice admiral.” “He’s a director at a heavy industry company, so it’ll help with his future advancement.” “If he’s lost patience and would just change tack, that’d be a relief.” “‘Rather than someone as difficult as Yoshiko-san,’ his mother keeps pushing him toward it, apparently.” “Yoshikawa brought that person’s photo and showed it to me.” “I simply can’t comprehend what sort of psychological state drives that kind of behavior.”

“He’s balancing both scales, isn’t he?”

“In an ordinary arranged marriage, that might be acceptable, but since he’s courting Yoshiko-san, I can’t approve of this double-dealing.” "In our case too—because I’d convinced myself there could be no woman surpassing Ms.Wakako." “…………” “Ms.Wakako had also become convinced there could be no man surpassing me.” “It’s only when both sides become utterly certain like this that they become true spouses—right? Hey.” “What do you think?” “Hmm.”

“Get it together!”

“Alright, alright.” Adachi-kun was in no position to lodge a complaint.

“But Yoshikawa-kun believes there could be any number of alternatives,” “Since Wakako-san doesn’t hold such liberal views herself, she became quite indignant.” “Yoshikawa-san, don’t you think that’s going too far?” he pressed. “I see.” “This is priceless.” “But Yoshikawa-kun insists it’s only natural.” “They’ve gathered three candidates themselves and plan to choose from among them, after all.” “They’re being rather high-handed too, you know.”

“Since three men had proposed to her, we ended up arguing that even Yoshiko-san couldn’t be blamed for it.” “Of course I’m on Wakako-san’s side.” “The three of us had quite the argument.” “I see.” “Yoshikawa-kun says it’s foolish to show absolute sincerity without understanding the other party’s feelings.” “He brought up Seto-kun’s case, saying, ‘A fool like that will just cry himself to sleep even after being put through such treatment.’” “But he went on, ‘If I were Seto-kun, I wouldn’t slink away with a pale face.’”

“Did Seto-kun back down with a pale face?” “Yoshikawa-kun talks as if he’s seen it all firsthand.” “That’s creepy.” “He makes these bold declarations. ‘How unfortunate for you. You’re not the only woman around. Well now, I’ve already got this one properly lined up,’ he says, and immediately whips out a photo to show them.” “Does he always carry that photo around?” “‘Hmm. It’s not like I’ll actually use it,’ he says, ‘but I’m calling it my trump card.’ ‘Then isn’t that rude to her as well?’ Wakako-san got indignant again.”

"But true to form, Yoshikawa-kun has thought it through. In case of emergencies, he’s taking precautions to avoid humiliation." "So you’re one of those frivolous types too?"

“I’m secure.” “We don’t think he possesses that level of cleverness.” “How cruel.” “Ha ha ha!” “But even I’ve made contingency plans.” “What would you do?”

"In any case, I won't make an undignished exit, so you can rest easy." "And threatening me won't get you anywhere."

“Ha ha ha!” “Being cautious when making your approach proves you're not serious.” “You still retain some rationality—that's why prudence takes over.” “Once truly committed though? You'll lose yourself completely—forget shame and reputation alike!” “But doesn't that presume success from the outset?”

“Anticipating is what’s wrong. Anticipating just proves you’re still thinking rationally.” “You’re being extreme.” “At least, Wakako-san and I had that sort of relationship.” “You’ve done quite enough already.”

“Wakako-san has never met Yoshiko-san, but she feels a sense of solidarity with her as a fellow woman,” “She says that at this point, to truly devote oneself to Yoshiko-san’s sake means recommending a country bumpkin like you over someone with frivolous ideas like Yoshikawa-kun.” “How generous.” “Even a country bumpkin will do.” “But there’s no way to make a move.” “It’s like reading the newspaper and picking favorites in a sumo match.” “Then that won’t get you anywhere.” “It’s support, you see.” “It doesn’t amount to just retrieving the ball for them.”

“Even if you don’t lift a finger, you should still be able to offer strategies.” “That’s it!” “We’ll grasp at straws if we have to.” “Don’t say such rude things. I’m still a success story, you know. If I need to lend a hand, I’ll have Wakako-san take action. I didn’t call you here tonight just to share my own ideas.” “Do you have a plan?”

“There certainly is.” Komiya-kun sounded exceedingly dependable as he said this. Complete control.

Seto was urgently summoned by his matchmaker, General Mizobuchi, via express delivery. It was the day after Yoshiko-san had refused the meeting by feigning illness. When he promptly presented himself, His Excellency showed him into the study. However, with his arms crossed, he kept sighing repeatedly and didn’t readily broach the topic.

“Your Excellency.”

“This is quite a problem, Seto.” “I have an idea of what’s happened. Would there have been a refusal from His Excellency Hashimoto?” “You really are clever, aren’t you?” “In fact, Mr. Hashimoto himself came yesterday.” “I visited last night as well and noticed something was off.”

“Did you meet the young lady?” “No, I was turned away at the entrance. “It seems they’ve reversed their position. “In fact, I had planned to come report and consult with you tonight when I received your express letter.” “Things have taken an unexpected turn. “It’s difficult for me to be the one to say this. “The full responsibility lies with me.”

“Not at all, sir. It must be that I made some mistake.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you yourself. It’s because I carelessly said something unnecessary that we’ve landed in this strange misunderstanding.” “What do you mean by that, sir?” “In short, it’s the young lady’s unfounded suspicions. Women are prone to such misunderstandings, you see.” “What misunderstanding?” “Seto, in any case, I want you to acknowledge that everything I did was with good intentions.”

“Your Excellency, there’s truly no need for such words.” “When I first recommended you to Mr. Hashimoto, I emphasized this wasn’t some recent acquaintance.” “Having known each other for years, I smoothed things over by personally vouching for your character.” “Through this alone, you must understand I harbored no ill intent.” “Your Excellency, whatever may come to pass, I shall never bear resentment toward you.” “That would be an utterly misplaced courtesy on your part!” “If you can accept this understanding, it eases my burden considerably.” “The truth is, during my recent visit to the Hashimoto residence, Mrs. Hashimoto inquired about Fujiko’s marriage prospects.” “While responding to her questions, I spoke highly of you.” “Originally having gone there to advocate for your proposal, when your name arose naturally, I inadvertently remarked, ‘Were Seto an army officer, there’d be no hesitation whatsoever.’” “Had matters concluded there, all might have been well—but regrettably, I continued.” “I added that despite our longstanding acquaintance and mutual understanding, certain limitations remained unavoidable.” “I believed lamenting your circumstances would enhance their impression of you—but reflecting now, it was mere simian cunning.”

“I see.”

“It seems Mrs. Hashimoto told her daughter about it. “Whether the young lady jumped to conclusions or Mrs. Hashimoto misunderstood, in any case, they’ve decided that even though Mr. Seto and Miss Mizobuchi have been mutually devoted for years, it can’t be permitted because he isn’t a military man.” “I see.” “I explained to Mr. Hashimoto that this was an absurd misunderstanding, but as you know, he’s an inflexible man. He’s utterly convinced by whatever notions Mrs. Hashimoto has stirred him up to believe.”

“……”

Mr. Seto looked down and could only sigh deeply. Indeed, their attitude had completely changed; realizing they were certain to turn him away at the entrance, he had no choice but to resign himself. "Not only that, but he confronted me, claiming you'd insulted the young lady." "I see." "Do you recall saying anything improper to the young lady that might have hurt her feelings?" "There's absolutely no such thing." "I simply can't comprehend it." "……" "Did you mention having other marriage proposals?"

“I did mention that.” “Are there others? Any others?”

“Well, there was one that the principal recommended.” “You must turn that down.” “I declined it. I did tell them about having declined it, but...” “You did say it was from the principal, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “In that case, there’s no reason they’d mistake it for Fujiko’s proposal. There aren’t any others, right?”

“There are none.”

“I imagined you might have inadvertently misspoken, since this talk made the young lady displeased.” “There’s absolutely no such thing as misspeaking on my part.” “In any case, Mr. Hashimoto is indignantly furious, claiming you found fault with the young lady.” “What sort of fault do you mean?” “He insists you called the young lady hysterical.”

“Rear Admiral Hashimoto is being disrespectful,” said Seto. “By falsely accusing me of crimes I didn’t commit, he means to dismiss me outright.” “I’m somewhat vexed myself,” replied General Mizobuchi, “but picking a fight would destroy any chance of reconciliation.” “Then does that mean there’s still hope?” “It’s not as though negotiations have fully collapsed yet. But once matters become entangled in emotional disputes like this,” he warned, “achieving an amicable resolution grows exceedingly difficult. You must prepare yourself for harsh realities.” “I understand.” “Hashimoto’s an obstinate fool,” grumbled the General. “Isn’t he listed as grand champion in the Navy’s official rankings of thickheadedness?”

“He’s a haridashi ōzeki.” “So does that mean there’s still a rank above that in the Navy?” “In the Navy?” “……” “Any reasonable person could see that. “You, who are rushing to marry the young lady, have no reason to bring up her peculiar habits and insult her.” “Your Excellency.”

“What is it?” “Your mention of ‘peculiar habits’ made me realize something—I actually informed Mrs. Hashimoto about that very matter.” “Hmm?”

“It was precisely that sort of opening that arose.” “This complicates matters.”

“……” “Weren’t you asked to keep it a secret, you know?” “Yes, sir.” “So that’s why Mr. Hashimoto resented it. "I see." “When he pressed about what sort of peculiar habit it was, you tried to dodge it by calling it hysteria or something. Ha ha ha!” “……” “Why did you bring up the issue?” “I actually informed Mrs. Hashimoto about that peculiar habit because her mother had instructed Miss Yoshiko to take her medicine. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

Since Seto felt compelled to justify his position, he provided a detailed explanation of the circumstances at that time. "You rushed your efforts." "Yes sir. When I think about it, that's exactly how it was." "I can appreciate your intentions, but proactively broaching a matter they've kept secret was an exceedingly clumsy maneuver on your part." "I made a pointless move." "If you had waited until the relationship progressed further, that would be one thing, but as things stand now, it's presumptuous." "Yes, I acted too soon." "It's only natural they'd think you were just finding fault." "You—there's no pulse left in this."

“It can’t be helped.” “I brought this upon myself.” “My ill-advised interference is what caused this trouble.”

“No, my recklessness has come back to haunt me.” “Of course, if I remain silent, I’d be failing in my duties as your matchmaker." “In any case, I’m caught in the middle.” “There is no responsibility on Your Excellency.” “Let me make this clear upfront: if you don’t keep Miss Hashimoto’s peculiar habit under wraps from now on, I’ll be in a bind.” “I’ll keep it under wraps.” “There’s one more thing. While this isn’t your responsibility, the trouble from this matter will reach our Fujiko.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That one’s marriage arrangements are about to begin as well. If foolish misunderstandings spread and rumors start about mutual affection existing between them—I won’t know how to manage.”

“Because of me, all sorts of troubles have arisen—I truly apologize.” “However, I haven’t told Fujiko. She’d resent it if she heard.” “She’d resent it, you see, if she heard.” “Yes, sir.” “The reason I called you into the study was to avoid being overheard.” “As for Mr. Hashimoto’s side, we’ll cover it up by saying you fled out of fear of the young lady’s peculiar habit.” “Yes, sir.” “In fact, it’s not that you were disliked by the young lady at all.” “It’s simply that you touched on the issue, causing things to go sideways—that’s all.”

“Since she has this peculiar habit involved, it’s considered a kind of flaw.” “I’ll withdraw from consideration out of respect for our longstanding connection.” "That would indeed be preferable." "I myself—though I never pressed for details initially—had felt an odd sense of obligation about this matter."

“I must apologize for all the concern I’ve caused.”

“Oh, don’t mind it." "I may not have been much help this time, but rest assured such things won’t keep happening." "Keep visiting as you always have." “Yes, sir." "I humbly request your continued guidance." “Well then?" “Are you the one grumbling most about this?” “I must take my leave for tonight.” “Why ever not?” “Truthfully, my courage wavers.” “Then come by on Sunday." "There’ll be none of those young lady’s surprise inspections to fret over—you can relax now, eh?”

“Well...” “Still clinging to something?” “Not at all.” “You may have taken a hit, but this isn’t one of life’s major problems.”

“Of course it’s a minor problem. I’ll get my degree and show the Hashimoto family up.”

"That spirit is what matters."

General Mizobuchi was steering the conversation with his usual deftness. With an age gap as wide as that between parent and child, and him being a veteran commander of countless campaigns, even the scheming Seto was no match. He had fallen for it completely and harbored not a shred of doubt.

"But Your Excellency"

“What is it?” "I have no lingering attachments, but it’s regrettable to think I’ve lost the competition." "You didn’t lose. You made a strategic retreat at the proper moment." "No, because I was forced to retreat—if things stay like this, I’ve still lost. However, I believe there’s a way here to make it an even match." "What do you plan to do?" "I’ll bring both of them down in the same way." “Indeed.” “I’ll drop a bomb on them.”

“What kind of bomb are you talking about? If you go around spreading word about that pathological quirk, it’ll cause me trouble.” “Please rest assured, Your Excellency. I will not cause Your Excellency any inconvenience. Through my long-standing association with both men, I’ve come to know their weaknesses intimately—I intend to exploit those.” “You’re getting agitated, aren’t you?”

“…………” “No wonder.” “I sympathize.” “You might not heed what I’m saying now, but doesn’t that attitude violate our initial pact?” “Wasn’t our understanding that competition remains competition and friendship remains friendship?” “Yes, sir.”

“Since you’ve already withdrawn from the competition, what remains afterward should be friendship, shouldn’t it?”

“…………” “However things may turn out—not leaving behind resentment—this principle of yours, what you call ‘competition is competition, friendship is friendship,’ was something I’d secretly held in high regard.” “…………” “You should take some time here to think calmly, hmm?” “And even if you start acting then, it won’t be too late.” “Yes, sir.” “What do you say?” “Won’t you keep your promise to me?” “You agreed to follow my instructions in all matters regarding this issue.” “Yes, sir.”

“You must consult me about every remaining matter without exception.” “This boat I’ve boarded is yours too.” “Though my strength may be wanting, I’ll lend it all to preserve your honor.” “I would never let society scorn the grandson of Mr. Gunpei, to whom I owe my deepest gratitude.” “I humbly entreat you for your continued counsel.” Bound by their years of collaboration, Seto found himself unable to abruptly sever ties with his military strategist.

Surprise Visit

Among the three suitors, Yoshikawa had been dominant from the start. As Komiya had criticized, he tended to overestimate his standing beyond its actual worth, but his father’s credentials as a Railway Ministry engineer and Doctor of Engineering gave him an advantage. The properties and houses surrounding the estate made all the difference. And then there was Yoshikawa himself. Compared to Seto with his relentless logic and Adachi with his single-minded honesty, his very nimbleness made his approach all the smoother. As for intellect—well, his common sense was thoroughly developed, making him the most socially adept among them. His appearance left nothing to be desired.

“If things were fair, it would’ve been ours without conditions.” “It’s dragging on because some meddler’s gotten in the way.”

Mrs. Maruo, the matchmaker, was grinding her teeth in frustration. "But one candidate dropped dead." "Oh ho ho ho! Dropped dead, you say? How dreadful!" "Is the cause still unknown?"

“Hmm. “Mrs. Ootani simply won’t say a thing.” “But there must have been something unfavorable that occurred.” “How peculiar. “That fellow was the very model of integrity among our group.” “He prided himself on being exemplary.” “He certainly appears upright, but something must have happened.” “No, absolutely not. “He’s simply too rigid.” “Unlike me—no matter where you strike him, not a speck of dust would fly.”

“Toshihiko-san.” “Yes?” “You really shouldn’t say such things at all.” “What are you talking about?”

“You let your tongue wag far too freely.” “If you keep insisting he doesn’t shed a speck of dust unlike me, doesn’t that make you the dusty one?” “A little can’t be helped.” “I’m only human.”

“That’s precisely why it won’t do. “You must maintain the bearing of a sage or saint.” “No, that’s exactly what worries me. “Seto may have taken that approach too far.” “What approach?” “Affecting sainthood and lecturing everyone.” “Even if you refrain from lecturing, you’ll miscalculate unless you at least maintain a proper facade.”

“This grows less credible by the day. It’s all about maintaining facades now.” “Oh ho ho ho!”

“Telling jokes here, putting on a serious front there—doing both at once keeps the actor terribly busy.” “Just a little more patience now. Your father’s esteemed position will speak volumes. Even Mr. Hashimoto will have his considerations. Since the young lady’s lifestyle is of utmost importance, they must be comparing the properties and houses in this area with the horses in Hokkaido.” “Anyway, Hokkaido’s down to just one now. It’s a relief the Tosa dogs didn’t stick around. I’m more uncomfortable with dogs than horses, you see.”

“His Excellency the Army General proves utterly worthless in these matters, doesn’t he?” “Don’t you think the General simply didn’t exert enough effort? I still can’t comprehend the Tosa dogs’ failure.” “Hokkaido-san may be working diligently, but with unqualified people backing him, it likely won’t amount to much.” “Yet that lady remains remarkably observant.”

“Oh my!” “It’s true. They’ve left nothing undone.” “Oh, come now! To say such things right before me!” “Ha ha ha!” “Whose earnestness will reach her first? You’ll know soon enough.”

“Is there some good news?”

“I couldn’t possibly say. Unlike Mrs.Ootani, I’m but an unrefined soul with no qualities to boast of beyond laboring unseen beneath the floorboards.”

“I’m impressed.” “But what exactly?”

“I simply cannot bring myself to say it. When that time comes, please do not panic.” “Hmm?”

On Sunday morning, Yoshikawa was late as usual. His weekly day off began with the pleasure of sleeping in. He treated the second-floor study as his sovereign castle and permitted no interference. Because he was an only son, everything was done according to his whims.

However, contrary to his usual routine, the maid came to wake him. "Young Master." "What is it?" "Madam is..." "Quiet! It's Sunday."

“Because a guest has arrived...”

“Who is it? What’s all the racket—first thing in the morning?” “It’s Miss Hashimoto.” Yoshikawa flew out of bed. Muttering “Oh no, oh no!” he dashed down the stairs. He washed his face. He scraped at his face with a safety razor. He vigorously combed his sleep-tousled hair. Finally achieving a presentable appearance as he hurried toward the parlor, he collided with his father emerging from a room. “My apologies!” Miss Yoshiko was talking with her mother. “Oh! “Well, well!” “I’ve come to intrude so early in the morning.”

“Welcome. My apologies for the other day.” “No, I’m the one who should apologize.” “Well. Please.” His mother tactfully withdrew before long. “Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Yes?”

“This truly became a surprise visit, didn’t it?” “Thank you very much.” “Have you not eaten breakfast yet?” “Ah, well—I overslept quite unusually today.” “That’s precisely why it’s a true Surprise Visit.” “I panicked.” “The proof remains on your face.” “I’m fine now.” “No, you’re bleeding.” “Ah!” “By your sideburns.” Yoshikawa pressed his hand to check. “Ah, right—I nicked myself with the razor.”

“There’s one on the left side too.” “That’s what happens when I change the blade—I always botch it.” “Since you overslept, your whole backstage fluster ended up showing through, didn’t it?”

“That’s just how things are. I rarely sleep in.” “Oh, but Mother mentioned you always sleep in on Sundays.”

“No, that’s only been these past two or three weeks. Since I consider Sundays my own time, I’m actually on the early side normally.” “That’s enough now. Anyway, I’ve realized you wouldn’t wait for me.” “I was waiting.”

“That’s a lie.” “There’s a saying that good fortune comes to those who wait in bed.” “You’re so sly, Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Ha ha ha!”

“I must take my leave now. It wouldn’t be proper for me to intrude before your meal.” “Not at all. On Sundays, I always just have lunch.”

“Look here. Haven’t you gone and confessed everything?” “I surrender—scrap and all. I simply can’t compete with clever people.”

And this was Mr. Yoshikawa’s usual tactic. Being cornered, he would try to please. He was the opposite of Mr. Seto. Because he required no guardedness, one felt a sense of familiarity. At the very least, he was not actively disliked.

For Miss Yoshiko, it was enough simply to put the other party in an awkward position. Satisfied, she launched into conversation.

“Mr. Yoshikawa, I meant to tell you but forgot. Last night, something amusing happened.” “What is it?” “I went to Ginza. Since it was Saturday, Sukemasa pestered me into it.” “Ah, right.” “A young man who looked like a company employee stopped me. He took out a notebook and fountain pen and asked for my autograph. He mistook me for an actress.” “Ha ha ha!” “Right there in public! I turned bright red. Then Mr. Adachi got indignant and said, ‘You there! How rude!’ Oh ho ho ho!”

“Was Mr. Adachi with you?” “Ah. “He went around Ginza proclaiming, ‘This is the daughter of His Excellency Rear Admiral Hashimoto!’” “Did that cause you any trouble?” “No. Later, Father had a good laugh about it. “Saturday was Mr. Adachi’s turn, but since Sukemasa kept pestering us, Father extended our parlor hours all the way to Ginza.” “Was your father with you as well?” “Ah.” “I see.” “That’s precisely why I made sure to uphold fairness by paying my visit today.”

Miss Yoshiko had intended this as an excuse. However, a surprise visit conducted under the guise of upholding fairness diminished its appreciated value. She earnestly wished that he would decisively cast aside fairness for her sake.

Mr. Yoshikawa, who had long indulged in photography as a hobby, showed her his carefully crafted artistic prints. After offering explanations and boasts, “Miss Yoshiko, since this seems a perfect opportunity, might I film you in the garden?” he proposed. “Well now. I really must be going.” “It won’t take but a moment.” “Pathé Baby?” “Ah. Please have faith in this technician’s abilities.” “Might Sukemasa join us too?” “Certainly. I’ll telephone him.”

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“What is it?” “Unlike mere photographs, if it’s a movie, I’ll have to come again to view it.” “Ha ha ha!” “It’s rather troublesome that you insist on specifying Saturday evening.” “I really can’t compete with clever people. You go and articulate everything I’m thinking before I can even say it.”

A desperate flurry of exertion

Over two months had passed since the formal competition began, and the year was now on the verge of changing. Ever since Mr. Seto had dropped out, Mr. Yoshikawa felt as though he now had the stage to himself. The Tosa dog—his senior in both learning and wit—had been fearsome, but he had always underestimated the Hokkaido horse from the start. He’s just an upstart—easy to outmaneuver. The advantage of striking first at the outset still held. Indeed, he had even been the first to receive a Surprise Visit. But that wasn’t all. He filmed Miss Yoshiko’s movie and had her come see its premiere. That was a spur-of-the-moment idea. By extending a single visit into two, he’d shown some quick thinking. That’s a trick no mere horse could pull off.

“Mr. Yoshikawa, please keep tonight’s visit a secret from Mr. Adachi.” Miss Yoshiko had said while he was escorting her home. When fortune favored him, it did so without limit. Her younger brother Sukemasa—who had appeared alongside her in the film—had been unable to attend due to ongoing exams. “Naturally I’ll stay silent—but why?” “Because it would be unfair.” “Yet our rival has enjoyed the honor of accompanying you on that Ginza stroll.” “That doesn’t count—it was Mr. Adachi’s appointed visiting day.”

“In that case, could you extend the reception room all the way to Ginza on my visiting day as well? Just once would suffice.” “That’s easily arranged. I’ll have Sukemasa do the coaxing.”

“Ha ha ah. So did you make use of Sukemasa during Mr. Adachi’s time as well?”

“That’s not what happened. It was just a coincidence.” “Can’t we go somewhere alone?”

“That’s not allowed. Japan is different from the West.” “Who says so?” “Both my father and mother.” “Would it be acceptable if Mrs. Maruo accompanies us?” “Well... If Mrs. Maruo were to make the request, something might be arranged.” “In that case, I’ll ask Mrs. Maruo.”

“Mr. Yoshikawa, though this may be unfair once more, might I ask you to arrange a mobile film screening at our residence tomorrow evening?” “It would be my pleasure. I shall personally attend to it.” “As Sukemasa’s examinations conclude tomorrow,” “He must have been so disappointed this evening.” “Ah. He did wish to come, but I prevented him.” “Tomorrow night you may view it at your leisure.” “This too must remain confidential from Mr. Adachi.”

“Understood. I haven’t seen him at all lately, so there’s no problem.”

“Mr. Adachi is one thing, but Mrs. Ootani is exceedingly proactive, you see.”

“With Mrs. Maruo or someone else?” “They’re much of a muchness. I’m at my wit’s end, I tell you.”

Yoshikawa went over this conversation in his mind afterward, strengthening his resolve. He didn't think he was losing—if anything, he was clearly ahead. When it came to Mr. Adachi, in any case, that settled the matter. The man was such a pushover they had him figured out. Still, Seto's withdrawal came as an unexpected boon. No sooner had he felt this relief than he recognized it all stemmed from Seto's circumstances.

“That fierce dog had croaked—good riddance! As for that horse… Still kicking around all right, but nothing more than a nag through and through—hardly worth worrying about.”

And Yoshikawa was in remarkably high spirits of late.

“Mr.Toshihiko.” “Yes.” “It’s already ours—if we just keep outmaneuvering them like this.”

And Mrs.Maruo was triumphant too.

“Our success with surprise visits came from taking the initiative first. Since then, progress has been visibly favorable.”

“When you say ‘our side took the initiative first,’ does that mean their side has fallen behind?” “That’s correct.” “They haven’t visited their faction before or since.”

“Are you certain? That’s… If that aspect becomes clear, I could act much more boldly though.” “Our scouts have reported in. They have not yet come, nor do they intend to.” “How do you know that?” “When I met them at the Hashimotos’, I made sure to thank Miss Yoshiko right in front of that woman—Mrs.Ootani.” Then Miss Yoshiko assumed a troubled expression. “As for Mrs.Ootani—Ohohoho!”

“What’s wrong?” “At first she turned deathly pale, you know.” “Then she turned bright red.” “That woman is a turkey.” “Why, I even know that the natural skin beneath her makeup is discolored and scarred from powder burns!”

“It’s terrifying, how women are with each other.” “What? Mr.Toshihiko, what do you mean by ‘how women are with each other’?” “Observational acuity.”

Yoshikawa dodged the question. In truth, he had meant jealousy. “There’s simply no one as rude as that woman! Given how things have developed lately, it can’t be helped—but she’s been combative from the very start.” “That’s a case of two heroes unable to coexist, I suppose. Ha ha ha!” "But I'm not even considering someone like that." Even if Mrs.Maruo denied it with her lips, in truth, the beauty contest had become a stronger motivator than the matchmaker rivalry.

“But in any case…” “What’s that?” “Ha ha ha!” “Do you mean to say I’m beautiful?” “Well... “In all fairness—” “That’s not fair and square at all.”

“I must apologize for my rudeness.”

“No, it’s quite all right, not in the slightest. “Well, you’re the one calling a beautiful person beautiful.” “Enough about side topics—this is about me now. “Since we took the initiative with surprise visits, I naturally think the situation is favorable, though...” “Mr. Toshihiko, that’s underhanded.” “Why?” “You’re the one who brought up the digression in the first place, and now you’re trying to run away from it.” “It’s not exactly that I’m running away, though.” Yoshikawa had let his guard down. If only he would grant Mrs.Maruo absolute value and let her work her fingers to the bone—but he couldn’t help teasing her, which complicated matters. The primary reason for the teasing was that Mrs.Maruo was young and beautiful. Of course, Yoshikawa wasn’t consciously aware of this. Mrs.Maruo, too, in her rivalry with Mrs.Ootani, failed to notice this.

“I shall take it under advisement for reference purposes. As your matchmaker, I must know what sort of person you consider beautiful.” “Needless to say, someone like Miss Yoshiko.” “But didn’t you approve of the photograph from last time?” “That was the second option.” “In that case, nearly anyone would satisfy you. Even if I exhaust myself working on your behalf, there’s simply no merit in it.”

“It’s a precaution—so that in case of emergencies, we don’t end up embarrassed.” “What is it about Mrs.Ootani that you find appealing...” “Mr.Toshihiko.” Mrs.Maruo confronted him head-on. For her, this was a more critical issue than Yoshikawa marrying Miss Yoshiko.

“Then I’ll tell you. Since this is a story from my student days—and well past the statute of limitations now—but one day when the guys had gathered at Adachi’s place, I recited, ‘If I were to take a wife…’” “All sorts of demands came pouring out.” “Just as the conversation was getting lively, Mrs. Ootani came upstairs.” “Then everyone turned bright red and fell completely silent.” “After Mrs. Ootani recommended tea and went downstairs, they all exchanged glances.” “‘What do you think?’ ‘That’s the one.’ ‘That’s her.’ ‘Exactly.’—they all chimed in unison.” “One of them, getting carried away, saluted the spot where Mrs. Ootani had been sitting.”

“Who!” “That was—”

“Ha ha ha ha!” “You, now.” “To tell the truth.” “You’re a delinquent.” “I shall inform Miss Yoshiko of this.” “Not a chance!” “Ohohoho!” “It was during my preparatory school days—my discerning eye hadn’t yet developed.” “She may be beautiful, but coming from commoner stock, your tastes do skew rather plebeian.” “That must appeal to young men who’ve only ever seen café waitresses.” “Hah.” “I’ll tell her Mrs. Ootani resembles a dahlia in full bloom.” “It means she lacks refinement—not that someone of her station would grasp the irony.”

“Do you often cross paths at the Hashimotos’ place?” “Hah.” “But how vexing.” “They outmaneuvered us first and now feign ignorance.”

“That goes both ways.” “Oh? When have I ever been outmaneuvered?” “Who knows?” “There’s simply no incentive for me.”

“Undoubtedly, our side holds the advantage. We’ve already seized the initiative with surprise visits.”

“Mr. Toshihiko, I’ve been hearing this repeatedly since earlier, but what you’re suggesting rests on a fundamental misunderstanding. “Neither before nor after have they made a single visit over there.” “However, I question whether that’s factually accurate.” “Our reconnaissance has confirmed it.” “We’ve even discerned the blemishes beneath their powder stains.” “The opposition must be making equivalent efforts.” “That’s precisely why I told you beforehand that you’d soon witness whose dedication bears fruit.”

“Aha! So that was the precursor to a Surprise Visit?”

“If it has indeed been firmly established, then that would be the precursor, wouldn’t it?” “I see.” “It may very well be that your ever-partisan Mrs. Ootani has arranged everything behind the scenes.”

“You have my deepest gratitude.” “Exactly as you say.”

Yoshikawa bowed respectfully.

"Are you certain you haven’t mistaken your bearings?" "I beg your pardon." "Ohohoho!" "Thanks to you, Mrs.Maruo, we’ve monopolized these Surprise Visits—naturally our position seems favorable—" "But what now?"

“If I may presume upon your kindness, there’s one matter I wish to consult you about.” “Mr.Toshihiko, I’ve been lodging complaints since earlier, you realize. Unlike those ostentatious sorts, I don’t go about trumpeting my merits—yet you persistently fail to acknowledge me—” “I do acknowledge it. Since I merely made an ill-considered jest, I must beg you to restore your good humor.” “It quite unsettles me when you mention Mrs.Ootani during serious discussions.” “My apologies. I shall exercise restraint henceforth.”

“What sort of consultation?” “Since I’ll have more free time around the year-end and New Year period, I want to use this opportunity to settle everything decisively—what do you think?” “That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking. Even with our favorable position, there’s no telling what interference might occur if this drags on—we must act swiftly.” “Simply going through the motions on visiting days to stay in their good graces isn’t enough. If we keep playing by those rules like our rivals do, this stalemate will never end.”