Pathway to Japanese Literature

Employment Conditions

While waiting for his transfer train, Adachi-kun looked up at the blue sky, his spirits soaring high. Six months after graduation, he had finally breached the employment frontlines. Exactly one week had passed since starting work, yet he remained utterly absorbed in his duties. As a salaryman, his tenure was still literally fresh. Yet his confidence grew in inverse proportion to that newness. Whenever he considered himself fully-fledged now, he felt an inexplicable sensation akin to having sprouted tail fins. “Hey.” “How’s it going?”

“No luck. And what about you?” “Still no good.” “When will this ever get settled?” Those uneasy exchanges from before felt worlds away now. As the awaited train failed to appear, more passengers with no pressing business kept arriving, swelling the crowd of commuters transferring lines. Adachi-kun found himself mildly annoyed. With everyone jostling, you’d get left behind if you weren’t careful. By nature, Adachi-kun was reserved - he simply couldn’t bring himself to shove others aside to push forward alone. Back in school days, this tendency had often made him late. But now this was his work commute. Being tardy wasn’t an option. His wristwatch caught his eye unconsciously, and he steeled himself to try harder.

“Hey, Adachi.”

Just then, a young man called out and pushed through the crowd. It was Murakami-kun, who had shared a desk in the same class. Though they weren't particularly close, as he was the man who had led the baseball cheering squad, there remained a sense of familiarity toward him as a public figure. Unlike Adachi-kun, he was proactive in all matters. “Hey.” “How about you?” “Finally landed one.” “Where is it?” “It’s ○○.” “Hmm. A bank?” “The trust company division.” “That’s wonderful. That trust company’s just getting started, so it’s got real potential. New ones are definitely better. How much?”

“Fifty-five yen. It’s not all that wonderful, you know.” “But with the bonus, that would make seventy yen, wouldn’t it?” “That’s about right. How about you?” “This is it.” Murakami moved his briefcase to show it. “Where is it?” “○○ Life.”

“Hmm. “Now this is wonderful.” “Well, I’m in outside sales for now. After a year passes, they'll move me to an indoor position. By the way, what about just your bonus?” “Hey. It’s here.” Adachi-kun alerted him. Murakami was quick. Pushing aside the people nearby, he grabbed Adachi-kun's arm and boarded the first car. But the morning train was crowded. There were naturally no seats to sit in.

“What about just your bonus?” “What?”

“Sign up for insurance.” “Well…”

“If you assume you won’t receive just the bonus, you could put aside three or four thousand yen.” “Without that much foresight, you’ll never make it up the ladder.”

Murakami began his sales pitch while reaching for the hanging strap. He was devoted to his duties. "I'm not in a position to consider insurance yet." "Everyone says that, but that logic doesn't hold water. It's precisely those who can't afford insurance who need it most." "You're quite the smooth operator." "So exactly how much is your bonus?" "……" "I don't want to clean you out completely, so let's just do a half-year term. At fifty-five yen for one and a half half-year periods..."

“Hey. They can hear you!” “Right.” “Give it a rest.”

“In that case, let’s go to your place and have a proper talk. Where is it?” “Wait, I say.” Adachi let go of the hanging strap and took out his business card. It bore his title. It was freshly made and being used for the first time. “Thank you. Is your place a boarding house? This Ōtani household you mentioned—” “It’s the home of a senior from my hometown.” “You shouldn’t put ‘household’ on a business card.” “I did think it was a bit odd myself, but if I don’t write it that way, the mail won’t come.” “Still counting on registered mail, I see.”

“Of course I haven’t received any yet.” “Registered mail would come regardless.” “It won’t come!” “You’re not being clever. “Just put up a nameplate.” “Writing ‘the household’ like that ruins your credibility.” “If you only list the address number, people will think it looks properly official.” “Take a look at mine.” “Even though this is still an amateur’s setup through and through, it shouldn’t appear that way.” With that said, Murakami also produced one for reference.

“What’s this? Do you have a telephone? Now this is impressive!” “You need to keep up appearances like this.” “But an amateur setup with a telephone is pretty rare.” “No, the telephone’s at the sake shop across the street. I give the errand boy promotional passes every month and have him handle the messages. But I get those passes for free from the guy at the movie company.” “That’s... something.”

“Ha ha ha!” “If you’re that thorough, your sales numbers must be good?” “I’m doing well enough. By the way, when shall we go?” “I’m usually there Sunday mornings, so come by then.” “I’ll bring a doctor with me.” “Don’t joke about this. I haven’t considered it at all.” “I want no part of someone who’d think it through then go confess to the company. I target those who wouldn’t die even if you beat them to death. What d’you say?”

“Cut it out already.” “My company is foremost among the Five Major Companies.” “It’s different from the others.” “Let me explain that part in detail.” “No amount of explaining will make me change my mind.” “You’re remarkably stubborn.” “I simply don’t have that kind of flexibility right now.” “Then if you do join, please make the contract through me at my company.” “There’s no need to rush.” “Even a dead tree adds life to the mountain.” “For us sales agents, broadening your reach first is the fundamental step to success.”

“I really am just dead wood, you know.” “There’s no point trying to recruit me.” “Nonsense—I’ll make dead wood bloom.” “That’s where my expertise lies.” “I can’t compete with this.”

Adachi was overwhelmed. He wanted to run away, but being on the train left him no escape.

“Do you get people coming around to your place all the time?” “Well... “Classmates, you mean?” “Yeah.” “A couple do come by.” “Who exactly?” “Just Komiya and Yoshikawa, really.” “And Seto comes by sometimes too.” “I met Yoshikawa the other day. “However, that guy’s quicker on the uptake than you.” “He said ‘Excuse me’ and left.” “You can’t escape on a train.” “Ha ha ha!”

“Yoshikawa was the first.” “It’s XX Electric Power.” “So I’ve heard.” “He’s done well.” “His house is right near mine.” “It’s his own house.” “Now this is truly something grand!” “Promising, very promising!”

“What’s that? Is this another sales pitch?” “Of course. What about Komiya? Has he settled into a position somewhere?”

“This is my uncle’s shop.” “How much?” “I don’t know. It transcends such matters. Since he’ll marry my uncle’s daughter and take over the business, we belong to a different class from mere employees.” “Promising! Most promising!”

“But I can’t just thoughtlessly go there.” “Why?” “They parade it right in front of me.” “They make absolutely no attempt to hold back, you see.” “It’s truly unbearable.”

“Did you get married already?”

“No, not yet at all.” “That cousin attends a women’s college and is an exceptionally beautiful woman.”

“Are you close?” “Extremely—”

“Hmm.” “Is that extremely all?” “Well, this is surprising!”

“When Komiya comes over while talking with me, she calls him 'Brother.' ‘Brother.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘It’s private. But it’s urgent,’ she says, bringing her mouth to Komiya’s ear. Komiya takes Wakako-san’s hand and stands up. ‘Her name is Wakako-san.’ Because their manner becomes reminiscent of a movie’s 'The End,' those nearby get drawn into it. I always face the garden and count how many trees are growing there.” “Ha ha ha!”

“They both want to show off, don’t they?” “They came over together the other day.” “Komiya-kun even ties her shoelaces for her.” “The Mrs. at my place saw that and later lashed out at my landlord.” “She said people these days are different.” “She said ‘Someone like you is no good.’”

“More importantly, what about the shop? Is it big?” “Since it’s separate from the house, I don’t know, but it’s called Takamatsu Shōji and seems substantial enough.” “A general merchandiser.” “Promising! Very promising!” “This calls for a double play.” “I'll enroll both of them.” “With Uncle’s assets rolling in complete with a beauty, he’s truly a man born under a lucky star.” “He’s eyeing that angle.” “They’ll levy inheritance taxes, so I'll rope in the uncle himself as precaution.” “Just how these things go.”

“Oh, I almost forgot!”

“What is it?” “He also runs an insurance agency, you know. Komiya-kun said he’s in charge of that department.” “Nonsense! He got me all excited for nothing!” Murakami looked as if he’d been thrown in a shoulder toss. “Ha ha ha!”

By chance, Adachi felt a small measure of relief. “What about the other one, Seto?” “Don’t tell me he’s with an insurance company?”

“He’s a teacher—at a commercial school.” “That doesn’t suit him one bit.” “No, he’d wanted to be an educator from the start. Unlike us, his marks were actually decent, so he’s settled right into the position.”

“How much?” “Seventy-five yen.” “Way better than mine.”

"But school's only good at the start." "No matter how much you expand, the ceiling will hold it back, so it won't amount to much." "He himself says the same thing." "There's no such thing as a bonus, right?"

"There seems to be a small one at year-end." "Did you ask him?" "Well, that guy gets in a bad mood when you talk about money."

“Having such an eccentric around might be unsettling, but oh well—it adds to the hustle and bustle.” “Where’s the boarding house?” “The boarding house?”

“Gotanda. I just moved there recently, so I don’t remember the address. I’d know if I went home, though…” “Anything else?” “Nope.” “Anyway, I’ll drop by there.” “Do come.”

“Indeed, classmates are truly something to be grateful for.” “Even if we just meet briefly on the train, I can speak this openly.” “Through my connections with classmates and seniors, then pulling one thread after another, I can solicit insurance quite widely.” “Makes sense—you were the cheering squad captain with all those connections.” “Who knows where fortune might strike?” “Lately I’ve become friends with every last person I barely knew in school.” “After everyone struggled through job hunting, they’re sympathetic.” “Thanks to that, meeting my quota’s as easy as breakfast!”

“How much does it actually come to?” “Well.” “There are good months and bad months, but it averages out to 150 yen.” “What?!” “Ha ha ha!” “Just take half of what I say seriously and you’ll be safe.” “Seventy-five yen?” “That’s probably closer to the mark.”

It seemed Murakami didn't have much to boast about. Consequently, whenever he spotted friends, he grabbed them and wouldn't let go. His persistence was unrelenting. Yet despite this, he never made the other party feel the slightest discomfort—likely because his days leading baseball cheers had instilled a sort of mental discipline. Over the course of that month, Adachi encountered several classmates and recalled what Murakami had said. Having only just broken through the same employment difficulties themselves, they held mutual interest and sympathy for one another. When comrades who weren't particularly close met face to face, they would smile warmly and approach each other.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” “How about you?” “Thank you. Managing somehow.” “Where are you?” “XX Trust Company.” “Ah. You’ve landed at a good company.”

“And you?” “Shochiku Productions.” “Ah. You must get to see lots of plays.” “That’s about the only perk I get. You must have better conditions, don’t you?” “No, mine’s nothing great.”

“Excuse my asking, but how much do you make?” “Fifty-five yen.” “You must have a better one, don’t you?” “It’s nothing to boast about.” “Sixty yen.” “That must be the going rate around here.” “Beginners are much the same everywhere.” “Mine goes in increments of fifty, fifty-five, sixty.” “I came out slightly ahead.” “Is it because your grades were good?”

“Well.” “How much is your bonus?”

And their conversations invariably turned to employment conditions. Even when in a hurry, they would part ways only after confirming each other’s workplace, monthly salary, and bonus. They were not students. During their school days, academic grades had been their primary concern. They recognized those who scored extra points as top students and showed them respect. But now they were salarymen. Even though they fully understood the logic that human worth isn’t determined by money, for now, the size of one’s salary became the measure.

“Hey.”

And one day, Adachi came face to face with a classmate in a department store elevator. “How's it going? Work treating you well?” “Thank you. I finally managed to land one.” “So it’s XX Trust Company, huh?” The other party already knew. Though they had tried to keep their voices down discreetly, by the time they reached the seventh floor, the elevator girl had already discerned their employment conditions—Adachi’s fifty-five yen salary, his classmate’s sixty-five yen, and both receiving one and a half bonuses per half-year period. The elevator girl looked at their faces and smirked knowingly. The two involuntarily lost their composure and fled.

"Darn it!" "Ha ha ha..." "But she was kinda pretty, wasn't she?"

“Hmm.”

“Are you here to shop?” “Nah, nothing in particular.” “Well then, shall we wander around together?” “Oh right, Seki works here too.”

“Hmm.” “What does he do here?”

“He’s in the Foreign Books Department. Let’s go take a look.” “How much does he make?” And so it went on endlessly about employment conditions.

The Subsequent Preoccupation

On Sunday morning，Adachi went to the barber shop．The matter of maintaining a neat appearance wasn’t written into company regulations，but modern youths instinctively made that effort．Adachi was particularly meticulous by nature．Even during his student days，he hadn’t waited for his hair to grow out fully but had set a strict monthly schedule．The reason he had moved it up slightly this time was undoubtedly the stimulation of his new employment status．

“Sir,” the barber called out while snipping with his scissors. “What is it?” “Well now, congratulations on your new position.” “Thank you. How did you know?” “I heard from Yoshikawa-san.” “I see.” “He’s been secretly grinding his teeth over it. After all, you’ve been a loyal customer here six years running.” “You’ve looked after me quite a while now. Ever since I first entered school.” “Do keep favoring me with your patronage, Sir. Graduating and landing work’s all well and good, but if you go marrying some girl straight off and moving out to Kinuta Village or suchlike, that’d put me in a proper bind.”

“Ha ha...” “Kinuta Village was nice, though.”

“If you read it backwards, it’s Tanuki Village, see?” “I see. Ha ha...” “You all right there?” “Won’t go gallivanting off that far.” “Say you won’t go far—means you’ve got someplace close in mind, eh?” “Nah, keeping things as they are for now.”

Adachi suddenly opened his eyes as the conversation grew too personal. He looked around his surroundings, but since it was still early, the only customer was himself. “Sir,” “I’m not just saying this to flatter you—I genuinely admire your consistency, sir.” “Why’s that?” “If it were someone like Yoshikawa-san with a proper family home, that would be one thing, but students who commute from the same place for six whole years are quite rare.” “That alone makes you a person of character, sir.”

“I stay because they treat me well.” “It doesn’t mean anything special.” “If there were a pretty girl there, that would be one thing,” “Ha ha...” “But Mrs. Ōtani’s quite the beauty, isn’t she? Bold enough to dress young.” “Hmm.” “Because they don’t have children.” “She must be something of a society lady with time on her hands.” “She goes out walking often enough.” “You keep close tabs on that, don’t you?” “This shop’s right by the streetcar stop—I see everything daily.” “And she passes right by my window regular-like.”

“I see.” “This might be prying, but may I ask how old she is? When it comes to beautiful women and Westerners, I just can’t seem to pin down their ages exactly.” “She’s thirty-five. She’s ten years older than me.” “Well then, she’s still truly young.” “She certainly is young. That’s why she hates being called ‘aunt.’ She insists on being called ‘Mrs.’” “That’s only natural.” “They’re both very understanding people.” “Mr. Ōtani has been a loyal customer for over ten years now. He’s a good man.”

“Now this is what you call a person of character.” “Sending a boarding student through university isn’t something just anyone could manage.” “Huh?” “At first I thought you were Mr. Ōtani’s nephew through and through, but then I learned the truth from that newspaper article about the burglary two or three years back.” “It quoted ‘boarding student Adachi,’ you see.”

The barber seemed to believe that erroneous article from that time exactly as it was. A thief had broken in, but because Adachi woke up, he fled without taking anything. Just then a policeman happened to pass by, and a struggle with the thief began. Adachi clanged a metal basin to alert the neighbors to the emergency. The boarding student from next door came out to help, but somehow this got mixed up and appeared in the newspaper as Adachi’s heroic exploit. “I’m not a boarding student.”

“Ohhh,” “Mr. Ōtani is a senior from my hometown. Since I’ve been entrusted here by my family, I can’t exactly hold my head up high either way.”

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

"Ever since then, it seems everyone’s been taking me for a boarding student." "But that was quite the heroic feat."

“Oh come on, I just banged a metal basin.” “Even so,” “It wasn’t any great feat.” “Well, the fact that you’ve endured six years of strict supervision despite being in a position to commute from a boarding house proves your steadfastness. If I were a company executive, I’d spot that quality right away. With this many years in the trade, I’ve come to understand human nature.” “Who knows? Since you thought I was a boarding student.” “Because you thought I was a boarding student.”

Adachi was considerably discontented. Just then, a customer arrived, so the barber deftly began attending to them. Yet even during this, the scissors never ceased their snip-snip-snipping. A smooth operator with nimble hands. Entrusting the customer to his assistant, he started talking again.

“Sir, now let me see—where had we gotten to?” “That’s quite enough.” “Ah yes. "My deepest apologies." “I’ve made a dreadful mistake.” “A grave error in judgment.” “Really, it’s nothing to fret over.” “But you must understand—I pride myself on reading people. Though you might just call it a barbershop, mine’s a high-class establishment—a proper tonsorial salon—specializing in intellectuals’ heads.” “For these learned gentlemen, their minds are their chief capital.” “And since we handle that capital daily, why, we’re practically capitalists ourselves!”

“Give me a break already.” “When you handle enough heads, you can tell by the cut.” “What?” “You can tell whether someone will rise in the world or not by the cut of their hair.” “What about mine?” “It’s a sure thing." “An executive, I tell you—once all this jet-black hair of yours falls out.” “My neck won’t hold out that long.” “It’s all right. “Don’t move.” "I won't move." “Ah no—about your job." “In life, staying put is what matters most, I tell you.” "As for me too, it's precisely because I settled here for over a decade without moving that my clientele became firmly established—unshakable now." “Even when I attend guild meetings, I’m considered quite influential there.” “Sir, you should settle down once and for all and stay put.”

“I don’t plan on moving.”

“There’s real promise in having kept coming from the same place for six years.” “That’s no ordinary accomplishment.” “Even folks living nearby sometimes change their minds, but you never do, sir.” “You’ve stuck straight with my place all this time.” “What’s that?” “Wait—I thought we were talking school matters. This is actually about haircuts?” “As a Tonsorial Artist, I read society through haircuts.” “People who keep switching barbershops show that flightiness in everything—they never last anywhere.” “Without time to put down roots, even plants won’t grow proper and’ll wither quick, mark my words.”

“So I can’t move to Tanuki Village, huh?” “Out of the question!” “What can you do? “I suppose I’ll have to keep troubling you as much as possible from now on.” “I appreciate your continued patronage.” “Ha ha...”

“To put it simply, you’ve been my valued patron since I first opened this shop.” “For over a decade, you never moved an inch until your hair started thinning—that’s why you rose through the ranks so fast and became a section chief already.” “Hey now.” “Don’t use people for your shop’s advertising.”

Then the customer in the next chair complained from beneath the soap lather. “Heh heh...” "Moreover, talking about someone going bald is just unnecessary, isn't it?"

“You’ve got me there.” “I don’t think it’s come to that yet.” “Heh heh...”

“Hey.” “Oyataka.” “What can I do for you?” “Aren’t you getting anxious about a new shop opening nearby?” “Well, that might be part of it.” “I appreciate your continued patronage.” The master’s candid remark sent them all into uproarious laughter.

“You’ve got nothing to fear no matter how many shops open.”

“Right.” “If they put in extra effort, all that happens is we lose.” “Now that would be troublesome. Since they’re a new shop, they’re bound to advertise ‘effort’ right on their signboard. Since we’re an established shop, I’ve no desire to start putting in effort now.” “That’s cutting corners.”

“Winning through effort should be a given, shouldn’t it?” “Are you scheming to avoid defeat without even trying?” “Right.” “I’m wearing out my scalp thinking about it.” “Shall I lend my wisdom and gift you a strategy?” “Your patronage honors us.” “What if you installed a mannequin?” “A splendid one.” “They’ll flock here, I tell you.” “Even if they come, if it drains our coffers, that’ll teach us a harsh lesson.” “No, if enough customers arrive, it’ll balance out.” “Once the numbers work, there’s no need for contrition since it demands no real exertion.”

“Right. But mannequins are expensive, aren’t they?”

“They start around five yen.” “That won’t do.” “If I end up charging five yen a head, my conscience would trouble me.” “That’s quite the learning experience.” “Business would be booming.” “You’re such a clueless man.” “In return, customers will come rushing in.” “Even I would end up coming three or four times instead of twice.” “When I’m losing five yen every day like this, unless you all come around much more often, I can’t keep this up.” “I’ll make this my substitute for café visits.” “I’ll come every other night.” “Do you really think you have that much hair left?”

“Hey. “I’ll wallop you!” Since the customer was no less quick-witted than the master, their exchange proved quite amusing. Adachi assumed the role of an attentive listener. From the start, he was no match for the master. In the midst of this, customers began flooding in. Those who made use of Sunday mornings were mostly salarymen. And just as the master claimed, many of them were exactly the right sort. When Adachi realized he had finally become one of them after all, he felt a swelling of pride.

Shortly after returning home, Mrs. Ōtani came up to the second floor and,

“Adachi-san, someone has come to see you.” She handed over the business card. It was Murakami. “He’s a friend.”

And Adachi tried to stand up.

"He left earlier. He’s already gone." "Ah," he chuckled. "How rude of me." "Though I understood it concerned a haircut, as it was his first visit here, I informed him you were out."

“It’s fine since it wasn’t a lie. He’ll come again.” “The insurance company person, huh?” “Oh.” “Didn’t he come by for solicitation?”

“That’s one part of it.” “If it’s insurance you want, please enroll at ◎◎.” “Since my brother works there, he’ll go out of his way to help you.” And Mrs. Ōtani loved meddling. “But any insurance company would be an ironclad fortress.”

“Won’t you join?” “Uh-huh.” “Are you going out somewhere today?” “Well...” “Now that your job has started, Sundays must be quite precious, mustn’t they?” “Uh-huh.” “It seems a waste to stay home on such a clear autumn day.” “Oh.”

“Adachi-san.” “What is it?” “You’re so mercenary.” “Why do you say that?” “When I was running myself ragged for your employment, you couldn’t do enough for me, but now that I’ve outlived my usefulness, it’s all half-hearted replies.” “Guilty as charged!” Adachi scrambled to his feet, fetched a zabuton cushion, “Mrs. Ōtani, here—please sit down.” he insisted.

“Ohohoho.” “I’d completely forgotten. Would you like another one?” “My, ohohoho!”

“It’s entirely thanks to you.” “You needn’t say such things as thanks, you know.” “I’ve finally become fully qualified. It seems I’ll manage at the company too.” “Of course you’ll manage.” “So there was something I’d been thinking of asking you about, Mrs. Ōtani—that’s why I ended up being rude earlier.”

“It’s quite alright, enough of that. “I’ve only said it in jest.” “Actually, Mrs. Ōtani, I have a request to make.” “Now that I’ve become a full-fledged member through employment, I’m no longer a student.” “Since it’s inconvenient for social interactions—as a friend pointed out to me—” “I’ve been considering that matter for quite some time now, you know.” “What exactly do you mean?” “Looking for a bride, are we?” “Ha ha ha.” “Young people these days are so bold, aren’t they? “You make your request without even a hint of a blush!”

“Ha ha ha.” “How sly of you, trying to laugh it off.”

"That's not it, Mrs. Ōtani." "You can rest assured I understand perfectly." "It's truly not like that at all." "What do you mean then? Out with it!"

“I’d like to have my nameplate put up at the gate. When writing it on my business card, they say listing it as the Ōtani household makes me look like just a live-in dependent, which is rather awkward.”

“Oh my.” “Such a thing?” “Yes?”

“That’s easily done.” “Please ask Mr. Ōtani about it too, Mrs. Ōtani.” “What do you mean ‘a request’? There’s nothing to ask for!” “In that case, I’ll have it put up right away. Actually, it was Murakami who came earlier that pointed this out. Just as I was coming around to his point, I was mistaken for a boarding student at the barbershop today. Since he kept praising me, saying I’d endured six years, I was feeling pleased with myself when the master mistook me for this house’s boarding student.”

“Oh my goodness!”

“After all, I must be made of plain stuff. This shows how I normally keep myself small.” “That’s not something to boast about! For all your grand airs—” “For all your grand airs—” “Ha ha ha.” “Do you recall performing any duties befitting a boarding student?” “I clean the room.” “That’s just your own room, at least.” “In the morning, I sometimes fetch the newspaper.” “And beyond that, you don’t lift a finger.” “Ha ha ha.”

“Are there any boarding students who make their masters or mistresses conduct job-hunting efforts for them?” “I am thoroughly chastened.” “You’ve finally surrendered, haven’t you?” “I am not taking this lightly at all. While we’re on the subject of your kindness, I humbly ask for your continued favor going forward.” “Jokes aside, now that your position has been properly settled, we come to the next matter at hand.” “What is it?” “The marriage issue.” “That’s a distant prospect. It’s only been half a year since I graduated.”

“But what about Komiya-san?”

“Even Komiya-kun hasn’t married yet.” “Since you’ll have to marry eventually anyway, wouldn’t it be better to act quickly if a good match appears?” “Th-that’s too… With fifty-five yen, my bride would dry up like salted fish. It’s still… still a distant prospect.” “Your family would naturally consider it too. Your father and mother must want reassurance soon. Actually, I’ve already received several inquiries myself.”

“Oh...” “They said, ‘If you find a good match, do recommend me.’” “Are there any?” “Why, yes. “Two or three of them!” “Really?”

“Just look at that! The ‘distant prospect’ has come marching right up!”

Mrs. Ōtani was rather sharp-witted. Schemer Yoshikawa.

Adachi-kun felt no reserve toward Mrs. Ōtani. He would confide everything. He also told jokes. However, when it came to Mr. Ōtani, he found himself ill at ease. He felt intimidated because he had heard this was a man of legendary perseverance. After graduating from his hometown middle school, Mr. Ōtani had immediately fled to Tokyo, working his way through school until graduating from a private university. He was truly self-made. After joining XX Bank, he continued rising quickly through the ranks. He currently served as branch manager of a certain city branch. For Adachi-kun - who had been Mr. Ōtani's junior in both middle school and university - this excessive familiarity with his circumstances made the man particularly bothersome as a supervisor.

“Adachi-kun, how have things been lately?” Whenever Mr. Ōtani asked this sort of question, Adachi-kun would invariably feel a tightness in his chest.

“Same as ever.” “I suppose you’re taking all your notes yourself?” “Yes...” “Saving them up and then borrowing from others to copy won’t do.” “Yes...” “They’ve introduced Civil Law starting this year, haven’t they?” “There is.” “Is it Tanaka-san?” “Is it Hayashi-san?” “It’s Hayashi-san.” “I also studied under Hayashi-san. "The professor might have been giving the same lectures unchanged for fifteen years since then, as though it were just a single day." “May I take a brief look at your notebook?”

“Well... “I’ve lent it to a friend.” “Ha ha ha.” “It’s true. “Yoshikawa-kun took it.”

Adachi-kun's assertion sounded unconvincing even to his own ears.

When he thought things were going poorly and scratched his head, it only made him look all the more like he was confessing something. “That won’t do, Adachi-san. Even though he commended you last year, he’s had to lower his standards across the board now.” Mrs. Ōtani interjected needlessly from the sidelines.

"You must apply yourself to your studies." “Yes...” “If you don’t maintain good grades, you’ll face difficulties when seeking employment.” “Yes...” “With so many candidates these days, anything less than above average becomes problematic.” “Yes...” Adachi nodded earnestly at each admonition. He would make dutiful efforts in the moment. An utterly ordinary student through and through.

Mr. Ōtani was not only well-versed in school matters. “Adachi-kun, I met Yokoyama-kun at an alumni gathering the other day.” “Do you mean Professor Yokoyama?” “...the accounting one?” “Yes.” “He was in the same class as me.” “Y-yes...” “I’ve put in a good word for you already.” I can’t slack off now. Such was the state of affairs.

Adachi-kun had graduated with mediocre grades, but after repeatedly failing employment examinations, he was ultimately able to enter XX Trust Company through Mr. Ōtani’s recommendation, owing to Mr. Ōtani’s position at XX Bank. Mr. Ōtani didn’t make much of it, but Mrs. Ōtani flaunted this achievement. "Since Adachi-san commuted to school from our house and we even pulled strings for his employment from here, he’s truly an Ōtani-made product." and apparently went to Yoshikawa-kun’s place to say this. Adachi-kun thought there was nothing to be done about being made to feel indebted, since it was indeed true. Mr. Ōtani had been his guarantor during his school days, but even after he began working at the company, he remained his guarantor.

“Since you joined later, I hear it’s at a slight disadvantage, but they say the rest depends on your ability.” “I’ll work as hard as I can. “I will never cause any trouble to my guarantor.” “I’m quite reassured on that point, you know. “Someone as rigid as you is a rare find indeed.” Mrs. Ōtani, true to form, understood. There was another guarantor. That was his close friend Yoshikawa’s father, an engineer at the Railway Ministry. He had the title of Doctor of Engineering. He readily agreed, but during that initial conversation, Adachi was startled to discover that Yoshikawa was putting on an act.

“Toshihiko is too rigid for his own good. “I think this is the result of my education being too strict, and now I regret it.” Yoshikawa’s father sighed.

“Y-yes...” "For one thing, he has no friends. You’re the only one kind enough to visit him occasionally." “I don’t have many friends either.” “I suppose you must share some similarities in character.” “Well... I’ve always been rather reserved by nature.” “Toshihiko takes that to extremes. If he’s this stubborn, I worry whether his interactions with colleagues will go smoothly.” “I don’t think that’s entirely true.” "I keep thinking it would be better if he opened up a bit more."

"No, he's actually quite open-minded." When Adachi said this, Yoshikawa made a silencing gesture to curb further discussion. His father seemed fundamentally inclined to boast about his child.

“He may put on airs at home, but out in the world he can’t even deliver a proper speech. He’s an utterly sheltered young master when it comes to worldly matters,” he began with self-deprecating modesty.

“Such tendencies certainly do exist.” “Does he say such baffling things?” “Well...” “Having this right before my eyes, I must apologize for being blunt,” “It was two or three years ago.” “He went with me to Ginza to see the year-end market.” When we came in front of the café, he said, “Father, the electric lights are beautiful.” “What could this be?” he asked. “‘It’s a café.’ ‘What exactly do they do there?’ he said with complete sincerity.” “Ah...” “Even as a university student, he didn’t know about things like cafés.”

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

“Even if he knows it’s a café, he’s so indifferent that he doesn’t clearly understand what goes on there.” “Ha ha.”

“I considered that possibility myself. With this, I can’t tell whether the home education was a success or a failure.” “It was undoubtedly a success.” “I wish that were true, but... It’s just a bit too extreme.” “Ha ha.” “Don’t laugh. I really didn’t know back then.”

Yoshikawa handled it smoothly. "What's this?" Adachi wanted to retort that wasn't this exactly when Yoshikawa had gotten carried away celebrating their baseball victory and caused trouble by acting up at a café? "Of course, it's better not to know about places like cafés, but he's simply too naive." "Whenever I tell this story, everyone laughs." “Ha ha ha.” “There’s another one—an admirable anecdote.” “Ah...” “It was during middle school. When we passed in front of the Kabukiza, he asked, ‘What kind of place is this?’”

“You seem to have quite a knack for asking questions.”

"I thought to myself. 'Having absolutely no concept of theater isn't commendable from a common-sense education standpoint.' 'I decided being too strict might be counterproductive, so I took him to see a performance before long.' 'But you claimed movies were more interesting?' 'No—we'd prohibited films until quite recently.' 'I see.' 'He's permitted everything now.' 'Now that he's a full-fledged adult, I've declared he may do anything he likes.' 'Hmm.'"

“However, even now he still doesn’t drink alcohol or smoke tobacco, and never crosses the threshold of cafés. It’s become second nature to him, and he’s grown into a splendid Ishibe Kinkichi.” “That’s because I’m a Doctor of Railway Engineering, don’t you think?” “What do you mean by that?” “Because I’ve been handling nothing but stones and metal...” “I see.” “Ha ha.” “It would be fine if Toshihiko kept up that attitude, but his sullenness is rather a problem.” “He seems to engage in it quite a bit elsewhere, though...”

“Oh, come now!” And Father would never believe it. "I can't do it." Yoshikawa was a different person altogether.

“You really do seem to dislike tobacco.”

Adachi conceded just that much. “Shall I try taking up a round of training from now on?” “Training isn’t something you should take up. Look at yourself. Even if you try to quit, you can’t stop and it’s a problem.”

Father lit a cigarette as if to prove his point, "I hear you're quite the drinker yourself, Adachi-san." and launched into a full-frontal attack. "Well, only a very little. And even that's only when I'm forced to at gatherings—or such."

“It was during that gathering.” “Toshihiko always says he ends up staying late looking after you.” “That’s not true.” “There’s no need to hide it.” “I surrender completely here.”

Adachi was cornered. To tell the truth, it was actually the opposite, but with Yoshikawa watching so closely, there was nothing to be done. "As your guarantor, I bear responsibility, so I must inform you: please exercise utmost moderation in drinking alcohol." “Understood.” “The alcohol itself isn’t such a problem, but it can lead to all sorts of temptations.” “I’ll be careful.” “And then there are cafés. If you regard neon signs as danger signals, you won’t be mistaken.”

“Let’s follow Toshihiko’s example.” “I shall accept that. He may be a man without particular merits, but his steadfastness is beyond question.” “Mr. Yoshikawa, when you advertise him like this publicly... I fear what consequences may follow.” “I’ll be put through a terrible time.” Yoshikawa was endlessly scheming.

“To Adachi-san, then?” “Yes, sir.” “Ha ha.” “I too have much to learn from Adachi-kun.” “Quite so. We’ll complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses.” “Rather than sermons, we need blind approvals. I’d like one bureaucratic approval, please.” “So you’re going to start learning from Adachi-san right away, huh?” “Very well.” And with that, after Father stood up to retrieve the seal, the two exchanged glances and reverted to their true selves.

“Oi! You bastard!” “I give up.” “You think just because Father’s here, you can play the perfect little goody-two-shoes all by yourself?” “Cut me some slack.” “That’s not allowed.” “I’ll treat you to a café.” “Very well.” “Ha ha ha—” “When?” “Tomorrow evening.” “Let’s meet after work. Where?” “Six o’clock sharp, Nishi-Ginza.” “Decameron, eh?” “Hmm.” “What exactly goes on at a place like that?” “Ha ha ha—”

Honest Adachi-kun

Now, it was Sunday morning. When Adachi-kun leaned forward, urged by Mrs. Ōtani about a marriage proposal, the maid came up and announced Yoshikawa-kun and Murakami-kun. “Well, well—look who’s here! Quite the rare guests!” Yoshikawa-kun brooked no argument. He had already ushered Murakami-kun in and appeared, “Oh, Mrs. Ōtani is here?” “No—you were here all along?” “I must apologize 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.”

And Mrs. Ōtani fled.

“Well. Murakami, please.” Adachi-kun urged with slightly more formality.

“My apologies for the day before yesterday.”

“No, I should be the one.”

“I’ve come right over, Adachi. I stopped by briefly earlier.”

“Yes, yes. My apologies. I had stepped out for a moment.” “Once you become an insurance salesman, you grow so accustomed to people pretending to be out that nothing fazes you one bit.”

“It’s true. You’re being awfully touchy.” “Ha ha ha—” “I was at the barbershop.” “I see. Your head proves it.”

“I thought you might have gone to Yoshikawa’s instead, so I waited with bated breath.” “So you’ve already steeled yourself.” “How thoughtful.” “How much will you put in?” “However, if you’ve come here in your capacity as a sales agent, I’ll have to drive you away.” “Oh come now.” “Since today’s Sunday, we won’t discuss business matters.” “So weekdays are alright then?” “Cut it out already.”

“My bad, my bad. Anyway, this is a nice place here.”

Murakami finally reverted to acting in a personal capacity. The topic turned to their classmates' circumstances. Indeed, it was that time. Everyone had settled into their respective paths. "They're all much of a muchness." "With no breathing room left, everyone will dig their heels in, don't you think?" And Adachi had inadvertently brushed against Murakami's professional affairs. "Adachi-kun, I've surrendered," Yoshikawa said.

Yoshikawa said.

“That was quick.”

“What’s that? You set me up and then complain about how quickly it happened? That’s rich.” “Ha ha ha—” “And then you try to save only yourself—that’s just mean.” “How much does it come to?” “They let me off with 2,000 yen.” “Hmm.” “You should get in on it too. Since you’ll end up in someone’s crosshairs sooner or later anyway, you might as well let it be at your classmates’ hands.”

“I’m surprised. Even you are soliciting now?” “You know what they say—dig two graves when you curse someone.” “It’s not as though I went around cursing anyone or anything...” “Enroll for two thousand yen. Per year it’s just under seventy yen, which breaks down to a little over five yen per month. So you could support a wife and children with that.” “Don’t say such ill-omened things!” “Anyway, just consider it. I’d fend off anyone else, but since it’s Murakami, I resigned myself right away. He was the cheer squad leader and an esteemed contributor to the school. The fact that he came in last yet still didn’t secure proper employment shows his abundance of sacrificial spirit. This is something everyone has a duty to enroll in.”

“Alright. I’ll think about it.” And Adachi suddenly capitulated. There was something peculiar about this method of persuasion. “Today we won’t discuss business matters anymore. Yoshikawa put in two thousand yen, you put in two thousand yen—that makes four thousand yen total. That’s more than enough.”

“I’m putting in a thousand yen.” “Make it two thousand yen.” “No way you’re getting that from me. The truth is, Mrs. Ōtani’s brother here is with ○○ Life, and I’m being pressured by him as well.”

“Then you'll join for 1,000 yen?” “Hmm. I’ll make it work.” “Even if the person from ◎◎ makes a move, you won’t back down, right?” “I won’t back down.” “No matter what happens?” “Rest assured. Once I’ve said it, I’ll see it through to the end.” “Thank you. We’ve managed 1,000 yen.”

Murakami clapped his hands in the rhythmic pattern used during cheering. “You there,” Yoshikawa called out to the maid who had finished serving the tea. “Yes?” “Talking about thousands and thousands of yen—we’ve really become something grand, haven’t we?” “Yes?” "We're talking about monthly salaries." “No way. Oh ho ho ho.”

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 turned to face him.

“I can’t do it.”

“Even 1,000 yen will do.” “Oh ho! “Yoshikawa-kun, are you still holding out?” Adachi was taken aback. His face fell. “He’s rather stubborn.” “What’s this? “Did you try to trick me?” “It’s just something like this.”

Yoshikawa puffed himself up.

“There’s no such scam here!”

“Ha ha ha...” “Curse someone and you dig two graves—if you don’t join, I won’t have it.” “Now now, let me consider this properly.” “What’s this sudden change?” “The joke’s turned serious. You really are straightforward.” “Praise me further and you’ll leave me helpless.” “Are you angry?” “Fine then—I won’t trust another word from you.” “I didn’t say I won’t join.” “Then do join.” “I can’t just shuffle matters left and right like that. Unlike you with your sixty-yen salary—I’m still a greenhorn salaryman depending on my parents.”

“Don’t be sarcastic.” “If you simply frame it as joining insurance, it might sound like routine business, but since this concerns matters of life and death, I must consult my parents first.”

“What’s this about ‘what does insurance even do?’ Huh?” “That’s about the extent of it.” “He thinks just asking will earn him trust. “Murakami, Yoshikawa-kun is really slick.”

Adachi called Murakami's attention. "He doesn't seem like a bad sort."

“The fact that he’s pretending not to know about cafés is astonishing. Apparently, he went walking through Ginza with Father, pointed at a neon sign, and asked, ‘Father, what on earth is this place for?’” “Hmm.”

“The questioner has his own flaws, but don’t you think the parent who actually believes his son is rigid must be equally misguided?” “Both sides are at fault. But to return to the matter—since Yoshikawa-kun tricked you into enrolling, you’re responsible for getting him signed up.” “I’m still not enrolling.”

“But since he says he won’t back down, it’s practically the same as you having already joined.” “I can’t compete with you slick operators. Am I supposed to help you?” “It just naturally ended up that way. Yoshikawa, do show some sympathy for Adachi’s position.” “I’ll consult Father.” “Is that all?” “Hmm.” “You’re quite slick, aren’t you? Really.” “There’s just no competing with you.”

Adachi-kun gave up. Having been enrolled in insurance he never wanted to join in the first place, when he realized he was even helping with recruitment efforts, he felt utterly foolish.

After a brief silence continued as it was, Yoshikawa-kun broke the silence. “It’s nice weather today, isn’t it?” “How about it? “How about going out somewhere?”

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

“I’ll consult Father.” “That’s acceptable, isn’t it? Go ahead with your plan.” “You don’t understand, do you?”

“Why?” “If you want me to join even more, that’s precisely why I need to consult my family.” “Don’t rush and wait.” “How generous of you.” “I’ll be counting on it and waiting.” “But while I’m not telling you to hurry, sooner would be better.”

“I won’t make them go through that trouble. My household is strict, so whenever friends come over, my mother immediately asks about their background afterward. ‘Was that stern-faced person who came today a school friend of yours?’” “Are you talking about me?” “Hmm. I gloss it over and answer: ‘That’s the top student from our class who works at an insurance company—a truly dutiful son.’ ‘He’s a truly admirable man,’ she says.” “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 trust.”

“If that’s how you want to use me, I’ll serve as your material all you like. What a model son—not undutiful in the least!” “Next comes your circumstance. ‘He came trying to recruit me, but with my present salary, even if I joined, I couldn’t manage the premiums—so I refused him.’” “‘Yet when you consider it properly, insurance is essential.’” “‘While I fully intend to remain safe, should the worst occur, I want to have at least some coverage in place for Father and Mother’s sake—that’s what I’ll tell them.’”

“I see how it works.”

“It’s Mother’s duty to report every detail to Father.” “‘Toshihiko is such a well-intentioned child,’ she says.” “‘It’s truly admirable,’ she says.” “My reputation suddenly rises.” “Then you come there again.” “I see.” “Three thousand yen should be fine.” “Thank you. I don’t mind higher amounts whatsoever, but with three thousand yen exceeding a hundred yen annually, please consider how it balances against my monthly salary.” “Well, I’ll have my family cover the insurance premiums.” “Originally, that’s the whole point of consulting them in the first place.”

“I see, you really do have a knack for this.” “Please consider it as three thousand yen. Since my father is quite sentimental, depending on the situation, he might even splurge more than that.” “Done.”

Murakami once again struck up a supportive rhythm.

“What do you say, Adachi? Any complaints?” “I’m impressed. You’re a real master at deceiving your parents.” “Don’t put it so crudely. I’m not deceiving them. It’s about reassurance. Filial piety must stay within practical limits.” “What a peculiar way to practice filial piety.” “Look here. This preserves your honor and Murakami’s honor too. Unlike your method of making them pay afterward, my parents’ dignity stays intact. In every matter, you must uphold everyone’s honor while securing the greatest advantage for yourself. This is my art of living.”

And Yoshikawa began to boast again.

“Murakami, you must understand,” I said. “I’m constantly with someone like this, so I keep landing in awful situations.” “Were you this way even during our school days?” Yoshikawa asked. “Now that I think of it, this was always your strategy,” I replied. “I once answered for you in class and got caught by the teacher.” “But that was merely mutual convenience,” he countered. “No—I hardly ever missed class. Yet somehow your attendance record ended up better than mine. It’s infuriating!”

“Ha ha.” “Even though I was the one mainly putting in the work through notebooks, Yoshikawa’s exam rankings ended up way better.” “Maybe part of it was luck, but when we team up, he’s dead set on coming out ahead—you can’t beat that system.” “That’s just coincidence.” “You can’t plan academic results from the start.” “No—you’ve straight up admitted that’s your strategy!” “Now I get the whole picture.” “With this setup, even though you drink way more than me, somehow I’m left without a single drop.”

“Ha ha.” “Even when we go to cafés, you’re the only one who gets treated while we split the tips evenly.” “Ha ha.”

“Even when you occasionally treat me to keep my mouth shut, there are strings attached. The other day you got to play the noble while I was expected to be your attendant.” “You—I’ll be taking my leave now.” “What’s wrong with that? Not yet.” “No—it’s already nearly noon. Besides, I’ve got another place to hit up.” “It’s in the afternoon, isn’t it?”

“It’s not exactly an appointment, but Sunday mornings are when everyone’s home—prime time for visits.” “If I don’t hurry, they’ll leave.” “That’s quite the strategy.” “By the way, when are you planning to bring the doctor?” “Fine. Come next Sunday morning.” “Very well.” “Well then, Yoshikawa—I’ll drop by your place again then.”

And Murakami picked up his briefcase.

“I’ll be going too.” “You’re close by, so it should be fine to stay a bit longer, right?” And Adachi stopped Yoshikawa. “Well, things are getting dicey.” “Ha ha.” “Just laying it out for you.” “I’ll be back.” “There are times when keeping your resolve unchanged works in your favor.” And Murakami hurried. Yoshikawa also followed after him. After seeing the two off, Adachi felt as though he’d been swindled. Before he knew it, he’d ended up signing up for insurance. I have no objection to the insurance itself, but my own will hasn’t been involved at all. He’d been taken in by Yoshikawa. Murakami must have been in on it too. They had insisted that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t back down. They’re downright devious. They had plotted this together. Damn them. Should I cancel it?

That's right. Since they had approached this deceptively from the very beginning, I bore no responsibility to uphold good faith. Even now, writing a letter to cancel would still be possible. But picturing Murakami heading home so cheerfully made him feel too sorry to do it. Yoshikawa was in on it too. Friends ought to support each other. Besides, Murakami had actual achievements as our cheer squad leader. Well, it couldn't be helped. He'd have to get insurance eventually anyway. Since he'd be targeted sooner or later regardless, he might as well let his friends claim the glory. Once more, Adachi found himself conducting this sales pitch to his own conscience.

It was nearly noon.

The dining table was always shared with the master and his wife, but Mr. Ōtani did not make an appearance. “Where is Mr. Ōtani?”

And Adachi asked. "He has gone to visit the head office executives." "Ahh." "He was invited to play golf, so today he's accompanying them to observe." And Mrs. Ōtani took pride in Mr. Ōtani's credibility. Whenever she said anything, it immediately became about the head office executives. "Golf sounds interesting, doesn't it?" "Adachi-san, why don't you take it up as well?" "No way I could with fifty-five yen." And Adachi shrugged while picking up his chopsticks. "That's exactly the problem." "My husband mentioned it too."

“What is it?” “You immediately bring up your monthly salary.” “Indeed, that does lack a bit of refinement.” “If you were to stay silent and composed like Mr. Yoshikawa, we wouldn’t know whether it’s a hundred yen or two hundred yen, you know.” “I’ll be more careful. When I think about it, it’s disrespectful to you both who have taken care of me.” “That’s not what I meant, but you’re being a bit too honest, you know.” “I’d been thinking the same thing myself. The problem is I immediately take what people say at face value. I ended up getting enrolled in insurance.”

“Oh my!”

And Mrs. Ōtani was surprised. “Because the two of them came and used a scheme.” “If you were going to enroll, didn’t I request earlier that you go with XX instead?” “I did say that to refuse, but I ended up getting swept along anyway.” And Adachi recounted the circumstances. “I had a feeling this would happen. That’s precisely why I tried to caution you so indirectly.”

“I’m terribly sorry. Truly.” “No, if this were twenty or thirty thousand yen, I would have you refuse, but if a man can stand on a thousand yen, that’s perfectly fine. Since it can’t be helped now, you should cheerfully fulfill your friendly duty.” “Even a thousand yen would be tough on fifty-five yen a month...”

“Oh dear, not again.” “That slipped out.” “Even a thousand yen would be quite a struggle to pay.” “When it comes to that, Mr. Yoshikawa is quite clever.” “He’s a smooth operator.” “I can’t possibly compete.” “With Mr. Yoshikawa, Mr. Seto, and Mr. Komiya being long-standing acquaintances, there’s no concern, but you mustn’t let your guard down even around school friends whose true nature you don’t know.” “No matter how much you’re asked, please refuse at least co-signing promissory notes.” “I’ll be fine.”

“No, because you’re too honest.”

And this seemed to be Mrs. Ōtani’s assessment.

Even after the meal ended, Adachi did not stand up. He had been counseled about a marriage proposal discussion just moments before Yoshikawa and Murakami came calling. Though he expected the interrupted conversation to resume, Mrs. Ōtani turned on the radio with feigned ignorance. It was precisely midday news. Adachi remained seated even after it finished. “Mrs. Ōtani.” “What is it?” “Let’s continue our earlier discussion.” “Whatever do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already? It’s a long-term issue we’re dealing with here.” “Oh my. Ohohoho.” “I really am too trusting of people, aren’t I? Letting myself get manipulated everywhere I go.”

“But if the road ahead is so long, there’s simply no helping it, is there?” “Well, depending on the other party, it might not necessarily be such a distant prospect.” “That must be where your true feelings lie, since you haven’t budged from here for quite some time now.”

“You’ve seen right through me completely.” “Since you bring it up, might I suggest humbly requesting Miss Hashimoto’s hand?” “…………” “What do you say, Adachi-san?” “I’m most obliged. Is there truly any prospect?”

“It’s not entirely out of the question,” Mrs. Ōtani replied, her voice taking on a conspiratorial edge. “Since I’ve been endeavoring to cultivate closeness with Madam Mother.” “There’s nothing to fault about her,” Adachi began, fingers worrying the edge of his teacup, “but while they’re the admiral’s daughter, we’re...” “Fifty-five yen.” The words fell like a gavel. “Ha ha.” His laughter came brittle, cracking at the edges. “You really are too timid for your own good, aren’t you?” She leaned forward, lacquered hairpins catching the light. “It’s precisely because you’re such a good person that you are.” “It’s just my nature—there’s no helping it.” His collar felt suddenly tight. “So you’re withdrawing your candidacy?” Her fan snapped open with practiced nonchalance. “Well...” He watched dust motes dance in a sunbeam. “But even if I were to run as a candidate, is there any real prospect of winning?”

“When you talk about winning prospects—do you even know your opponent?” “There’s an opponent?” “Mr. Yoshikawa.” “What?”

And Adachi slapped both knees as though springing to his feet.

A nine-to-one chance. Before Adachi had even recovered from his shock upon learning his rival was Yoshikawa, the maid appeared,

“Mr. Adachi, Mr. Seto has arrived.” the maid announced. There was always some interruption. “Please show him up to the second floor.” Adachi-kun found it somewhat bothersome at times, but since it was his close friend, there was no helping it. However, he didn’t immediately make a move to stand,

“Mrs. Ōtani,” he said in a lowered voice. “Yes?”

“Is that true?” “I would never jest about such matters.” “Has negotiations already commenced?” “I didn’t press for details, but yesterday morning, Mrs. Hashimoto paid a visit and made inquiries about Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Ah...” “Though phrased discreetly, it amounted to an investigation—questioning his academic performance and whether he frequented cafés like other young gentlemen.”

“So he must have already applied, then?” “That may well be the case.” “It’s too late now.”

“No, there’s no need for you to give up yet.” “If I were to apply even now, would there still be any prospect?” “There most certainly is. Because you’re the one better suited to the conditions.” “What are the conditions?” “Firstly, having good academic standing is among their requirements.” “However, Yoshikawa’s graduation ranking was higher.” “Why, didn’t you state that your standing was superior?” “That was because you asked if mine was higher, so I responded that it wasn’t anything significant. Of course, I don’t intend to lose in terms of actual ability, but the other party is so much more adept at managing things that I can’t compete.”

“You’re the tactful one here. I had always assumed you were the superior one until now.”

“Ha ha ha...” "But they’re fairly comparable in standing, wouldn’t you say?" “Oh...”

“I’ve been promoting you all along. There are no oversights on that front.” “I’m grateful.” “Yesterday as well, while drawing comparisons regarding Mr. Yoshikawa to you, I responded. It’s not quite on par with you, Adachi-san, but—” “Hmm...” “It seems he frequents cafés as well. It’s not quite on par with you, Adachi-san, but—” “This isn’t a joke.”

“Ohohoho...” “What is the second condition?” “I shall explain that in detail later. Mr. Seto must be growing impatient.” “Ah, right, of course!” “The road ahead remains long and arduous indeed, dear.” “You’ll end up forgetting all about your friends at this rate.”

Mrs. Ōtani laughed.

Adachi hurried upstairs. Having lost his composure, he stubbed his toe on the stairs— “Agh! Damn that hurts!” —and entered the room grimacing in pain. Seto was leafing through insurance pamphlets scattered about. “Hey.” “My apologies—my apologies! Kept you waiting.” “Not at all. Been ages.” “Still throbbing... Think I ripped off a toenail?” “What’d you do?” “Kicked the damn stairs.” “Managed to kick something rather substantial there.”

Seto showed no surprise. “How about you? By the way—” “I’m the same as ever. How about you? And work?” “Right, right. This is our first meeting since I started working, huh? Everything’s going smoothly.” “That’s good to hear.”

“Thank you for the celebration the other day. Now I’ve finally found my footing. I’ll give it my all!” “Give it your all. You’re exceptionally promising as a company employee.” “Why?” “Because you’re honest—you don’t know how to deceive. Over time, that becomes clear.” “Thank you.” “Humans—it seems the dull ones ultimately prevail after all.” “That’s an unpleasant way to compliment someone. Even without that, today I’ve already had a terrible time because of my honesty. You, I’ve been roped into buying insurance!”

“Hmm.” “Murakami’s handling solicitation for ○○.”

And Adachi, finding being deceived more galling than the insurance itself, 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.”

“That’s underhanded.” “Both of them are better at this game than you.” “You.”

“What is it?”

“Do I really look that dull?”

“'That much'? What exactly do you mean by 'that much'?” “To where people take one look and stamp you as a certified dullard.” “Well...” “It’s not quite that bad.” “Then how bad exactly is it?”

“Hey, don’t get worked up.”

“Let me have your honest opinion.” “When I say ‘dull,’ I don’t mean a dullard’s dullness." “You know how they say the world turns on three things—dullness, persistence, and luck?” “That first dullness. It’s what marks a successful man.” Seto parried deftly. “You’re dodging the question.” “No—a man needs something unshakable at his core.” “How would I measure up if you lined Yoshikawa and me side by side?” “In what aspect?” “Placed together, I’d undoubtedly come off as the duller one.”

“There’s a difference between those who shoulder burdens and those being shouldered.” “You think that way because you know me, but how would an impartial outsider perceive it?” “You’re hopeless.”

“What?”

“Are you off to cafés again to scramble over waitresses?” “I’ve already given up on that.” “Yoshikawa’s light. You’re dense. Light things float up, heavy things sink—that’s just how it goes.” “I guess that’s how it has to be?” “It’s in your character.” “Same with our school grades. Come exam time, I’m the one teaching him, but when results come out, Yoshikawa’s always ahead.” “But just by two or three places. No real gap. Your bunch all gets lumped together anyway.”

“You really went all out with that one.” “Heh heh.”

“I don’t intend to lose, but Yoshikawa’s always been difficult for me to handle.” “Even though you two get along so well, you’re always tangled up in some trivial conflict, aren’t you?” “He’s the one initiating things.” “Is it because he keeps outmaneuvering you that you’re harboring this bone-deep resentment?”

“Hmm. And yet we never fight. It’s odd when you think about it—we’re best friends after all.” “That must be your one good quality. Not that you two have anything else going for you.” “Can’t argue with that.” “By the way—is Yoshikawa home right now?” “He probably is.”

“Might as well stop by.” “What about you coming later?” “I just met him a moment ago.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Let’s head out to Ginza—it’s been ages.” “I have some business to take care of today.”

“There’s something off about this.” “To tell the truth, even seeing his face gets on my nerves.” “Has something else started up again?” “Because he tricked me into getting insurance.” Adachi had been overwhelmed by thoughts of the marriage proposal welling up inside him, but he maintained appearances on the surface.

“You”

“What?” “Hasn’t a more serious competition begun between you two?” “Well…” “I had an inkling earlier.” “About what?”

“When I passed by Mr. Hashimoto’s house on my way here, I thought you two might have already started competing.” “Actually, that’s exactly it.” “Hmm.” “Yoshikawa beat me to it.”

“Hmm.” “Has Yoshikawa already proposed?” “Seems like it.”

“Are you falling behind?” “It’s sort of turned out that way.” “It’s utterly maddening.”

“That explains why you seemed so cross. But even if you were beaten to the punch, you’re not just going to back down like that, are you?” “I’ll set things in motion right away.”

“This is astonishing,” said Seto. “Far from a premonition—it was psychic intuition!” He tilted his head as if deeply impressed by his own perceptiveness—though it was nothing remarkable. Until recently, he had been boarding nearby, so he was already aware of the relationship between the two regarding this matter.

"What do you make of this? "The truth is, I just moments ago heard about it from Mrs. Ōtani here and was thrown into a complete panic." “And just then you showed up.” "Is it certain Yoshikawa has proposed?" “It seems certain.” “He went and applied, then acts all innocent—it’s infuriating.” “But he’s under no obligation to report it.” “We promised to do things fair and square when the time came.” “And I’m the one who said it!” “This was all part of the plan we made back then.”

“What’s Mrs. Ōtani saying about this?” “I didn’t have time to hear the full details. Thinking it’d be rude to keep you waiting, I ended up stomping down the stairs.”

“Hmm.” “I was late in getting employed myself, and with just 55 yen coming in, I thought I still wasn’t qualified to consider such matters yet—so I ended up holding back too much and got completely outmaneuvered.”

Adachi-kun asserted his intention from the very beginning as if it were an inviolable right.

“You’re still such an honest soul.” “You don’t have to keep praising me. Rather than that, I want to hear your assessment. What do you make of this? The chance—” “Hmm... I’d say it’s fifty-fifty, but more likely sixty-forty.” “Is it because he made the first move?” “Even coming in second wouldn’t be an issue, but this is originally Yoshikawa’s territory after all.” “I have my own territory too!” “But Yoshikawa’s a native son. He has a house here, you see. And then there's parental influence coming into play. The Ministry of Railways Engineer and Doctor of Engineering carries weight. You’d be quite the figure back in your hometown, but from here all the way to Hokkaido, your influence doesn’t quite reach.”

“It’s not particularly grand either. Moreover, I’m the third son—leftovers.”

“That also counts. Yoshikawa’s the eldest son, you see.” “A seventy-thirty split, I’d say.” “But eldest sons have dependents to consider.” “Inheriting the family estate means heavier responsibilities.” “Dependents don’t matter if there’s wealth to match.” “Yoshikawa’s household must have substantial means.” “Hmm.” “They’ve apparently been well-off from the beginning.”

“A man without family ties relying solely on his own skills—unless he’s exceptionally capable, there’s no real chance.”

“Oh?” “Moreover, since Mr. Hashimoto holds the rank of His Excellency, bureaucratic households would naturally understand each other.” “If we’re talking about a reserve navy vice admiral and a Ministry of Railways engineer with a doctorate in engineering, they’re practically in the same league.” “Equivalent standing does the talking.” “I feel insecure when I think about that.” “Your family’s respectable too, isn’t it?” “If we’re talking about provincial landowners, they’d rank above doctors—but since the other party’s military.” “You’d need to promote yourself quite aggressively, otherwise it won’t work.” “There’s not much worth promoting.” “We have hundreds of horses kept in the mountains, but mentioning that would only give the impression of being some country bumpkin.” “And not a single one of them is likely to become mine.”

“This might actually shape up as eighty-twenty odds.” “They keep nosediving like this?”

“As I said earlier regarding you two as individuals, you and Yoshikawa get bundled together in the same basket. Since you’re neck and neck in personal merits, social circumstances inevitably tip the scales.” “So it’s eighty-twenty in the end? How pathetic.” “How pathetic.”

“To be blunt, it drops even lower.” “In substance you’re neck and neck, but the impressions differ.” “Yoshikawa has that quick wit you yourself acknowledge.” “As for you, if I had to say…” “The dull one, I suppose?” “To avoid provoking resentment, let’s posit you’re strongly inclined toward ultimate victory.” “But this tendency isn’t something one grasps at a glance.” “When lining up Yoshikawa and yourself, what glaringly stands out is simply this—one Tokyo-raised, the other Hokkaido-born.”

“Quit it already.”

“If we factor this in, it becomes ninety-ten.” Of course, Seto was half in jest when he said this. “So is this your advice—that I should give up?” “It’s not advice. I was asked about your chances, so I just gave a calm assessment.”

“Don’t you have any brilliant plans?”

“Well... Since they’re both dear friends, I’m rather conflicted. I really have no choice but to remain neutral here.” “I suppose that’s fair.” “In any case, you ought to just make the proposal.” “I will—absolutely will. It’s a matter of pride now.”

“When it comes to marriage proposals, they say it’s all about fate after all." "Take Mr. Ōtani here as a prime example." "His appearance isn’t exactly winning, I tell you." “There’s certainly a tendency for only your seniors to become the ultimate victors, but isn’t Mrs. Ōtani quite the beauty?” “There was a romance.” “That’s precisely why upsets happen in marriage arrangements." "These proposals can have their unexpected reversals." "You might just surprise us all yet.”

“I’ve had enough. Talking to you just makes me lose all confidence.” Adachi made a complicated face.

Mrs. Ōtani came upstairs. Adachi's companions called Mrs. Ōtani a leisured society matron. However, this wasn't meant disparagingly. They used the term playfully because of her beauty. Mrs. Ōtani would grow earnest and refute the label. Yet it remained true that she welcomed guests readily, being childless and having ample leisure. She herself took pleasure in going out. That Adachi's room during his student days had taken on the air of a gathering place owed much to Mrs. Ōtani's kindness.

“Mr. Seto, welcome.”

“I must apologize for my prolonged absence.” “It appears everyone’s completely given up on you, haven’t they?”

“With being so busy, I just...” “Is everything well at Mr. Shima’s household?” “Everyone is well.” “What a charming little anecdote—moving house with all your boarders in tow.” “It’s because the children have grown attached.” “An educator truly stands apart.” “Not at all.” “Only Mr. Seto is exemplary. I’ve always told Mr. Adachi so too.” And Mrs. Ōtani’s words weren’t entirely empty flattery. Among Adachi’s companions, Seto had been the most studious and accomplished, so Mrs. Ōtani often used him as a reference point in her moral lectures.

“Actually, this guy’s a bit different. Compared to Yoshikawa and Komiya, he’s still the real deal.”

Adachi recovered his good mood and matched the tone. "He has a good reputation." "If it weren't for his sharp tongue, he'd be an upstanding person through and through, though..." "I thought there'd be some catch." "Ha ha ha." "And how does Mr. Yoshikawa compare?" Mrs. Ōtani also acknowledged that. "He puts up a good fight." "That's true."

“After all, Seto might be a cut above—he can be quite scathing, you see.” “You say that, but you have your own merits.” “This comes from being influenced by both of those two.” “Now, Mr. Komiya here is the most innocent one.” “He’s not exactly innocent—after all, he makes such a show of coming here and causing trouble.” “You’ve hit the nail on the head, haven’t you?”

“Did Komiya bring his female cousin along?” Seto showed immense interest.

“Hmm. He came to show her off to Mrs. Ōtani.” “I wish I could’ve seen her too. Was she a looker?” “She’s incredible. With that look, you’d be devoted in no time.” “Shall I go on an expedition?”

“I can come along.” “But you’ll need to be prepared.” “I’ll bring some smelling salts.”

“Mrs. Ōtani.” Honest Adachi recalled the marriage proposal stemming from Komiya’s betrothed. “My! What a booming voice you’ve got there.” “I simply became overexcited. I asked Seto for his assessment just now, but it appears I’ve been rejected.” “Rejected from what?” “The Hashimoto matter.”

“Oh! Did he tell you?”

“Well. They just stop short of telling me to give up because there’s no prospect.” “Didn’t I tell you how it would be?” “It would be best for you to abandon your hopes.” “Because Mr. Yoshikawa’s proposal has already progressed.” Mrs. Ōtani made meaningful eye movements at every pause in her speech. It had been agreed that they wouldn’t broach the subject. Adachi immediately fell silent, but Seto leaned forward,

“Is Yoshikawa’s really progressing that far?”

he asked. "I don't know the particulars, but it does appear to be the case." "What sort of matchmaker is involved?" "I don't know that either."

“If Yoshikawa has already taken the initiative, Adachi would be pitiable. Since I’m a close friend to both, I don’t take sides, but in fairness, I’d like to devise some means to assist Adachi as well.” “For Mr. Adachi, I shall arrange an even better match.” “Do you have someone particular in mind?” “Oh?” “How enviable.” “Shall I arrange one for you as well?” “Please.” “Really?”

“Well...” “You must have said something - you already have someone in mind, don’t you?” “If it were just up to me, there might be someone, but they won’t agree.” “Since I want to pursue romance, making specific requests feels rather unreasonable.” “Perhaps there’s someone among them?” “Mrs. Ōtani, would you be so kind as to tell me one of your romances?” “Don’t be silly!” “Oh my!” “I’m afraid I don’t happen to have any such thing in my possession.” “Oh come now, I've known about it for ages.”

“Ours was an arranged marriage - the most ordinary thing imaginable.” “I’m simply not cut out for romance in the first place.” “You phrase it most artfully.” “Do go on.”

“Oh ho ho ho. “I shall take my leave now. “Pray excuse my rudeness. “Do enjoy your leisure.”

With practiced efficiency, Mrs. Ōtani made her escape. Because she still considered herself young and beautiful, she naturally ended up on equal terms with the younger set. The epithet 'Idle Madam' took root precisely in that quality.

In truth, it was a three-way stalemate.

In the end, Adachi found himself being coaxed out by Seto. However, it wasn’t to Yoshikawa’s house that they went, but to Mr. Komiya’s shop. As it was an individually owned shop, they had heard it didn’t close even on Sundays. Moreover, since their home doubled as their shop, people used to say that even on regular days when business was slow, taking time off amounted to the same thing. “Shall I call ahead?” “No, a surprise attack would be more entertaining.”

Given this, they set out immediately, but disappointment awaited them. There was no way a Modern Boy and his Modern Girl fiancée would be cooped up at home on such a gloriously balmy Sunday. A young shop clerk appeared at the reception desk,

“The Young Master has gone out for a drive on shop business,” he said. Seto commandeered even Adachi’s business card, wrote “Exploratory Visit,” and left it there.

“Using a drive for official shop business—that’s so Komiya-style.” “They’re managing splendidly.” “They must be together.” “Of course.”

“That’s exactly the kind of thing that causes accidents.”

“Why?” “Because they think a romantic scene is developing right behind them. Unless the driver has considerable mental discipline, their attention becomes scattered.” “I see.” “While they’re busy checking the mirror—wham! They crash.” “That’s dangerous!” “So, what should we do?”

“After all, it would have been better if we’d called ahead.”

Adachi now regretted his rashness all the more for having initiated that course of action. Because Mitsukoshi was nearby, the two stopped by to look. There was nothing to buy. As they wandered aimlessly here and there, they came upon an art exhibition venue. Neither had any interest, but they viewed it to kill time. Seto encountered an older gentleman, bowed repeatedly, and then came over to Adachi. “Adachi, I’ve been caught by the vice principal. Since he says we should have tea together, I’ll take my leave here. Goodbye.”

And with that resolution firmly settled in his own mind, he went off. It was at this moment that Adachi first thought of Seto as an unreliable man. Though their acquaintance was long-standing, such a thing had never occurred before. Even with Mr. Komiya absent, having been dragged all the way to Nihonbashi's backstreets meant continuing their joint efforts stood to reason. Without feeling any responsibility for having prevented the phone call from being made, he walked off without so much as a backward glance, as though discarding worn-out sandals. Because it was entirely self-centered, it proved thoroughly disagreeable. However, he soon reconsidered with sympathy. They were no longer students. Work took precedence. Even he himself thought that were he to encounter and be invited by a company superior, he might very well adopt the same manner, and thus endeavored to be forgiving.

Adachi’s slightly clouded mood suddenly cleared before the elevator. Just as he meant to go down, Miss Hashimoto Kako and her brother Mitsuru appeared from the ascending car. “Why, Mr. Adachi!” Mitsuru saluted with raised hand. What pleased him more was Miss Kako having first recognized him and offered a slight bow. True feelings show clearest when meeting unexpectedly without time to compose oneself. The elevator had served well as a stage. Though Adachi lacked leisure to ponder this deeply. He simply felt satisfied.

“Are you alone?”

Miss Kako looked around her surroundings as she spoke. “Ah... Are you shopping?” “Mitsuru was rather insistent.” “I should be heading back now.” “Well then,” “Mr. Adachi, it’s here.” Mitsuru pointed to the descending elevator, meaning to be helpful. Because it had just arrived, there was no refusing. “Goodbye.”

With a polite bow, Adachi boarded the elevator. I thought I'd been an idiot—I could have talked more. I realized there had been no need to declare I was leaving when no one had even asked. Mitsuru was just a middle school student and didn't know any better. He thought he was doing me a favor. I couldn't help but find it absurd. Should I go back up to the fifth floor and wander around a bit? No, I'd already said I was leaving. One really shouldn't announce their plans in a place like this.

“Sir，this is the basement floor.”

the elevator girl informed him. Adachi's anxiety immediately dissipated.

When he stepped outside, the autumn sky stretched high above. From Nihonbashi to Azabu Tanukizaka, even on the train he continued thinking about Miss Kako. Seto and his much-vaunted ninety-to-one odds had vanished somewhere. When he thought about it, Miss Kako had first begun to catch his eye about three years prior. The Hashimoto family residence was near the Ōtani household. Adachi went to where Mitsuru was playing ball and served as his partner. Amidst this, Mitsuru came with an invitation. At that moment, Yoshikawa joined them. They had once been scolded by a policeman for doing that on the street—it wasn’t allowed. Mitsuru, having just entered middle school at the time and believing himself to have become quite grown-up, was delighted to play with university students. he came over to where Adachi was,

“How do you write ‘Tasuku’?” Mitsuru asked. When Adachi-kun wrote 助 for “Tasuku,” he said it wasn’t such a strange character and taught him the correct one: 弼. When Adachi-kun was tested again the next time and couldn’t write it immediately, “You’re not very bright, are you?” he was told off definitively.

Mitsuru had been the catalyst for connecting with Miss Kako. They began bowing whenever they encountered each other. Adachi and Yoshikawa unexpectedly found themselves in agreement about currying favor with Mitsuru. Around last year, they managed to get tickets and took Mitsuru to see the Waseda-Keio game.

“My sister wants to go too,” “Because she’s crazy about baseball.”

Mitsuru said. This was Miss Kako announcing her intentions through Mitsuru.

When Adachi returned home, Mrs. Ōtani called him into the parlor as if she had been waiting. “Was Mr. Komiya not at home?” “Ah... I made a fool of myself.” “You’ve had quite the time. And Mr. Seto?” “We parted ways at Mitsukoshi.” “Shall I continue what we were discussing earlier?” “Please do.”

Adachi sat up straight. “All smiles now—how calculating of you.” “Something wonderful happened. I met Miss Kako at Mitsukoshi!” “My word!” “She was with Mr. Mitsuru.” “Did she grace you with words?” “Ah.” “An auspicious omen.” “I think so too.” “But you mustn’t breathe a word of this to Mr. Seto.” “Why?” “This isn’t some job-hunting matter—keep it secret until things take proper shape.”

“I know that, but since Seto’s my senior, I thought I’d consult him. Thinking he might have some sound judgment.”

“You’re such an honest soul... Whenever I see tropical fish in a glass tank, I always think of you, you know.” “Do I really resemble such grotesque things?” “It’s not your face. Because your insides are completely transparent.” “Ha ha ha.” “If I were you, I’d be on my guard against Mr. Seto at this point.” “Is there a risk he might be colluding with the enemy?” “That’s exactly why you’re hopeless. Even Mr. Seto, having been in this very neighborhood until just recently, might very well have intentions of his own, you know.”

“Seto’s all right.” “That’s precisely where you’re being careless.” “Seto is completely focused on studying. Because he intends to get a degree, unlike us, he has no interest in women.” “How could he possibly not have any? Didn’t he go on an excursion all the way to Nihonbashi?” “That was a joke.” “When you asked about Shankai, he came at you with the ferocity of a wild beast pouncing.”

“I see.” “I can tell people with such feelings by the look in their eyes. The one who’s always staring at my face is Mr. Seto.”

And Mrs. Ōtani was fiercely self-assured. "But surely he isn't actually planning to propose, is he?" "I really can't say." "In these sorts of matters, you never know what kind of people might come popping up from where." "Mrs. Ōtani, you have experience with this, don't you?"

“This is no joking matter,” Mrs. Ōtani said sternly. “Mr. Adachi.” “My apologies.” “When you confided in him, how did Mr. Seto react?” “He saw through everything immediately from their manner.” “There now! He’s gone full detective on us.” “Well...” “What exactly did you say?”

“I told him Yoshikawa had taken the initiative.” “No, Mr. Seto.” “He says there’s no chance.” “He says it’s ninety-nine to one.” “Mr. Seto will surely make a proposal.” “Did you ask about Mr. Yoshikawa’s go-between?” “Hmm.” “Someone who isn’t interested wouldn’t make such intrusive inquiries.” “That’s true.” "I believe Mr. Seto would prove a more formidable rival than Mr. Yoshikawa. "Not only does he have an excellent academic record, but his father holds a rather high position as a government official, does he not?"

“He’s the Director of Home Affairs in XX Prefecture. When he gets promoted next, he’ll become governor.” “Even if his family were only on par with Mr. Yoshikawa’s, the fact that he’ll obtain a degree and has prospects of becoming a university professor makes him far superior.” “Someone like me stands no chance. My family’s assets consist entirely of horses.” “There’s nothing lacking in your circumstances either.” “However, being located all the way up in Hokkaido does pose difficulties.”

“Seto said something like that too.”

“What a bother.” “I thought it wouldn’t do for you to bring it up yourself, so I made a point of coming here.” “If that were the case, you should have told me sooner.” “But we were mid-conversation then.” I hadn’t counted him until now—this one’s a formidable opponent. “It’s true.” “When that fellow resolves to act, there’s nothing he won’t do.” “Truthfully, I found myself rather taken aback today.”

And Adachi found himself recalling something. It was a world where one couldn't afford to let down one's guard. Adachi came to acknowledge two close friends as two rivals overnight.

Competition was competition, friendship was friendship.

“Dear Esteemed Parents, As autumn’s crisp air fills the sky and horses grow stout, I humbly celebrate your ever-increasing good fortune and well-being. Since joining the company, I have been diligently employed without incident, and thus beg you to set your minds at ease. Now, though abrupt, I humbly consult you regarding a favorable marriage prospect that has arisen. The prospective bride is the third daughter of Navy Vice Admiral Hashimoto Naonobu, holder of Junior Fourth Rank, Second Order of Merit and Fourth Class, whose social standing leaves nothing to be desired. The honorable Ōtani couple serves as go-betweens. For my part, while no urgency compels me, their persistent encouragement and the inevitability of eventual acceptance have led me to judiciously express consent through my own discretion. When residing in Tokyo, a Tokyo-born spouse proves most suitable after all. A company employee’s success is achieved chiefly through social connections, making acquisition of an appropriate supportive wife paramount. This truth becomes evident upon observing Mr. Ōtani’s household. I earnestly entreat that upon obtaining your gracious approval, you might renew your petitions to the honorable Ōtani couple. Et cetera.”

Adachi made it a rule to always compose letters to his parents in the formal sōrōbun style. He had occasionally written in colloquial style before, but through experience had come to consider sōrōbun appropriate. Originally, his interactions with his parents rarely extended beyond requests for money. When he wrote to them saying, "My coat has become tattered and shabby, so please send forty yen immediately," they refused, stating that it was common for students to fabricate pretexts to extract leisure funds from their families. Because his brother had deceived them, even he came under suspicion. When he wrote back stating, "As the coat has become completely unusable, I humbly submit the tailor's receipt for your reference regarding its replacement, and earnestly beg your kind consideration," they immediately sent the money this time. From that time on, he had learned that the sōrōbun style yielded better results.

A coat was the least of his concerns. Because this was a matter of lifelong importance, it would be problematic if complaints were raised. "In due course, detailed matters shall be communicated through Mr. Ōtani's gracious communication, I humbly submit." "The foregoing concludes the main matter. Respectfully yours," “Mrs. Ōtani, since I've written it this way, please put in the proposal tomorrow.”

And Adachi showed her the letter.

“This isn’t quite right. We haven’t made any recommendation.” “But you did recommend it! You were the one who suggested it!”

“While I certainly did bring it up, this would make it entirely our responsibility.”

“Please take responsibility—I beg you.” “There’s no existing marriage proposal—we need to fabricate one from scratch.” “Then I’ll leave that in your capable hands.” “Though I’m striving my hardest because I don’t want you to lose, I can’t guarantee we’ll secure the match.” “I see.”

“There may be circumstances on Mr. Hashimoto’s side, and with two strong competitors already present...” “I shall exhaust human efforts and await divine will.” “You won’t resent me regardless of outcome, will you?” “I see. It’s perfectly fine.” “Then once we receive the response, I shall call upon Mr. Hashimoto.” “The response will certainly come. Didn’t you say there had been such a request from my family?”

"But the specific details are a separate matter." "We must handle this with care." "You're taking your time about this." "As for myself, might I propose there remains no particular need for haste?" "I could stay composed if there were no rivals, but they're outflanking us, you understand." "If all this fuss ends in failure, the blame will lie with you, Mrs. Ōtani." "Oh now really." "In any event, please file the application tomorrow." "Without your family's consent, it simply won't do." "I'd catch hell from my husband."

And Mrs. Ōtani adopted a cautious stance.

Adachi considered going to Yoshikawa’s place that evening under the guise of reconnaissance，but his discomfort got the better of him and he refrained.Sneaking over to the house of the guy who outmaneuvered me would be showing too much good faith.This is why people make a fool of me.I'll wait for them to come to me and then confront them.As I racked my brain for some piercing retort that would strike my rival’s heart like a dagger thrust，the very act of strategizing stirred such excitement that my chest began to pound.This would inevitably lead to a quarrel.But I didn’t care.

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

The maid relayed the message. When he went to answer, after Komiya apologized for having been absent when called upon yesterday, he said he wanted to invite everyone over to his house once. “How about it?” “That’s fine.” “I want to introduce Wakako.” “That’s already been taken care of.”

“No—she hasn’t met Seto yet. You’ve only just met her too—it’s not like you’ve seen her true worth yet, right?” “True value?” “Her true value.” “Heh heh.” “Wakako wants to talk with you all too. Because I’m always talking about you guys, you’ve got quite the reputation.” “Thank you.” “Well, there’s nothing special about it, but that’s what we’ve decided. Come by the day after tomorrow around four in the evening. Since it’s a public holiday, that should be fine, right?”

“Right.” “Wakako will be demonstrating her culinary skills.” “Is Yoshikawa coming too?” “Of course I’ll have him come. You, Yoshikawa, and Seto.”

“Alright.” “I just called Yoshikawa.” “Because you were on another call.” “Hmm.” “The day after tomorrow at four in the evening.” “Got it.” “Then I’ll be going.” “Goodbye.”

“Hey” “What is it?” “Did you forget something?” “Well...” “Give my regards to Wakako-san.” “Right.” “I’ll pass that along.”

“Ha-ha-ha”

“Later.”

“Hey.” “What is it?” “After all, Yoshikawa is more astute than you. Without being urged, he sent his regards to Wakako-san. You’ve failed.” “……”

The remark “You’ve failed” struck Mr. Adachi with particular force at that moment. Seto had made nearly the same comment. To be fair, this perspective came through a warped lens—yet Komiya remained utterly impartial. He harbored not the slightest ulterior motive.

“Adachi,” Mr. Ōtani called out from his study. The telephone was in the tearoom. “Yes, sir?” “Please come in for a chat.”

“Am I not intruding?” With that, Adachi entered. Mrs. Ōtani had no reservations, but Mr. Ōtani felt constrained. “Not at all. Please have a seat.”

"Yes, sir." "I hear from my wife that some peculiar competition is starting up?" "Well..." "What do you make of it? Close friends [competing]?" "It can't be helped." "No matter who wins, it creates an awkward situation. Among my friends as well, there was such an example."

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

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

“There’s no need to take risks.” “It’s a matter of pride for me too.” “This is quite troublesome.” “Competition is competition, and friendship should be friendship.” “I’ll work something out.” “But in reality, things don’t quite work out that way.” “If they were true gentlemen who could compromise, they wouldn’t have started competing in the first place.” “……” “Adachi, you must think this through carefully.” “Yes, sir?” “It’s a question of whether you gain two close friends or make two enemies.” “If you don’t compete, Yoshikawa will remain your close friend forever.” “Wouldn’t the wife of a close friend still be considered a close friend?”

“Yes, sir?” “When a close friend becomes an enemy, and the person you care about follows that enemy, it becomes too dreadful for our side to bear.” “…………” "You become so discouraged that you can't focus on your company work anymore. “It could even affect your career advancement.” “Yes, sir.” “You’ll lose close friends and also lose your self-confidence.” “This is the serious part.” “You’ve made such a good start—wouldn’t it be a shame to throw that away?” Mr. Ōtani was only imagining scenarios where they lost. He seemed never to consider the possibility that their side might win. Adachi had grown thoroughly bitter. Just then, Mrs. Ōtani,

“Mr. Adachi, Mr. Yoshikawa has arrived.” she relayed from the parlor.

It was a perfect opportunity to withdraw. Adachi went to the entrance, but Yoshikawa had already gone upstairs. “What do you say?” “It’s nothing.” “You got a call from Komiya, didn’t you?” “It did.” “Are you going?” “I’m going.” Adachi answered each question curtly.

Adachi answered curtly to each question. “Actually, I came here to tempt you.” “What do you say?” “Why don’t you come with me to Ginza now?” “No.” “Why?” “I can’t get myself into that frame of mind.” “Are you in a bad mood?” “Obviously.” “Well, well.” Yoshikawa thought. “So this guy’s already caught on, has he?” “Do you think I’m blind?” “You’ve got me there. "Actually, there's something I want to discuss with you and get your understanding on." “I thought we could talk over drinks, but here works too.”

And so Yoshikawa abandoned Ginza and settled in. In Adachi-kun's mind, the aphorism he had just conceived was swirling.

"I'll listen with guarded suspicion."

“At least I have a conscience.” “Though it’s a bit numb.” “As you’ve guessed, it’s about Mr. Hashimoto’s situation.” "The marriage talks have suddenly begun." “Did they begin? Or did you begin them?” “There was a proposal through a third party recently.” “Which side initiated it? Your side? Their side?” “You’re being thorough. Can’t be helped. It was from me to them.” “See? You applied first yet lie about being approached.”

“I didn’t go through with it,” said Yoshikawa. “I thought about proceeding but reconsidered.” “This is what you call an underhanded tactic, isn’t it?” Adachi left no openings precisely because he had prepared himself. “You’ve become quite skilled yourself,” Yoshikawa remarked. “It’s because I have an excellent mentor.” “There’s absolutely no competing with this.”

“No amount of flattery will cover this up. Wasn’t there an agreement between us to handle that matter fairly?” “That’s exactly why I came to report it.” “Is getting a head start what you call fair play?” “A day or two’s difference can’t be helped. It’s not like we could both go submit applications together.” “Still, you should have discussed it properly beforehand.” “I panicked and didn’t have time... you.” “What?”

“Seto’s already applied.” “Huh?” “Mrs. Maruo caught wind of it and told my mother, so I got so startled—like a bird flushed from underfoot—that I had an application submitted too.”

“Seto’s such a piece of work.” “Didn’t you notice anything at all?” “Well, he actually dropped by yesterday afternoon. He might’ve been scoping things out after all.” “Around what time yesterday?” “In the afternoon.” “Having come this far, it’s strange he didn’t swing by my place. Must’ve been scouting us out—no doubt about it.” Yoshikawa kept tilting his head contemplatively.

“He asked me, ‘Has it already started?’” “Then during our conversation, he kept saying all these odd things.” “That’s why I suspected he was up to something, but I never imagined he’d actually applied.” “What sort of things did he say?” “He kept probing with persistent questions.” “That’s how I realized he had ulterior motives.” At this point, Adachi found it necessary to slightly adjust his account. “Ha ha ha!”

“What?” “You’re putting saliva on your eyebrows.”

“Why?”

“You really are honest through and through.” “Whenever you lie, you always lead with ‘that’s why’ as your opener.”

“Would I lie? I’m different from you.” “You had Mrs. Ōtani here conduct reconnaissance and are taking credit for it yourself.”

With that, Yoshikawa was not entirely off the mark.

“If that’s what you think, then go ahead and do so.”

“Even I didn’t notice, you know. I thought Seto was purely a scholar type who only cared about his studies.” “When did he apply?” “Apparently recently.”

“Apparently recently.”

“Who’s the matchmaker?” “I don’t know that either, but given that guy’s nature, he’s undoubtedly using influential people.” “You’re going through Mrs. Maruo?” “Well. “Well, I’ve already let the cat out of the bag, so there’s no helping it. “You’re working with Mrs. Ōtani here, aren’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“This must be some twist of fate.” "The matchmakers are mortal enemies." “I see, it’s a nasty setup.” "But we should both want to keep things fair and square." “Just go ahead and outmaneuver me then.” "There’s no such underhanded scheme here." “Since my mother asked Mrs. Maruo to assess the situation, it’s a matter between her and Mrs. Maruo.” "I didn’t think it necessary to report every detail to you, so I acted without permission." "However, I’ve come here properly like this to seek your understanding."

“I’ll let it slide.” “Have you already applied?” “I’m about to. Even if this turns into a fight between us, there’s nothing to be done about it.” “I can’t help my position either, but let’s not fight.” “Why?” “Since everything will be decided by Miss Kako’s wishes and the Hashimoto family’s circumstances, I bear absolutely no responsibility. It’s wrong to resent me.” “You say I resent you—do you intend to win?” “Of course I do.” “Don’t talk so big.” “Your attitude is mistaken. You should just go into this intending to win. Who in their right mind would go into this planning to lose from the get-go?”

“Fine.” “I want us to properly discuss and settle this matter here.” “Even if you win, I won’t hold it against you.” “It’s not your fault—it’s just how things worked out.”

“I understand,” “Let competition stay competition and friendship stay friendship.” “How about one more thing?” “Now that we’ve reached an understanding, could you advance one more step?” “What would that be?” “I’ll withdraw.” “With the competition gone, only friendship remains.” “That’s quite the clever scheme.” “You there—do me this one service.”

“I suppose there’s no helping it?” “There’s no helping it.” “In that case, the boldest one here is Seto-kun.”

“Hmm. He outmaneuvered us and is pretending not to know a thing.”

“He played dumb and outmaneuvered us.” “Looking back now, it was all premeditated.” “His intelligence only makes his schemes more intricate.” “When I see him the day after tomorrow, I’ll strip that mask right off him.” “Actually, it’s more amusing to watch quietly.” “Since they think we’re still unaware, they’ll put on all sorts of performances.” “If they go too far, 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 outmaneuvered by both of them, I must indeed be the most honest one here,” Adachi himself had acknowledged.

A Farcical Matchmakers’ Rivalry

Yoshikawa continued talking for a while longer before taking his leave.

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

“Mr. Adachi, I’ve been scolded by my husband.” “Ah.” “My husband seems to think I’ve been meddling where I shouldn’t have.” “As we discussed earlier, he appears opposed.” “If it weren’t for this competition with Yoshikawa, I could have settled everything properly, but so obviously...” “Am I obviously going to lose?” “It seems my husband does indeed think that way.”

“Given how it appears to all eyes, should I resign myself to this outcome?” “After all, they were first to propose, and their household is properly established...” “Ah.” “That’s what he states. “Whichever side should prevail, it would mean discord between us all.” “That isn’t my intention. “We’ve just now discussed this matter thoroughly and reached mutual understanding.”

“In the unlikely event you were to lose,” Mrs. Ōtani said with formal gravity, “my husband states that we, as your guarantors, would have no justification to present to your family.” “That’s simply how fate turns,” Adachi replied with resigned acceptance. “Can you truly relinquish your hopes so effortlessly?” Her voice carried both concern and challenge. “Ah.” “Then wouldn’t it be wiser,” she pressed on mercilessly, “to behave as though Miss Kako of the Hashimoto household had never existed at all?” “...”

“Even if I have to wear through iron sandals doing it, I’ll find you a lovelier bride!” “Are you abandoning me too, Mrs. Ōtani?” “That’s not it at all—this is a strategic consultation.”

“The situation’s changed all of a sudden.” “I want to support you to the very end, but my husband states it would be best if I counsel you to abandon this pursuit now.”

Mrs. Ōtani gave a lengthy explanation of the circumstances. In Adachi's household, his eldest brother had begun spending money soon after entering a certain private university and was ultimately compelled to drop out midway. Given that keeping him close was deemed best, the second brother had to content himself with only completing middle school. Adachi's study in Tokyo was possible because there was a strict supervisor named Mr. Ōtani. The Ōtani couple were constantly being called upon to fulfill various obligations. Adachi had fortunately graduated without incident and landed a job, but if he were to involve himself in this competitive marriage proposal now and somehow fail, he might fall into self-destructive despair. After all the trouble, things had progressed smoothly up until now. That Mr. Ōtani, with his strong sense of responsibility, insisted he didn’t want to let him take such risks by remaining involved.

“…………” “Couldn't you marry someone even better than Miss Kako and show up Mr. Yoshikawa?” “That's enough now. “If you're going to deceive me under pretense of kindness—” Because Mr. Adachi was being so obstinate about this matter, he failed to perceive others' goodwill toward him.

“You mustn’t get indignant.” “Up until this very moment, I’d considered you my confidante, Mrs. Ōtani.” “It’s terribly difficult for me, being caught in the middle like this.” “As a man, I can’t back down now. I just declared to Yoshikawa in no uncertain terms that we’d compete fairly and squarely.”

“There’s also the approach of conceding gracefully and letting others feel indebted to you.” “No—it’s precisely because conceding would mean I can’t win against him.” “Because Yoshikawa is constantly sizing me up.”

“Did Mr. Yoshikawa say he’s already submitted his application?” “Hah. The matchmaker is Mrs. Maruo.”

“Good heavens!” Mrs. Ōtani’s face paled. “That woman is quite influential.” “...” “Since we’ve been cast aside,” “There’s no such thing as abandoning you.”

“That’s enough already.” Adachi said as if flinging the words and crossed his arms. It was by no means acceptable.

The neighborhood buzzed with debate over whether Mrs. Ōtani or Mrs. Maruo reigned as its most elegant matron. Both women carried themselves with supreme assurance. Just enough observable evidence supported each claim to sustain their perfectly balanced rivalry. Mrs. Maruo enjoyed distinction as spouse to a Ministry of Finance dignitary, standing two or three years junior to her opponent in calendar years - though a true beauty's age remains eternally indeterminable. Mrs. Ōtani, who publicly claimed five or six years' advantage in youthfulness, regarded her greater lived experience as solitary handicap against this challenger. On all other fronts she vowed unyielding competition. Between a ministry luminary and banking branch manager, their husbands' social standings appeared roughly comparable when measured by Taishō-era hierarchies.

Neither had children, so beyond tending to their own needs, they had no particular worries to speak of.

One day, the two women happened to meet at Mitsukoshi Department Store. While Mrs. Ōtani was examining kimono patterns, she suddenly noticed Mrs. Maruo standing right beside her. On the surface, theirs was of course a proper association. “Oh my! Madam—” “Well, well,” came the reply. “If anything catches your eye, please help yourself generously.” “Thank you ever so much. Ohohoho…” “Madam, how does this look on me?” Mrs. Ōtani held the fabric she’d been examining against her shoulder and solicited her opinion.

“Well now...” “Don’t you think the design is lovely?” “The pattern itself is quite fine, but by any measure, it does seem somewhat...” “What do you mean?” “It’s rather gaudy, wouldn’t you say?” Mrs. Maruo replied unperturbed. Mrs. Ōtani never forgot this grudge. She maintained there wasn’t a soul alive ignorant of such basic etiquette. The neighborhood had once been Mrs. Ōtani’s exclusive domain, until three years prior when the Maruo family relocated from the provinces to become Yoshikawa’s neighbors. Yoshikawa lived in rented quarters. When Mrs. Ōtani paid a visit to the Yoshikawa residence, the mistress introduced her to Mrs. Maruo. The initial impression had been disagreeable. In her discussions with Mrs. Yoshikawa, Mrs. Maruo—

“In provincial areas where land is so limited, one inevitably must socialize with private sector folks,” “That made it barely tolerable.” it is said she reminisced. Banks belonged to the private sector. Mrs. Ōtani felt deeply insulted. Not long after this exchange, Mr. Ōtani remarked, “I just met a remarkably beautiful woman over there—who might she be? I’ve seen her about recently.” “Did she catch your eye?” “Hmm.” “That’s Mrs.Maruo—the wife who looks down on private sector people.”

“Huh?” “She’s the wife of a high-ranking official who moved into Yoshikawa’s rented house.” “Anyway, she’s a beautiful person.” “Do you think you can fulfill a branch manager’s duties with that mindset?” Mrs. Ōtani had completely missed the mark. Banks were financial institutions. Upon learning that Mrs.Maruo had volunteered to serve as Yoshikawa’s matchmaker, she couldn’t possibly retreat now. Indeed, this very situation had brought Adachi to the brink of tears before her eyes. Even women possessed their own brand of gallantry.

“Mr. Adachi.” “……”

“Mr. Adachi, I will take responsibility.” “I see...” “My husband won’t object if there’s promise. I’ll set about persuading him.” “I earnestly request your help.” “Once we receive your family’s letter, I’ll visit the Hashimotos.” “Even if I fail, I’ll never fall into self-destructive despair.” “It will succeed. This is something we absolutely must win.” “Of course I want to win...” “We’ll win. I won’t be defeated, no matter what occurs.”

Mrs. Ōtani had come to admonish him, but now they all felt reassured once more.

The Tanoana Quartet

Two days later at four in the evening, Adachi and Yoshikawa went together to visit Komiya. On their way, "You know, Seto visited the Hashimotos' place recently," said Yoshikawa. “Hmm.” “The courtship has already begun.” “How do you know that?” "I heard it from Mitsuru earlier. We’ve been completely outmaneuvered. They’ve outplayed us at every turn."

“Hmm.” “He must have connections through some influential channel,” said Yoshikawa. “Apparently they decide these things through formal courtship now. They say both his older sisters went through the same process.” “Then shouldn’t you have received some notice by now?” “I’ve been waiting...” “Aren’t there fixed eligibility criteria, like with company applications? If you don’t qualify, I’ll naturally get rejected too.”

And Adachi recalled the first condition he had heard from Mrs. Ōtani.

“He must have submitted his application long ago.” “We’re being meticulous precisely because we knew nothing about it.” “To put it bluntly, we were utter fools—but in the end, we trusted him.” “Since this could become habitual, we must settle it decisively.” “Will you thrash him?” “No—we shan’t use brute force.” “This concerns our vital interests too.” “Will you challenge him directly?” “Hmm.” “Naturally there must be some formal reckoning.” “Given he knew of our rivalry yet still outflanked us.”

Yoshikawa was quite worked up.

Komiya and Wakako welcomed the two of them. Komiya’s purpose that day was to issue a return invitation thanking them for celebrating his recent engagement, but it was also to show off Wakako. The two of them were prepared for this. “Go easy on me, will you?” “What do you mean?”

“Ha ha ha!” “I don’t get it.” “Oh ho ho ho!”

And Wakako showed not the slightest shyness. She was the very picture of cheerfulness. Since Komiya also had a cheerful disposition, they could form an impeccable household. Just as they were getting deep into conversation, Seto arrived. “Adachi, I must apologize for the other day.” “I won’t carelessly keep company with you anymore.” “Why?” “You drag me all the way out to Nihonbashi and then just say, ‘Goodbye,’ and leave?” “That’s exactly why I said I was being rude.” “There must be more to it than that? You’ve been utterly disrespectful.”

Because Adachi was an honest man, what was in his heart immediately came out of his mouth.

Komiya's place had a shop at the front and a residence in the back. Despite its outward appearance, the interior was surprisingly spacious. The family fortune built up over two generations would be inherited by Komiya when he became their live-in son-in-law. He was the third generation. The responsibility weighed heavily. Komiya's birth family was also a long-established business in Nihonbashi, one that was even larger than his adoptive family. Komiya had been earnestly entreated by his uncle and aunt. Since he and Wakako had been acquainted since childhood, it apparently went smoothly without any complications. Those uncles and aunts briefly showed their faces. They received introductions one by one from Komiya,

“We humbly ask for your continued kindness hereafter. Please take your time.” With just that, they withdrew.

After that, there was no more holding back. With Wakako facilitating, the conversation grew lively over the meal.

“Among us here, who do you think will be the first to start a family?”

Komiya posed the question. "That's you—she's already sitting right beside you."

“I’m getting sick of this. Asking such obvious questions and acting all smug!” “Now that you mention it, the earlier one was like that too.” And the three of them were already being sized up.

“I’m already settled, but among you three...” “Hmm,” “I wonder who it’ll be.” When Komiya pressed them, the three fell silent in unison without meaning to. From talk of individual interactions eventually becoming interactions between households, they drifted into reminiscing about which pair among the four of them had been acquainted the longest.

“That would be me and Yoshikawa,” Adachi said. “That’s right. “We’re the originals,” Yoshikawa replied. “It goes back to the entrance exam. “There was this guy sitting next to me who kept peeking at my answers.” “You’re lying!” “Ha ha ha...” “You’re the one who peeked! When you asked to borrow a knife—” “—when you said ‘Lend me your knife!’” “That must’ve been how we first started talking.” “Even though we took the same train home afterward, you pretended not to know me!” “When I got off, you got off too. “I thought you were some weirdo following me around.”

“The next day, we were on the same train again, weren’t we?” “Hmm. So I realized this guy was indeed someone from around here. However, when I left my hometown, I’d been warned against it, so I couldn’t bring myself to casually start forming relationships.” “I never even considered someone like you in my sights. Thought you must be some upstart. You had a hand towel dangling from your waist.” “You got me there.” “We met again on results day, didn’t we? Since you said ‘Congratulations’ to me, I showed you some respect in return.”

“You asked me, ‘Are you a tanuki too?’” “I didn’t get it.” “‘Do you live in Tanoana?’ you pressed.” “Ah! Now I see—that was a pun!” “Exactly where your upstart roots show.” “I learned that ‘upstart’ jab from you too.” “‘Just popped out of Hokkaido,’ they’d say.” “You never taught me anything useful, you bastard!” “We’ve evolved plenty since those days.” “The hell’s that mean, you jerk!” Now Adachi stood his ground as an equal. “My story’s with Seto here.” The recollection brimmed with comic potential. “We shared a desk for a whole week without speaking—proof enough he’s an odd duck!”

Komiya launched into his story.

“Ha ha...” Seto acknowledged his eccentricity. “Then on Saturday, I stopped by Shibuenkan on my way home from school.” “When the lights came up, there was Seto next to me.” “Hi,” I greeted him for the first time. “We both spoke at the same time.” “That’s when I knew he was someone worth talking to.” “So that’s what happened.” “Until then, I’d always thought you were some utterly insignificant square.” “Humans make the most absurd misjudgments, don’t they?”

“Don’t say such strange things.” “Wakako will scold me.”

“Ha ha...”

“We suddenly became close and were always together after that.” “Back then you were living in Takanawa, weren’t you?” “Wasn’t that a dirty boarding house?” “When I moved from there, my new place just happened to be near these two.” “Since I got friendly with them, you wound up joining the Tanoana Group too.” “For six years since then, we’ve all completely hit it off.” “There’s nothing else quite like this.” “We’re practically Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya—Damon and Pythias territory here.”

“The workings of fate are mysterious indeed.” “Hold—let’s cut this conversation short here.” “Don’t strain your mind over it.”

Komiya was not necessarily speaking solely about Wakako-san. A twisted form.

They had talked until nearly ten o'clock and left Komiya's place right away. Yoshikawa signaled to Adachi with his eyes, "Seto, would you mind accompanying me around here for a bit?" Yoshikawa proposed. "It's started already. But you're too late." "I'm not asking you to drink. There's something I need to discuss." "Let's do this another time. Haven't we already talked this to death?" "Just come over to that dark spot over there."

“You’re persistent, aren’t you?” “What is it?” “What’s this all about...” The sharp-witted Seto had already grasped the purpose of this conversation. “This might require some handling.” “I need to get home and prepare tomorrow’s readings, so I can’t humor any drunken antics. If you’ve got something to say, let’s hear it while we walk.” “‘Drunken antics’? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If I’m wrong, I’ll take it back. But what’s this about? Getting formal now?” “There’s something I need to ask you. Did you submit a marriage proposal to Mr. Hashimoto?” “That’s what this is about? I applied.” “Why act like you didn’t know?” “It hasn’t progressed enough to announce yet. But since you already know, this works out perfectly. I’ll count on your discretion.” “Don’t mock me. You went behind my back.” “Behind your back?” “Obviously.” “I don’t remember doing any such thing. I applied entirely on my own responsibility.”

“You’re the definition of a brazen thief! I’m speechless with disbelief!”

Yoshikawa flared up.

“Seto, what did you say when you came to my place the other day?” “Aren’t you being rather insincere?”

Adachi confronted him. The two were completely taken aback. They had fully expected the other party to back down immediately. “We talked for over an hour, so I must have said all sorts of things. But ultimately, since you asked whether you could beat Yoshikawa and what your chances were, I intended to answer each point with complete sincerity.” “That’s not the issue. You kept quiet about having applied, didn’t you? You nodded along acting like it had nothing to do with you, didn’t you?”

“As I keep saying, it simply hasn’t reached the time for disclosure yet.” “You outmaneuvered me.”

“You’re being oddly subjective here. Isn’t applying something everyone handles on their own responsibility? I don’t think being close friends means you need to consult each other about everything.” “That’s what you call evasion!”

Yoshikawa declared decisively. “Hold your horses. Are you picking a fight with me?” “Depending on how this goes, I might not let this slide.” “If we discuss this calmly, you’ll understand. Adachi.” “What is it?”

“Why don’t you apply too? I did mean to recommend it back then.” “Of course I’ll apply! But I’m saying it’s outrageous that you beat us to it while pretending ignorance.” “I haven’t outmaneuvered anyone or done anything sneaky. You’re inventing strange connections here. Did I ever make any pact with you two to apply together?” “There was no formal agreement, but—” “I’ve been acting entirely on my own initiative. It’s bothersome having your personal squabble forced upon me too.”

“…………” “Or do you two hold some special privilege over the Hashimoto family?” “…………” “Had this been a case of me cutting in after your applications, I would have needed to notify you and seek understanding—but I was first.” “Having you complain now feels utterly inverted.” Seto maintained his unflappable composure. Adachi found himself thoroughly checkmated. “Your logic may hold as you say, but—”

Yoshikawa took over. "If you understand, then isn't that enough?"

“But there is such a thing as contextual relationships. Are you willing to sacrifice friendship for this? Then answer what follows.” “Do you really harbor such doubts now? We four just likened ourselves to Guan Zhong, Bao Shu, Damon, and Pythias moments ago.”

“Then I’ll ask. You anticipated that the two of us would apply to Hashimoto-san, didn’t you?” “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 anticipated it, didn’t you?”

“I only asked because Adachi’s tone at the time gave me that vague impression.” “No, you should’ve known about our relationship from the start.” “That’s precisely why I say you’re being subjective. I’m busy too. Since we hardly meet these days, how could I possibly know what arrangements you’ve made?” “This goes back to our student days.” “I trusted you all. Wasn’t the Tanoana Group’s true purpose supposed to be academic pursuits first?”

“That’s something you arbitrarily decided.” “You all agreed to it too, didn’t you?” “If we opposed you, you wouldn’t help us during exams, so back in our student days, we had to go along with everything you said.” “But that’s different now.” “How exactly is it different?” “I won’t tolerate your selfishness.” “The things you say are all so strange.” “I don’t recall ever looking after you.” “We just studied together.” “We were both being selfish, weren’t we?” “I believed you were also prioritizing academics, so I never imagined there were other concerns.” “Isn’t that what constitutes respect toward you?”

“It’s a lie to say you didn’t think about it.” “That’s impossible.” “If you think there exist students without worldly concerns beyond academics, then you lack common sense.”

“What a strange argument this is. If I can’t discern every secret lurking in my friends’ hearts, I’m held accountable for each one—it’s unbearable.” Seto remained unshakably the senior. Yoshikawa was no match either. By the time they reached the tram stop, they had already exhausted their arguments. “So it’s ultimately a three-way competition, then.” Adachi had no choice but to acknowledge the current situation exactly as it was. “I think it’s only proper that you all who cut in later should be the ones to make some sort of greeting.”

“I can’t handle this sort of thing.” “That’s what I should be saying.” “This has gotten too bothersome; I’ll settle it properly.” “What do you plan to do?”

Seto felt somewhat uneasy. He was quick with words but slight of build, leaving him at a disadvantage in physical confrontations—especially against two opponents. "When your arguments don't get through in a debate, you generally know what that means, right?" "We're men too." "This isn't a joke!" "I'm serious." "Hey, Yoshikawa,"

“Hmm, come over to that dark spot there for a moment.” “I won’t trouble you any longer.” Yoshikawa grabbed Seto’s hand. This was of course nothing but an intimidation ploy.

“Cut it out. This is pointless.” “Shall we settle this properly?” “What kind of greeting is this?” “Say ‘I outmaneuvered you without apology.’” “That’s impossible. That’s—” “We’ve got our pride as men too. This isn’t about debate anymore.” “In that case… it wasn’t settled properly.” Seto reluctantly bowed his head. “In that case, that’s excessive.” “It wasn’t settled.” “You’re missing the ‘outmaneuvered’ part.” “I outmaneuvered you without settling it properly.” “Alright.” “Ha ha ha.” And Mr. Adachi clapped his hands.

“I’ll let you off.” “I can’t compete with this sort of rough behavior.” “This settles it.” “Was this part of your plan all along?” “That’s right. When it comes to justice, even close friends can’t be spared.” “Since when does justice exist without reason?” “Of course there is. Justice is a matter of moral sense, so it proceeds by intuition. If you get cocky, I’ll really do it.” Yoshikawa applied further pressure. During the heated debate, one train had passed by, and after that, none came at all.

“I’ll take my leave here and walk to Kanda Station. That way’s faster,” Seto declared. “You can’t.” “Why?” “If we part ways here, it’ll feel like we’re quarreling. Let’s take a car. I’ll see you to Gotanda.” “Forcing things does prick one’s conscience. I’ll be more prudent from now on.” “Anything’s fine. Leave it to me.” Yoshikawa flagged down a round taxi and began haggling through the window while gripping its frame. Adachi hadn’t truly wished to separate like this either. Though vexed at being verbally bested, using physical intimidation under the pretense of humor to extract an apology struck him as cowardly. As they rode together toward Tanuki-ana, he resolved to mend fences further.

Soon after boarding the one-yen taxi, "Now that we've reached an understanding, what comes next?" Seto asked Adachi. "A three-way rivalry." "Since there was an apology, I'll acknowledge your position now." "That's something I should be saying myself, but very well—given the circumstances." "Let's consider this a formal confrontation." "Competition is competition, and friendship remains friendship." "That's the honest truth." "Let's keep it fair and square." "No hard feelings even if someone loses." "Agreed." "No matter how things unfold, we'll stay lifelong friends." "I refuse to let petty conflicts ruin things between us over this."

“You seem to grasp things well enough, but what about your general over there? Yoshikawa.” “Competition is competition, friendship is friendship.”

“I see.” “Now this has to count as quite the profound statement coming from you of all people, Adachi. Moreover, it’s worthy of becoming our mutual golden rule.” “Right.” “It’s far more moderate than anything Adachi would say.” “What the hell are you spouting?”

Yoshikawa still seemed slightly drunk.

The Honest Man and the Strategist

That night, Adachi-kun lay awake, his mind racing from one thought to another. Yoshikawa-kun was a formidable opponent, but Seto-kun proved even more difficult to underestimate. What on earth would become of this? Just when he was already struggling with Yoshikawa-kun alone, Seto-kun had long since applied and begun courting. On his side, there was still no letter from his hometown. Having been outmaneuvered by both of them, he put in extra effort. If they started evaluating candidates from the first applicant, someone would pass before his turn even came. However, they wouldn't decide things so hastily. Even with employment, they saved up applications and evaluated them all at once. The order of applications shouldn't matter. After all, the most suitable candidate would be selected.

Adachi recalled the three conditions he had heard from Mrs. Ōtani and tried applying them to the three of them. The first condition called for someone with excellent academic records and promising future prospects. When it came to academic records, Seto stood head and shoulders above the rest. He left no room for competition. Yoshikawa and he were on similar footing, but in class rankings, his position was lower. In terms of future prospects as well, they would first have to yield to Seto. He planned to obtain a degree. He had prospects of returning to his alma mater in the future to become a professor. Yoshikawa was a company employee like himself but benefited from his parents' influence. The fact that he had landed a job immediately after graduating was precisely for that reason. Right now there was no difference, but in ten or twenty years’ time, the disparity might become glaring. Therefore, the first condition came down to Seto, Yoshikawa, and himself. Next, the second was someone with some assets. It seemed to mean that relying solely on a monthly salary was insufficient. He thoroughly understood. This was where Yoshikawa came out on top. Next would be Seto. Though they called his father some lowly clerk, as head of the internal affairs department he must have had decent means. He must have saved up a fair amount. He might have been unexpectedly well-off.

The fact that he didn't make any effort at all made it clear. The one without prospects was himself. He had been told his family's assets consisted solely of horses kept in the mountains. So he hadn't counted on them, but after four or five days of deliberation, he had resolved to receive five horses worth 100 yen each per year—though whether they would actually provide them remained uncertain. Five hundred yen a year would be equivalent to the interest on ten thousand yen. Since interest rates were low these days, it could reasonably be considered equivalent to fifteen thousand yen in assets. However, counting on horses yet to be born was akin to tallying uncaptured tanuki pelts—a textbook case of premature calculation. The second condition came down to Yoshikawa-kun, Seto-kun, and himself. This meant coming in last twice in a row. The third condition called for someone with as few dependents as possible—though it was a somewhat unreasonable demand—preferably someone unencumbered by obligations of giving or receiving. This was where he came out on top. As the third son, he had no dependents. Both Yoshikawa and Seto were eldest sons. They had parents residing with them along with younger siblings. Seto-kun had said his grandparents were retired in Tosa. Both bore heavy responsibilities. They didn't meet the condition of having neither given brides nor taken sons-in-law. Third: himself, Yoshikawa-kun, and Seto-kun. All three of them had each taken first place once. Considering this, they might all be evenly matched.

The conditions went up to the third one, but there should have been another crucial one. If Miss Kako did not approve, even if all other conditions were met, it would not matter. Then Adachi recalled Miss Kako's features. The scene from their recent encounter at Mitsukoshi remained vivid in his mind. Afterward he had examined it repeatedly, but that was undeniably an attitude expressing goodwill. It would have been better to talk longer, but he truly did something foolish. They say hindsight reveals base wisdom—since Mitsuru had been with him, he could have simply utilized Mitsuru to handle things.

“Mitsuru, shall we go up to the rooftop?” he invited. “Sis, let’s go up to the rooftop.” “No, since Mr. Adachi is with us.” Adachi doubted even Miss Kako would go so far as to say that. Having already announced their departure, he found himself being practically forced into a descending elevator. The elevator was filled with horses. It exceeded capacity. Though considering they were worth 100 yen each, this was rather fortunate. He tried counting them but soon gave up—they stretched about a hundred meters toward the back. The moment he thought it an impossibly long elevator, Adachi began to snore.

The next morning, a reply arrived from his parents. They had no objections to a marriage proposal recommended by the Ōtani couple, and had formally requested the couple’s assistance once more. Mr. Ōtani had decided to roll up his sleeves because Mrs. Ōtani had passionately argued the proposal's merits. He was a difficult man, but he listened well to what his wife said.

“Mrs. Ōtani, please take care of it promptly today.” And Adachi pressed the point at the entrance as he left for work. “Understood.” “Please tell them I can receive an allocation of about fifteen thousand yen.” “Please make absolutely sure not to forget this.”

“It’s all right. I’ve already considered every detail.” “Is a horse a good omen?” “Huh?” “Horses. I dreamed about them last night. The Mitsukoshi elevator was packed with them, stretching for a whole block.”

“Well, well...”

“Dreams are strange things,” he said. “It felt so real that it didn’t even seem strange at the time. When I woke up, I thought it was utterly ridiculous, but back then I was quite impressed.” “Haven’t you been a bit off in the head lately?” “That might be true.” “If trains and cars right beside you look like they’re a hundred meters away, that’s quite serious.” Mrs. Ōtani acknowledged the need for caution moving forward.

Then came Mr. Ōtani’s departure for work.

“Hey hey! The hat isn’t here!”

“What could be the matter? Oh, there’s Mr. Adachi’s! You must have taken it by mistake.” “I see.What a hopeless man.” “You were completely beside yourself.”

“I’m worried—this is exactly why,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about what happens if we fail.” “It will succeed, I tell you.” “But one must consider contingencies.” “Since we’re presenting the proposal today, don’t be stingy with your support.” “Very well, very well. Just make sure you handle it properly.” “Do take care.” Mrs. Ōtani promptly began applying her makeup. When going out, she wanted to make thirty-five look like twenty-five—a transformation that required tremendous effort. Her confidence ran deep. Two or three years prior, when she had last acted as matchmaker, she initially thought the conversation utterly nonsensical—until discovering the groom had mistaken the wife for the bride.

“What absurd people exist in this world!” She seemed determined to pass this down through generations as a sort of boastful anecdote. Mr. Ōtani had no objections either to his wife having consistently appeared ten years younger than her true age for many years now. The maid too adeptly humored her whims. After all, that approach made her duties simpler.

“Madam.” “What is it?” “When I’m allowed to accompany you, Madam, it makes me walk tall.”

“Why?” “Because the gentlemen turn around to look.” “They’re not looking at you, you know.” “They’re looking at you, Madam, but I’d proudly declare, ‘This here is my mistress,’ and hold my head high.” “You really are such a loyal one, aren’t you, Kiyo?” With that, Mrs. Ōtani was in high spirits.

In the midst of her makeup, Kiyo came hurrying in somewhat frantically,

“Madam, Mrs. Maruo just passed by in front of your house.” The maid urgently reported. “How theatrical.” “Because she was walking in front of the gate.” “Even Mrs. Maruo does walk around. She’s not some legless creature.” “Yes, ma’am.” "Haven't I been telling you I can't stand her?" “I just…” “What do you mean by ‘just’?” "I merely thought it proper to inform you, ma’am."

"There was no need to mention that woman's affairs." "Yes, ma'am." "You're so slow on the uptake. Doesn't that put one in an unpleasant mood?"

With that, Mrs. Ōtani dismissed her outright. However, the maid had tried to be helpful in her own way. Mrs. Ōtani later encountered the greatly detested Mrs. Maruo in the Hashimotos’ parlor. “Well, well.” “I do apologize for intruding.” “Why, I hadn’t the slightest inkling myself,” Mrs. Ōtani replied. “You weren’t in the midst of discussing official matters, were you?”

“Not in the slightest.” “Merely casual conversation.” “Wouldn’t that qualify as gossip?” “To some degree.”

“Ohoho.” “Shall I be permitted to join your little gathering?”

“By all means.” Of course, on the surface, the two of them were model neighbors. Since their relationship lacked substantial foundation, their conversations brimmed with excessive goodwill. This wasn’t necessarily mere performance. Mrs. Hashimoto strove to mediate between them. She vaguely understood the nature of their connection. Being past fifty, this woman harbored no trace of competitive spirit.

“How perfectly timed.” “Please do relax comfortably, both of you.” “I fear I’ve already been rather talkative since earlier...” “The atmosphere remains quite pleasant.” “How regrettable—I’ve an appointment at the ministry residence shortly.” “A veritable social kite, pulled hither and thither.” “Not at all.” “Being overly trusting by nature, others find me conveniently exploitable.” “Our leading lady here—still youthful and radiant.” “What an outlandish notion.”

“By all means, do keep up your vigorous activities.” “Shall I call it a gathering of minnows? Keeping company with the wives of vice ministers and bureau chiefs proves rather mentally exhausting.” “Well, I suppose that’s the extent of it.” “You’re performing such meritorious service as a helpmate.” “He calls it meddling—that’s what I am. “My husband says that in jest.” “Why would that be?” “I’m always out and about, so he says I’m turning our home inside out.” "My husband simply doesn’t understand my efforts."

Mrs. Maruo began to rise yet kept talking. Mrs. Ōtani had no choice but to keep listening politely for the time being. She thought Mrs. Maruo was truly a master of self-promotion. She was even going on about her husband. Official residences and vice ministers and bureau chiefs and whatnot—the height of affectation. “You seem to be constantly occupied as well, Mrs. Ōtani.”

Mrs. Hashimoto finally obtained an opportunity to address Mrs. Ōtani.

“Ah,” “Mine is the sort of busyness that comes with poverty.” “Oh my,” “What remarkable modesty!” “My husband says, ‘You’re such a penny-pincher that you’re always rushing about.’” “Since you are indeed such a prominent figure, it’s only natural you’re pulled in every direction like a kite.” “Not at all.” “Unlike someone like Mrs. Maruo, mine is rather plain.” “Even if it’s a kite, mine might just be a plain workhorse of one.” “Oh my, oh my.”

“While there is that association, since we are of the civilian class.”

Mrs. Ōtani had meant to make her meaning somewhat understood. This proved ill-advised. Yet Mrs. Maruo remained utterly impervious. Convinced that civilian circles naturally deferred to bureaucratic rank, she took Mrs. Ōtani's barbed comments as fitting humility and took her leave in high spirits.

Mrs. Ōtani was just getting started.

“Actually, Madam, today I’ve come with an earnest request. Might I also request that you grant me the same consideration you showed Mrs. Maruo?” “His... ‘face’?” “Ah. In the same manner as Mr. Yoshikawa, I would like to humbly request that our Mr. Adachi too be granted the privilege of special consideration.” “Oh my. Are you referring to that matter?” “Ah. I found myself being pleaded with by Mr. Adachi, so in any case, as I’m earnestly requesting your kind consideration, I’ve come here with the understanding that you would at least accept his proposal.”

“Thank you very much. Well now, this seems to be our suitor’s turn to step forward, isn’t it?”

“I understand there is another candidate besides Mr. Yoshikawa.” “In truth, there have been five since this summer.” “My, my, how prosperous you must be! After all, such a lovely young lady naturally attracts society’s attention.” “However, we have declined two, so at present it is Mr. Yoshikawa, Mr. Seto, and another—that person’s brother-in-law’s colleague.” “Might I humbly request that you add Mr. Adachi’s name to that list as well? As for his character, my husband and I will humbly vouch for him.”

“That would be perfectly acceptable—if it’s Mr Adachi.” “As he’s the third son, he fits perfectly into your condition of neither giving nor receiving.” “His family home is in Hokkaido, I understand?”

Mrs. Hashimoto had learned this through Mitsuru. Mr. Adachi had once brought back Ainu-made bows and arrows as souvenirs for Mitsuru when returning home during summer vacation. Mrs. Ōtani emphatically presented Adachi's family as the most prosperous farming household in their village. The purity of their lineage needed no explanation. This extended to his eldest brother's wife being the daughter of a former diet candidate and his second brother having married the niece of a Hokkaido University professor. Though Tokyo-born herself, Mrs. Ōtani had once accompanied her husband on a homecoming visit to Mr. Adachi's family residence.

“It is a large house. Since his immediate elder brother has already established a branch family and manages it admirably, Mr. Adachi too can secure a stable livelihood. Regarding those matters, my husband will eventually make inquiries with your family and report the confirmed details.” “If the gentleman himself proves reliable, we require nothing grand, but as young people these days generally receive meager salaries, we would not wish to condemn them to such wretched poverty from the outset.”

“Mr. Adachi has calculated approximately fifteen thousand yen based on his brother’s share, but I’m prodding them to construct a house in addition to that.” “How fortunate to have such an able tactician in your corner.” “Oh my. Oh ho ho ho.” “As he’s been with you so long, you must think of him almost as a younger brother.” “Ah. I shall exert every effort. And he truly is such an amiable soul.”

"I shall consult with my husband and humbly reply, but as he has his own methods, I kindly ask that you keep that in mind without taking offense." "I humbly request your kind consideration."

“Since my two elder daughters also decided their matches after undergoing over half a year of courtship with the candidates, this matter will naturally follow the same procedure.” “That would be perfectly acceptable.”

“As you know, my husband has long managed subordinates,” she said, “so he maintains one can generally understand a person upon meeting them. Thus he will interview the candidates directly. In fact, Mr. Seto underwent this examination merely four or five days ago.” “Will your husband be administering these tests himself?” “Ah yes. We conduct something of mental tests.” “Oh my.” “He can be quite particular, you see. Even candidates I find satisfactory may fail over trifling matters. It seems Tomoko’s son-in-law’s colleague made some manner of blunder.”

“Is he one of the three?” “Ah.” “Thank you very much. This will ease the competition.” “It truly is like an entrance examination.”

Mrs. Hashimoto burst into laughter. "What sort of blunder occurred, if I may ask?" "As it concerned such a trivial matter, even our son-in-law has formally protested." "During their meeting, an earthquake struck." "It happened approximately two weeks ago." "There was one indeed." "A rather substantial tremor." "This person immediately rose when the shaking commenced and made such an apprehensive expression that His Excellency pronounced him utterly unsuitable." "Oh my."

"My husband has spent his entire life aboard warships, so he remains unfazed by shaking," Mrs. Hashimoto explained. "Though both my son-in-law and I humbly requested he consider those circumstances, His Excellency just kept shaking his head, repeating 'That won't do,' and refused to accept our appeal." "It's rather difficult, isn't it?" Mrs. Ōtani ventured. "Had there been no earthquake, that candidate would have certainly passed," came the rueful reply. "But once His Excellency forms an opinion, not even a lever could move him - such is his nature, so nothing can be done."

“Did Mr. Seto pass?” “Ah, he is quite the talented individual, they say.” “His Excellency praised him.” “And how did Mr. Yoshikawa fare?” "He states that he will request an audience within two or three days." “So it’s the one who passes that mental test who can request courtship, I presume?” “Ah.” “Mr. Yoshikawa and Mr. Seto are both quite efficient, but I’m afraid Mr. Adachi worries me.” “What sort of examination might it be?”

"That cannot be known beforehand. The moment itself becomes the test," Mrs. Hashimoto explained. "The doctor we recently declined also made what seems in retrospect such a trivial blunder. There happened to be a painting in the tokonoma depicting ducks crammed into a basket - that gentleman complimented it." "Is it improper to offer praise?" "Not at all. While my husband cannot judge artistic merit, having just received it from an artist relative, he recalled the box inscription and announced: 'This illustrates wild ducks packed in a blue basket.'"

“When you speak of 'basket-packed ducks,' do you mean those used for year-end gifts?” “Ah. We had that painting specially made. That doctor managed to say 'wild ducks' but then faltered. His Excellency repeated, 'A depiction of wild ducks packed in a blue basket.' Even I would struggle to articulate this unless thoroughly composed.” “Gan...kamo ao...kamo...” “Wouldn’t you agree yourself, Mrs. Ōtani?” “Goodness me!” Mrs. Ōtani appeared chastised for her vigorous attempt.

“That gentleman simply couldn’t pronounce it properly, you see.” “Thus they determined that man was somewhat deficient due to his inability to articulate clearly.”

“Oh dear, poor thing.” "In short, my husband is nothing but an obstinate mule." “I wouldn’t go that far, but...” “Not at all—they say His Excellency was newly promoted to ōzeki in the Navy’s official pigheadedness rankings.” "So there are grand champions above that?" "I came to appreciate just how expansive this world truly is." Mrs. Hashimoto found herself thoroughly exasperated by His Excellency.

That evening, Mr. Adachi returned straight from the company and immediately asked eagerly: “Mrs. Ōtani, how did it go?” “I submitted the application,” she replied, “but there’s a mental test involved.” “Ah…” “And if you don’t pass that,” she continued, “you can’t request courtship.” “Who administers it?” “His Excellency.” “This is unexpected.” “He seems an exceedingly difficult man.” “Mitsuru-kun told me,” Adachi said. “‘He’s the newly promoted ōzeki in the stubbornness rankings.’”

“I knew you’d know about that!” “I’ve done some research.” “The very embodiment of solemnity, isn’t he?” “With someone like that as your examiner, are you confident you’ll pass?” “Well...” “Right, right—I’ve prepared a practice question.” “Try reading this.” Mrs. Ōtani thrust toward him a kitchen memo on which she had written “Wild Ducks Packed in a Blue Basket Illustration” complete with phonetic kana. “Gankamo aokagozume no zu.” “Once more.” “Gankamo aokagozume no zu. What’s this about?”

Mr. Adachi recited it without faltering. “Impressive, isn’t it? Ga...nkamo amo...gagu...” “It’s ‘Aokagozume’.” “Oh dear, I must be voicing the consonants when I say it.” “That’s right. Voicing them is incorrect.” “When you think about it, His Excellency is quite the trickster! He deliberately tripped people up with misleading questions! What a meddler I am!” Mrs. Ōtani exclaimed in vexation.

His Excellency’s Mental Test

On Sunday morning, Mr. Adachi became the target of an ambush by Murakami and the insurance doctor. He had made a promise and completely forgotten about it. He was compelled to undergo the medical examination. His health condition proved flawless, earning him praise from the physician. “Companies actually encourage this sort of thing. Shall we make it three thousand yen?” Murakami attempted to entice him under the pretense of joking. “No can do.” “Then two thousand.” “As agreed—one thousand yen.” “Fine, have it your way. I’ll yield. I’ll come back in a couple of days—have the payment ready then.”

“Kindly make it after the 25th.” “Alright, alright. Depending on your circumstances, even a Jewish-style payment would be acceptable.”

"What do you mean by 'Jewish-style'?" “It’s a six-month payment—a year-long plan gives better value, but you might die within six months.” “Because Jews think that far ahead, we’ll make it a six-month payment.” "I'll go with the Jewish style too." “You don’t have to worry about dying, but it’s easier that way.” “Hmm. Make it a six-month payment, and kindly come after the 25th.”

And Mr. Adachi was waiting for payday.

“Alright, alright. There’s also what’s called the Dutch-style payment, but do you know about it?”

“I don’t know.” “It means splitting the bill. It has nothing to do with insurance.” “Hmm.” “What about the Scottish-style payment?” “I don’t know.” “This is the stingy type where you hardly pay anything at all. The Irish-style payment is…” “So there are all sorts of payment styles?” “This one’s even nastier. It’s when you pick a fight and stomp out on the bill.” “I’m almost tempted to go with that Irish-style payment myself. Since most of my first monthly salary will vanish.” “There, there, just bear with it.”

“It can’t be helped.” “I just thought of something related to monthly salaries—do you know about the 'salaryman payment'?” “That’s the monthly installment plan, I suppose.” “Bingo! What else could there be? Doorstep rejections. This is our daily bread as insurance agents. Nuisance disposal. We’re gradually getting into worse territory.” “Mr. Murakami, there are others waiting behind us, so we’ll take our leave now.”

the Insurance Doctor cautioned. “Let’s be on our way.” “Are you going to Mr. Yoshikawa’s place?” asked Mr. Adachi. “Yeah.”

“How much?” “They say two thousand yen, but I’ll have them make it five thousand.” “He wouldn’t bat an eye at five thousand or six thousand yen. Unlike me, he gets support from home.”

“But you need to keep at it. I went back again after that, but...” “How about I let you in on a strategy?” “I’ll leave it to you.” “Can you lie?” “I consider myself quite the expert at lying.” Murakami appeared thoroughly confident. However, Adachi couldn’t respond quickly enough. After pondering for a moment,

“When you get there, say it right away: ‘Adachi is a terrible guy. He called yesterday to back out. Since I’ve already got everything arranged and wasn’t taking no for an answer, when I stopped by just now, the bastard had the nerve to pretend he wasn’t home!’ Don’t let them think they met me.” “Alright, alright. And then?”

“Then after waiting a bit, say as if you just remembered, ‘You know, the Hashimoto Naonobu residence is right there.’” Then he’d undoubtedly ask, “You know about it?” “I don’t know him personally, but that’s His Excellency from the Navy, right?” “Hmm. You do know about him?” “I don’t know His Excellency himself, but his younger brother is an executive at my company. The truth is, I was let into the company through that connection. Because he’s the boss, I’m always coming and going there.” “Then deliver it with ‘He’s quite a character, I tell ya!’”

“And then?” “That should do the trick.” “You’d best not say much more after that.” “How’s that supposed to work?” “Well.” “Since Yoshikawa has been a neighbor for years, our households have maintained relations.” “Because of that, Yoshikawa respects His Excellency.” “The truth is, he wants to ask His Excellency to act as matchmaker so he can marry a certain Excellency’s daughter.” “Therefore, he needs to ingratiate himself with His Excellency at this juncture.” “That being the case, if he thinks His Excellency has connections to the company, he’ll surely splurge.”

Mr. Adachi was thoroughly flustered but somehow managed to patch together a plausible explanation that satisfied his listener. This was revenge for the other day's humiliation. "Thank you," said Murakami. "That's quite the scheme you've devised." "Even if it fails, we lose nothing," Adachi replied. "Give it a try." "If that's the plan, I'll refine it and execute it properly," Murakami countered. "Don't worry - I'll keep you out of trouble." He turned to their companion. "Since they won't trust just my word, we'll need this doctor's cooperation. Doctor?" "I must respectfully decline." "Just follow my lead."

“My duty begins and ends with examinations,” said the doctor. “Let us make haste.” He urged them onward. In the afternoon, Adachi called on Yoshikawa. While curious about whether Murakami had succeeded in his scheme, he mainly wanted to investigate if Yoshikawa had undergone His Excellency Hashimoto’s mental test that morning. “Murakami came by earlier dragging some doctor along,” Yoshikawa said. He launched straight into discussing insurance matters.

“Hmm.” “I hear you pretended to be out. “You’re terrible.” “Was he angry?” “Not exactly. “He’s looking down on you.” “Were you looked down on too?” “I was prepared from the start. “After all, I was going to sign up anyway. “I covered your share too. “I told them not to target you anymore.” “Impressive.” “That’s all right. “That thing the other day was just a joke.” “How much did you end up paying?”

“Five thousand yen.”

“Hmm.”

Adachi felt a pang of sympathy. Even though the other man claimed their previous exchange had been in jest, it seemed Adachi's own joke had somehow become reality. Then Yoshikawa shifted to the previous night's topic and launched into an attack on Seto. Whether he had met His Excellency or not, he never touched upon his own issue. Adachi had intended to infer that if Yoshikawa acted arrogantly, he had passed, and if he looked dejected, he had failed, but since he couldn't tell either way,

“How about it? And yours?” he had no choice but to ask directly. “Still unchanged.” “Don’t they determine qualifications through interviews?” “You’re quite informed.” “It takes a snake to know a snake’s path.” “I’ve been waiting eagerly since hearing about the mental test, but...” “You must’ve already finished it through some scheme, haven’t you?”

“Well, I haven’t heard a thing. “Actually, I was counting on taking care of it this morning, but that damn insurance agent I’d completely forgotten about showed up.” “The world’s just not set up right.” Yoshikawa didn’t seem to be lying. “This time, we’ve got to push through with this approach no matter what.” “Which approach?” “This one.” Adachi demonstrated by wetting his eyebrows with saliva. “I’ll be fine.” “No.” “There’s a bit of trouble on my end. “Both my father and mother were all fired up when we submitted the application, but the other side’s acting strangely high-handed—it’s put them in a rotten mood. “They keep saying this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.”

“Do you know this has become a competition with me?” “As for Seto’s part, Mrs. Maruo brought it up.” “If that’s how things stand, she says it’s something to consider.” “I see.” “I might just withdraw.” “Hmm.” “Women are as countless as the sands on the shore.” “There it comes.” “This is it, this is it!” “Ha ha ha!” “But if you want to withdraw, there’s absolutely no need to hold back.” “You won’t know unless you meet and speak with His Excellency.” “I don’t think His Excellency is merely putting on airs.” “If there are many candidates, it’s only natural to conduct character examinations before permitting courtship.” “I’d rather recognize it as a prudent approach.”

“See here!” “You’re already defending His Excellency!” “You ungrateful son!”

“After all, it’s only human nature to side with one’s bride rather than one’s parents.” “To have such notions before you’ve even received her—I fear for how this will end.” “By the way, how about you? You’ve submitted your application already, of course?” “Well, my family back home opposed it. There’s a candidate on my family’s side. That’s why they’re telling me to put it on hold.” “By all means, be filial then. Don’t hold back on my account.” “If you don’t obey orders, you won’t get the horses.” “What horses?” “Horses. Horses are my family’s main asset. When I learned in monetary studies that the Latin word for ‘money’ comes from ‘livestock,’ it was I who clapped my hands in admiration.”

“You’re boasting about such trivial things.” “That’s why Mr. Ōtani says it’s better to give up.”

“That won’t do. You’re using that ‘that’s why’ preface again.”

Yoshikawa was suppressing his habitual mannerism. Adachi cannot tell lies. When he tells a lie, he always prefaces it with "that's why." “Ha ha ha!” “This is something we’ll both pursue to the bitter end anyway.” “Well. Actually, I applied.” “Actually, I applied.” “Look. You can’t even lie properly.” “If you keep sizing me up like that, you’ll get a surprise later—soon enough, my lack of good faith will become clear.” “You’re contradicting yourself. Wouldn’t that actually demonstrate sincerity?”

“Ha ha ha!” “Though I may be clumsy, I’m sincere. That’s your redeeming quality.” “You always find such peculiar ways to compliment me.” “When it comes down to it, I find you more formidable than Seto.” “Oh, stop that.” “It’s true. Setting aside academic prowess and social savvy, as a person you’re the most fully realized.” “There you go again!” Adachi once more pantomimed moistening his eyebrows with spit. “By the way, what exactly constitutes His Excellency’s mental test?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s supposed to scare the daylights out of you, they say. After all, he’s ex-military—his methods are bound to be brutal.” “They say you mustn’t even budge if an earthquake starts shaking.”

“Hmm.” “It seems demonstrating calm courage would suffice.” “Please explain the specifics of the guidelines to me. You must have heard all about it from Mrs. Ōtani.”

“It’s only about the earthquake.”

“I heard that from Mrs. Maruo too.” “Another one’s ‘Wild ducks packed in a blue basket’!”

“What?” “Wild ducks packed in a blue basket illustration.” “Try saying it all in one breath.” “Gankamoao...” “Wait.” “Explain it properly.” Yoshikawa removed his helmet. After Adachi elaborated, “They test your articulation.” “They’ll judge if you’re a drinker by how you slur.” he offered this plausible interpretation. “And then?” “That’s all I know.” “Now tell me what Mrs. Maruo told you.” “Not a chance.”

“Why?” “It’s a loss for me. Because I’m thinking it’d be just fine if I pass and you fail.” “You’re ruthless!” “Ha ha ha!” Yoshikawa deliberately played the villain. “Talk.”

“The truth is, I don’t have any information.” “But Mrs. Maruo must be giving some advice as your matchmaker.” “Well—that you mustn’t panic even if there’s an earthquake shaking, and that you absolutely have to laugh whenever His Excellency cracks a joke.” “His Excellency tells jokes? That His Excellency...?”

“Hmm. But apparently they're jokes you can't understand unless you're exceptionally sharp. That's why if you don't get them immediately, he'll decide you're stupid on the spot. I hear he used to say this was the most effective method for mental tests with his subordinates during his active service days. So while they might not work as actual jokes, they’re likely designed to be difficult exam questions instead.” “Hmm.” “They don't surface right away. He'll latch onto something mentioned about an hour prior, which leaves me scrambling. Then he just stamps you as dim-witted.”

“I can’t compete with that.” “Since these are jokes he thinks up over an hour, they instructed me to always set my sights an hour ahead when engaging with him.”

“I see.” “So I came up with an idea. If I wrap things up in under an hour, there won’t be any time for his jokes to come out.”

“I see. This is clever.” “However, if I botch the pretext, he’ll think I’m making excuses. The man’s dead set on cracking jokes. You need to handle that part tactfully.” “Why on earth does he want to tell so many jokes?” “You see, he’s a military man. Because he’s military, he doesn’t want to be seen as uncouth. He realizes his mind is rigid, so he wants to appear otherwise. Humans tend to want to do things that go against their nature, you see.”

“What if we tried telling a joke ourselves?” “Do you really think you can pull that off?” “What’s that?” “No—that would be disrespectful. Because that would mean testing the examiner.” “I see.” “Especially since you’ve only just begun to understand recently, it’s better not to act recklessly on your own. If you think you can walk alone now, that’s a huge mistake.” “You’re getting cocky.” “Ha ha ha!” “Even misfortune fades in three years.”

“What's that?” “Because I’m constantly subjected to your terrible puns, I can apply them in situations like this.” “That’s significant progress compared to the past.” “…………” “In the past, you used to ask for explanations on every little thing, but these days you’ve come to understand what you can.” “Because I’m constantly subjected to your terrible puns.” “Mine aren’t terrible puns.” “If you’re going to tell jokes, there’s no need to act so surprised about it. How about that?” “Nice going.”

“…………”

“You can’t keep thinking like that.”

“That’s precisely why it works so well. I’m not so magnanimous that I can’t apply things when needed.” “You really are a stickler. Always adding prefaces.” “Always adding prefaces.” “…………” “That’s enough! Don’t overthink it. You don’t want to give yourself meningitis.” “I could list endless examples, but let’s take this one as our model for now.” “There’s no end to them.” “Do you get it?” “A bit more sophisticated, don’t you think?” Adachi-kun was feeling rather pleased with himself. “That’s enough.” “And then what?”

“What about?” “The etiquette for meetings.” “There’s nothing left. Since Seto passed, I don’t think there’s anything too serious to worry about.”

"But I can't help worrying." "Why?" "After all, I failed three times when job hunting." "Ability aside, I've just never had good luck with exams." "That's certainly true." "Because you're honest, you can't play tricks." "But that's precisely your strong point." "It might be a good trait, but if no one notices it, what good does it do?" "That's precisely why I feel reassured."

“What?” “Nonsense.” “Heh heh.” “How about we go see Seto now?” “To gather intel on meeting etiquette.” “Well.” “Who knows if he’ll talk?”

“In any case, given what happened the other day, I think it’s better for me to secure more understanding beforehand.” “That’s already been settled as it is.” “We’re in the right here.”

"But I need to be thorough." “Since they’ve already made their move, there’s no telling what underhanded schemes they might cook up to settle a grudge.” “And if rumors spread about those two always fighting over her at cafés, we’ll look like fools.” “That makes sense.” “Justice is justice, but until we’re on equal footing, we’ll need to butter them up a bit.”

“Let’s go. But is he even there, I wonder?” “If he’s not there, I’ll go anywhere with you.” “Alright.” Yoshikawa immediately agreed.

Yoshikawa-kun immediately agreed.

Ungentlemanly Agreement

As it was a busy Sunday when people typically went out, there had been a chance he might be away, but Mr. Seto happened to be at home. “I knew you two would come together today to apologize—I’ve been waiting since noon,” he said. “You both overslept this morning.” “Then the insurance agent came and ruined everything.” “How about that?” “Clear as if held in your palm, right?”

Seto pointed to the two zabuton cushions already laid out, as if showcasing his foresight. However, he might have placed these after hearing the visitors at the entrance.

“That’s mostly accurate.”

“So you’re three thousand yen and Adachi-kun one thousand?” “That’s rich,” Yoshikawa-kun sneered inwardly. “I must apologize for my rudeness the other day.”

Adachi immediately brought up the problem.

"Did it take until you sobered up to realize?" “Well...” “Ah, well, it’s fine. Let’s let bygones be bygones. Since you’ve both come here together after all.” “By the way, have you taken His Excellency’s mental test?” “I took it.” “Please tell me the general outline. Since we’ll be taking it ourselves, we want to use it as reference.” “You’ve got some nerve asking that! Competition is competition, right?” “But friendship is friendship.” "In other words, our interactions as friends should remain entirely those of friends, and our relationship as competitors should remain entirely that of competitors. You can’t come to your rival to discuss competitive scheming, you know.”

Seto-kun coldly dismissed them. “I guess there’s no help for it?” “If it’s come to this, I’m serious too. I don’t have the magnanimity to send salt to my enemies.” “Alright. Then I won’t ask.” “The competition already starts with the mental test. There’s a big difference between taking it unprepared versus knowing the procedure beforehand.” “But isn’t it permissible to at least ask about the results?”

Yoshikawa-kun interjected. “Yes. My result was a pass.” “Has the courtship already begun?” “His Excellency is fair. I don’t know how many candidates he plans to gather, but he said he’ll notify us once they’re all assembled.” “Do they let you know on the spot if you passed?” “Yes.” “Are the meetings on Sundays, I wonder?” “Mine was last Sunday.” “Then what about mine?” “Not today. The madam said they’re inviting relatives because it’s someone’s birthday.”

“Was the madam there too? During the mental test?” “Yes.” “She was listening with a grin.” “So they really do ask bizarre questions, huh?” “That’s not all there is to it.” Seto maintained a strict distinction. “Excuse me.” “During my test, His Excellency’s younger brother happened to come by and watched for a short while, but when he burst out laughing, His Excellency scolded him.”

"Since they call it observation, you can imagine what that entails." "That's your prerogative to deduce." "What did His Excellency's younger brother say?" "I'm not falling for that trick. You were always the master at tripping up teachers with random questions during exams." "You've got me there." "I'll handle this myself. Don't drag out those school-era habits." "Isn't His Excellency's younger brother an insurance company executive?" "No, he remains in the Navy."

“There’s an executive’s younger brother, right?” “All three brothers are in the Navy. The one after His Excellency is also His Excellency, and below that is a colonel. My matchmaker is a close friend of this colonel, so he knows the Hashimoto family inside out. Naturally, that colonel was present. Since I’d thoroughly absorbed His Excellency’s temperament from what the matchmaker told me, the test went well.” “Then is the insurance company executive the madam’s brother?” “The madam has one brother in the Navy and another who’s a doctor. A third went off to America and is doing who-knows-what there. I combed through every connection to find a suitable matchmaker.”

“That doesn’t quite add up.”

“Ha ha ha!”

Adachi burst out laughing.

“What is it?” Yoshikawa turned around. “Didn’t I tell that lie skillfully?”

“Hmm?” “You’re being dense.” “Did this guy actually manage it?” “Just a little something like that.”

“Hmm.” “I pulled a fast one there.” Adachi made them realize. He had certainly intended to confess later, but he hadn’t expected the opportunity to arise this soon. He was fortunate that the application amount could still be corrected. Seto-kun also heard the whole story and burst out laughing. Next, the gentleman’s agreement proposed by Yoshikawa-kun was rejected by Seto. Because of this, a debate arose between Yoshikawa-kun and Seto-kun.

“I’m not holding anyone responsible. I’m suggesting we compete in a gentlemanly manner—fair and square.” “I agree in principle, but I won’t accept any pointless pact about mutual recommendations. That would negate the competition.” “Not recommendations—just avoiding slander. Wouldn’t that be the decent approach?” “On the contrary, I plan to challenge you both properly—with complete integrity.” “You’d actually resort to mudslinging?” “It’s not slander if it’s factual. Take Yoshikawa—if asked about his drinking habits, he never conceals the truth. I’ll weaponize every flaw.”

“And what about good points?” “Is there? Any good points?” “…………” “Take a good hard look at yourselves.” “You, isn’t that rather an impudent thing to say?” “If you think we all have good points, that’s a huge mistake. You probably only have some knowledge from that movie you saw the other day lingering in the corners of your minds?” “Tosa dog!”

“Don’t lose your composure,” said Seto sharply. “I said it’s mutual.” “You idiot!” snapped Yoshikawa. “You—you—” Seto began. Adachi-kun grabbed hold of Yoshikawa’s arm. “This Tosa dog won’t lose,” declared Seto defiantly. “I’ll fight fair and square to the very end.” Seto-kun glared back at Yoshikawa until their faces nearly touched. “This is getting out of hand,” muttered Adachi. Adachi-kun found himself at a loss when their housewife hostess entered with fresh tea and stared intently at their tense tableau before withdrawing silently. The three young men sat frozen in acute discomfort.

“Seto.”

“What do you want?” “I’m withdrawing the agreement.” Yoshikawa regained some composure. “Then do so, if you please.” “Let’s agree instead to stop at nothing.” “I’ll use poison gas.”

“Fine by me—feints and truths it is.”

“Save your grand declarations for after you’ve won.” “I’ll commence operations immediately—don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “Let me make my position perfectly clear upfront.”

“It’s a test of friendship. If our friendship endures through this, then we’d truly be Guan Zhong and Bao Shu, Daemon and Pythias.” “Here he goes again.” “Adachi-kun, that’s fine with you too, right?” “Hmm.” “You need to be more wary of Yoshikawa than me.” “Is that your move already?” “That may be true. In any case, don’t be surprised.” “It’s fine.” Adachi-kun also got fired up, and an agreement that was completely contrary to expectations was established. The following evening, Yoshikawa-kun was summoned to His Excellency’s house and succeeded in having his interview. However, he did not inform Adachi-kun. It was only when Adachi-kun was contacted by the Hashimoto household on Saturday evening to confirm his availability for Sunday morning that he realized Yoshikawa-kun had already completed his. Lately, new incidents had been unfailingly occurring every Sunday. Adachi-kun composed himself and appeared at the Hashimoto residence. As soon as he was shown into the parlor, he recalled his resolve to remain standing even if an earthquake struck. When he began waiting and suddenly noticed, there were paper and a pencil placed on the table. It was a mimeographed form. Items were listed, with the lower part left blank.

Applicant's name; date of birth; place of birth; permanent domicile; current address; parents and their occupations; parents' siblings and their occupations; siblings and their occupations; graduated schools; military service record; awards and penalties; occupation; income; hobbies; alcohol consumption; health condition and medical history; list five close friends. List five former teachers. Projected social status in ten years; Projected social status in twenty years; Reason for application; Nature of acquaintance with hypothetical spouse; Impressions regarding hypothetical spouse; et cetera. Because there were many items, it spanned three pages.

Adachi-kun stared at the form and became lost in thought. When he sensed someone's presence at the window and turned around, Mitsuru poked his head out.

“Adachi, you need to fill this out. Fill it out!” With that, Mitsuru-kun made a writing gesture and scampered off. Adachi-kun realized. Realizing that being this slow-witted wouldn’t do, he panicked slightly and immediately began filling it out. The initial sections were mechanical, but starting from the ten-year projection, it turned into something requiring the finesse of a written examination. The hypothetical spouse was, of course, Kako. He took particular care in detailing the nature of their acquaintance and his impressions regarding her. Just as he had finally finished writing and was reviewing it, His Excellency and his wife entered.

“Well,” “This is most considerate of you.”

His Excellency bowed with a salute. They had occasionally encountered each other outside, but this was their first time exchanging words. Adachi-kun offered a formal greeting. “Please have a seat.”

Mrs. Hashimoto put him at ease. His Excellency took the documents in hand and began reviewing them with bureaucratic efficiency. “What’s the standard measure for ‘Nami’ alcohol consumption in gō?” “It’s not ‘Nami.’ “None. "My handwriting is rather poor, you see…” “Ah-ha! “None at all? “Not knowing your capacity? That’s quite something!”

“Actually, I do not drink, sir.” “Ha ha ha!” His Excellency jested.

“To be honest, when friends urge me at gatherings, I do have a drink occasionally, but I’ve recently decided to stop altogether." "I never really liked it in the first place, sir." “A little should be permissible, no?” “But I’m not making any exceptions.” "You seem perfectly healthy—how did you come to be classified as Category B for conscription?" “My chest measurement was slightly below standard.” “Category B means you could still be drafted, correct?” “Yes, sir.” “Doesn’t that concern you?”

“I’m fine. Ha ha ha!” Adachi-kun hurriedly added his laughter. He'd known this was coming. “Do you only have three close friends?” “There are still others I’m fairly close with, but since they’re all of similar standing, I meant to add them later but ended up forgetting. I’ll add two more.” “No, this will suffice. Are you aware that among these three, Yoshikawa and Seto have submitted their applications?”

“Yes, sir.” “Is there no risk your future association might face jeopardy because of this?” “I have no such intention. Though during the competition, we’ll spare no means to outmaneuver one another.”

“Ah-ha!” “Just because they’re close friends doesn’t mean I’ll show any leniency. The one who gets tripped up is the fool—that’s our pact.” “How amusing. O-Tora, what say you?” His Excellency turned to look at Mrs. Hashimoto. “Precisely as I had feared, Your Excellency.”

"But if you're going through with this, you need that level of resolve," he said. "I want them to act like proper men." "If Your Excellency keeps egging them on like this, we'll have problems," Mrs. Hashimoto objected. "Didn't we learn enough from the Tomoko incident?" The Vice Admiral turned to Adachi. "Unlike that previous lot, these three are sworn friends who trust each other completely. They'd never resort to fisticuffs. Adachi." "Yes, sir." "To be frank, when arranging his sister's marriage last time, one suitor proposed settling things through a duel."

“Yes, sir...” “I put a stop to it and made a firm declaration at the same time. “The one who profited from the struggle between the snipe and clam—that’s our current son-in-law. “Fair competition is all well and good, but if I hear even a whisper of violence, it’s over.” “You needn’t worry about that in the slightest.”

“Just a precaution. To tell you the truth, I’m thoroughly satisfied. All three of them—each and every one—while listing each other as their foremost friends, are competing. This proves that all three men are demonstrating their character.”

“Yes, sir.” “You may proceed.”

His Excellency naturally acknowledged Adachi-kun’s position. In the subsequent conversation emerged His Excellency’s opinion on this matter. It held that having one’s daughter choose her own husband was the proper way. However, since one cannot reasonably expect her to search society at large, parents must carefully evaluate suitable candidates and make arrangements. The daughter would then interact with them and select her preferred choice from among them. “Therefore,” Mrs. Hashimoto added apologetically, “I must beg your pardon for our rather self-serving approach.”

Mrs. Hashimoto added.

“Not at all.” “Though this is rather abrupt, might we request your presence again next Sunday?” “I shall attend.” “I would like to have all three candidates gather together so that I may formally renew my request.” “You honor me.”

"I shall take my leave here, but as my husband will still have various matters to discuss with you, please do take your time." "However, I've already imposed on you for quite some time." "No, Adachi, we're only getting started." His Excellency stopped him. "Mr. Adachi, please exercise caution." "Huh?" "Ohohoho." With that, Mrs. Hashimoto bowed politely and vanished from sight.

The Day War Was Declared

The following Sunday morning required their attendance at nine o'clock sharp. The three competitors would meet face-to-face in the Hashimoto residence's parlor. Adachi-kun finished his preparations and glanced at his wristwatch. "Punctuality is a gentleman's virtue," he recited in English. "What's that now?" Mrs. Ōtani inquired. With Mr. Ōtani already departed for golf, his wife accompanied Adachi unrestrained as his tactical advisor. "They say punctuality is the virtue of English gentlemen. Since His Excellency served in the navy, he must follow British customs. When nine strikes, I'll ring the entrance bell."

“Splendid.” “There are still twenty-five minutes.”

“Today Miss Kako will surely be in attendance.” “Oh... When I think about that, my heart starts pounding wildly.” “That kind of weak-spiritedness won’t do.” “What can I say? Even when I meet her on the street, it’s just like that. When I spot her from afar and think, 'Ah, that's Miss Kako,' my chest goes haywire, pounding like a frantic drumbeat.”

“If that’s how you are now, things would get rather difficult after the wedding, wouldn’t they? If this were constant, your heart would give out, you know.” “When that time comes, I’ll take a strong tonic as my regular medicine.” “Well!” “Ha ha ha.” “There may be some partiality on my part, but you’re the most promising candidate—whether in appearance or demeanor.” “It’s because you’ve grown accustomed to seeing me all the time. In terms of appearance, I can’t hold a candle to Yoshikawa. The one with a composed demeanor is Seto.” “They are undoubtedly formidable opponents not to be underestimated, but the truth is, it’s you. Those two only appear more capable than they are because they’re so efficient.”

“It’s simply my nature to appear inferior.” “First of all, I’m not much of a talker.” “It’s not so terrible. You’re doing rather splendidly, aren’t you?”

“Hokkaido puts one at such a disadvantage, you know. “Though Seto-kun’s ancestral home is Tosa, being Tokyo-born gives him an air of effortless sophistication somehow. “No matter how I try, I can’t shake off this oppressive Tōhoku stodginess.” “But once people come to know someone like you—devoid of any superficiality whatsoever—you’ll undoubtedly take first place.” “Isn’t there some way to make them see it?” “That understanding will emerge naturally through your courtship. After all, even my own husband was precisely your sort when first we met.”

“It’s rather daunting.” “Oh my! How dreadful!” “I must apologize for my rudeness. I meant that I’m not the very picture of solemnity like your husband.” Adachi glossed over it.

The housemaid Okiyo came up somewhat hurriedly, "Madam, right now..." she faltered. "What is it?"

“Madam Maruo has just…” “What about Mrs. Maruo?” “She passed through.” “How silly of you.” Mrs. Ōtani scolded her but, recalling the previous incident, “Do you mean she went to the Hashimotos’?” “Yes,” “At this very moment, she has entered the Hashimoto gate with Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Oh my!” “They’ve beaten us to it!” Adachi sprang up and rushed to the stairs. Mrs. Ōtani followed him down.

“Wait!” “This is precisely why one must never lower their guard.” “Did either Mr. or Mrs. Hashimoto ever mention requiring matchmaker accompaniment?” “No, nothing of the sort.” “Mrs. Maruo means to stay three steps ahead of me at all costs, doesn’t she?” “I’m leaving now.” Adachi grasped his hat.

“Shall I accompany you?” “Perhaps.” “On reflection, since this is an official visit today, having a matchmaker accompany you might indeed be proper protocol.” “…………” “I’ll escort you to the entrance, present myself to either the master or mistress, and say, ‘I humbly entrust the rest to your kind consideration.’” “I shall take my leave now.” “Oh dear, oh dear.”

Though Mrs. Ōtani wanted to be thorough, there wasn’t enough time now for makeup preparation. When going out, she made it a principle to appear at least ten years younger. All the more so when facing Mrs. Maruo. The Hashimotos' residence stood just a stone's throw away. From a geographical standpoint, Adachi could most effectively assert his territorial advantage. By the number of shoes at the entranceway, Adachi realized not only Yoshikawa but Seto had already arrived. The sandals likely belonging to Mrs. Maruo substantiated Okiyo’s intelligence report. Even Hokkaido was striving these days – one needed sharp wits.

“Oh.” “You’re early.” “There’s always someone above you.” “You were first to arrive.” “My apologies for the other day.” “Still the same as ever?” Seto remained perfectly composed. “Are you alone?” “Alone?” “Didn’t you bring a matchmaker?” “Just me.” “I’ll leave the rest to your discretion.” “That’s what I call playing fair and square!” Adachi scored a point against Yoshikawa. “I have someone accompanying me.” Yoshikawa promptly reacted. “I know perfectly well.”

“Were you watching from the second floor?” “No—I’ve got a spy planted.” “This is impressive.” “I can grasp every single detail as clearly as if holding them in my hand.” Adachi boasted. “Unlike those fellows over there, our shy young master here gets embarrassed going solo.” “Do I really come off that way?” “Ha ha ha!” “Even though you’re twice as thick-skinned as anyone else,” “That’s exactly why I need to make myself seem less so.” “Mrs. Maruo’s handiwork is truly something else.” “You’ll see.” Yoshikawa wasn’t backing down either.

Seto, completely ignoring this conversation, took out a Western book from his pocket and began reading. He maintained an attitude of complete disregard toward the two of them. Yoshikawa dazzled Adachi. “He’s keeping at it. Quite diligently.” “Appropriately.” “Hmm. Scholars are a different breed.” “He probably wants His Excellency to see him making the most of every moment.” “But I must say it’s admirable that he hasn’t forgotten his book at a time like this.” “That’s precisely why it’s the thick-skinned variety.” “It’s a thousand-ply thing—doesn’t even flinch.” “What was that?”

Seto glared back. “I was just saying it’s a thick book.” “It’s a pocket edition. Not as thick as your nerve.” “That’s harsh.” “I’ll have you know—don’t forget that ungentlemanly agreement we made the other day.” “Need I say more?” “You too, Adachi.” “I’ll outmaneuver you all!” Adachi puffed out his chest. The trio’s competitive spirit had reached its peak. Before long, His Excellency and Mrs. Hashimoto appeared. Next, Mrs. Maruo entered, supporting Miss Kako. Miss Kako, indeed appearing unwell, had turned bright red and was looking down. Mrs. Maruo immediately went to Yoshikawa’s side and stood beside him. Indeed, it was structured as an escort arrangement. Yoshikawa, ever the tactician, chose that moment to step away from the two and move closer to Mrs. Maruo. His Excellency, after reintroducing Miss Kako,

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is entirely a matter of mutual trust.” “We place our trust in your character and ask that you freely interact with Kako.” “You will place your trust in us and demonstrate your sincerity.” “As for Kako, she will ultimately choose the person she deems most worthy of trust from among you all.” “We parents are not ones to resort to unconventional methods.” “As I stated earlier, this is simply the manifestation of parental affection wishing to bestow upon our daughter the most suitable husband.”

he began to expound in a stern tone.

“Please take your seats.” Mrs. Hashimoto, sensing the situation,

“If you don’t sit down too, this will turn into a lecture and that would be troublesome.” “There, there.” “Please, everyone.” “Kako’s two older sisters also chose their husbands through the same method." “For the eldest sister’s case, there were two candidates—both naval lieutenants.” “During the competition, one was promoted to lieutenant.” “Just like all of you, the two were close friends, so matters progressed swiftly.” “‘You dare disobey your superior’s order?’ ‘I obey.’ ‘Then withdraw your claim!’ ‘That’s impossible.’ ‘What’s impossible?!’……”

“Ha ha ha!” “And so, it was settled surprisingly easily.” “…………” “Military men are refreshingly straightforward. “The two who once battled for supremacy still maintain their sworn friendship to this day.” “I expect you all to remain like this as well.” His Excellency launched into a round-table discussion with the entire group. “Understood.” “For my next daughter’s case, two out of three candidates declared they would duel.” “Since they were strangers to each other, misunderstandings must have arisen.” “Just as they were about to head to Shiba Park for their duel, I intervened and stopped them.” “They were utterly preposterous individuals.” “Because of this, the two lost their eligibility.”

“Haaah…” “You may use any number of strategies you wish, but physical force is absolutely forbidden.” “You must behave as gentlemen through and through.” “Haaah…”

The violators of the gentlemen’s agreement chorused in unison.

“There’s an amusing real-life example involving one of my friends." "He now runs a private hospital, but back then, he was a military doctor." "Just as he was secretly aiming to marry a certain young lady, a formidable rival appeared." "That was the lieutenant who served on the same ship." “Since they were close acquaintances, it was the lieutenant who broached the subject.” "The lieutenant said he was troubled by his thin beard." “Back then, growing beards was still fashionable even in the navy.” "He consulted the military doctor about whether there might be a way to make it thicker." "The military doctor prepared some medicine and gave it to him." "As he applied it daily, the officer’s upper lip began to swell." “It’s said his face became like a fox’s, but such is the terror of vanity—he himself never noticed.” “In that state, he went to the arranged meeting and failed.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Then the military doctor made his move and pulled it off brilliantly.” “Ha ha ha!” “This is how you must execute things with finesse.” “But……” Seto began to object but faltered.

“What is it?” “Can administering dubious medicine truly be called gentlemanly behavior for a doctor?”

“He wasn’t a patient—he was an enemy.” “Even toward enemies, medicine remains a benevolent art.” “The benevolent art need only be fully exercised after the enemy’s been wounded. Not from the outset.”

“I see.” “When the enemy comes asking directions, those who tell them the truth aren’t merely honest—they’re either fools or traitors.” “Understood.” “If you don’t trap them, the match remains undecided." "Among my friends, there are truly many such stories." “Next—though the objective isn’t the young lady—when A and B share the same…”

“You.” Mrs. Hashimoto cut in. “What is it?” “It would be more appropriate not to share such stories with the younger generation.” “They were on the same ship, you see.”

“…………” “However, let’s omit this part. Ha ha ha!” “Ha ha ha!”

The trio's laughter wasn't merely polite accompaniment. They were quick to grasp such things. "Even when speaking of gentlemanliness, what matters is maintaining a gentlemanly attitude toward your enemy."

“I see.” “As long as you refrain from physical force, there’s no issue with any methods you employ.” “Victors become the righteous army.” “The objective will vindicate the means employed.”

His Excellency seemed to have discerned the trio's ungentlemanly agreement. Miss Kako kept her eyes downcast the entire time. Even if she did harbor feelings for the three of them, as a young woman she must have found the situation utterly vexing for the time being. As if she had been waiting for His Excellency to finish speaking, she whispered something to her mother. “Well then, we’ll take our leave here.”

Mrs. Hashimoto tactfully intervened. Miss Kako turned bright red again and bowed politely with a gentle smile. The trio stood up and returned the bow. They had no regard for either Mrs. Ōtani or Mrs. Maruo. They saw off Miss Kako’s retreating figure, and when they noticed, only His Excellency remained. “This concludes our formal meeting. I’ll leave the rest in your capable hands.” “How should we go about formally requesting to begin our courtship?”

Seto asked. "You are entirely free to decide." "When would it be acceptable for us to call upon you?"

“Hmm.” “However, with three of us competing, there’s a risk our schedules might clash.”

“That presents no issue whatsoever. If anything, it should make things more spirited—perfectly acceptable.” “No—this concerns coordinating between us three.” “After all, we’d rather not look at each other’s faces for now.” “Ha ha ha!”

“If we might trouble Your Excellency to designate specific days—determining who visits on which weekday—how would that suit?” “Those arrangements too are entirely at your discretion. Why not reach a mutual accord?”

“I think that approach would be more proper. Yoshikawa, what do you say?” “I’m against it.”

Yoshikawa shook his head.

“Why?” “Such a rigid system isn’t any fun—I’ve had enough of timetables back in school.” “This isn’t about fun—it’s a matter of practicality.”

“I don’t want to accommodate the enemy’s convenience.” “But Yoshikawa, the enemy’s convenience is your own convenience at the same time—it’s equal opportunity, you know.”

Adachi laid out the logic. "Rather, the true measure lies in mutual inconvenience."

“That’s just sabotage.” “No—that would contradict His Excellency’s intentions as well.”

“Why?” “Now that we’ve lit the fuse, setting fixed dates to fight would make this a rigged game. Outmaneuvering each other is the code we live by.” “Ha ha ha!”

His Excellency, given his position, couldn’t take sides with either party.

“Whether you can reach an agreement or not—please discuss this among yourselves. I shall excuse myself for a moment.” With that, His Excellency left the room.

Yoshikawa persisted obstinately. He opposed with the fervor of one determined to determine the entire outcome through this single matter.

“Even if you say that, hasn’t war already been declared?” “It’s too late for that now.” “Then do you have some sort of plan?” “Of course I do.” “I’ll sink a ship the moment war is declared!” “You’ve been thoroughly indoctrinated by the navy, haven’t you?” Seto remarked sarcastically. “Me? "The one being sunk—” Adachi pressed the point. “Right. I’ll dispose of the nearest one first.” “That’s bold.” “Just you wait and see!”

Yoshikawa was already gloating triumphantly. “By the way, Adachi, what’s going to happen now?” Seto had already stopped acknowledging Yoshikawa.

“Well.” “This is already proving inconvenient. Are you waiting around like this?” “If the shameless ones win, there’s nothing to be done. I’ll keep at it like this.” “But what an unimaginative plan. All three of us waiting together like this—” “I’ll feel uneasy if someone doesn’t come out.”

Adachi also began to feel the unnaturalness of his position. “So we’ll have to get her to fix dates after all, huh? If there are three of us here, even Kako-san would find it awkward to come out.”

“Hmm. Let’s have Kako-san decide.” “That would be best. I’m cutting off negotiations with those who don’t get it.”

Just then, Yoshikawa was gazing intently at his wristwatch,

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue in irritation. “You’re in trouble too, aren’t you? Your position here is wrong.” “No, I’d like to have a battle of endurance too, but unfortunately I have an appointment this morning.” “With who?” “Just someone unimportant.” “Look at you putting on airs!”

Adachi felt somewhat vindicated.

“I’ll take my leave.” “It’s already time.” With that, Yoshikawa hurriedly stood up and left. Adachi and Seto continued waiting in the reception room as they were. However, Miss Kako did not appear. Seto briefly stepped out into the hallway, “His Excellency?” he tried asking the housemaid. He couldn’t bring himself to ask about the young lady either. His Excellency was said to be with a visitor. It was already nearing noon. “This is all Yoshikawa’s doing—he’s beaten us to the punch.” “Why?”

“Today was just the introduction ceremony.” “I see.” “Let’s go.” “We’ve been made fools of.” With that, the two promptly exited. Mrs. Ōtani came to see them off at the entrance. The excuse given was that the master was with a visitor and they had been discourteous. Adachi parted with Seto at the gate. Unlike usual, he lacked even the courage to invite.

Immediate Action

“Mr. Adachi. Miss Kako passed through here earlier in Mrs. Maruo’s company.”

Mrs. Ōtani greeted him as if she had been waiting and immediately reported. She had become so overly vigilant that she was practically usurping the housemaid’s role.

"Right..."

“And then, not long after, Mr. Yoshikawa returned home.” “Right...” “Could it be that Miss Kako went up to Mrs. Maruo’s place, and then Mr. Yoshikawa arrived afterward?” “That is indeed the case.”

“Did you already realize that?” “No—it only just occurred to me now that you mention it.” “As expected, Yoshikawa’s really something.” “You can’t just sit there being impressed!” “We’ve been completely outmaneuvered.”

With a sigh, Adachi recounted everything truthfully. "I've been utterly humiliated by Mrs. Maruo." "That's more or less how it is." "You're not being very perceptive either, are you?" "Well..." "Shouldn't you have realized something from Mrs. Maruo's behavior?" "Since Yoshikawa said he was acting as an escort, I assumed that was his only role."

“This was all part of the planned action from the start!” “That’s right. Yoshikawa said he had a prior engagement with someone else and left.” “Even after being told all that, you still didn’t realize?” “Oh... I thought he must be an uncle or something, so I told him to go see how things would go. But in the end, I was the one who ended up being assessed.” “Hopeless.” “Though to be fair, even if I had noticed, there wouldn’t have been anything I could do.” “Better to be mocked than do nothing at all. They’re over there slapping their thighs and laughing at us!”

“How infuriating.” “I must admit I let my guard down. I should have accompanied you upstairs, but...” “But was this scheme Yoshikawa’s doing alone?” “No. This was Mrs. Maruo’s machinations! That woman runs a wholesale business in wicked schemes!” “Yoshikawa and I graduated from the same school—I never imagined such a gap existed.” “How can you remain so oblivious? What schools teach has nothing to do with real-world cunning.”

“Since we took a direct hit right from the outset, even if we haven’t been sunk completely, this will affect the balance of power.”

“Fine. I will definitely vanquish this enemy for you.”

Mrs. Ōtani was practically grinding her teeth. Adachi couldn't help feeling remorseful, convinced this was all due to his own ineptitude. Soon enough, the housemaid arrived with a report.

"Madam, Miss Hashimoto has just returned home." "Alright!"

Adachi ran up to the second floor, but it was already too late.

A street band passed by out front.

Meanwhile, Yoshikawa had left the Hashimoto residence a little over an hour earlier and immediately rushed to the Maruo household as if flying through the air. It was right next door to his own home. Lately, his comings and goings had grown especially frequent. “Mrs. Maruo, I’ve arrived.” “Please.” “Yes.” “This way.”

Mrs. Maruo guided him to the parlor. Miss Kako was there. Being the socialite she was, Mrs. Maruo had made several surprise visits to the Hashimoto residence to curry favor with both Mrs. Hashimoto and Miss Kako. “I must apologize for my earlier rudeness.” Yoshikawa formally placed his hands on his knees and inquired after Miss Kako’s well-being. “The apology should be mine.” “Did you come here directly after that?” “Yes.” “We descended upon you in such numbers and caused such commotion.” “Not at all.” “Retreat constitutes victory.”

"You’ve been taking your time since then, haven’t you?" Miss Kako seemed to have been waiting. "I simply couldn’t extricate myself from the situation, so I ended up being rude." “Was my father’s lecture particularly lengthy?” “Oh no, His Excellency’s lecture was only that brief.” “And everyone else?”

“They’re still waiting in the reception room.” “For me?” “Yes.” “My, how terribly unfortunate for them.” “They insisted we should all wait together.” “I found it rather comical.” “But doesn’t that strike you as somewhat underhanded?” “I merely applied His Excellency’s teachings.” “How very prompt of you.” “Ha ha ha!” “It’s positively exhilarating knowing they’re still there waiting.” Yoshikawa proclaimed victoriously. “Father and Mother will entertain them.”

“However, when I left, it appeared another guest had just arrived.” “Well then, I must be taking my leave now.” “No, that’s quite all right.” “But…” “It’s quite all right. It’s the same approach as waiting for a café waitress—I’ll endure however long it takes.” “…” “There’s no need for concern. I properly informed your mother and received her permission before coming.”

Mrs. Maruo endeavored to put Miss Kako at ease.

“Mr. Yoshikawa.”

“Yes.” “If I may inquire, when you speak of 'the approach to waiting for café waitresses,' whose approach would that be?” “Mr. Adachi and Mr. Seto’s approach.” “Did you say that? Those two?” “Those two?” “Well...” “Your imagination?” “Yes.” “Then would that be your approach?” Miss Kako pressed. Seeing this frankness between them, the interactions between the two had progressed beyond Adachi’s assumptions. Adachi considered it the highest honor to have once exchanged nods with someone at Mitsukoshi and received their acknowledgment—such naivety.

“I surrender—this is too much.” “As café waitresses in themselves, they may indeed be commendable, but—” “No, they aren’t commendable.” “However, since I have my own preferences, I would rather not be associated with café waitresses through some contrived connection.” “I must apologize for my impropriety.” “Just for your reference.” “Ohoho.” “Tsk tsk, Mr.Yoshikawa.”

And Mrs.Maruo chimed in. "I still lack credibility." "Oh, you're such a sheltered young master—can't help getting tripped up over petty things, can you?" "That is indeed the case." "No, you're certainly not a sheltered young master. "You're merely putting on such airs!"

And Miss Kako grew even more acerbic.

“I surrender.” “Doesn’t lying in wait on the street to approach people verge rather close to delinquent behavior?” “I don’t recall any such intentions.” “There were two or three instances of it.” “I shall exercise restraint henceforth. Though now that I may freely call at your residence, such methods have become unnecessary.” “How cunning of you—enlisting the lady’s help to outmaneuver everyone.” “That aspect carries His Excellency’s approval.” “Father will remain Father, and I shall remain myself.”

“It’s a lesser sin than hair tonics, right? But how exhilarating—to think they’re still waiting.” Yoshikawa was thoroughly satisfied regardless. “I truly am a fool.” Mrs.Maruo sighed. “Oh! Why?”

“Because you had me utterly fooled.” “Oh!” “Because you told me it was as though you had never spoken with Mr.Yoshikawa before, I truly believed that was the case.” “There’s nothing official about it, you see.” “It’s Mr.Yoshikawa who’s being underhanded.” “He’s been using Mitsuru as a pretext to bring up all sorts of matters, you see.” “Once when I went to a concert with Mitsuru, Mr.Yoshikawa was properly there, you see.” “You schemer.”

“Absolutely!” “Mr. Yoshikawa, I was completely taken in by you too.” “Ha ha!” Yoshikawa scratched his head, looking rather pleased with himself instead, “What exactly did I say before?”

“You said it was practically our first meeting.” “Ha ha ha!” “And yet after I had the honor of guiding Miss Kako here—just as I was wondering how to bridge a conversation between you two—there you went debating away without so much as acknowledging me!” “My apologies.”

“I was so appalled that at first, I simply remained silent and listened.” “Times have changed.”

“Oh my!” “Things aren’t the same as when you and your husband were young.” “If I’m to be deceived and then treated like an old woman, I simply cannot abide by this.” “Matchmakers are generally that sort of thing, I suppose.” Miss Kako was equally severe. “Oh dear—this truly adds insult to injury, doesn’t it?” “Oh ho ho!” “All jokes aside, I am relieved. Since it seems Mr.Yoshikawa’s mother will be able to save face after all.” “Why is that?”

“Given how things stand, the arrow of selection would naturally land on Mr.Yoshikawa.” “Not at all—I’m being cautious. I shall court the other two gentlemen with equal consideration and choose whichever has the fewest undesirable elements.” “I absolutely have no undesirable elements whatsoever,” Yoshikawa insisted. “The very fact you say that proves it’s a lie. There’s no such thing as a man without undesirable elements, I tell you. It’s purely a matter of degree.” “Then I’m the one possessing the smallest measure,” he countered.

“Not an owner, but a freighter, I should think.” “What do you mean?” “Because you’re hauling a mountain’s worth.” “This is dire. Mrs.Maruo—I must beg your testimony.”

“Even you, Mrs., are being so plainly deceived yourself—there’s scarcely anything substantial enough for you to offer any proof.”

“Oh dear—”

Mrs. Maruo was shocked. “Oh ho ho!” “Then whatever lies beneath must carry some form of certification, I presume.”

“Oh ho ho!” Miss Kako laughed mockingly.

Miss Kako collapsed in laughter. Because host and guest were in such high spirits, the conversation grew all the more lively. Though Yoshikawa hadn't sunk the enemy ship, he thought this was indeed a preemptive success. Closeness begets familiarity, and familiarity leads to understanding. Mrs.Maruo naturally took care not to let the marriage negotiations veer off course. "Since this concerns you personally, young lady, you must have various ideals in mind?" "Most certainly." "Would you be so kind as to share them—for reference purposes?"

“It would be quicker to examine through actual practice rather than theory, I suppose. After all, Father and Mother have thoroughly considered this courtship matter as well.” “Since I too have some experience in these matters, shall I attempt to discern your ideal match, young lady?” “Please. What could it possibly be in this day and age?” “How cruel of you to size me up like that!”

“You must be joking.” “First and foremost, it must be character, wouldn’t you say?” “Character comes third.” “Goodness gracious!”

“Since personality is merely an acquired trait, should I become your wife, I shall supervise and improve it for you.”

“Oh my—” “I don’t think it would do without at least that much confidence.” “Then someone like me would be a promising candidate, I suppose?” Then Mr. Yoshikawa interjected. “There’s absolutely no need for you to be disappointed.” “That’s most kind of you.” “Since that missed the mark, we’ll restore your reputation. “First would be scholarly talent?” “Or should I say academic aptitude?”

Mrs. Maruo continued. “Scholarly talent comes second. That too can be managed with enough study.” “What comes first?” “Presence.” “Oh dear—” “Since this can’t be improved through effort, I’d prefer to select someone good from the very beginning.”

“When I consider it properly, each point does indeed make perfect sense.” “Even if I say I prefer someone with good presence, I absolutely detest Don Juans. What I desire is a manly, clean-cut gentleman with handsome features.” “In that case, Mr. Yoshikawa here would be beyond reproach, wouldn’t he?” “Well... As for both scholarly talent and personality, he does meet each of those conditions.” “Did you praise him? Or did you criticize him?” Yoshikawa found himself in an awkward position.

“It would be best if all three qualities were present, though...” “Still, he does seem rather lacking, doesn’t he?” “There’s one more thing—the most important factor.” “What might that be?”

“Meeting of minds.” “This is a matter of mystical compatibility.”

“Ah.”

"Even if someone were scholarly, masculine, and of impeccable character, it would mean nothing unless they please me." "Mr. Yoshikawa, you must do your utmost to please me." Miss Kako was a cut above her suitors in this game of wits.

The Strategist's Displeasure

Having been outmaneuvered by Mr. Yoshikawa, Adachi’s spirits immediately plummeted. If things were already like this from the very start, he wondered what would become of him. As expected, Mrs. Maruo was quick-witted. With Mr. Yoshikawa being so resourceful and the strategist being so capable, there was no competing against them. Our side had its merits, but they always managed to get ahead. There had been a particular lapse in vigilance this morning. Along with the strategist, we’d been splendidly taken for a ride. The trouble was, she took considerable time with her makeup, so when push came to shove, immediate deployment wasn’t possible. I had been careless, but Mrs. Ōtani certainly bore responsibility too. They were clever enough with their “if this then that” theories, but never followed through with action. Okiyo, who’d kept watch and reported without being asked, was the true hero here. No matter how sophisticated the firefighting system, it amounted to nothing if not deployed. In his profound disappointment, Adachi found himself resenting Mrs. Ōtani.

Okiyo came upstairs. Mrs. Ōtani had said it would only take a moment.

“Okiyo, thank you for keeping watch earlier.”

“You’re welcome.” “You’re quite sharp.” “Mrs. Maruo has gone out again, you know.” “Ah, to the Hashimotos’ residence?” “No, she apparently went past there, so probably to the market.” “Since the market is cheaper, she apparently goes there for everything.” “It’s remarkable how thoroughly your surveillance reaches.”

"I’ve asked the neighbor’s help." "I see." "This here, Madam—" "Well?" "This."

Okiyo pressed both index fingers to her temples. It meant headache plaster. She applies them when in ill humor, so for Okiyo they had become a low-pressure warning signal. Furthermore, the housemaid next door was Okiyo’s school friend. Okiyo had called her from her hometown and taken her under her wing.

“Mr. Adachi, I shall now pay a visit to Mrs. Maruo.”

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

“Well.” “How does this look?” “It’s too much, you know. “If it were just Mr. Yoshikawa alone, Mrs. Maruo being his matchmaker could do as she pleases, but since it’s a three-way competition from the very start—” “That’s sheer tyranny!” “Oh.” “If they were allies unaware of that fact, well and good—but given that we’re constantly crossing paths, shouldn’t proper decorum dictate greater restraint in such circumstances? “If we let such selfish antics go unchallenged, they’ll become a habit.”

"But wouldn't that cause friction?" “Since they’re the ones provoking conflict, we needn’t concern ourselves.” “Your visiting them requires careful consideration. If they deny it, what will you do?” “She’d tell lies without hesitation—that’s precisely her nature.” “Even if they insist Mr.Yoshikawa never visited, we couldn’t counter it. It would devolve into endless bickering until we lose.” “Then does Mrs.Maruo possess legitimate grounds?”

“Even without that, they hold the situational advantage. “Since they’ve thought this through, they’ve prepared an excuse.” “If they ask what business brought you there, you’ll end up humiliated—that’s what it comes down to.” Adachi endeavored to dissuade her. The outcome of the competition between the madams didn’t matter either way.

There was a more urgent problem.

“…………” “As for me, I would prefer you first visit the Hashimotos rather than Mrs. Maruo—what do you think?” “I’ve considered that too, but if I go there in this agitated state, I might blurt out something improper and bring trouble upon you.” “Mrs. Hashimoto remains Mrs. Hashimoto, after all.” “I don’t know how Mrs. Maruo wormed her way in, but doesn’t this seem rather unfair?”

And Mrs. Ōtani vented her frustration. Adachi, who had failed to stay vigilant, lacked quick-wittedness. "That’s because Mrs. Maruo accompanied Yoshikawa when they called, I suppose." "I don’t think there’s any particular meaning to it." "Therefore, if you were to pay a visit as well, they might send Kako over."

“I must apologize for my lack of thoroughness.” “No.” “I’m apologizing now, so please don’t say such things anymore. When I think how brazenly they outmaneuvered me, I feel so mortified I could cry.” “Mrs. Ōtani, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“In the end, I can’t compete with Mrs. Maruo.”

“Mrs. Ōtani.” “You’ve always favored Mrs. Maruo from the beginning.” “How could such a thing exist?” “No—during your talk with Mr. Yoshikawa the other day, you said it was simply because Mrs. Maruo is younger.”

“…………” “Okiyo has duly reported.” “That was Yoshikawa who said it.”

Adachi had no choice but to make do for the moment. At the same time, he realized Okiyo’s surveillance now extended to him too. “That’s enough now.” “Mrs. Ōtani, this is troubling.” “If visiting Mrs. Maruo would inconvenience you, I’ll simply abandon the idea.” And Mrs. Ōtani became utterly unmanageable.

Adachi fled upstairs and sank into thought. Competitions among beauties were indeed profoundly serious matters, I thought. Mrs. Ōtani, who was usually so cheerful and single-minded, would suddenly erupt into something like madness. Indeed, it had been said that Madam Maruo caught people’s eyes simply because she was younger. I believed that was not long after the Maruo family had moved into Yoshikawa’s rented house. When he considered it, Mrs. Ōtani had been harboring this resentment for two or three years since then. Yoshikawa had indeed praised Mrs. Maruo, but immediately afterward, I had said that Mrs. Ōtani here had more dignity due to her larger build. I had joked that if Mrs. Ōtani had a sister like that, I wouldn’t mind her being two or three years older and would marry her. Okiyo hadn’t heard that part and had only reported the initial portion. But even if he insisted on that now, they wouldn’t take him seriously. This was ridiculous. Having been outmaneuvered, internal strife had now broken out. When things went bad, they went all the way bad.

“Ah, this is so tedious. Maybe I should go to the park to clear my head?”

And Adachi resolved to refresh his mind.

“Where are you off to?”

Mrs. Ōtani stood precisely at the foot of the stairs. "I'm just stepping out for a bit." "You haven't an ounce of sympathy for me, have you?" "I'd be in trouble if you reprimand me like that." "I only speak this frankly because we're close." "Must you depart so pointedly without delay?"

“It’s a walk, you know.” “I have a matter I’d like to discuss.” “I’ll hear you out.”

And Adachi abandoned his walk and followed her to the parlor. If possible, I wanted to appease her. If I got on the wrong side of my strategist now, it would spell real trouble. “Adachi, let’s just forget that trivial talk from earlier.” “When I think about it, it was two or three years ago.” “That’s enough.”

“Yoshikawa boasted that a beautiful woman had moved into his rented house.” “Since I insisted that the one at my place was younger, he retorted that being young was precisely what drew attention.” “Even if you call her young, it’s only two or three years at most.” “Yet they’re out there claiming she’s five or six years younger!” “I immediately defended you after that. However, I must refrain from saying that lest it sound like flattery.” “Though I did joke that if you had a sister who looked just like you, I’d marry her even if she were two or three years older.”

“Okiyo reported that part too.” “Ah...” “You can’t keep up this pretense of lies forever.” “Earlier, you blamed it on Mr. Yoshikawa’s doing, but I shall now confess everything in full detail.”

“I’m sorry.” “That’s enough now. Instead of that, let’s discuss how to thoroughly outmaneuver Mr. Yoshikawa.” Mrs. Ōtani was now much calmer.

“Do you have a brilliant scheme?” “We’ll request the section chief at Mr. Yoshikawa’s company to dispatch him temporarily to Kyushu or thereabouts.”

“But such a thing probably can’t be done.” “I’ll discuss it with my husband.” “Since we’re all in the same business world, it’s not impossible that among my husband’s friends there might be someone acquainted with Mr. Yoshikawa’s section chief.” “My husband may seem unassuming, but he’s actually quite well-connected.” “That won’t work.” “Business trips are official duties.” “Even if you know a close friend, you can’t just make requests like that.” “But it’s all up to section chiefs and branch managers—at a bank like ours, anyway.” “Suppose your husband were asked such a thing—what then?” “Would he agree to that?”

“Though my husband is a stickler for rules, how convenient it would be if my brother were the section chief at Yoshikawa’s company.” “Would you have him sent away on business?” “Off with his head—in one fell swoop!” “Ha ha ha!”

And Adachi was unreasonably happy. Even just talking about the enemy’s head felt satisfying. Since there was still time before evening, Mrs. Ōtani decided to visit the Hashimoto household regardless. The pretext was to formally greet them since the courtship period was finally about to begin—in reality, it was a reconnaissance mission. “Since it’s come to this, I suppose I have no choice but to ingratiate myself,” she said. “If Madam is trying to curry favor, then all the more reason for me to proceed.” “I’ll be causing you trouble.” “I’m competing too—it’ll be good practice for socializing,” Mrs. Ōtani declared. “It will serve as training in social graces.”

And Mrs. Ōtani began preparations for her sortie. Adachi returned to the second floor with relief. There was no longer any need for a walk. Since noon, he had been preoccupied solely with outmaneuvering Yoshikawa and had completely forgotten about Seto. This guy was another formidable enemy. He might have been concocting some elaborate farce. He was the smartest. Seto had left without realizing what Yoshikawa had done to him, but there was no way he would remain idle like that. He must have gone out to consult with a matchmaker. He had said he was a friend of His Excellency’s younger brother, but did that mean his wife was also serving as a strategist? In any case, he hadn’t shown his face today.

"This won’t do." Adachi suddenly realized. The housemaid had mentioned there being a visitor earlier. Though he hadn’t heard it directly, Seto had gone out to the corridor to confirm it. Then Seto had abruptly suggested leaving. That was it. Judging by His Excellency himself handling the matter, this must be someone far more influential than Mrs. Maruo or Mrs. Ōtani could ever match. Thinking Mrs. Ōtani would be leisurely heading out by now, Adachi went downstairs to check—only to find her still on the phone.

“Yes… Yes…” “Of course, that poses no issue whatsoever.” “We would be honored to join you.” “Yes.” “You’re too kind.” “I’m deeply obliged.” “Then we shall see you later.” “Goodbye.” The exchange carried an air of auspiciousness. “Was that from the Hashimotos?” “My, yes.” “Have you already come downstairs?” “How conveniently attentive you become when it suits you.” “Does this mean progress?” “An invitation—for you and me—at six o’clock tonight.” “I… have a prior engagement this evening.” “Don’t be absurd.” “Well…” “I merely sought to establish some dignity.” “I’ll accompany you.”

“What a flimsy pretext.” “At last, my luck has turned! I bow to heaven, I bow to earth…” “You mustn’t get carried away now.” “Ha ha ha!” “Fortunately, my husband will be late as he’s with the head office executives.” With a theatrical flourish, Mrs. Ōtani declared. Ōtani Branch Manager enjoyed unshakable trust. On Sundays, he spent the entire day playing golf and mingling with executives. Her earlier comment about needing social polish held particular significance in this context.

Fair Treatment Adachi found himself once more in the Hashimoto family’s reception room. He had come in the morning, and now evening had fallen. It really has become frequent, he thought. Following Mrs. Ōtani’s instructions about making an impression, he wore formal haori and hakama. After only a brief wait, Miss Kako and Mrs. Hashimoto appeared. Among the older participants, Adachi and Miss Kako both demonstrated proper consideration. While Miss Kako was naturally composed, Adachi too showed considerable poise. "A rather unusual style of marriage negotiations has begun, keeping both Kako and myself quite occupied these days." "With multiple suitors involved, matters inevitably become disjointed and difficult to manage thoroughly." "I must humbly ask for your generous understanding regarding this situation."

Mrs. Hashimoto promptly proceeded to explain.

“Not at all,” Mrs. Ōtani replied. “We should be apologizing for our selfish impositions.” “Mr. Adachi,” Mrs. Hashimoto addressed him directly, “I must beg your forgiveness for troubling you to come so often.” “Not in the least,” Adachi demurred with practiced humility. “I’m the one perpetually intruding.” He performed the expected social choreography flawlessly. The party transitioned without delay to the Japanese-style room where place settings awaited them. His Excellency materialized among the gathering, completing the quintet around the expansive circular table. Through some unspoken arrangement, Adachi found himself seated shoulder-to-shoulder with Miss Kako. “Father,” she entreated with playful formality, “you mustn’t squirm so – set us a proper example, stifling though it may be.”

With that, Miss Kako remarked with a laugh. "A little should be acceptable." "You mustn't have any more." "Alright, alright." It had been about alcohol. However, His Excellency did not seem to be limiting himself to just a little. The meal had barely begun when, "What sort of hobbies does your husband have, Mrs. Ōtani?"

Mrs. Hashimoto broached the subject. "He used to practice Noh chanting, but his main pursuit these days is golf." "That has become quite the trend these days." "My younger brother has also taken it up." "Your husband must be quite skilled at it."

“Not at all. He was encouraged by the head office executives and only recently took it up, so I’m afraid he remains rather mediocre at present.” “It’s purely for socializing.” “Has he been practicing Noh chanting long?” “Well... “He has kept at it for many years now.” “But with intervals sometimes lasting half a year or so, he’s made no particular progress.” “My husband too tried such pursuits when young after being urged, but being rather unskilled by nature, he proved entirely unsuited to artistic endeavors.”

“Not at all.” “How about your husband’s drinking habits?” “It’s merely for socializing.” “That sounds quite proper.” “My husband has no talents beyond drinking sake and rambling on.” “Now, now, I do compose poetry.” “I have talents quite unbecoming of my character, you know.” His Excellency insisted. “Father’s is this one, right?” said Miss Kako. “What’s that?” “This one.” She made a gesture of counting on her fingers. His Excellency seemed to be the type of methodical poet who calculates and precisely fits each of the thirty-one syllables into place.

“Miss Kako must also be quite accomplished at composing poetry?”

“Not at all. I’ve completely inherited Father’s character, you see.” “Oh my, oh my.”

Mrs. Ōtani found herself at a loss for words to respond. To deny this would be to affirm His Excellency’s lack of skill.

“I can’t do anything at all.” “You’re full of jokes,”

“It’s just my chattiness, I suppose. My only real skill is—”

Miss Kako was being modest.

“I’m no good either. When it comes to being unskilled, I won’t lose to anyone.” Adachi felt compelled to say something and confessed. However, this ended up grouping Miss Kako into the same category. “Indeed, you are not what one would call dexterous.”

His Excellency readily acknowledged this. “Ah.” “Actually, today makes it three times now, Adachi.”

“Your Excellency?”

“No, it’s you.” “Ah, right...” “First, Yoshikawa-kun outmaneuvered you and Seto-kun.” “Then Seto-kun outmaneuvered you.” “You’re being outmaneuvered by the two of them.”

“Ah... right...” “Among the three of them, you’re likely the most honest.” “Well...” “Better for your prospects to remain unaware.” “No—truthfully, I had begun sensing something was amiss.”

“Yoshikawa-kun was brilliant.” “That’s what they call lightning speed.” “Mrs. Maruo is also quite formidable.” “Mr. Ōtani, you’re too kind-hearted.” “Actually, because of that, I was scolded by Mr. Adachi.” “Well, it’s nobler for humans to be somewhat deceived.” “I am deeply honored by your kind words.”

“Ha ha ha!” “I immediately grasped Yoshikawa-kun’s maneuver, but what exact method has Seto-kun employed to outmaneuver him?” And Adachi couldn’t quite grasp the exact opportunity.

“His Excellency Mitarai has arrived. Seto-kun has brought out quite someone as his matchmaker.” “Ah, I see.” “Though he’s a veteran like myself now, he was once an Army tactician who made waves. They say he was a disciple of Seto’s grandfather.” “Ah, I see.” “He’s my brother’s friend, but after meeting two or three times, we found ourselves speaking frankly.” “He’s quite a character.” “A true military strategist indeed.”

“Ah.” “Seto received orders from his strategist and invited you.” “He pretended to leave with you but immediately doubled back.” “Ah, I see.” “This too was lightning speed.” “The moment you turned away, he must have rushed in.” “Soon after, Kako returned.” “From then on, it became his solo performance.” “I was thoroughly duped.” “That’s why I took pity and restored fairness.” “Now today’s match stands perfectly even.”

“Thank you very much.” “If you don’t stay vigilant, you’ll end up like Tashiro Roku-san.” “Do you mean Tashiro-san?” “The doctor who applied that hair growth tonic we discussed.” “His name is Tashiro Rokusaburō.” “Tashiro Roku-san, carrying a one-shō sake flask.” “Somehow that flask looks taller than him.” “Is this a classical poem?” “Tashiro Roku-san’s quite portly but short-statured.” “This verse is my magnum opus.” “Rather than state Roku-san’s height, it cleverly highlights the flask’s stature.” “Wouldn’t you say this contrast achieves poetic perfection?”

“Ah.” “When you analyze it properly, it doesn’t qualify as classical poetry, but since it fits shamisen accompaniment, it became quite popular among our circle back then.”

“It’s a masterpiece.” “Tashiro Roku-san, carrying a one-shō sake flask.” “For some reason, the sake flask’s so tall.” His Excellency was quite drunk.

As soon as the meal was over, Mrs. Ōtani,

“Kako, why don’t you take Mr. Adachi to the Western-style room? We’ll hear what he has to say.” “I’ll remain here to attend Madam.”

and she released the two parties involved. Adachi followed Kako and returned to the parlor. “Mr. Adachi, it has been since we met at Mitsukoshi, hasn’t it?” “Ah.” “Why, there’s another occasion.” “It was this morning.” “No,” “Then when was it?” “Four or five days ago in the evening.” “You may not have realized, but two trains came in succession, and I was on the latter one.” “You were one step ahead.”

“Ahh.” “Without realizing I was following behind you, you stopped at the house gate and took a quick peek inside.”

“Hahaha.” “You saw everything.” “And—” “Ah...” “It’s all lies!” “Oh,” “Ho ho ho ho.” Kako began with a blunt opener. “There’s no helping it. Today you’re fated to be outmaneuvered anyway.”

“Thanks to you, I’ve been utterly worn out as well. “Mid-morning would be Yoshikawa-san’s slot, I suppose. “I easily defeated this one, but Mr. Seto is quite the clever man, so that was a struggle.” “Another glorious campaign victory?”

“Ah.” “Then I must steel myself too.” "I find it quite amusing to put you in difficult spots." “This is revenge, after all.”

“Revenge for what?” “I’ve been accumulating resentment for two or three years now. While joking around with Mitsuru, you said all sorts of things that put me in a difficult position.” “I wasn’t really like that, was I?”

“No, they’re all much the same.” “But now that it’s come to this, we can speak plainly, can’t we?” “Ah.” “Now it’s my turn to put you through some trouble.”

“Was Yoshikawa troubled?”

And Adachi had meant it as reconnaissance. “With Mrs. Maruo there, I had to hold back this time—but next round will be the real deal.” “Shall I summon Mrs. Ōtani too?” “Do.”

“Hahaha! Even if they come, I’ll drive them off!” “Old people are such a nuisance.” “How pitiful—they’ll cry.” “Oh ho ho ho!” “I still consider myself young, you know.” “Mrs. Maruo—what do you make of her?” “Well... As the enemy’s strategist?” “No—do you consider someone like that a beauty?” “That may be her reputation, but no beauty could compare. Before the sun, even the moon turns pale.” “Oh my! She’s really not someone to be underestimated, is she?”

Miss Kako was thoroughly underestimating everything. “Mrs.Maruo is my enemy too.” “This time it’s become doubly complicated with Mr.Ōtani’s connections involved.” “From what I’ve heard, Mrs.Maruo seems to be at fault.”

“That’s merely one side of the shield,” said Mrs. Ōtani. “Mrs. Maruo has her own justifications.” “What sort of justifications could exist?” asked Adachi. “I really couldn’t say,” she replied. “Enough digressions,” he concluded.

“Is there something you wish to say?” “No. Ha ha ha.”

And Adachi was not particularly reticent. Admittedly, he was earnest.

After Yoshikawa, Seto became the topic of conversation. Seto apparently began pulling strings immediately after graduating. Since he had cut in later, his insistence that a greeting was only natural was by no means merely circumstantial.

“One day, there was a student newspaper in the mailbox,” “From your school.” “That’s how we figured out everyone’s rankings.” Miss Kako said. “So it was the end of March, then.” “Yes.” “Was I in last place?”

“You weren’t last.” “I’m middle of the pack, even so.” “Mr. Seto remarked that he wouldn’t fall below third place.” “That was correct—though he couldn’t take first place.” “Had he been sending such reports in advance?” “Mitsuru informed us of that.” “I see.” “Considering that, I concluded it must have been Mr. Seto who placed the newspaper.” “It’s definitely him.” “He’s a master of petty tricks.”

“You mustn’t hold any resentment. Shouldn’t we acknowledge an academic genius as an academic genius to be fair?” “Hah.” “I must recognize any merits to the fullest extent and conduct strict scoring; otherwise, I cannot face my father and mother. So please bear that in mind.” “I myself have no quarrel with Seto being an academic genius. If anything, I take pride in that as a friend.”

Adachi was fundamentally fair and upright by nature. "You have many good qualities yourself, even if your academic record wasn’t the best." "Heheh." "Even if I say your grades were poor, that’s only in comparison to Mr. Seto and Mr. Yoshikawa."

“I’m better than Yoshikawa. But since my seating order is lower, there’s nothing to be done about it now, no matter what I say.” “Your true merit lies in your very character. Father acknowledges it as well. He says you’re the most honest.” “Since I was outmaneuvered, it’s nothing to boast about.” “It must be your artless charm that’s appealing.” “That’s quite enough.” “Ohohoho.” "You're treating me like a half-wit." "Indeed, you certainly need to learn from Mr. Seto and Mr. Yoshikawa."

With that, Miss Kako quipped smugly.

“Thank you very much.” “Yes, yes,” she said smugly. “That was about the student newspaper.” “It appeared again.” “This time Mr. Seto was listed under ‘Names of Employed Persons.’” “Top of the list—and what’s more—” “This feels like I came all this way just to hear Seto’s sales pitch.” “When I thought this might be preparatory groundwork for an application, it indeed turned out to be first place.” “About when was it? The application...” “Just about a month ago.” “So he spent half a year on preparatory groundwork?”

“They say he took great care in vetting the matchmaker.” “Instead, General Mitarai!” “He’s an extremely formidable person.”

“Hah.” “Since they’ve brought him out from the Army General Staff Office, Mr. Seto is fully expecting victory.” “But he’s not on active duty anymore, is he?” “He’s retired, I hear. He’s a general!” “Hah.” With that, Adachi had been completely overwhelmed. From what followed in their conversation afterward, it appeared Miss Kako had ranked Mr. Seto first, Mr. Yoshikawa second, and Mr. Adachi third. Adachi, being who he was, couldn’t help but panic.

“What sports did you do during your student days, Mr. Adachi?”

At last, Miss Kako turned her attention to Adachi. “Baseball, tennis, and swimming, I suppose. But they were all rather half-hearted.”

“Weren’t you on the team?” “Why do you ask?” “Mitsuru said you were an expert at everything and was quite impressed.” “I may have overstated things slightly.” “Children believe everything they hear.”

“Yes, yes—he said you were an equestrian maestro.” “I truly am a horse master.” “I hear your family keeps many steeds back home?” “Well... We’re not wealthy landowners—just horse owners.” “Shall I gift you one?” “Ohohoho!” “Hahaha!” Adachi recalled that interminable elevator ride. Miss Kako’s laughter probably stemmed from Mrs. Ōtani having shared that preposterous dream. “Aren’t horses frightfully expensive to keep?”

“That’s not true at all. I’m planning to bring one over soon and ride around with it.” “That would be terrible!” “Why is that?” “Earlier, General Mitarai told us a story about how he ended up impoverished because of horses. When he became a major, they say he received his first horse. Since he could ride a horse to work once he became a Major, he apparently swaggered about as if he’d become the lord of his own castle and domain. However, the feed allowance provided by the authorities was meager, he said. On top of that, he had to move to a house with a stable and pay the stable groom’s salary, so he said he immediately started crying out in distress.”

“I see. Even if I were to work as the stable groom myself, we’d still need a stable, wouldn’t we?” “Ah.” “If I were to rent a house with a stable, my entire monthly salary would disappear into rent.”

“Therefore, I must ask you to refrain from keeping horses.” “I’ll resolutely stop.” “Ohohoho, it sounds like you’ve already passed with flying colors.”

Miss Kako was in high spirits.

Adachi forgot the passage of time as he became engrossed in conversation. Having learned from the housemaid that Mrs. Ōtani had already left earlier,

“In that case, I’ll take my leave,” he resolved. It was regrettable, but there had been no opportunity to act. “Please wait. “I’ll explain the schedule now.” “Is this about the visiting days?” “Ah.” “Yoshikawa objected, but having you set it would be most convenient for everyone.” “It’s more for my sake than anyone else’s. “If I have to deal with three people alone, I can’t possibly manage.”

“I see. I can well imagine.” “Monday-Tuesday for Mr. Seto, Wednesday-Thursday for Mr. Yoshikawa, and Friday-Saturday for you.”

"That is acceptable." "Evenings only." "Ah. What about Sunday?" "Sunday is a day of rest."

“I see.” “While you gentlemen may only have two days a week, I myself have no respite at all.” “That makes perfect sense.” “In return, I may make a surprise visit on Sundays.”

“Haaah.”

“I’ll visit wherever I please.” “By all means, please do.” “If you happen to be absent at that time, your eligibility will be revoked. Is that acceptable?” “What time on Sunday?” “That I cannot tell you. Whenever I feel like it. I couldn’t say myself. However, since I’m a woman, it will be during daylight hours.” “So that means I won’t be able to go anywhere during daylight hours on Sundays, then.” “That’s only natural—that much. Christians dedicate Sunday to God, don’t they?”

Miss Kako conducted herself with unshakable self-regard.

The Meticulously Prepared Seto

Seto had originally intended to leverage influential figures as matchmakers to strengthen his position, but he never imagined he could secure someone of General Mitarai’s stature. At first, he had no leads at all and was troubled. While reporting his graduation and employment, he visited close seniors. In the course of this, he tried his hand. In fact, that had been his primary objective. However, there was not a single person who was acquainted with the Hashimoto family. Then he recalled several of his father’s friends. Among them was a former technician from the Ministry of Education who now taught Noh chants. When his father had been in Tokyo, he too had received instruction from that person. Seto had been a middle school student at the time. There had been an instance where he complained to his mother that he couldn’t study because Mr. Morohoshi and his father would howl. However, when he mustered the resolve to try visiting him, Morohoshi remembered him well. When he mentioned having graduated and gotten a job, Mr. Morohoshi immediately jumped to the conclusion that he had come to begin studying Noh chants,

“Since today’s lesson is about to begin, please stay and listen,” he said. “Ah.” “All the disciples at my place are distinguished. “Today, General Mitarai, Your Excellency, will be gracing us with his presence.” “Is he an Army General?” “Ah.” “The General, Your Excellency, is a senior from my hometown.” At this, Seto felt his interest stir. He had never met him, but he was the most distinguished figure from their hometown. “And then General Matsumura and Mr. Hashimoto. Both of these are from the Navy.” “They’re all seasoned military veterans, you see.” “They don’t put on airs because they’re not wealthy.” “They all come here from their own side.”

“When you say ‘Mr. Hashimoto,’ that would be His Excellency, correct?” “Just as I thought.” “No, he’s a colonel.” “His older brothers are both Excellencies, but he’s the foolish younger brother.”

“Isn’t your older brother in Tanoana?” “I wouldn’t know about that.”

Mr. Morohoshi curtly ended the conversation, but Seto felt he had already secured his advantage.

Soon General Mitarai; General Matsumura; and Colonel Hashimoto assembled. Seto was introduced. Mr Morohoshi added that he was from General Mitarai’s hometown. “So you’re from Sukumo too?” “Ah.” “Speaking of Setsu from Sukumo—you wouldn’t happen to be related to Mr Gunpei?” “I’m his grandson.” “What fortuitous timing! I studied under Master Gunpei myself.” “At our village elementary school.” “Ah.” “When I visited home four or five years back I saw him briefly—he’s kept well since?”

“He’s well.” “He must be quite advanced in years by now?” “Because he was my teacher.”

“He’s seventy-eight or seventy-nine.” “Still that young? Since I’m sixty-one, indeed, that must be about right.” “I have been aware of Your Excellency’s name since childhood. It is an honor to meet you.” “Oh, no—this old relic is of no use anymore. Since I’m a man of leisure, do come visit.” “I would be honored to visit.”

Thereupon, just as the conversation had ended—

“This is quite astonishing. Your Excellency is also a product of elementary school education, I see?”

Colonel Hashimoto voiced his thoughts.

“There’s nothing surprising about that.” “To be honest, I’d always assumed you were strictly temple-school educated.” “Don’t you underestimate me!” “Ha ha ha!” “Pardon me, but isn’t Mr. Hashimoto’s elder brother His Excellency residing in Tanoana?”

“Excuse me, but isn’t Mr. Hashimoto’s older brother Your Excellency residing in Tanoana?” asked Seto. “That’s correct.” “I’m actually boarding right in Mr. Hashimoto’s neighborhood.” “Ah.” “Your nephew Mitsuru sometimes comes to visit me.” “What a coincidence this is too.” “I humbly ask for your kind consideration.” “Are you beginning your apprenticeship today?” Colonel Hashimoto was mistaken. Even if it wasn’t Vice Admiral Hashimoto himself, someone who knew his younger brother would suffice. Two leads had emerged at once. It went without saying that Seto acknowledged General Mitarai as a more suitable candidate than his Noh instructor. He promptly paid a visit. However, for the time being, he endeavored to cultivate His Excellency’s trust. Out of this necessity, he also began learning Noh chanting under Mr. Morohoshi. Being a man of talent, his methods proved effective. Colonel Hashimoto also began to take notice of him. After timing it right and explaining the situation to His Excellency, he immediately agreed.

Seto could proceed at leisure, backed by such a formidable matchmaker with Colonel Hashimoto serving as his guarantor. Yoshikawa had proven shortsighted for thinking it rash when hearing of Seto's application. This principle held true for academic achievements too. Seto was fundamentally diligent. Yoshikawa and Adachi remained oblivious to the hidden efforts being made. It wasn't mere innate ability. His confidence stemmed from abundant strategic resources. Even in matrimonial negotiations, Seto maintained this self-assurance. Having exhausted every conceivable tactic, he now awaited success. Though maintaining cordial relations with his boardinghouse landlady, he never sought counsel like Adachi did. He had simply reported that discussions had commenced with the daughter of an unnamed notable family.

“Your Excellency, thank you for this morning. I am deeply sorry to have troubled you by taking up your valuable time.”

And Seto promptly rushed to express his gratitude. It was the evening of the declaration of war. “Not at all. How did it go? After that?”

“Thanks to your assistance, the impression appears favorable.” “Did you speak with the young lady?” “Ah.” “That one’s quite different from those around the house—rather spirited, I’d say.”

“Since they come charging in so forcefully, if I’m not careful, we’ll end up parrying blows. She’s dead set on subduing us.” “Subduing? What do you mean by that?” “I believe she intends to prevent us from gaining the upper hand down the line.” “We’ll crush them first. You mustn’t lose to a woman.” General Mitarai spoke with vigorous confidence. “However, winning too decisively might bruise her pride. My approach is to maintain equilibrium—neither advancing nor retreating.”

“If you try too hard to curry favor just because you’re desperate to win her over, that’s precisely how they’ll never let you gain the upper hand later.” “I’ve accounted for that possibility as well.” “Ah. “I’d nearly forgotten—Vice Admiral Hashimoto called earlier.” “They’ve finalized the schedule.” “Monday and Tuesday evenings are yours.” “Understood.” “Exactly.” “What becomes of Sunday?” “Hmm. That wasn’t mentioned. “They’ve arranged it for Monday and Tuesday nights.” “Since they instructed me to relay this to you directly, it aligns perfectly.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll come by again tomorrow evening without delay.” “Behold. You remain the foremost. Since you’ve outmaneuvered them today and will continue tomorrow and the day after, you’ll fully seize control of the initiative.”

“Ah,” “Thanks to your assistance, this works out perfectly.” “What of the opponents?” “We haven’t met since then, but they might have already realized they’ve been outmaneuvered and are grinding their teeth in frustration.” “That was impressive.” “His Excellency Hashimoto was quite impressed too, wasn’t he?” “Ha ha ha.” “That’s the spirit.” “Understood.” “However, if the content isn’t more substantial, the impact will be diluted.” “This time, let’s strike them hard and decisively.” “I'll think of something.”

“Since our advancing one step means their retreating one step, we must never concede no matter what happens.” “Understood.” “If those two were Army men, there’s a surefire way to wipe them out completely...” “What would you do?” “We’d drive them into some rural regiment.” “Ha ha ha.” “How’s your physical strength? Are you confident?” “Well...” “Tosa men are supposed to be strong. They declare, ‘When words fail, we strike!’” “What do you mean by that?”

“When we say ‘discussions have reached an impasse,’ it signifies the end of verbal debate, and ‘let’s go’ marks the beginning of physical force. When they say ‘Let’s go,’ they’re already moving. This is the ancient method of fighting of the Tosa people.”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it.” “This dispute will reach its breaking point sooner or later. When it does, you must strike quickly.” “However, physical force is prohibited. His Excellency Hashimoto has decreed that anyone using violence forfeits their eligibility.” “That’s merely the official stance.” “No, there was a concrete precedent with Miss Kako’s elder sister.”

And Seto conveyed the matter exactly as he had heard it.

“What if we use that to make the two opponents fight each other?” “They won’t fight.” “No—we’ll set it up so they have no choice but to fight.” “There must be some scheme to drive a wedge between them?” “I’ll think about it, but the way things are going now, we seem poised to win.” “Are you confident?” “Yes, sir.”

“In that case, come consult me again if anything happens.” “When such moments arise, skillfully riding the wave accelerates matters.” “Provoking an incident yourself remains a viable tactic.” “You must take action.” “I’ll consider it as well.”

And General Mitarai remained utterly reliable through and through.

Self-Promotion and Moral Lessons Seto had maintained excellent grades from elementary school through university, making him inherently exemplary. Though there had been little need for elaborate strategizing, he added an extra layer of formality to what was already impeccable to ensure success. Moreover, since he intended to govern Miss Kako’s future, he discreetly made efforts to impart moral lessons. Consequently, his conversations tended toward overly logical reasoning, carrying a whiff of self-promotion.

“Mr. Seto, are you an early riser in the mornings?” “Ah. Lately, I’ve been rising at five.” “My—my—” “The eastern sky is crimson. Morning glows are far more beautiful than evening ones, you know.”

“Someone like me sleeps in, so I’ve never seen it.” “Morning hours are precious because the mind is sharp, you know.” “I think if everyone in Japan were to rise one hour earlier, efficiency would improve and the nation would prosper.” “However, if you wake up an hour earlier, you’ll just tire proportionally sooner—it amounts to the same thing.” “No—once it becomes a habit, it’s no trouble at all.” “I am putting it into practice.” “I always read from five to six-thirty.”

That was how it went. It had aspects of both self-promotion and moralizing. When it came to that point, someone like Yoshikawa was entirely different.

“When I oversleep and risk being late, I take a one-yen taxi. I bargain them down to thirty sen.” “How ruthless!” “But it’s not about being stingy with money. Haggling makes them drive faster. Being late affects your bonus. At thirty sen, a one-yen taxi proves worthwhile.” “If I may ask—isn’t a bonus ultimately money?” “Of course it is.” “Then doesn’t that mean you’re ultimately being stingy with money?”

There were opportunities for Miss Kako to corner him. Since they had openly declared their intent to cause trouble, it would have been better to actually inconvenience them somewhat, yet Seto approached it with exam-hall discipline. He strove to make them respect him through genuine ability. "I arrive at school ten minutes before classes begin every morning." "Following regulations to the letter, I see." "Ethics textbook regulations?"

“Huh?” “People who always arrive ten minutes early are sure to succeed, I suppose? Ohoho.” “But it’s simply my habit.” “I’ve kept this routine since my student days.” “In short, it’s more convenient for me this way.” “Nothing worth boasting about.” “Are your school duties keeping you busy?” “Teaching children makes the lectures manageable enough, but the paperwork is dreadful. I’d prefer to return to my alma mater soon.” “To become a professor upon returning, I imagine?” “An associate professor initially.” “When I graduated, they urged me to remain as a research assistant at my alma mater—but twenty yen a month...” “I couldn’t bear to keep leaching off my parents any longer, so I resolved to earn my own keep.”

“…………” “However, if I have to tax my brain with office work like this, it would have been better to write it off as a lost cause from the start.” “Do you mean by ‘writing it off’?” “It’s joining a company. “I could have joined Mitsui or Mitsubishi.” But it was a mistake for Seto to grow so earnest. His academic excellence had already been fully recognized, but they wanted him measured against the other two. “Don’t you have any more interesting stories?”

“Well...” “Shall I show you the photo album?”

Miss Kako grew bored. Yet when not nervous, Seto performed well. He stood in exact opposition to Adachi. "I'll have you know I once received an honorable reward from the authorities for saving a life." "Truly?"

“During my middle school days when I returned to my hometown,” “It was at a seaside bathing area.” “I rescued a policeman who didn’t know how to swim.” “Oh really…” “There was someone spluttering and flailing about, so I grabbed them, pulled them up, and only later realized it was a policeman.” “Even though he couldn’t swim, he went into the deep water.”

"How ironic—the one doing the rescuing needed rescuing himself." "That's why the newspapers made such an enormous fuss." "I was awarded five yen as an honorarium." "How miserly." "But five yen for a middle schooler!" "Having gotten a taste for it, I've been hunting for non-swimming policemen ever since—but they've all vanished." "Ohohoho." "Hahaha!" "Don't you have any more?" "Stories like that?" "This time it's a failure story." "Since this concerns both Yoshikawa and Adachi, I must ask you to kindly disregard any... inconvenient particulars."

“It’s fine.” “Since the original responsibility lay with me, I was resented afterward.” "It happened two or three years ago." "There’s a gidayu reciter called Tosa Dayu from my hometown." "There was a support group for him, and I was forced to take three tickets from my senior." “Please imagine I had Yoshikawa and Adachi buy a ticket each, and that we three went out together.” “I’ll imagine it for you.” “Oho.” “It was the Kabukiza Theatre. "It was a puppet theater. "Both the Kabukiza Theatre and puppet theater were first-time experiences for us, so everything felt wonderfully novel." During intermission, as we three were talking, a man wearing hakama came over and said, ‘You three, please come this way.’ Since I had the support group in mind, I thought this meant there’d be some sort of treat. It was already exactly dinnertime. When we followed him outside, a motorcar was waiting, and we were ushered into it. Separately, two men in Western suits had somehow ended up following behind us. ‘Where are we going to eat?’ I asked, but the three men practically shoved us into the car. At the same time, they also climbed in and drew the window curtains. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘You’ll find out soon,’ came the brusque reply this time."

“That was only natural.” “The place we were taken to was the police station.” “Goodness gracious!” “Yoshikawa burst into tears.” “We were each questioned individually.” “We came under suspicion as a trio of robbers.” “It must have been a case of mistaken identity, don’t you think?” “Of course it was.” “Ohohoho.” “In the predawn hours of that day, a trio of burglars broke into the house of our classmate named Wakai.” “We had already heard a detailed account from Mr. Wakai.” “Adachi had the evening paper and, during break time in the hallway, said, ‘You, it’s out,’ and showed it to me.” While reading it, I said, “This is wrong.” “Since Yoshikawa knew all about it too, he said, ‘Both where they broke in and where they exited are wrong,’ and started critiquing the article.”

“That must have been where you went wrong.” “Right... We got caught during the very next break.” “And then what happened? What about the police?” “We told them we were students at ○○ University, but since it was summer and we were wearing Panama hats and casual kimonos, we couldn’t provide any proof. To make matters worse, there was a screwdriver in Adachi’s sleeve.” “Why on earth did he have such a thing?”

"He said he'd put it in after fixing the radio and forgotten about it, but the police wouldn't accept that explanation." "Yoshikawa tearfully stated his father's credentials." "He's an engineer and Doctor of Engineering at the Ministry of Railways." "But they wouldn't take it seriously." "Yoshikawa started wailing at the top of his voice, 'Please make the call!'" "Goodness gracious!"

“Before long, Yoshikawa’s father arrived, and the suspicion was cleared.”

“But how dreadful, being accused of robbery.” “That’s going too far!” “However, when you think about it, their suspicion wasn’t unreasonable.” “Since we’d heard every particular from Mr. Wakai and were discussing details beyond what the newspaper reported, they became utterly convinced we were the criminals.”

“Might your physiognomies have matched theirs to some degree, don’t you think?”

“Hmm.” “The police officers said the same thing and laughed.” “They said students really ought to go out looking like proper students.” “In truth, our appearances also clashed with the first-class seats at the Kabukiza Theatre.”

“Exactly so. They’d already grown suspicious of you and were keeping watch when you started that dubious conversation.” “I learned my lesson from that. We got arrested halfway through without even properly watching the puppet show we’d gone to such lengths to see.” “Ohohoho.” “We laughed about it afterward, but at the time, I thought we were done for. The two of them say it’s my fault. I was the one who invited them, sure—but Adachi’s the one who brought out the newspaper. If he hadn’t started that conversation, none of it would’ve happened, so it’s on him. But according to Adachi’s logic, since Yoshikawa got interrogated the hardest as proof his mug matched one of the robbers best, he insists this guy’s equally to blame.”

“How amusing. Don’t you have any more?” “If they occurred that frequently, I couldn’t possibly keep up.”

If Seto had confined himself to such anecdotes, Miss Kako would have been charmed; yet whenever his awareness of being an academic prodigy intensified, it invariably bred tedium. "Mr. Adachi did have that heroic exploit worthy of newspaper coverage, did he not?" "But that incident lacks any factual basis," countered Seto. "He appropriated the credit from the boarding student next door."

“You. Don’t you have any heroic tales?” “Well… There might be one or two.” “Do share one.” “I’ll think of something.”

“Oh, your made-up stories won’t do!”

“Ha ha ha.” “How sneaky of you.” “No—it’s a true story. I made several strapping men run.” “Well! How grand!” “Then I came charging after them like the Wind God himself, my face beet red. But they were desperately trying not to get caught.” “When was this?” “At our school sports festival.” “My!” “This is what we call a running race.” “How beautifully I fell for that. You’re quite the trickster, aren’t you?”

And Miss Kako praised him.

Seto, as demonstrated here, could do it when he applied himself. He could spin tall tales when he put his mind to it. The story about saving a life later became an issue. "That's a lie." Yoshikawa declared. "You sounded so earnest about it." "Was it entered in the rewards and punishments section of the application form?" "It isn't written there." "Because it was a lie. He couldn't possibly deceive anyone to that extent." "I ended up taking it all seriously and expressed my deepest respect to him."

“First of all, Seto himself can hardly swim at all.” “Goodness me!” “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 stand his ground.”

“It was during his middle school days. Perhaps he forgot how after focusing solely on his studies since then.” “Swimming isn’t something you forget once you’ve learned it. As for his middle school days—that’s dubious in itself.” “He said it was at his hometown seaside resort.” “The fact that he moved the setting to some distant location is also suspicious.” “In that case, I’ve been deceived.” “The story’s likely been reversed. He was the one who got helped by a policeman.”

“A policeman being rescued is something utterly unprecedented in history.” “That guy’s a coward. He’d never risk danger to save others.” “But he did say people from Tosa are strong. About being cornered in debate—do you know what that means?”

"I don't know." "'Cornered in debate? Bring it on!' When he declares that sort of thing, they say it'll rain blood!" "He does seem to be making rather extravagant claims these days."

"But that's still preferable to moral lectures." "How has Adachi been recently?" "Haven't you met with him?"

“Hah.” “It’s quite all right.” “You’re still determined to expose all my bluffs, aren’t you?”

"But that person hasn't told a single lie." "Hah..." "When you refuse like that, it's a lie—I can tell immediately." "So you've seen through all my tells."

“As for yours, I’ve already seen right through them.”

Miss Kako proudly displayed her discernment.

Third-Party Evaluation

Adachi spent four Sundays waiting in vain to receive Miss Kako's surprise visit. Yoshikawa and Seto fared no better. If they curried favor with Miss Kako two nights a week, that apparently sufficed for her. Should she desire anything beyond that, she was likely leaning toward whichever candidate prompted such interest. This made surprise visits the new norm. Thus all three waited with necks craned in anticipation.

“Madam, what do you suppose today will bring?”

And so, on another Sunday morning, Adachi sought the strategist’s opinion.

“Not yet. It’s a fifty-fifty situation.” “Is it between me and Yoshikawa?”

“Hah. “Truly evenly matched, aren’t you two?” “Is Seto faring better?” “No, he’s fallen slightly behind.” “I’d be grateful if that’s truly the case.” “Since I call every other day and meet with both Miss Kako and Madam Hashimoto, I can generally gauge their dispositions.” “Does Mrs. Maruo also visit every other day?”

“Hmm.” “Even the matchmakers have been assigned specific days now.” Thus, the matchmakers were now engaged in a twofold competition. After a long absence, Komiya came to visit. He too was sparing no effort to keep his fiancée Wakako happy. The four close friends—what a fine bunch they made. “Lately, I’ve only been permitted free time on Sunday mornings.” Komiya was already at that stage. “It’s been ages.”

“Are you busy?” “Hmm... Well, you know how it is.”

“If you come here, it’ll kill two birds with one stone. I came thinking we’d have a proper talk. Let’s get straight to it—call Yoshikawa for me.” “Yoshikawa won’t come.” “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 get into a fight?” “No, it’s not that.” “Then what’s the situation?”

“Shall I tell you?”

And Adachi, having resolved himself, recounted the entire story from beginning to end. Komiya showed no surprise whatsoever. Having spent their student days constantly together, he had already sensed something of the sort. “So it’s finally begun? “As for you two, it’s only natural, but—” Having said that, he seemed to find Seto-kun’s candidacy alone rather unexpected. “It’s a three-way melee.” “Ah, that makes sense now.” “Did something happen?” “I went to Seto’s place last Sunday. When I tried to bring him here, he said he doesn’t go out on Sundays.”

“He’s waiting.”

“Hmm, this is getting interesting.” “Whose turn will it fall to?” “Well... Yoshikawa and you are evenly matched.” “While you two are locked in battle, I can’t help thinking Seto might sneak in and take her.” “Seto doesn’t stand a chance.” “Why?”

“Wakako said, ‘Mr. Seto has his academic brilliance dangling right before his nose.’” “That’s what makes him dangerous—being an academic genius.” “No, that’s exactly what’s working against him. You and Yoshikawa are far better regarded. Especially you.” “How do you know?” “Wakako said.” “What? I’m not marrying Wakako.” “Do you think I’d just wait to be chosen?” “It can’t be helped, huh?” “‘I like Mr. Adachi best,’ she says. ‘He’s refreshingly straightforward.’”

“No matter what Wakako says, it won’t count toward Kako’s side.” “No—what Wakako says will soon become what Kako says.” “They’re both cut from the same modern cloth anyway.”

“Is Wakako willful?” “Not at all! She herself says so.” “Kako says the same thing.” “Look here.” “Can I outargue you?” “I’ve been getting outargued 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 o’clock, she’s immediately in a huff. She just says ‘How should I know?’ and won’t talk to me.” “In such cases, do you end up apologizing and giving in?” Mr. Adachi inadvertently lets slip.

“I don’t give in. I tell jokes to keep her happy.” “I see.” “You’ve been getting it pretty rough too, haven’t you?”

“Hmm.” “Well, last night I was a bit late getting to work.” “Then Miss Kako won’t speak to me.” “She just makes me do all the talking.”

“That’s just how it is.” “I tried asking her, ‘Did you get angry?’ ‘Where do you keep your common sense?’ she shot back. Where on earth does one keep their common sense?” “Try asking her yourself.” “I’d get scolded. I’m always the one apologizing in the end.” “Apologizing works faster than making excuses. They just want to feel authoritative.” “Sometimes I really get it rough.” “That’s actually good. Each time that happens, your connection deepens.”

“I see.” “Yoshikawa’s probably the same as you. But Seto is different. A valiant man, but alas, he knows nothing of strategy!” “I know. He’s scheming by enlisting an Army General as his matchmaker.” “No—this isn’t a matter of frontal attack. Seto may be promising in arranged meetings, but when it comes to courtship for marriage, the very grades you fear end up backfiring. Women dislike people who flaunt their academic brilliance right under their noses. They prefer people with more humanity—that is, someone like me.”

“Here we go again.”

“I don’t mean to speak ill of Seto, but that man’s strengths become his flaws.” “It’s fine to be conscious of being an academic genius, but that very awareness makes him commit outlandish miscalculations.” “Those who excelled academically think they deserve special treatment even after entering society.” “This must be apparent even to your eyes, no?” “It is.” “Even if you court her with such grand pretensions, you’ll never win her favor.” “Women fundamentally delight in those who grant them preferential treatment.” “Their demands inevitably collide headlong.”

“I see.” “I’ll stake my reputation on it.” “What’re you staking it on?”

“I guarantee that Seto will soon be driven out of the competition.” “And then?” “That’s all there is to it. The rest is a duel between you and Yoshikawa. Go forth and give it your all!” “Who could it be?” “I can’t say that far. Or perhaps I think it might be you. Because Wakako said she likes you the most.”

And Komiya returned to the subject of Wakako. “Don’t you have any strategies?” “Well... “Even if I had any, I couldn’t share them.” “I’m a close friend to both you and Yoshikawa.” “When did things between you and Wakako begin, and how did they progress... until everything was properly settled?”

“Haven’t I told you this countless times?” “Actually, I wasn’t really listening before. But since it might be helpful this time, I’d like to hear it again properly.”

“Certainly it would be helpful, but I won’t tell you because it would create an unfair advantage. I’ll head straight home without stopping by Yoshikawa’s place either. I’ve decided not to meet with anyone until the competition is settled.” “You’re being terribly stubborn.”

“That’s precisely the part Ms. Wakako has acknowledged in me.”

“Here you go again.”

“Ha ha ha!”

“To be honest, I was afraid to tell you.” “Because, if I may say so, you’re closer to Seto than to us.” “It’s not so much depth as longevity.” “That’s precisely why I understand his character.” “Actually, I recently had an argument that really grated on me.” “Hmm.” “As I just said, Seto treats school grades as the universal measure of life.” “He appraises human worth through test scores.” “As you know, I’m dead last among our quartet.” “Back in school, he’d rank us by marks, sneering things like ‘You’re just a provisional pass this time’—I bit my tongue then, but now that we’re out in society? I won’t tolerate it anymore.”

“I see.” "The other day, when I mentioned that everyone at my company, starting with the manager, worked their way up from small shop clerks, he dismissed it outright, saying that’s no good." "Since he judges everything by grades, he doesn’t even acknowledge the existence of people who didn’t graduate from school." “But my way of thinking is different.” “I really gave it to him!”

“I see.” “I told you to consider an era when schools didn’t exist! I said, ‘Which university did Hideyoshi graduate from?’” “Ha ha ha!” “Competing for grades in school is nothing more than a sport. This is my opinion—what do you think?”

“Well, I can’t readily agree with that.” “I think it’s a mental sport.” “I consider it akin to games like Go or Shogi.” “Go players and Shogi masters may be impressive in their own right, but just because they’re skilled at Go or Shogi doesn’t mean they can become ministers or company executives.” “That’s an entirely different matter.” “Did you really have that kind of argument?” “Hmm. I told him that even if you’re good at competing for grades, you still can’t become a Diet member.” “What did Seto say in response?” “That guy’s so confident in arguments that he remains annoyingly calm.” “‘Just you wait and see.’” “‘Those with poor grades will be crying out in no time,’ he said.” “When you think about it, he’s talking about you guys.”

“Hmm.” “Indeed, various things come to mind. ‘When you come for New Year’s visits, make sure to wash your face first,’ he said. I thought it was too early for a doctoral thesis, but that guy intends to settle things with you two by New Year’s.”

And Komiya kept talking, then left to make it back exactly at twelve o'clock.

Usurping Matchmaker

Seto frequently visited General Mitarai. It was for reporting and consulting. “How’s it going?” It was always a relief when Your Excellency would lean forward and ask the questions himself. “It remains unchanged.” “A protracted stalemate, perhaps?” “Yes, sir.” “In a stalemate, those with real ability will naturally prevail. But before long, the tide of battle should become clear.” “The situation remains in utter chaos.” “What if we tried doing something? Just waiting around won’t get us anywhere.”

“There’s no strategy left to employ.” “It’s trench warfare now, first and foremost.”

“Alright. I’ll give it some thought.” “I leave the rest to your discretion.” And Seto’s visits always followed the same routine. He would report on the Hashimoto household’s situation and then engage in small talk. There were even times when he would perform Noh recitations before His Excellency and receive corrections.

One evening, after Seto had taken his leave,

“What do you think of Seto?” General Mitarai asked his wife. “What might that be?” “In the Army, he’d be sword-bearing elite material. Flawless.” “He truly does seem so efficient—such an intelligent gentleman.” “What do you think?”

“Huh?” “As Fujiko’s husband.”

“Good heavens!” Mrs. Mitarai was utterly taken aback. “Isn’t this just perfect?” “However, since you’ve taken on the role of matchmaker.”

“No—it’s no trouble.” “A usurping matchmaker.”

“Such a thing!” “Making someone choose one out of three candidates—that’s an extravagant demand even for Mr. Hashimoto. I’ll simply secure her through stratagem.” “This is most troubling!”

“No—I’ve been considering this from the start. Firstly, he’s from the same hometown—his background is well-established. Since Mr. Hashimoto also has a daughter, he should understand our position.”

General Mitarai remained completely unfazed. Each time he told Seto he would think about it, he had apparently been referring to this matter. “…” “What about Fujiko? She’s met Seto a few times, hasn’t she?” “Yes.” “What does she say?” “She hasn’t mentioned anything particular about this.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and ask her intentions?” “If Fujiko has no objections… would he agree to take her as his bride?” “That goes without saying. Since we’ve taken charge as matchmakers, it’s assured.”

“In any case, let’s ask her.”

Mrs. Mitarai wanted a good husband for her daughter too. She was their youngest child. Once this matter was settled, everyone could finally breathe easy. Miss Fujiko felt confident because she was indeed beautiful. Though her parents had often told her about Miss Hashimoto, she was resolved not to be outdone. She hadn’t the faintest clue what they meant. “Entertaining three suitors—how peculiar she must be!” “Mother, you aren’t actually admiring someone like that, are you?” “I don’t admire her in the least—it’s simply their family’s custom.”

“I don’t consider such a person to be a virtuous young lady.” “But when you meet her, she’s an utterly guileless person.” “The fashionable cheerful type?” “Yes.” “Is she pretty?” “She would first and foremost be considered a beauty.” “Does she pluck her eyebrows or something?” “That’s not the case at all.” “She’s a perfectly ordinary young lady.” “She said she’d like to meet you too.” “I must beg your pardon.” And so it had been settled.

When the principled Miss Fujiko Mitarai was presented with the matter of Seto by her mother,

“How utterly disagreeable! I refuse to accept someone who’s been rejected by Miss Hashimoto!” “A person who’s been rejected by Miss Hashimoto?!”

Fujiko flatly dismissed the idea from the start. It was only natural that she possessed that degree of discernment.

“That’s not what I meant.” “Since Mr. Seto is the foremost scholar, they say circumstances are most favorable for Mr. Hashimoto’s side.”

“In that case, since he can marry Mr. Hashimoto’s daughter, it should be a dream come true for him, shouldn’t it?” “Father says it’s a shame because he’s such an excellent candidate.” “But he likes Mr. Hashimoto’s daughter.” “That’s not at all clear—it might simply be competition for competition’s sake.” Even Mother found this aspect no easy matter.

“In any case, I must decline.”

“In that case, what if Mr. Seto declares he absolutely must have you?”

“If he comes here after being rejected by them and dares to say such a thing, then he’s insulting me.” “Father and Mother are here to support you.” “If you were to fall short even in the slightest, Father and Mother would decline on your behalf first.”

“Then that would lead to even stranger situations, wouldn’t it?” “What do you mean?” “That would be poaching.” “To put it simply—first things first. Accepting someone they’ve rejected would be imprudent, but Father says poaching matchmakers are part of the planned strategy. From the very beginning, he considered it carefully, conducted character examinations over September, October, November, and March, and now feels confident this course is secure.” "But I haven’t met Mr. Seto with that intention."

"I too hadn’t noticed Father’s policy until now, but each time he comes to visit and I meet him, I find him to be a perfectly suitable person."

“Even if Father and Mother approve, it’s no good unless I like him.” “That goes without saying—it’s all about you.” “He’s your husband-to-be, after all.” “Do you dislike schoolteachers?” “That’s not the case, but...” “In the future, he can return to XX University and become either a professor or a doctor, so he truly has a promising future, wouldn’t you say?” “I’ve heard that as well, but I have certain standards regarding appearance too.” “Isn’t he a splendid person?”

“I haven’t had a proper look at him yet.” “I’ve only met him two or three times by chance.” “In that case, why not take your time to hear him out properly when he comes next time?” “I suppose so.” “Let’s have Mother pretend to be unwell, and then I’ll receive him in her place—that should work, don’t you think?” “Very well.” “I’ll try that approach, but I’ll most likely decline. I can’t admire the spirit of making daily pilgrimages to Miss Hashimoto’s.”

“I’m not saying we should force it.”

Mother was satisfied with that. She thought he would make a fine son-in-law, but the act of poaching weighed on her conscience. Seto had secured a formidable matchmaker. The next time he visited His Excellency Mitarai, it was an arranged meeting. Of course, he himself had no way of noticing such a thing. Unlike when dealing with Miss Hashimoto, he had no ulterior motives this time, so his attitude was impeccable. In terms of appearance, Hashimoto’s side always met the standard. Fujiko was favorably impressed.

“Father, if it’s Mr. Seto, I would be willing to enter into a courtship.” “I’ve spent three months conducting these examinations for a reason.” “But isn’t Miss Hashimoto’s side performing rather poorly?” “No—precisely because they value him, we want him here.” “If he proves unsuitable, we’ll yield him to them.” “In short: if the Hashimotos release him, we’ll decline—but if they hold firm, we must secure him. Our position is inherently contradictory.”

“Isn’t that rather unreasonable?”

“I kept thinking it seemed contradictory, but after careful consideration, it makes sense—that’s precisely what makes it poaching.” “Wouldn’t the Hashimotos take offense at this?” “Some degree of that is unavoidable. I’ll prostrate myself and apologize afterward. Since Mr. Hashimoto understands a parent’s heart, he’ll accept this graciously.” “If it’s poaching, then I’m inclined to proceed.” “As expected of my daughter!” “However, if it’s someone already rejected by the other party, I absolutely refuse.”

“You should have understood that from our earlier discussion. Didn’t you say the situation was still evenly matched?”

“Yes.” “Since matters won’t resolve themselves without action, I advised them to pick a fight.” “Yes.”

“Among the three candidates, he appears to hold the strongest position.” “His qualifications are exceptional.” “In Army terms, he’d be Sword Group material through and through.” “Your mother and I would never do anything to make you feel lesser.” “I shall respectfully defer to Father and Mother’s judgment.”

“Very well.” “I’ll handle it appropriately.” “This time, Father will have it easy too.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Since we’re firing cannons into our own territory, there’s no worry of missing the mark.” His Excellency was satisfied. “Ohohoho!”

“The only challenge must be making it appear as though the shells were coming from enemy lines.” Mother truly lived up to being a general’s wife. “Since there are three of them, taking one out would simplify matters.” “Even if Mr. Hashimoto thanks us for it, that’s perfectly acceptable.” “When will Mr. Seto be coming next?” “Tonight next week.” “He reports weekly, but we could summon him sooner.” “If we’re to have the Hashimotos decline him first, I must object.” “I won’t accept someone who’s already been rejected.”

“To have them decline, we must make the request.” “I will not bow my head.” “I’ll ensnare Mr. Hashimoto and his entire circle.” “Oh my, my...” “Leave it to Father.”

“I humbly entrust this matter to your care.” And with that, Fujiko resolved herself.

Divine stratagems and diabolical schemes

The following day, His Excellency General Mitarai visited His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto. Given that a month had already passed since he had last sent his wife to call on them, with no subsequent communication whatsoever, it became evident he was no dedicated matchmaker who would wear through a thousand pairs of straw sandals. The truth was he had intended to poach from the very beginning. After offering apologies for his prolonged absence,

“To be frank, Your Excellency Hashimoto, though I must today present myself as a shaven monk, I entreat your special indulgence by virtue of this bald pate.”

he broached. “What do you mean by that?” “This demands seppuku.” “I came wearing a mask.” “I have no excuse whatsoever.” “Your Excellency, I’m finding it quite difficult to follow your story as it’s coming so abruptly out of the blue.” “This concerns the matter of Seto. “I recommended a disastrous candidate.”

“I see.” “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with the man himself. As he was a youth with excellent academic records, I believed him reliable—but unless such matters are investigated with utmost caution, irreparable consequences may arise afterward. I only chanced to hear of this yesterday.” “What do you mean? In the first place...”

“Yesterday, relatives from my hometown came to visit. According to the man’s account, there is a defect in Seto’s family lineage.” “I see.”

“Had we remained unaware, that would have been the end of it—but once this reached my ears as your matchmaker, I cannot in good conscience remain silent.” “They say madmen emerge generation after generation from the Seto family line.” “In my youth, I’d heard it was the Seo family afflicted thusly, so I suggested it must have been a confusion between Seo and Seto—but my relatives, who’ve remained constantly in our hometown, have confirmed it as fact.” “The Seto and Seo families are kinfolk, and both lineages are traditionally unsound, they say.”

“I see.”

“What on earth are we to make of this?” “Well...” “I believe it falls to me to order Seo—no, rather Seto—to withdraw.”

“Let me consult my wife.”

His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto called for his wife and spoke briefly. If there were two other equally matched competitors, those with even the slightest flaw would be excluded. Mrs. Hashimoto was naturally hesitant. His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto tilted his head in deliberation, and ultimately they decided to reject Seto. “Your Excellency, you must ensure this remains strictly confidential for the time being.” “Understood.” “If word spreads that Mitarai exposed our hometown compatriots here in Tokyo, it would place me in an awkward position.” His Excellency General Mitarai remained tactful. He had stipulated this was merely provisional. Since he planned to later reveal the truth and apologize, he told an elaborate lie.

“I have taken due note of that matter, but regarding Seto, I must request Your Excellency to handle it.” “Understood. I shall personally make him comprehend the circumstances.” “It appears there simply was no destined connection after all.”

“It’s unfortunate. Since it’s not something the person in question is responsible for.” “I won’t even tell Kako.”

“For the present, let us keep this strictly confidential.”

“However, if Mr. Seto suddenly stops appearing, people will grow suspicious.” “I trust you’ll handle that aspect with due discretion.”

“Understood.”

“The other two will be overjoyed, I suppose. Ha ha ha!” “We must also handle the other two appropriately. Let us simply state that another prominent marriage proposal has arisen.” And His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto made a rather bold statement. Seto was summoned via express mail to General Mitarai’s residence. When he promptly presented himself, it turned out to be a private discussion with His Excellency. “How’s it looking? The situation—” “It remains unchanged, sir.” “My next turn still hasn’t come around.”

“The truth is, there was one matter I wished to caution you about, which is why I asked you to come all this way.”

“Thank you very much. Since things have remained unchanged for so long, perhaps it’s about time we employed some sort of strategy.” “No, it’s not a strategy. This morning I met a friend who used to be a naval surgeon. Just as I was preparing to head out on a reconnaissance mission to the Hashimoto residence, he showed up—so when I mentioned Hashimoto, it turned out the man was their family physician.”

“I see.” “I thought winning over this fellow could be one approach, so I brought up your marriage proposal.” Then the fellow smirked. “When I asked him what he was laughing about, he said, ‘While His Excellency Hashimoto’s daughter is certainly beautiful, His Excellency would be better off refusing matchmakers.’” “I see.”

“There appears to be an illness.” “What manner of illness might that be, sir?” “The man absolutely refuses to speak of it.” “He apologizes profusely, explaining the Hashimoto family implored him to maintain confidentiality.” “But I won’t tolerate this.”

“I see.” “He finally told me.” “What kind of illness is it, sir?” “That’s precisely why it’s so problematic. It’s rather difficult for a gentleman to speak of.”

“I see.” “The doctor simply said it’s a disease where she wets the bed at night.” “I could figure that out myself, so use your common sense to judge!” “……” “Do you understand?” “The ‘nocturnal bedwetting’ condition.” “It’s like dealing with an infant.” “Ah. I understand.” “Understood.” “That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” “Since you’re the one taking her as your bride.” “……” “Do you mean to say you’re still willing to proceed?”

“Is that really true?” “Would I lie? He’s the Hashimoto family’s personal physician who’s been working tirelessly on her treatment for years.” “Is it incurable?”

“I didn’t ask about that far, but I assume it’s a chronic condition.” “I’d like to consult that doctor myself once.” “That would put me in a bind.” “Since I was the one who pressed him, he confided in me privately.” “Doctors have professional secrets depending on the type of illness.” “…………” “It would trouble me if you don’t trust me.” “Of course, I revere Your Excellency as both mentor and master, but I believe such an illness can be cured.” “It’s not about whether it can be cured or not—I simply felt it my duty to relay exactly what I heard from Arisaka—no, rather, from that doctor.”

“Ah.” “If I hadn’t known about it, that would be one thing—but now that it’s reached my ears as your matchmaker, I must take necessary precautions.” “Should your grandfather or father question why I arranged for such a young lady despite knowing her condition, I’d have no defense.” “Thank you for your consideration.” “What do you intend to do?” “There’s no cause for concern.” “I’m certain such ailments can be cured.” “In fact, I had a close friend in middle school with similar symptoms.”

“Hmm.” “My homeroom teacher applied hypnosis and cured him.” “So I became interested in hypnosis and learned it from my teacher, which is why I plan to cure it myself.” “Hmm.” “Are you the one who’ll apply hypnosis?” “Yes. "I have confidence." “If I can’t manage it myself, I’ll enlist my teacher’s help.” “Teacher is more of a master in that field than in school matters.”

“I see.” General Mitarai was surprised. In truth, after considering various illnesses, they had settled on one that they believed neither the girl herself nor her family could verify—yet by sheer coincidence, he happened to possess the very means to cure it. “I’m something of an expert in this.” “That worked out perfectly.” “Chronic ailments can generally be cured through suggestion.” “In any case, we must absolutely keep this matter to ourselves.” “Understood.” “It’s not exactly an illness. Especially if you can cure it yourself, it won’t be a problem. I’m relieved too. Keep working diligently as you have been.”

“I leave it in your capable hands.” “Shall I devise a plan?” “Understood. I humbly ask for your guidance.” “You may take your time discussing matters tonight.” “But wouldn’t I be imposing?” “Not at all. Why don’t we perform *Chikubu Island* for the first time in a while?” “Well...” “How’s your practice been lately?”

“I’ve been slacking off.” “That won’t do. Let’s see you do one.” “I humbly beg your indulgence.”

And Seto managed to perform it best. Of course, being inexperienced, his timing was off. His Excellency had intended to test the effectiveness of the poison gas tactics based on the degree of deviation, but Seto’s performance turned out to be unexpectedly commendable. “How did it go?” Mrs. Mitarai asked afterward.

“I failed.”

“Goodness!”

“I miscalculated the strategy. But keep it quiet from Fujiko.” “Understood. Won’t you truly consider giving up on them?”

“It won’t be settled overnight.”

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better for Fujiko’s sake to abandon these efforts entirely?” “No, Mr. Hashimoto’s side has the upper hand.” “What exactly was this ‘poison gas tactics’ of ours supposed to entail?” “Ah, let’s speak no more of strategy. In the midst of it, we’ll start over. Ha ha ha!”

His Excellency did nothing but laugh.

The Effectiveness of Poison Gas

At the Hashimoto residence, Seto—who should have already been admonished by His Excellency Mitarai—strolled in nonchalantly, prompting His Excellency and his wife to exchange glances and tilt their heads in puzzlement. Since they assumed he would naturally withdraw from the situation, they saw no urgency in informing Kako just yet. Seto had recently gained considerable momentum in his position. Even when visiting His Excellency Mitarai and claiming nothing had changed, this was merely a tactical ploy to coax either His Excellency or his wife into intervening—for Seto himself was convinced he had already far outstripped both Yoshikawa and Adachi. He was beginning to master the game’s nuances. Miss Kako favored lighthearted banter over intellectual posturing. Jokes blended more seamlessly into parlor conversations than moralizing sermons. Thus, he had redoubled his efforts in this regard of late.

“Miss Kako, I have an amusing story to share.”

And Seto soon launched into it. “What’s that?”

“Today, on my way back from school, I was dragged to the principal’s office and treated to dinner, so I nearly ended up being late.” “Just in time.”

“In return, I heard an amusing story. My principal is a heavy drinker. One evening, he got drunk and took a taxi. No sooner had he gotten in than he stumbled and tumbled right out the other door. Apparently, when you’re drunk, you lose all sense of time. Thinking he’d already arrived home, he asked the driver, ‘How much?’ ‘One yen.’ ‘Fine.’ The automobile drove off having made an easy profit. The principal was left frantically searching for his house right back where he started.”

“Exquisite.” “This teacher boasts that even when drunk, he never loses his true nature—truly remarkable.” “Ohoho!” “But he’s such an utterly bold man! They say he was quite scholarly too.” “He graduated first in his class from Commerce University.” “Do you yourself command such credibility?” “Well, I see no particular drawback.” “Even today, he insisted I come without accepting any refusal.” “But upon later reflection, sensei had hidden designs.”

“What’s that?” “No—I think I’ll keep that to myself.” “Oh, do tell!” “Shall I tell you? In fact, I was recommended a marriage proposal.” “Well, well—how splendid for you.” “Ha ha ha!” “What bride?” Miss Kako seemed to show interest. “I have no idea at all. I firmly refused and turned it down, you see.” “Well, what could that be?”

“It’s true. Actually,I already told them my situation has been settled.”

“Has it been settled?” “Well...” “Who is this person, and where are they from?” “What about the wife?”

“Ha ha ha!” “I won’t take responsibility for that. Why don’t you go out right this instant and retract it?” “A samurai does not take back his word. That very thing concerns my credibility.” “What is this person’s social standing?”

“Since I refused immediately, I didn’t inquire about the details.”

Seto had meant to demonstrate his dutiful service. There was also an implication that as an academic prodigy, he was being targeted from all sides. If they didn't reach a decision soon, they stood to lose out. "The Principal was in poor spirits, wasn't he?" "Oh no, he isn't that small-minded a man. The rest was just idle chatter." "Mr. Yoshikawa had marriage proposals too, I hear."

“Ah.” “I hear he’s been turning down three or four proposals.” “This reeks of publicity.” “It’s Mrs. Maruo’s handiwork, after all.”

“Does that lady come here often?” “Hmm.” “How about Mrs. Ōtani?” “That one isn’t about to lose either, you know.” “I’m the only one with such an indifferent matchmaker, aren’t I?” “She’s the general’s wife—she doesn’t make such casual visits.” “But His Excellency did come the other day, you know.” “Did he say anything about me?” “I didn’t meet him, you see. “I happened to be out for a walk, you see.”

“Where did you go?”

“I visited Mrs. Maruo’s place.” “Mr. Yoshikawa was there too.” “Hmm...” “That’s a lie.” “It was daytime.” “He has work at the company.” And Miss Kako teased him lightly. “The surprise visits haven’t started yet?” “Hmm.” “My place is too far out and inconvenient—it’s a real disadvantage.” “Naturally you’ll be pushed back.” “I don’t know anything about that.” “I’ll draw you a map.” “Isn’t your place near Ōsaki Station?” “It’s Gotanda.” “Rather disheartening.” “I’ll draw it.”

Since Seto was returning home from school, he happened to be well-prepared. He tore a page from his notebook and carefully drew a detailed map. "You haven't promoted yourself enough, have you? I'd only ever imagined it being in Ōsaki." "It's hopeless. This might be faster than going through General Mitarai—perhaps we should make the principal our advisor instead." "Why?" "The principal specializes in unorthodox strategies. Just tonight he said, 'You—if you were the driver, what would you do? Think about it,' then presented a brilliant idea. It's a secret technique, but shall I disclose it?"

“I am not a driver, you see.” “But the principle can be applied. They say you should dye a single fifty-sen silver coin as clearly as a family crest onto the car seat’s upholstery—but I suggested embroidery would work better to make it look convincingly like fifty sen. When haggling over a car, there are people who cling to the window and peer inside, right?”

“Hmm.” “That’s how you snare those types. When you peek inside, there’s a fifty-sen silver coin lying on the seat. The driver’s facing forward, so he doesn’t notice. It’s got that clever recycling angle to it. They won’t haggle anymore. Even if they set it a bit higher, they’ll plan to include a fifty-sen rebate tax. But when you try to secretly take it after getting in, why—they say it turns out to be a cursed talisman!” “Oh ho ho ho” “A masterstroke that pierces right through the psychology of cunning people, don’t you think?”

“Hmm.” “I’d be perfectly fine, but someone like Yoshikawa might get caught.” “My, a sudden personal attack?”

“Ha ha ha!” “No, you can’t.” “Someone like Adachi, being so foolishly honest, would go out of his way to say ‘Driver-san, you’ve dropped fifty sen,’ only to get laughed at instead.” “That might well be the case.” While they were still conversing, her mother appeared. Though she normally left matters unattended, having heard from His Excellency Mitarai had made her anxious enough to come observe the situation. “Kako, have you taken your evening medicine?” Her mother inquired as if this were her sole purpose.

“Oh dear, I had forgotten.” “That won’t do.” “I’ll go take it now.”

With that, Miss Kako hurried out. This gave Seto a crucial inspiration as a suitor. "Is there something wrong with Miss Kako?" "Miss Kako is—" "No, not at all." "But she does take medicine." "It's a German health supplement called something-or-other." "It was recommended by the doctor, and she's been taking it on trial lately."

“Is the doctor a military doctor?” “Oh?” “Does that health supplement work?” “How should I put it? There’s nothing actually wrong with her.” “……” “She’s always been the worrying type, you see. A close classmate recently developed a chest ailment, so she grew concerned and had the doctor examine her too.”

“Ah.” “There’s nothing actually wrong, but since she mentioned wanting some preventive medicine, the doctor recommended a health supplement.” “I see.” “Neurotic people are such a bother, don’t you think?”

“Mrs.” “Oh?” “I am aware of Miss Kako’s illness.” “Goodness!” “I also know how to cure it.” “But as you can see, Kako is perfectly healthy—there’s nothing wrong with her at all.” “When I say ‘illness,’ that’s a misleading term. “It is a chronic habit. “And then, the accompanying fear…” “Mr. Seto, if I may say so, you seem to be laboring under some misunderstanding.” “No—there’s absolutely no need to keep it hidden from me alone. “Actually, I was just thinking of approaching you, Mrs., to discuss this matter in confidence.”

Just as Seto grew earnest, Miss Kako returned. "What sort of conversation might this be?" Mrs. Hashimoto could only struggle to comprehend. "Since Miss Kako has arrived, we shall discuss this another time." "It's perfectly all right."

“No—” “What is it, Mr. Seto?” Miss Kako eyed him suspiciously. That evening on his return trip, Seto met with Mrs. Hashimoto once more. Impatient with the drawn-out battle, he aimed to distinguish himself and clinch victory in a single bold stroke. Regarding the “habit,” he avoided explicit details by deeming them unfit for a gentleman’s tongue, yet insisted repeatedly that she needn’t worry—he could remedy it through his own efforts. Bound by General Mitarai’s restrictions, he kept his remarks harmlessly vague. This left him utterly self-assured while rendering his listener completely baffled. The strain of such circuitous thoroughness proved excruciating. Mrs. Hashimoto’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

After handling him dismissively and sending him off, Mrs. Hashimoto immediately consulted His Excellency. “When you consider it, His Excellency Mitarai’s apprehensions truly do have solid grounds.” “Most assuredly, Your Excellency.” “It has already begun progressing steadily.”

"I don't understand what you're saying." "The expression looked utterly tormented." "Perhaps being admonished by His Excellency caused him to have a mild episode." "That simply doesn't hold water!"

His Excellency and his wife tilted their heads in puzzlement once more.

“Mother, what sort of consultation was Mr. Seto involved in?”

Miss Kako pressed for details.

“I simply don’t understand—he only stated that you have a chronic habit.” “A chronic habit?” “Well now. Have you ever told Mr. Seto anything?” “What do you mean by ‘something’?” “Something that might be perceived as hysteria or similar.” “No, absolutely not.” “He said you have a chronic habit unfit for a gentleman’s lips.” “How dreadful!” “Doesn’t that sound utterly scandalous?” “What an impertinent man!”

Miss Kako became indignant.

“What on earth could he be referring to? However—” His Excellency voiced his doubt. “I simply can’t imagine.”

This was Mrs. Hashimoto. “A chronic habit unsuitable for a gentleman’s lips—” “It’s not an illness, then?” “Hmm. He said that calling it a disease would be misleading.” “So, could it be shoplifting?” “How dreadful! Father.” Miss Kako looked like she was about to cry.

“To have my daughter insulted to this extent is intolerable!” “It’s indeed advancing a bit further.” “If he’s a madman, free speech is one thing, but…” “I can only think that’s the case. He was rolling his eyes in distress!”

And Mrs. Hashimoto had completely misunderstood everything.

The next morning, His Excellency Hashimoto visited His Excellency Mitarai, and Seto's qualifications were completely nullified. His Excellency Mitarai had raised no objection from the outset. Upon hearing the account from His Excellency Hashimoto, he found himself astonished at how effectively the poison gas tactics had succeeded. That evening, Seto once again presented himself at the Hashimoto residence, only to be informed that Miss Kako had taken ill and retired to bed.

Influential Sympathizer

It was at the dinner table. On the way back, Mr. Ōtani returns earlier. After leisurely soaking in the bath, he has the luxury of transitioning from bank branch manager to harmonious household head. As for Adachi, nowadays when the days are short, it’s already dark by quitting time. He is quite busy, but compared to his job-seeking days, his state of mind feels more abundant. And he has a persistent fantasy he keeps envisioning. That evening as well, after peeking at the Hashimoto residence’s gate, he returned home. “Mr. Adachi, there was wonderful news today!”

Mrs. Ōtani said with a grin. "What is it?"

“Good news!” “Did I succeed?” “We can’t leap ahead just yet, but Mr. Seto has withdrawn from the race.” “Hah.”

“Now it’s just a competition between you and Mr. Yoshikawa.”

“Is that true?” “Such a thing—I couldn’t possibly tell a lie even in jest. Tonight’s celebration is just a small token of my feelings.” Adachi noticed the whole fish served with head and tail and no longer had any doubts. Mrs.Otani had indeed gone to great lengths for him.

“Thank you very much.” “While paying a visit to the Hashimotos today and discussing various matters, Miss Kako happened to let something slip through her lips.” “I thought padding our numbers would indeed bear fruit after all.”

“What could have happened, I wonder? That schemer...” “It seems another promising marriage prospect has begun.” “Since the madam is one to exercise caution, she likely phrased it that way without directly addressing the matter.” “So that means his rights have been revoked, then.” “Ah.” “When did it start?”

“I didn’t press for details that far, but it’s undoubtedly recent news.” “Since Mrs. Maruo doesn’t know about it yet either.”

Just as Mrs. Ōtani was raising her nose in her signature display of pride, Mr. Ōtani interjected from the side. “Since her ladyship here goes around chattering away, news travels fast.” “Ha ha ha!” “Adachi, congratulations.” “Thank you very much.” “The situation looks promising.” “Ah.” “Thanks to you.” “But you must tighten your helmet straps even in victory.”

“Of course I can’t let my guard down,” Adachi replied. “Others’ circumstances soon become one’s own. If we grow careless, next time we’ll be the ones being served the whole fish with head and tail.” Mr. Ōtani nodded gravely. “It may seem unsporting to wait for our opponent’s failure like this, but we’re already aboard this ship. There’s no turning back now—you must do your very best.” “Ah...” Adachi bowed slightly. “I humbly ask for your continued guidance from here on out.” “Next time,” Mrs. Ōtani interjected with a triumphant flourish, “it’ll be our turn to celebrate Mr. Yoshikawa—Mrs. Maruo included!” Her laughter cascaded through the room like victory chimes. “Ohohoho!”

And Mrs. Ōtani remained as determined as ever to secure victory. Adachi picked at the salted sea bream with his chopsticks and wondered whether there would truly be another opportunity for him to be celebrated. Precisely because he had a good character, he lacked confidence. It was now a one-on-one duel with Yoshikawa, but this guy remained a formidable opponent. Still, Seto's retreat had been a great relief regardless. What had happened to him? Had he really withdrawn because he found a better marriage prospect? Or had he been forced into a situation where he had no choice but to retreat? No—the whole thing might be a scheme. If that were true, things would get serious. Since he was a schemer through and through, there was no telling what kind of plot he might be weaving. Realizing this, Adachi thought he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Just then, Komiya's words flashed through his mind like an inspired revelation. They had been about how Seto would inevitably fall from power, leaving Adachi and Yoshikawa in a head-to-head battle. Everything had come true exactly as predicted. So Adachi called Komiya after dinner to report the news—only to be surprised that he already knew.

“You’re quick to hear things.” “You’re the one who’s slow on the uptake. This is nerve-wracking. You’re making a formal report now, after all this time?” “I heard today.”

“I’ve known since four or five days ago.”

“Hmm.” “How about it? Won’t you come?”

“Well...” “Actually, I’ve made some other inquiries.” “Will you give me a strategy?”

“Hmm.”

“Then I’ll go.” “Wait a moment. Wakako is…” With that, Komiya withdrew and didn’t emerge again. Adachi felt somewhat bitter, thinking that even during a phone call, the guy had to go on about Wakako.

“Hello? Hello?” “…………” “Hello? Hello?” “My apologies, my apologies. 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?” “Nah—if you’re coming, we’ll just make it another time.” “Sorry about this.” “It’s fine—come right over.” Adachi promptly hailed a one-yen taxi and rushed to Nihonbashi. Because he had arrived far too early, Komiya was still in the bath. While he waited, Wakako kept him company.

“I’m sorry to keep you when you were about to go out.” “Not at all—it’s perfectly fine anytime.”

“I’ve been utterly remiss in keeping in touch since then.” “Are you terribly busy?” “Oh.” “They say you’re embroiled in quite the dramatic contest.” “Because Sundays prove ineffective.”

“I’ve heard everything from Seijirou.”

And Wakako had referred to Komiya by his surname without any honorific. “When I think of every last one of my faults being laid bare like this, I can scarcely hold my head up.” “Not at all.” “Well...” “Would there be any need for you to take after Mr. Yoshikawa? The other day when he visited, he held forth at length about the state of the nation.” “Ah.” “They say she’s an extraordinarily beautiful woman, don’t they? With three suitors competing for her hand, it’s certainly no ordinary affair.”

“Since she’s someone with superior bearing, someone like me can hardly measure up.”

“Wasn’t Seijirou also part of the group before?”

“There’s absolutely no such thing.” “I promptly asked about it.” “Of course he denied it, didn’t he?” “Oh. If he were to affirm such a thing, I wouldn’t stand for it.” “It’s all right. Komiya was nothing but earnest.” “I really can’t say.”

“He was different from you and Mr. Yoshikawa. And even though it was called the Tanoana Group, we weren’t always together.” “He made that excuse in his defense.” “Compared to someone like Mr. Seto, who puts on airs of being a person of character, Mr. Komiya is far more of one.” “When it was announced that Mr. Seto had dropped out, Mr. Yoshikawa was thoroughly pleased.”

“Did you know?” “Oh. He came specifically to report it.” “Oh ho. Sharp as ever, that one. That man...”

Adachi tilted his head and pondered deeply. If we supposed he had come and spoken four or five days prior, then even taking the incident itself as having occurred immediately before that, it had still transpired a week earlier. Even Mrs. Ōtani considered it remarkably negligent that this was her first time hearing of it today.

At the moment their conversation lapsed, Komiya appeared. “Sorry ’bout that! Sorry ’bout that!” “Hey.” “Just demonstrating the young master’s discernment, you see.” “Why’s that?” “Did I keep you waiting long? I thought about making you wait even more, but since I’m still not fully seasoned yet, I hurried up here.”

Komiya joked.

“Oh my, you’re all wet.”

Wakako took out a handkerchief and wiped around his forehead. Adachi had braced himself for being shown up like this. “Your getup’s completely taken on the air of a young master now. Not a trace remains of your old self.” “You think so? I’ve been putting in the effort myself.” “He’s different from us.” “This kimono was also Wakako’s selection. A bit subdued in taste, don’t you think?” “I can’t say I fully understand, but you seem completely natural now.” Adachi played along.

“No matter what you put on him, it just doesn’t suit him.” “Oh my, the lower front is hanging down.”

Wakako bent down and gave the upper front of his kimono a firm tug. Komiya spread his arms like a fluttering kite and pretended to stagger. The spectacle was too absurdly foolish to watch with dignity, but there was no help for it now. Adachi turned to business matters the moment Wakako left the room. "I hear you didn't learn about it from Seto himself?"

“Hmm. “It was Yoshikawa-kun who came and told me.” “My prediction will come true, don’t you think?” “I was a bit surprised.” “It’s a one-on-one showdown between Adachi-kun and Yoshikawa-kun. "When it comes to this, I simply can’t stay silent and watch any longer." “Am I the one at a disadvantage here?” “Though a layman like you might not grasp it, Yoshikawa-kun has a certain daunting vigor about him.” “He’s already declaring things as if they’re certain.” “Hmm.” “How about you? “As for your own assessment—” “I finally thought I’d managed to reach an even footing, but somehow the path ahead has suddenly grown dark.”

“Yoshikawa-kun has this tendency to think he aced exams even when he failed, so there’s no telling whether his confidence actually matches reality. But apparently, they aren’t evenly matched after all.”

“Well, well.” “Mr. Yoshikawa has thorough knowledge of the Hashimoto family’s inner workings. “He couldn’t have acquired that level of insight without making significant headway.”

“It’s because their strategist is better. Not that I resent Mrs. Ōtani, but Mrs. Maruo just handles everything more efficiently.” “In any case, you can tell just from Seto’s elimination.” “Yoshikawa knew first.” “You’re only just now catching wind of it and reporting it like you’ve captured a demon’s head—it’s disheartening.” “The rest goes without saying, doesn’t it?” “That’s about right.” “It can’t be helped.” “I’m grasping at straws now.” “I’m counting on you.” “What do you mean by ‘grasp’?” “It’s straw.” “A drowning man will clutch at a straw.” “I’m counting on you.”

“That’s rather a rude way to ask, don’t you think?” “Do something for me. Isn’t helping the underdog what an Edokko does?” “As I’ve said before, I intended to maintain a fair position and watch from the sidelines all along, but Wakako-san wouldn’t have it. She keeps insisting I take your side and help out.”

“This is most welcome.” “This isn’t friendship. If it were friendship, that would be unfair, but for the sake of my affection for Wakako-san, I’ll accept your request and help you out once.” With that, Komiya once again had Wakako to thank. However, in this case, Adachi found no cause for complaint. “A man not under his wife’s thumb can be quite handy in times like these.” “What did you say?” “Ah, no—it’s my own business. I’m counting on you.” “Mr. Yoshikawa is going a bit too far. He’s insulting the very notion of womanhood.”

“Why?” “On top of competing with you all, he’s placed another bet entirely.” “Hmm.” “He’s already doing it right now. He’s saying that if Hashimoto-san’s side isn’t settled within the year, he can secure the other one as long as he agrees.” “This isn’t just some navy vice admiral.” “Since he’s an executive at a heavy industry company, it’ll serve as a stepping stone for his future promotion.” “I’m losing patience here—if you’d just change direction, I’d be grateful.” “It seems his mother keeps urging him to go for someone else, saying she’s better than a difficult person like Kako-san.” “Yoshikawa-kun brought that person’s photo to show me.” “Ah, I can’t fathom what kind of psychological state leads someone to do such things.”

“He’s keeping a foot in both camps, I suppose.” “In an ordinary arranged marriage, that might be acceptable, but since he’s already courting Kako-san, I can’t condone this sort of double-dealing.” “Even in our case, I convinced myself there could be no woman surpassing Wakako-san.” “...”

“Wakako-san also convinced herself there could be no man surpassing me.” “Only when both are convinced this person is the one can they be a true couple, right? Hey.” “What do you think?”

“Hmm.” “Get it together.” “Alright, alright...” Adachi-kun was in no position to raise objections. “However, Yoshikawa believes there could be any number of other possibilities.” “Wakako-san isn’t the sort to entertain such free-thinking ideas, so she became quite indignant.” “Wakako-san cut in, ‘Mr. Yoshikawa, don’t you think that’s going too far?’”

“I see. This is interesting.” “However, Yoshikawa-kun says it’s only natural. They’ve gathered three candidates themselves and plan to choose from among them, so...” “They’re being rather high-handed themselves, you know.” “The argument was that since she’s been proposed to by three people, even Kako-san can’t be blamed for it, you know. I’m naturally on Wakako-san’s side. The three of us really went at it!” “I see.” “Yoshikawa-kun says it’s foolish to show absolute sincerity without understanding the other party’s feelings. Bringing up Seto-kun’s case, he said, ‘A fool will just have to cry himself to sleep even after being put through all that.’ ‘But if I were Seto-kun,’ he said, ‘I wouldn’t withdraw pale-faced.’”

“Did Seto-kun slink away pale-faced?” “Yoshikawa-kun talks as if he witnessed it himself.” “That’s unsettling.” “He lays it out bluntly like this: ‘How unfortunate for you. You’re not the only woman in existence. I’ve already got this one properly secured,’ he declares while immediately producing the photo.” “Does he carry that photo constantly?” “Hmm. ‘Though I’ll likely never use it,’ he claims it’s his trump card.” “Then isn’t that disrespectful to her too?’ Wakako-san became indignant again.”

“But that’s Yoshikawa-kun for you. He’s thought it through,” “Taking precautions to avoid humiliation if things go south.” “Are you part of that flighty crowd too?” “I’m perfectly secure.” “‘We’re watching them precisely because they likely lack that measure of wit.’” “How cruel.”

“Ha ha ha!”

"But I've considered the worst-case scenario too." "What will you do?" "In any case, I won't make an undignified exit, so rest assured." "Threatening me won't work." "Ha ha ha ha!" "Being cautious shows you're not serious." "Because you still retain rationality, your discernment remains active." "Once you're truly committed, you become so single-minded you forget all shame and dignity." "But that's assuming success, isn't it?"

“Anticipating outcomes itself is the mistake. Anticipating shows your discernment’s still working.” “That’s rather extreme of you.” “At least, Wakako-san and I had that sort of relationship.” “You’ve both done quite enough already.” “Wakako-san’s never met Kako-san but feels sympathy as one woman for another. In this situation,” she says, “to properly devote ourselves to Kako-san’s cause, we ought to recommend a sincere country lad like you over someone with Yoshikawa-kun’s flighty notions.”

“How generous of you.” “A country bumpkin will do just fine.” “But there’s no way for us to intervene directly.” “It’s like reading the newspaper and rooting for your favorite sumo wrestler.” “Then that won’t accomplish anything.” “It’s support, after all.” “We won’t limit ourselves to just fielding balls for you.” “Even if you don’t lift a finger yourself, I should still be able to devise strategies.” “That’s exactly it!” “We’ll grasp at any straw within reach.” “Don’t say such rude things.” “I’m a success story in my own right.” “If it comes to lending a hand, I’ll have Wakako-san take action.” “It wasn’t my own idea to call you here tonight.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“There certainly is!” Komiya seemed thoroughly dependable. Complete control.

Seto was urgently summoned by General Mitarai, his matchmaker, via express mail. It was the day after Miss Kako had refused the meeting on the pretext of illness. When he promptly appeared, His Excellency showed him into the study. However, with his arms still crossed, he kept sighing and couldn't bring himself to broach the subject. "Your Excellency." "This is troubling, Seto." "I've surmised as much. Has there been a refusal from Your Excellency Hashimoto?" "You truly are sharp. The truth is, Mr. Hashimoto came to see me himself yesterday."

“I also called on him last night and thought the situation had changed.”

“Did you meet the young lady?” “No, I was turned away at the entrance. It was like having my hand flipped over. To be honest, I’d planned to come tonight both to report and consult when I received your express postcard.” “This has taken an unforeseen turn. It’s difficult for me to broach this myself. The full responsibility lies with me.”

“That isn’t so. Some failing must lie with me.” “No—there’s nothing lacking in you yourself. It’s that I spoke carelessly of unnecessary matters, which has brought about this strange misunderstanding.” “What sort of matter would that be?” “In short, it concerns the young lady’s groundless suspicions. Women and girls do tend to harbor such misunderstandings.” “What misunderstanding?”

“Seto, in any case, I want you to acknowledge that I did everything with good intentions.” “Your Excellency, that goes without saying.” “Initially, when I recommended you to Mr. Hashimoto, I made it clear this wasn’t some recent acquaintance.” “Since we’ve had a long-standing relationship, I patched things up by vouching for his character.” “Even through this, you will infer that I harbored no ill will.” “Your Excellency, no matter what happens, I shall never hold any resentment toward you.” “That’s an excessive courtesy on your part!”

“If you understand it that way, it makes things easier for me.” “The truth is, when I visited the Hashimoto residence the other day, Mrs. Hashimoto inquired about my daughter Fujiko’s marriage prospects.” “As I answered her, I praised you.” “Originally, I had gone there to press for your marriage proposal, so when your name came up, I ended up saying, ‘If Seto were an army officer, there’d be no question about it.’” “That alone might have been acceptable, but what followed was excessive.” “Even though we’ve had a long association and understand each other’s dispositions, I ended up saying there was no helping it.” “I thought showing how much I valued you would improve your standing, but reflecting now, it was a fool’s stratagem.”

“I see.” “It appears Mrs. Hashimoto spoke to the young lady.” “Whether the young lady jumped to conclusions or Mrs. Hashimoto misunderstood matters, the fact remains—it’s been concluded that you and Miss Mitarai have shared mutual affection for years, but since you’re not a military man, this cannot be permitted.” “I see.” “I tried explaining to Mr. Hashimoto that this was an outrageous misunderstanding, but you know how inflexible he is.” “He’s swallowed every word Mrs. Hashimoto has egged him into believing.”

“…………”

Seto looked down and could only let out a deep sigh. Indeed, now that their attitudes had completely changed, he realized there was nothing to do but resign himself to being turned away at the entrance. “Not only that, but they accused you of insulting the young lady and confronted me over it.”

“I see.” “Did you say something improper to the young lady that might have offended her sensibilities?” “There’s absolutely no such thing.” “I simply can’t make sense of it.” “…………”

“You didn’t mention anything about other marriage proposals, did you?”

“I did mention that.”

“Are there any others?” “Well, there was one suggested by the principal.” “You should have refused that.” “I did refuse. I told them about refusing it, but...” “You did specify it came from the principal?” “Yes.” “Then there’s no reason they’d confuse it with Fujiko’s matter. You’re certain there are no others?” “None.” “I assumed you must have made some careless remark that upset the young lady over this affair.”

“I have absolutely never made any improper remarks!” “In any case, Mr. Hashimoto insists you’ve been finding fault with the young lady and is utterly incensed.” “What sort of fault-finding?” “They maintain you called the young lady hysterical.” “This is unconscionable of Vice Admiral Hashimoto! He’s fabricating false charges to disqualify me!” “I share your irritation, but quarreling would ruin our position entirely.” “Then does this mean there’s still hope?”

“It’s not as if I pressed them that hard in our discussions. However, when things get entangled in emotional arguments like this, achieving a peaceful resolution becomes exceedingly difficult. You must steel yourself for this possibility.” “Understood.” “Mr. Hashimoto is hardheaded. Isn’t he said to be ranked as yokozuna in the Navy’s stubbornness rankings?” “He’s an acting ōzeki!”

“So does that mean there’s an even higher rank in the Navy?” “In the Navy?”

“…………” “It’s something even common sense would make clear. You, rushing to win the young lady’s hand, have no reason to bring up her chronic illness and insult her.”

“Your Excellency.” “What is it?” “The mention of ‘chronic illness’ made me realize something. I actually told Mrs. Hashimoto about that chronic illness.” “Hmm?”

“It just so happened to be that kind of opportunity.” “This is a problem, you realize.”

“…………” “Weren’t you told to keep this secret?” “Yes, sir...” “So that’s why Mr. Hashimoto got angry. Ah. When he pressed you about what sort of chronic illness it was, you tried to dodge by calling it hysteria or something! Ha ha ha!” “…………”

“Why did you bring up the issue?” “Actually, since her mother told Miss Kako to take her medicine, I thought it was just the right opportunity.” And since Seto also needed to justify his own position, he provided a detailed explanation of the circumstances at that time. “You rushed your success.” “Understood.” “Now that I think about it, that’s exactly what happened.” “While I acknowledge your intentions, proactively broaching the matter they were keeping secret on their side was an exceedingly clumsy maneuver.”

“I’ve made a mess of things.” “If you’d waited until the relationship had progressed further, that would be one thing—but at this stage, it’s presumptuous.” “Yes, it was premature.” “It’s no wonder they think you were picking a fight.” “You know, there’s no pulse left here.” “It can’t be helped. I brought this upon myself.” “It’s my own doing.” “My ill-advised intervention was the problem.” "No, my recklessness was my undoing." "Of course, remaining silent would make me an inconsiderate matchmaker." “Either way, I’m caught in the middle.”

“The responsibility does not lie with Your Excellency.” “Let me state this clearly—if you don’t keep Miss Hashimoto’s chronic illness concealed from now on, I’ll face difficulties.”

“I’ll keep it secret.”

“There’s one more thing. While this isn’t your fault, this trouble is now affecting our Fujiko.” “Yes, sir...” “That matter too concerns an upcoming marriage arrangement. If foolish misunderstandings spread and rumors arise of mutual affection between them, I won’t know how to handle it.”

“Because of me, all these complications arose—I truly have no excuse.” “But I haven’t told Fujiko.” “She’d fly into a rage if she heard.” “Understood...” “The reason I summoned you to my study was to prevent eavesdropping.” “As for Mr. Hashimoto’s side, I’ll cover it up by claiming you fled in fear of the young lady’s chronic condition.”

“Yes, sir...” “In fact, the young lady didn’t dislike you at all." “It’s simply that things went astray because you touched upon the issue.” “Since she has a chronic condition, she’s flawed goods." “I’ll withdraw, out of respect for our past connections.” “That’s wiser." “I too felt strangely responsible back when I hadn’t made proper inquiries—though that’s neither here nor there now.”

“I must apologize for causing you concern.”

“Oh, it’s nothing—I don’t mind. I wasn’t of any help this time, but such things won’t always be the case. Don’t let this deter you; do keep visiting as you always have.” “Understood. I humbly request your continued guidance henceforth.” “Well then? Where does it bite deepest?” “I must take my leave for tonight.”

“Perfectly acceptable!” “I must admit, my courage has been thoroughly sapped.” “Then come by on Sunday. Since there probably won’t be any more of those surprise visits from the young lady, you can rest easy, right?”

“Well...” “Still clinging to regrets?” “None.” “You’ve likely taken some blows, but this isn’t life’s great trial.” “Naturally it’s trivial. I’ll obtain my degree and make the Hashimotos eat their words.” “That resolve is what counts!”

Your Excellency General Mitarai was maneuvering with his usual mastery. With an age difference akin to that between parent and child—and him being a general seasoned by a thousand battles—even the tactician 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 disappointing to think I lost the competition.” “It’s not a defeat. You executed a strategic retreat at the opportune moment.” “No—since I was compelled to retreat, leaving things as they stand would indeed constitute defeat. However, I believe there exists a method here to balance the scales evenly.” “What do you intend?” “I shall engineer the downfall of both remaining rivals through identical means.”

“I see.” “I’ll drop a bomb on them.” “What sort of bomb? If you go around spreading word of that illness, I’ll be the one inconvenienced.” “Please rest assured. I will not cause Your Excellency any trouble. Through years of acquaintance, I know those two’s weaknesses well—I’ll exploit them.” “You’re getting worked up, aren’t you?” “……”

“It’s only natural. I sympathize. You’re probably not hearing a word I say right now, but doesn’t that attitude violate our original pact? Didn’t we agree that competition stays competition and friendship stays friendship?” “I see...” “Since you’ve already withdrawn from the competition, what remains should be friendship—correct?”

“……”

“No matter how things turn out, leaving no resentment—this principle of yours, that ‘competition is competition, friendship is friendship,’ is something I’ve secretly held in high regard.” “……” “Take some time here to calmly think things over. “And then, it won’t be too late to begin taking action.” “I see...” “How about it? “Won’t you keep your promise to me?” “You were supposed to follow my instructions in every aspect of this matter.” “I see...” “Please consult me regarding all remaining matters as well. “I’ve already set sail on this ship.” “Though my abilities may be lacking, I will do everything in my power to ensure your honor is upheld.” “I have no intention of ever letting the world point fingers at the grandson of Professor Gunpei, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude.”

“I humbly entreat your continued support.” Given their history together, Seto-kun could not bring himself to immediately sever ties with his strategist.

Surprise Visit

Among the three suitors, Yoshikawa-kun had been the frontrunner from the start. As Komiya-kun had pointed out, he had a tendency 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 edge. The estates and houses surrounding the mansion made all the difference. And then there was Yoshikawa-kun himself. Precisely because he was more lighthearted than the logically rigid Seto-kun or the single-mindedly earnest Adachi-kun, his demeanor remained favorable. His mind might be one thing, but he possessed well-developed common sense and was the most socially adept among them. His bearing left nothing to be desired.

“Under normal circumstances, this would have been ours without question.” “It’s only dragging on because some meddler got involved.” Mrs. Maruo, the matchmaker, seethed with frustration. “But one of them suddenly dropped dead.” “Ohohohoho! Dropped dead, you say? How perfectly dreadful!” “Is the cause still unknown?” “Well...” “The madam refuses to speak of it at all.” “But there must have been some unfavorable incident.” “How peculiar...” “That fellow was the very model of rectitude among our group.” “We’d all considered him our paragon of propriety.”

“He may appear every bit the model of rectitude, but something must have occurred.” “No, there’s absolutely nothing of the sort. He’s utterly beyond reproach. Unlike me—no matter where you strike him, not a speck of dust would fly out.” “Mr. Toshihiko.”

“I see...” “You shouldn’t speak so carelessly about such matters!” “What do you mean?” “You’re far too glib with your words, I must say. If you claim he doesn’t produce any dust unlike me, doesn’t that mean you’re admitting you do?” “A certain amount is unavoidable. “I’m only human.” “That’s precisely what’s unacceptable. “Unless you maintain the bearing of a sage or saint—” “No, that’s exactly what gives pause. “Seto-kun may have overdone things with that very approach.”

“What approach?” “He puts on airs of sainthood and preaches.” “Even if you don’t deliver sermons yourself, you’ll bungle this unless you at least maintain a convincing facade of propriety.” “This grows less credible by the minute. They’re all pretense.” “They approach under false colors.” “Ohohohoho!” “Jesting one moment, feigning solemnity the next—these performers keep themselves quite occupied playing dual roles.” “Only a little more endurance now.” “His father’s standing will prove decisive.” “Even Mr.Hashimoto must deliberate carefully.” “With the young lady’s future comfort at stake, they’re surely weighing the local estates against those Hokkaido horses.”

“In any case, Hokkaido is down to one candidate.” “It’s a relief none of those Tosa dogs remained.” “I’ve always been more uneasy around dogs than horses.” “Even His Excellency the Army General becomes utterly worthless under these circumstances, doesn’t he?” “Don’t you think the General didn’t go to much trouble?” “I simply can’t comprehend why the Tosa dog strategy failed.” “The Hokkaido faction may be working diligently, but since they’re being backed by someone unqualified, it can’t amount to much.”

“But that Mrs. Ōtani is remarkably perceptive.”

“Oh my!”

“It’s true.” “She’s thorough in every detail.” “Oh my—with me standing right here!” “Ha ha ha!”

“Whose intentions will reach her first? You will come to understand that before long.” “Is there something good happening?”

“I won’t speak of that,” Mrs. Maruo replied. “Unlike Mrs. Ōtani, I’m merely a graceless creature with no merits beyond laboring unseen in the shadows.” “You humble me,” Toshihiko conceded. “But what is it?” “Stubbornness alone prevents me from saying it outright. When the time comes, I beg you not to lose your composure.” “Hmm...”

On Sunday morning, Yoshikawa was late as usual. His weekly day off always began with sleeping in. He treated his second-floor study as a personal fiefdom where no interference was tolerated. Being an only son, he was thoroughly indulged in every way. But this time, uncharacteristically, the housemaid had come to rouse him. "Young Master." "What is it?" "Madam says—" "You're bothersome. It's Sunday." "A guest has come calling..." "Who? You're noisy this early." "It's Miss Hashimoto herself."

Yoshikawa leapt up. Muttering "Oh no, oh no," he dashed down the stairs. He washed his face. He scraped vigorously with a safety razor. He vigorously combed his disheveled hair. Having finally made himself presentable and rushing toward the parlor, he collided with his father emerging from a room. "My apologies!" Miss Kajo was talking with Mother.

“Oh.” “Oh dear.” “I’ve come to intrude so early in the morning.”

“Welcome. My apologies for the other day.” “No, I’m the one.” “Well, please come in.” His mother tactfully withdrew before long.

“Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Yes?” “It truly has become a surprise attack visit, hasn’t it?” “Thank you very much.” “You haven’t yet had your morning meal, have you?”

“Ah... I overslept more than usual today,” Yoshikawa admitted. “That’s precisely what makes this a genuine surprise visit,” Kako countered. “I panicked.” “The evidence is written all over your face.” “I’m perfectly presentable now.” “No, look—you’re bleeding.” “Ah!” “Right by your sideburns.” Yoshikawa pressed a hand to the spot. “Ah, I see—I nicked myself shaving.” “There’s another one on the left side too.” “That blade always gives me trouble when I replace it.” “Your oversleeping has laid bare the entire backstage chaos of your morning scramble, hasn’t it?”

“That’s just how the world works. It’s not like I usually sleep in, but…”

“Oh my, your mother remarked that you’re always late on Sundays.” “Well, that’s only been the case for the past two or three weeks. Since I consider Sundays my personal time, I’m usually on the earlier side by ordinary standards.”

“That’s quite enough. In any case, I’ve realized you wouldn’t wait for me.” “I was waiting.”

“You’re lying.” “There’s a saying that good fortune comes to those who wait.” “How cunning you are, Mr. Yoshikawa.”

“Ha ha ha!” “I’ll take my leave now, since it would be improper to intrude before your meal.” “Not at all. For me, Sundays always combine breakfast and lunch.”

“Do take a look—haven’t you laid everything bare now?” “I surrender—utterly. I’m no match for someone as clever as you.”

This was Yoshikawa’s standard maneuver. When cornered, he would attempt to placate her. He stood in direct contrast to Seto. His unguarded nature fostered a sense of approachability. At minimum, he avoided inspiring active dislike.

Kako simply needed to keep her opponent flustered. She contentedly launched into conversation. “Mr. Yoshikawa, I meant to tell you but had forgotten. Something amusing happened last night.” “What is it?” “I went to Ginza. Since it was Saturday, Mitsuru kept pestering me.” “I see.” “A young man who looked like a company employee called out to me. He took out a notebook and fountain pen and asked me to sign it. He mistook me for an actress.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Right there in public, you know? I turned bright red. Mr. Adachi got indignant and said, ‘You’re being rude, aren’t you?’ Oh ho ho ho!” “Was Adachi with you too?” “Oh. “He announced me in Ginza as ‘This is His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto’s daughter.’” “Did it trouble you?” “No. Afterwards, Father had a good laugh. “Saturday was Mr. Adachi’s turn, but since Mitsuru kept pestering us, Father extended our parlor visit all the way to Ginza.”

“Was your father with you as well?” “Yes.”

“I see.” “That’s precisely why I made sure to uphold fairness by paying you a visit today.”

That was Miss Kako’s intended explanation. However, a surprise visit that maintained fairness saw its gratitude wane. What he truly desired was for her to decisively discard fairness for his own sake.

Mr. Yoshikawa had photography as a hobby and had been practicing it for years, so he presented his collection of artistic photographs. After explaining and boasting, “Miss Kako, since this is such a perfect opportunity, would you allow me to take some moving pictures of you in the garden?” Yoshikawa proposed. “Well... I really must be going now.” “I won’t take up much of your time.” “Pathé Baby?” “Oh— Please trust the engineer’s skill.” “Could you possibly include Mitsuru as well?” “That’s fine. Let’s make the phone call.”

"You're still considering it, aren't you?" "What do you mean?" "Unlike simple photographs, if it's a movie, I would have to come again to see it." "Ha ha ha!"

“It’s rather inconvenient when you dictate that it must be Saturday evenings.” “I truly can’t rival someone as sharp-witted as you.” “You articulate every thought in my mind before I can voice it myself.”

An all-out struggle in one sustained push.

Over two months had passed since the competition officially began, and the year was now on the verge of changing. Mr. Yoshikawa felt as though he had the stage to himself ever since Mr. Seto dropped out of the race. Though he had feared the Tosa dog—his senior in both intellect and cunning—he had always underestimated the Hokkaido horse. Since it was a newcomer, it was easy to outmaneuver. The advantage he had seized at the starting line still held. In fact, he had even been the first to receive a surprise visit. But that wasn’t all. He had filmed Miss Kako’s moving pictures and gotten her to come see their premiere. That had been a spur-of-the-moment idea. By turning a single visit into two, he was clearly putting his mind to work. It was a trick a horse simply couldn’t manage.

“Mr. Yoshikawa, please keep tonight’s visit a secret from Mr. Adachi.”

“Please keep tonight’s visit a secret from Mr. Adachi,” Miss Kako had said to him as he was escorting her home. When luck was on your side, it just kept coming—her younger brother Mitsuru, who appeared in the film alongside her, happened to be in the middle of exams and couldn’t attend. “Of course I’ll keep quiet,” he replied, “but why?” “Because it wouldn’t be fair.” “Yet the other party has already enjoyed the honor of accompanying you through Ginza.” “That doesn’t count—it was Mr. Adachi’s official visiting day.” “Then could you extend the parlor all the way to Ginza on my visiting day too? Just once would do.”

“That’s easily arranged. I’ll have Mitsuru do the coaxing.”

“Ah. So you used Mitsuru during Mr. Adachi’s turn too?” “That’s not it. That was a coincidence.” “Can’t it be just the two of us?” “That won’t do. They say Japan differs from the West.” “Who declares such a thing?”

“Both Father and Mother.”

“Would it be acceptable if Mrs. Maruo accompanies us?” “Well... If Mrs. Maruo would be so kind as to make the request, then perhaps something could be arranged.” “In that case, I’ll go ahead and ask Mrs. Maruo.” “Mr. Yoshikawa, though this may create another imbalance, might I ask you to arrange a mobile film screening at my residence tomorrow evening?” “That’s easily arranged. I will have the honor of calling on you.” “Mitsuru’s exams will be finished by tomorrow as well.” “He must have been disappointed tonight.”

“Well, he wanted to come, but I stopped him.” “I’ll present it for your viewing at leisure tomorrow evening.” “And this too must remain a secret from Mr. Adachi.”

“Understood.” “Lately, I haven’t seen him at all, so it’s perfectly safe.” “Mr. Adachi is one thing, but Mrs. Ōtani is an exceedingly proactive person.”

“Mrs. Maruo and whom?” “They’re much of a muchness. I find myself quite at a loss.” Mr. Yoshikawa later repeated this conversation in his head and felt his resolve strengthen. He didn’t think he was losing, but he was certainly winning. When it came to Mr. Adachi, that much was decisive. Because he’s such a pushover, they’ve got his measure. Even so, the mastiff’s retreat came as a relief. Just as he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders, it was the matter of Seto.

“The mastiff’s kicked the bucket.” “A relief—truly.” “The nag may still be breathing down our necks—but what’s there to fear from broken-down dray horse?”

Yoshikawa had been exhibiting heightened vigor of late.

“Mr. Toshihiko,” “Yes?”

“It’s already ours—if we just keep outmaneuvering them this way.” Mrs.Maruo was also triumphant. “Our success with the surprise visit came from being the first to seize it. “Things have visibly progressed well since then.”

“When you say our side was first, does that mean their side will come afterward?” “Precisely.” “They’ve never approached their side—not once before or after.” “Are you certain? That... If we could clarify that point, I could act far more decisively...” “The reconnaissance report has arrived. They haven’t come yet, nor do they intend to.” “How can you be sure?” “When I met her at the Hashimotos’, I made certain to thank Miss Kako right before that woman’s eyes.” Then Miss Kako adopted a most troubled expression. “As for Mrs. Ōtani—Ohohoho!”

“What’s the matter?” “At first, she turned ashen. Then she turned bright red. That woman’s a turkey! Why, I even know her skin’s been discolored from layers of face powder!” “It’s truly terrifying, the things between women.”

“What? “Mr. Toshihiko, what do you mean by ‘things between women’?” “It’s about observational skills.” Yoshikawa deflected. The truth was he’d meant it as jealousy. “There’s simply no one as rude as that. “Given how matters have unfolded recently, there’s nothing to be done—but she was being confrontational from the very start.” “That’s a classic case of two heroes unable to coexist, I suppose. Ha ha ha!” “But I’m not even regarding someone like that as competition.” Though Mrs.Maruo denied it verbally, the beauty contest remained a stronger motivator than the matchmaking rivalry itself.

“But anyway…”

“What is it?” “Ha. Ha. Ha.”

“Are you suggesting that woman is beautiful?”

“Well... In all fairness,” “That’s not fair and square at all.”

“I apologize for my rudeness.”

“Not at all, it’s perfectly fine—truly. “You’re simply acknowledging that a lovely woman is lovely.” “Never mind the digressions—it’s my turn now. “Since we took the initiative with the surprise visit, I naturally think the situation is favorable, but...” “Toshihiko, you’re being underhanded.” “Why do you say that?” “You’re the one who brought up the digression, and now you’re trying to flee from it.” “It’s not exactly that I’m fleeing, but...” And Mr.Yoshikawa could not avoid an unguarded moment. If he had simply acknowledged Mrs.Maruo’s absolute authority and let her handle all the drudgery, things would have been fine—but his tendency to banter with her only complicated matters. The primary reason he bantered with her was simply that Mrs.Maruo was young and beautiful. Of course, Mr.Yoshikawa himself was not consciously aware of this fact. Mrs.Maruo, too, in her heated rivalry with Mrs.Ōtani, failed to notice this fact.

“For your reference, I shall take note of it. What sort of person you consider beautiful—I believe I must know this as your matchmaker.” “It goes without saying—someone like Miss Kako.” “But didn’t you find the photograph from the other day quite to your liking?” “That’s the backup option.” “In that case, most people would meet your approval, wouldn’t they? Even if I exhaust myself running about on your behalf, there’s no point in my efforts.”

“It’s a precaution—to avoid embarrassment in case of emergencies.” “What exactly do you find appealing about Mrs. Ōtani? Toshihiko.” And Mrs.Maruo pressed the attack head-on. For her, this was a more critical issue than Yoshikawa marrying Miss Kako. “In that case, I’ll tell you. This story’s from my student days—the statute’s long expired—but one day when we’d all gathered at Adachi’s place, I recited, ‘If I were to take a wife...’ All sorts of opinions came pouring out. Just as the conversation was getting lively, Mrs. Ōtani came upstairs. Then everyone turned bright red and fell silent. After she recommended tea and went downstairs, we all exchanged glances. ‘What do you think?’ ‘It’s that.’ ‘That’s it.’ ‘Exactly.’—all four of us agreed. One guy got carried away and actually saluted the spot where she’d been sitting.”

“Who!” “That was—” “Ha. Ha. Ha.” “You—”

“To tell the truth—” “You’re a delinquent. I shall inform Miss Kako.” “Absolutely not.”

“Oho ho ho.” “It was during my preparatory course days, so my discerning eye hadn’t fully developed yet.” “There’s no denying she’s beautiful, but being a civilian, her tastes lean toward the commoner side.” “That must be precisely why she appeals to young gentlemen who’ve only ever seen café waitresses.” “Oh...” “I shall tell Madam she’s as voluptuous as a dahlia flower. “It means she lacks refinement—not that someone of her station would grasp such sarcasm.”

“Do you often cross paths at the Hashimotos’?”

“Oh... But this creates such an awkward situation, you realize? You outmaneuvered me first and now pretend not to notice a thing.”

“That’s mutual.” “Oh? When was our side ever outmaneuvered?”

“Well...” “There’s no reward for my efforts.” “Of course our side holds superiority. We seized the initiative through surprise visits.” “Mr. Toshihiko, while I’ve heard this refrain repeatedly since earlier, your assumptions about subsequent developments are fundamentally flawed. Neither before nor after has he ever set foot in their residence.” “Yet I doubt the veracity of that claim.” “Our reconnaissance confirms it. We’ve ascertained even the foundation stains beneath her powder.” “Rest assured their faction engages in equivalent machinations.”

“That’s precisely why I took the liberty of informing you beforehand that you’ll soon come to understand whose earnest endeavors will bear fruit.”

“Ah. So that was the prelude to a surprise visit?” “Since it’s been settled, this must be the prelude, mustn’t it?” “I see.” “It’s possible that Mrs. Ōtani, with all her patronage, may have arranged this.” “I am deeply obliged. This is precisely the case.”

Yoshikawa bowed respectfully. “Are you certain we’re not miscalculating our bearing?” “I must beg your pardon.”

“Oho ho ho ho.” “Since our side has monopolized surprise visits thanks to you, Madam, I naturally think the situation is favorable, but...” “But what is it?” “If I may take you up on your kind words, there’s something I’d like to discuss.”

“Toshihiko-san, I’ve been voicing my grievances since earlier.” “Unlike those ostentatious sorts, I don’t make grand displays of my efforts—yet they still won’t deign to acknowledge them.”

“I acknowledge it. It was merely an ill-considered jest, so I must beg you to regain your composure.”

“I feel quite uneasy when someone brings up Mrs. Ōtani during serious discussions.” “My apologies.” “I shall exercise restraint henceforth.” “What sort of consultation did you wish to have?”

“With things easing up a bit during the year-end and New Year holidays, I’d like to take this opportunity to settle matters in one fell swoop—what do you think?” “I’ve been considering that as well. Even if the situation remains favorable, there’s no telling what interference might arise if things drag on—it’s best not to delay.” “In that case, merely going on visiting days to curry favor isn’t enough. If that’s all we’re doing, they’re doing the same on their side—this will never be settled.”

“What would you have us do?” “In that case—”

“That’s where the matchmaker’s skill comes into play.”

“Well.” “How coercive.” “A resourceful person could devise countless strategies—like inviting them to see Ginza’s Christmas market or using New Year’s Day to host them—wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, well...” “In short, I’d like you to provide an opportunity for the two of us to join hands.” “Mr. Toshihiko—is that a request? Or a demand?”

“I don’t know who’s behind this, but I’ll leave it in your hands.” “After all, we’ve truly reached the final stretch.” Yoshikawa replied bluntly. “I shall arrange it—to the best of my humble abilities.” “...to the best of my humble abilities.” “I apologize for dictating terms like this, but our first priority must be the Christmas market.” “Understood.” “As for the second, third, and fourth priorities, I trust you already have strategies in mind, so I shall entrust them to your discretion.” “How coercive of you, Toshihiko-san.” “I’m being serious—now that matters have progressed this far.”

“My competitive zeal is awakening too.” “Rather than zeal, show me strategic ingenuity.”

“Well, well...” “Do you have any ideas?” “I just remembered something about Christmas. “Among my husband’s acquaintances is a secretary at the American Embassy. “He’s American, of course. “As befits a diplomat, his wife is truly a beautiful woman. “She was so impressed by my visiting attire that she had a full ensemble made—she’s quite the Japan enthusiast. “We took a photograph together. “That photograph apparently appeared in an American magazine.” “What does that wife have to do with anything?”

“Since both my husband and I receive invitations to their Christmas celebration every year, I shall make arrangements now so we may bring you two along as our guests.”

“This is most gracious.” “If it’s such an occasion, Miss Kako will surely be delighted to join us as well.” “A truly splendid opportunity will be provided.” “This goes far beyond mere handshakes.” “What sort of opportunity are you referring to?” “This is merely a sudden inspiration.” “Unlike civilian wives, my social circles are international!” “Does my social sphere not deserve some praise?” “Your preambles are interminable.” “It’s a proper Christmas.” “Since we intend to revel as though returning to America for a night, we’ll observe all their customs.” “There is a room where mistletoe is hung from the ceiling.” “You know about this custom, don’t you?” “Under that mistletoe, whoever catches whom for a kiss is granted immunity—that’s the rule.”

“I see.” “Of course, it’s all festive tomfoolery, but I hear they actually use that custom over there to declare marriage proposals.” “If it grants immunity, I’d do it even without a proposal.” “It’s a tactical advantage.”

“Well. You aren’t exactly a paragon of virtue yourself, Mr. Toshihiko.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Because those Western pranksters lie in ambush there, one can’t pass through heedlessly.” “Yet it appears you simply must traverse that route regardless.” “The only ones who strut through unbothered are portly old matrons.”

“Ha ha ha!” “Someone like me gets targeted by everyone—it’s no simple affair.” “You weren’t caught yourself?”

“No—my husband and I passed through hand-in-hand,” Mrs. Maruo replied. “We even seized the opportunity ourselves as a married couple!” “What nonsense! That’s absurd!” “Oh ho ho ho!” “I’m consulting you in earnest about this matter.” “My apologies—oh ho!” “Still, you truly are exceptional,” Yoshikawa pressed on. “Your social connections are vast, and your ideas refreshingly innovative. I must insist on your arrangements for that Christmas affair.” “Consider it done,” Mrs. Maruo assured him. “There remains ample time yet. Let us deliberate thoroughly and devise a proper schedule spanning the year’s end and New Year’s commencement.”

And Mrs. Maruo would continue strategizing indefatigably as his military tactician.

Commensurate Achievements Adachi, who had been on the back foot from the start, invariably lacked confidence. Just when he thought the situation was favorable and rejoiced, the other party—be it Seto or Yoshikawa—had already surpassed that. Seto’s downfall had been a great relief, yet he couldn’t help but see it as a harbinger of his own fate. When he proudly reported to Mrs. Ōtani that accompanying her to Ginza marked a great leap forward, Yoshikawa had already seized the honor of making a surprise visit immediately afterward. Mrs. Ōtani’s reconnaissance was equally thorough.

“There’s absolutely no need to be pessimistic. I’ll repay Mrs. Maruo with interest someday, you know.” Mrs. Ōtani said to encourage him.

“If there’s truly no chance, I’ll give up as things stand now.” “You’re so timid, you know.” “Since even Seto couldn’t make it, it makes me think.” “Have you noticed anything particular about Miss Kako’s attitude?” “Well, her attitude hasn’t changed in the slightest, but the plain fact remains that Yoshikawa has outmaneuvered me.” “We just need to outmaneuver them all at once for you. This side will claim final victory.” “That’s precisely what feels so uncertain.” “Because it all builds up until the very end.” “And they…”

“What about them?”

“Komiya has been saying it too.” “What?” “He says it’s not an even match.” “Apparently, the other side is ahead.” “He said he can’t just sit back and watch.”

“Mr. Adachi.” “Yes?”

"I've been striving with all my might too, you know." "I understand that. I'm truly grateful." "Not at all. There's no call for gratitude. You think my methods fall short." "That isn't so." "I've no intention of losing to some Mrs. Maruo, but our situation differs entirely from households where the husband's a petty bureaucrat forever away on official trips. With me bound to home duties, we keep getting outmaneuvered time after time—you have my deepest apologies."

“Mrs. Ōtani, I’m not voicing any complaints here.”

“Then is everything acceptable as it stands now?” “Well... For my part, I’m satisfied enough.” “So you went out after getting advice from Mr. Komiya.” “It wasn’t exactly advice he gave me—he just said you ought to do more.” “I’ve been considering it too! But unlike Mrs. Maruo, I can’t gad about outside the house every single day.” “I understand perfectly well—that’s precisely why I truly can’t expect anything further at this stage.”

“So that’s why you’re making Mr. Komiya your last hope?”

“First, that part.” “I’m still hopeless after all.” “In what way?” “Because they’ll discover it immediately.” “Ohoho!” “It’s just a flimsy pretext.” “Even as you talk of stratagems, that ‘after all’ escapes your own lips.” “Ah, true enough! Ha ha!” “Though we may appear outflanked, I’ve secured every vital position with ironclad safeguards—you needn’t fret.” “The New Year brings fresh opportunities.” “You shall witness them yourself.”

“I leave the rest to you.” “I’ll be going now.”

With that, it was precisely Adachi-kun’s scheduled visiting day.

Unlike the beginning, Kako-san did not necessarily appear in the parlor immediately. She usually made them wait. Recently, the fact that this waiting time was gradually growing longer was another source of concern. Adachi-kun settled himself beside the electric stove and began flipping through the pages of the magazine he had seen last week. Before long, the door opened, and when he turned around, Mitsuru-kun came in grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome.”

“Good evening.” “I’ve come to trouble you again.”

“I’ve been waiting for you.” “Have you finished your exams yet?” “Yes.” “So you’re on break now?” “Three days left. My school makes us attend classes even after exams finish—it’s such a hassle.” “Have you gotten your results back?” “I came in third.” Mitsuru-kun said proudly. He was a third-year middle school student. “Splendid!” “I moved up to second place this time.” “A studious person truly stands apart.” “The English section had the exact questions you quizzed me on.” “Ah, I see.” “Mr. Yoshikawa is hopeless, isn’t he?”

“Why is that?” “He lied to me.” “Something felt off, so when I asked the teacher, it turned out wrong.” “Mr. Seto really does know his stuff.” “Well, he does work as a teacher.” “You’re plenty capable too.” “Father asked who was most competent.” “Though it’s settled now.” “What did he say?”

“First place was Mr. Seto, second was you, and Mr. Yoshikawa failed, he said.”

“Why did Yoshikawa-kun fail?”

At this, Adachi-kun unconsciously leaned forward from his chair. “He bluffs through things. Even when he can’t do something, he forces some connection anyway. When I think something’s off and check with the teacher afterward, they’re usually wrong.” “I see.” “He doesn’t say outright like you do—‘I just don’t understand this part at all.’”

“Did you tell Father about those things too?” “Yes. “For honesty rankings: Mr. Adachi first, Mr. Seto second, Mr. Yoshikawa failed.” “Ha ha ha!” “Mother asked too.” “About what?” “‘Who do you like best?’” “Then I’d be first, right?” “Exactly. “Mr. Yoshikawa came second, Mr. Seto failed.” “What’s the reason?” “Mr. Seto looked down on me from the start. “As proof—even when talking with me, he forgets everything when my sister enters. “Mr. Yoshikawa’s somewhat like that too. “He takes me to moving pictures and such, but there’s no real sincerity. “When I asked him to film my high jump practice, he claimed there was no film left. “There’s plenty of film!”

“Ah…” “They’re only using me. “But you’re different. “Remember that time when even after my sister arrived, you kept talking with me so intently that I got scolded?” “Ha ha ha!” “I’m not just flattering you.” “Thank you. “Did you tell Mother about such things?”

“Yes. Since it’s not a lie, that’s okay, right?”

"I certainly don't mind." "I don't want to be treated like a fool just because I'm a middle school student." Mitsuru asserted himself with unusual intensity. Adachi felt his resolve solidify. He hadn't realized it before, but making a favorable impression on Mitsuru-kun struck him as tremendous fortune. This was Miss Kako's younger brother. Even a boy held a decisive vote in the selection.

“Mr. Adachi.” “Yes?” “I’m working on mental test questions tonight.” “Are you imitating your father?” “Nah, it’s just a joke mental test.” “They’re popular at school.” “Is it a pun?” “Middle school students these days are much more advanced.” “A riddle, right?” “No, that’s not it either.” “Shall I show you an example?” “By all means.” “There’s a business that measures people with a square measuring box.” “What could it be?”

“Hmm…” “It’s a large square measuring box. “A business that measures people from morning till night. “It’s quite busy.”

“I don’t get it.” “Elevator girl.” “I see.” “It’s a square measuring box. They measure people and load them in. I came up with this one myself.” “If that’s how it is, I understand. I thought it was supposed to be solved with wordplay.” “I hear you received your education in jokes from Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Did Yoshikawa go so far as to reveal even that?” “Ha ha ha!” “It’s to restore my honor. Please give me another one. I’ll get it this time.”

And Adachi-kun braced himself. “There’s a business that cuts and eats humans. What is it?” “Well…” “This one was thought up by my friend. None of them could figure it out and gave up.” “Wait a second. Humans being eaten—no, cut and eaten…” “It’s a business that cuts and eats humans.” “I’ll think about it.”

“It’s devilishly difficult, you know. “It’s a rare line of work.” “It’s a specialized field.” Just as Mitsuru was delighting in troubling Adachi, Miss Kako entered. “Welcome.” “Good evening.” “I apologize for keeping you waiting.” “No, not at all, samurai samurai!”

As Adachi-kun greeted Miss Kako, he did not neglect Mitsuru either.

“Samurai?”

“Huh? Mitsuru, you’re a samurai, aren’t you?” “No.”

“Then you’re an executioner.” “No.” “Hmm. I don’t get it.” “It’s a modern profession. That’s what makes it fun!” “What’s all this? What on earth…?” Miss Kako asked. “It’s a mental test. You must be part of the same equation. I have absolutely no idea.” Mitsuru declared triumphantly.

“You’re so cheeky.” “Ha ha ha!” “Off with you!”

“Adachi, I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“Understood, Mitsuru. A swordplay actor?” And Adachi-kun stopped him.

“No.” “What is it?” “Then…?” “It’s an anatomy professor.” “I see.”

“Both were failures, weren’t they?” “I only understood that ‘eating’ was the meaning of life, but...” “Adachi,” And Miss Kako encouraged him with her voice. Mitsuru had run off. “Hah.” “Did you come to visit Mitsuru for fun?” “Well, not exactly...” “So you’re planning revenge?” “It’s because I kept you waiting.”

“That’s absolutely not what I meant.”

“...” “Miss Kako.” “You see, Fridays are particularly busy for me.” “After going from tea ceremony to flower arrangement, I must take my meal immediately upon returning home.” “Even when bathing, I didn’t want to keep you waiting—so I came up without properly warming myself.” “I’m terribly sorry.”

“And you didn’t consider that either—deliberately talking only to Mitsuru this way.” “I must apologize for my rudeness.”

And Adachi—tonight's attempt to consciously win Mitsuru's favor was a failure. He had placed too much importance on a single vote. "If I catch a cold, it'll be your fault." "Please come over here. This side is warmer, don't you think?"

“I’m fine right here.” “This chair is more comfortable. Please, Miss Kako.” “My, my, your treatment has suddenly become so formal.” “That’s frightening.” “Oh ho ho!” “Ha ha ha!” “Adachi, that was a mental test.” “Oh...” “I thought if I showed anger, you might grow angry too—so I tested you properly. Though I must confess, I did feel slightly cross myself.” “I acted thoughtlessly without meaning to.” “It’s perfectly fine now.”

“I thought I might be ordered to leave.” “Of course not. You’re a guest.” “I’ll be more careful from now on.” “I absolutely detest being ignored, you know. But if I’d just hinted at it, you wouldn’t have understood—isn’t it better for me to say exactly what I think?”

“Ah…” “I’ve been told by Mother that I’m selfish, and I might be a bit that way, you know.”

“There’s absolutely no such thing.”

“Really?” “Ha ha ha!” “Do take a look.”

Miss Kako pretended to glare.

After a long time, His Excellency Vice Admiral Hashimoto appeared in the parlor. Adachi thought it would be another night of mental tests. His Excellency was truly someone he struggled to handle.

“How are things at the bank?” “Things remain much the same as ever.” “You must be especially busy at year-end?” “Ah… They say we’ll be working straight through New Year’s Eve.” “A wretched lot indeed.” “But I suppose you receive a substantial bonus instead?” “It’s hopeless. “I can’t even tell if someone like me is of any use to the bank at all.” Before they knew it, this exchange had drifted into a discussion of self-cultivation. When asked if he engaged in any mental discipline, Adachi thought it prudent to claim he did, replying that he had recently taken up calligraphy. In truth, it was Mr. Ōtani who had practiced it for years. He was really quite the show-off about it. One evening when Adachi had lamented his poor penmanship causing him trouble, someone offered instruction, and with no way to refuse, he had begun practicing about a week prior.

“Taking up calligraphy seems an odd pursuit for a young man.” “Though it will steady your mind and make for good self-cultivation.” “It’s more a necessity than self-cultivation.” “My skills are simply too poor.” “Well, everyone uses pens these days anyway—put a brush in their hands and they can’t keep proper form.” “We’re both in the same boat, but there’s something undeniably refined about exceptional penmanship.” “I thought pens would suffice, but there are times when one must use a brush.” “I was made keenly aware of that recently.” “That became the motivation for my resolve.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“A colleague got married. When we all gave a gift, a thank-you letter arrived. It was written with a brush on formal paper. Since it was a joint signature of about thirty people headed by the section chief, it was over ten feet long. It was put up on display, but the handwriting was extremely poor. They all gathered around in a crowd and started badmouthing it. Of course, the person in question was away on their honeymoon.”

“I see.” “When I asked about it, I was told such thank-you letters must always be written with a brush as a matter of custom.” “So you promptly resolved to do something about it, then?” “Well, that’s not quite it, but...” “Ha ha ha!” “Marriage matters and calligraphy may be unrelated, but at any rate, I thought I didn’t want to be laughed at. That’s why I…”

And Adachi, having become flustered, displayed his usual mannerism.

“That’s quite all right. Being well-prepared never hurts.” “That’s not what I meant by preparation. It’s intended as mental discipline.” “It’s something you resolved to do yourself. You should continue since you’ve begun.” “Yes, sir.” “Please take your time here. I must excuse myself now.”

With that, Vice Admiral Hashimoto left.

“Mr. Adachi.” “Yes.” “Isn’t this calligraphy practice rather premature?” teased Kako. “I’m sorry.” “Not at all.”

"I ended up saying something like that." "It's perfectly all right."

"I've worked up such a sweat." Adachi wiped his forehead. The honest man was still holding his own in this manner. If he thought she would wait for him even while he kept up his calligraphy practice, Kako surely wouldn't be displeased.

The Last Resort

Yoshikawa had intended to use the year-end and New Year period to settle matters in one fell swoop, but all of Mrs. Maruo’s carefully devised plans had gone awry. He hadn’t even managed to secure her company for the Christmas market. Yoshikawa had gone along to the Americans’ Christmas celebration with Mr. and Mrs. Maruo,

“This is it.”

He looked up at the mistletoe resentfully. Kako had caught a cold and remained secluded from year's end through the first week of the New Year. It wasn't serious, but remained unclear. Since she was expected to make a full recovery eventually, visits were currently prohibited. For Adachi, this derailment of plans might have been an unexpected boon. Because the bank kept him busy until late on New Year's Eve, all year-end maneuvers had been completely restricted. On New Year's Day, Yoshikawa and Adachi crossed paths. It had been Adachi who had gone out to deliver New Year's greetings. Though it had been some time since his last visit, their conversation failed to gain momentum.

“Since you’ve come to visit, I’ll take my leave now. Let’s both adopt a policy of simplicity,” said Yoshikawa. Even close friends inevitably became fixated when engaged in a competition. Competition was competition; friendship was friendship. This was an admirable phrase, but they didn’t even have the leisure to consider how difficult it was to put into practice. As for Seto, he hadn’t even sent a New Year’s card.

Mr. Adachi visited Mr. Komiya on the second. Since it was a New Year’s visit, he had intended not to mind whether he was home or not, but as it happened, Komiya was there and welcomed him in, practically pulling him inside. “You just missed him by a step! Seto left just now. Didn’t you run into him around there?” Komiya lamented. “I don’t even want to meet that bastard.” “What’s that?”

“Ha ha ha.” “What a shame. If you’d met him, you might’ve gotten a better sense of things.” “That’s how it was, then? Was he in good spirits?” “He doesn’t touch on the matter at all. Just said he’d been strictly warned by General Mitarai.” “What could that mean?” “No use asking. It seems cruel to interrogate someone who’s already failed. More importantly, how’s your situation?” “It isn’t making any headway.” “Is the tide against you?” “Things have stalled at a slight disadvantage. Miss Kako is ill.”

“Hmm.” “It’s nothing serious. “She’s just come down with a bit of a cold.” Miss Wakako came out and, as usual, mediated without letting anyone feel inferior. However, since there was also an element of showing off, Adachi felt deeply obliged. “By the way, Adachi,” “Hmm.” “We’ve finally settled it.” “We’ll hold our ceremony after Setsubun.” “Congratulations.” “Look here. “Miss Wakako is hiding her face.”

“Congratulations, Miss Wakako.” “Thank you very much.” Even Miss Wakako turned red. “That’s too bad.” “There’s no need for formalities.” “I was planning to take your situation into account, but I ended up forgetting.” “That’s awful.” “But I have done the research. The world is small. Miss Wakako’s close friend from elementary school graduated from the same girls’ school as Miss Kako. I believe they were definitely classmates.”

“Hmm.”

“If that person gets married, Miss Wakako would naturally be invited to the reception through family connections.” “If we ask them to invite Miss Kako too, that would create a link between them.” “I see.” “If they’re actually Miss Kako’s close friend, we’ve practically won already.” “Miss Wakako could sway Miss Kako through them.” “This sounds promising.” “When is this person getting married?”

“That’s what I don’t know.” “What do you mean? How dull.” “But since she’s the same age as you, Miss Wakako, something can definitely be arranged through that connection.”

“While you’re saying such things, Yoshikawa will snatch her away.” “Is the situation really that urgent?” “It’s urgent. Because Miss Kako is sick, it’s like we’re saved for the time being.” “If she’s healthy, does that make it risky?”

“I just thought of something.” “You’re such a fool. If that’s how it is, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “I only realized it yesterday. When I met Yoshikawa after a long time, his attitude had completely changed. He might as well have said ‘You’re done for.’”

“All right,” Komiya declared. “I’ll get the Nihonbashi brother to pitch in.” “I’m counting on you,” Wakako replied. “We’ll have that person directly influence Miss Kako.” “But are they truly close friends? With Miss Kako, I mean.” “If they’re not close friends, we’ll have them ask someone who is,” Komiya strategized. “Another request would handle it. All we need to do is drop a single bomb.” “A bomb?” “Isn’t Yoshikawa playing both sides?” he pressed. “We’ll expose that. He’s actually carrying around a photo of his secondary candidate. I think letting such an insincere suitor win would insult all women.”

“But…” “What is it?” “I’d prefer to use ordinary methods.” “It seems we agreed not to pick our methods.” “Besides, they might be doing who knows what over there.” “They’re certainly doing it.” “We’ll do it too.” “Yoshikawa’s methods aren’t acceptable even to the secondary candidate.” “Keeping someone in reserve just in case is utterly dishonest.” “Since we’re condemning them from a position of justice, it doesn’t matter one bit.” “Then when it looks like we’re about to lose, go ahead and do it.”

“Is there any chance?”

“There’s a slight chance. At any rate, I want to win fair and square.”

And the honest man was indeed timid.

It was unthinkable.

“I simply can’t find this the least bit amusing, no matter how I look at it.”

Adachi’s strategist Mrs. Ōtani darkened the countenance she prided as beautiful. Her husband Mr. Ōtani found himself at a loss. Adachi felt thoroughly ill at ease since this trouble had sprung up through his own doing. Before long he retreated upstairs.

“That’s enough already. It’s pointless.”

Mr. Ōtani said reproachfully. “She’s truly a woman who mocks people.” “She goes behind people’s backs and does nothing but strange things.” “What do you mean? It probably just happened by chance.” “Because they used the old timetable that Seto had left vacant.” “Even so, since it concluded with Mr.Yoshikawa’s turn at year-end, now it’s Mr.Adachi’s turn.” “There’s no rule saying we must start with Mr.Yoshikawa!” “They didn’t consider that point and carelessly started with the old order.”

“Mrs. Maruo orchestrated this.” “She aimed to disgrace me.” “Well...” “They keep visiting the Hashimotos for idle chatter – clearly they’ve outmaneuvered us!”

“She’s not someone who schemes to that extent.”

“You’re such a strange person.” “What is it?” “Even though your own wife is being insulted, you take Mrs. Maruo’s side!” “It’s not favoritism or anything.” “But isn’t that just an excuse?” “It’s a fair and impartial assessment.” “So am I the one at fault here?” Mrs. Ōtani showed great agitation. “Neither is at fault. If you want to blame someone, they’re both at fault.” “I won’t stand for it! Being lumped in with someone like that—”

“I find it pointless too—being splashed by this absurd competition’s spray only to face your sour looks.” “It’s because you lack heartfelt sympathy! You instantly dismiss things as foolish and let calculations lead everything—that’s precisely your nature!” “Doesn’t victory make everything right in the end?” “Victory’s impossible like this—utterly hopeless!” “Is our position truly that desperate?”

“Aren’t we clearly being outsmarted here? The opposition isn’t just the wife—even her husband has gotten serious about scheming up all sorts of plots.” “Are you saying I should enter the fray now?” “Well... I’d like you to call on the Hashimotos at least once.”

“There’s no opening.”

“Since it’s the beginning of the year, wouldn’t it be proper to convey our thanks for Mr. Adachi’s constant visits and the care he’s been receiving?”

“It would seem odd to start currying favor now, wouldn’t it?” “We must curry favor.” “They have both husband and wife working in tandem.” “Even if we must bend over backward sevenfold and eightfold, we absolutely must secure victory here.” “I’ll do whatever’s required if circumstances demand it.” “If visiting becomes necessary, I’ll go—so improve your disposition.” “Returning from the bank to find you sulking makes for poor entertainment.”

“I’ll be careful too, but you need to get serious as well. Poor Mr. Adachi.”

“You seem rather glum these days.” “We’re being outmaneuvered, I tell you! They don’t breathe a word to you, but to me they keep sighing about how ‘This whole affair requires bromural powder’—enough to make anyone worry themselves sick!”

“You’re being foolish.” “Mr. Adachi would lose face, but since we were the ones who started this as his backers in the first place, losing here would bring us great shame.” “Even without all this, I already have a prior entanglement with that Mrs. Maruo.” Mrs. Ōtani was referring to the beauty competition. She had not forgotten her resentment over being told that the patterns she had chosen were too flashy. If one were to list them all, there were several others. And with Mr. Adachi’s marriage competition entangled in all this, the relationships were becoming quite complicated.

After the New Year’s period had passed, Miss Kako made a full recovery.

The visits began again. Mr. Adachi had naturally assumed it would be his turn next, yet Mr. Yoshikawa ended up taking the opening slot. Even though it had concluded with Mr. Yoshikawa's turn at year's end, it started anew with his turn again. Mr. Adachi could not help but tilt his head in confusion. Mrs. Ōtani surmised this unfair arrangement resulted from Mrs. Maruo's meddling. "Mr. Adachi, I absolutely cannot stay silent about this!" "It's alright. There's nothing we can do." "This will set a dangerous precedent." "I shall go inquire with Mrs. Hashimoto about proper protocol."

“Please refrain from that—it will only make my position worse,” Adachi said in a panic. Mrs. Ōtani quarreling with Mrs. Maruo was acceptable enough. Even if they came to blows, it was a matter of personal pride—but should anything upset Mrs. Hashimoto’s feelings, all would be lost.

Mrs. Maruo and Mrs. Ōtani occasionally ran into each other at the Hashimoto residence. Mrs. Ōtani thought Mrs. Maruo was constantly lingering there, though this wasn't strictly true. There were times when Mrs. Maruo would arrive while she herself was visiting. But Mrs. Ōtani never counted those instances. Only the opposite situations left an impression. When face to face, they exchanged every courtesy while resentment smoldered in their hearts. There had already been numerous instances of exquisitely polite yet barbed exchanges between them. Having resolved to speak bluntly this time, Mrs. Ōtani waited several days for her chance—then spotted Mrs. Maruo's shoes at the Hashimotos' entrance. Mrs. Maruo had apparently just arrived and finished greeting Mrs. Hashimoto. The neighborhood fire causing a commotion the previous night became their immediate topic.

“Since my husband is away on official business, I was truly beside myself with worry about what might happen.” Mrs. Maruo never missed an opportunity to boast about how her husband was thriving in the bureaucratic world. However, according to Mrs. Ōtani, going out to the provinces so early in the New Year was lower-tier work.

“Fires are certainly dreadful, but there’s something even more dreadful.” “Is it an earthquake?” “No—looters who prey on fires.” “But government officials rushed straight to my residence.” “At mine too—every last bank employee came flocking over, making such a commotion it nearly eclipsed the fire itself.” “Since my husband is so often away on official business, I’ve made special arrangements with his colleagues.”

“Government offices aren’t like companies or banks—they have plenty of custodial staff, so they’re rather handy in such situations, aren’t they?” Mrs. Ōtani, nursing a private grievance, delivered this barb with particular acidity. Mrs. Maruo fell silent. “Since we were directly downwind at our house, we had quite the scare ourselves.” Mrs. Hashimoto alone accepted these words at face value, utterly oblivious to their subtext. “Madam,” Mrs. Maruo interjected, “I must say I was astonished by Mr. Adachi’s pragmatism.” “He chose your house over his own.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” “The moment he saw the flames, he rushed over to your house and never came back.” “Thank you very much. He declared he would protect the roof, so Mitsuru and I watched the spectacle from up there.”

“I gave him a proper scolding afterward. ‘Does your own house mean nothing to you?’”

“Oh ho ho ho.” “Then he scratched his head and said he’d simply forgotten. Oh ho ho ho.” Under such circumstances, Mrs.Maruo, who would never back down from asserting herself, was strangely silent. From this, Mrs.Ōtani deduced that Yoshikawa had not rushed to the Hashimoto residence. “Would Mr.Yoshikawa be helping out at your residence?” “Well... “Not only was he close to the source of the fire, but it’s also his own rental property.”

Mrs. Maruo explained. “That’s only to be expected,” said Mrs. Ōtani. “…………” Mrs. Maruo fell silent. “I suppose it’s what they call an ‘earthquake opportunist.’” “Pardon?” “As expected, he rushes where his heart lies.” “Since my husband is away on business trips so often, I suppose you came under your parents’ instructions.” “He has more substance than Mr. Adachi, wouldn’t you say?” “Well.” “It’s the talk of the town.” Mrs. Ōtani had ended up saying something unnecessary. To be fair, this was something she had constantly considered. Whether acting as matchmaker for the young, beautiful wife whose husband was often away or maintaining a landlord-tenant relationship, Yoshikawa’s unrestrained visits to that house struck her as unseemly. That might be a matter of principle, but the outcome of those discussions directly impacted them here. Therefore, she had long thought it improper from both public and private perspectives.

Before long, Mrs. Hashimoto left her seat. Mrs. Maruo turned toward Mrs. Ōtani as if she had been waiting for this moment.

“Madam.”

“Well...” “What exactly do you mean by 'the talk,' Madam?” “Did I ever say such a thing, I wonder?” “I most certainly heard it.” “After Mr. Yoshikawa remarked that he had substance—”

“Oh, that sort of thing.”

“That sort of thing won’t settle the matter, will it? I must insist on hearing your explanation.” “Since you’re the one backing Mr.Yoshikawa and making pilgrimages here—and all the neighbors are well aware of it—I suppose that’s what you mean by ‘the talk,’ isn’t it?”

“I couldn’t interpret it as meaning merely that.”

“Is there anything else?”

“…………” “However, may I take this opportunity to express what I’ve been thinking about lately—if you wish?”

“I shall hear it.” “What does it mean that young Mr.Yoshikawa keeps visiting the home of a young wife whose husband is so frequently away on business trips—I must confess I’ve been privately concerned about this matter, precisely because I value our close relationship.” “That is none of your concern.” “Of course, being such upstanding people, it’s certainly unnecessary interference—but one must consider public perception.” “In a world of a thousand blind and a thousand sighted souls, after all.”

“…………” “I do wish that the ladies among my acquaintances would maintain the refined tastes befitting gentlewomen.”

“…………” “Do you understand now? I say this out of my meddlesome old lady’s concern.” “How cowardly of you.” “Why?” “Because Mr. Yoshikawa’s position is favorable, you resort to slander—you know.”

“Slander? Oh, Madam.” “No, you’re merely venting your frustration by raising objections from another angle now.” “If you choose to interpret it that way, then that is perfectly acceptable.” “I will not accept such admonishment. First of all, isn’t this rather impolite?”

“Who is being rude here? Madam. There’s no one as tyrannical as you!” “What do you mean by ‘tyrannical’?” “I shall state it clearly. Even though it ended with Mr. Yoshikawa’s turn at year-end, hasn’t it now begun again with Mr. Yoshikawa’s turn?”

“That concerns Mr. Hashimoto’s circumstances, so I couldn’t possibly know.” “If you persist in claiming ignorance, then shouldn’t you properly withdraw? If this were a fair and upright competition—” “I couldn’t possibly withdraw from such a thing. Isn’t today Mr. Yoshikawa’s designated visiting day?”

“…………” “Thursday has always been Mr.Yoshikawa’s designated day—this should be perfectly clear.” “To hold me accountable simply because this rotation happened to conclude on a Thursday and recommence on another Thursday would be most unreasonable.” “Do you truly suggest intentionality in such happenstance?”

“Even if Sundays and grand festivals were to coincide, one wouldn’t lodge complaints about it.” “The nature of the issue differs entirely.” “It does not differ in the slightest.” “…………”

“…………” Both women fell silent. Mrs.Hashimoto entered accompanied by Kako. With Kako at the center, the conversation grew lively. Mrs.Ōtani and Mrs.Maruo engaged in a battle of endurance. At this juncture, they felt leaving early would mean conceding defeat. After departing, they were certain to face criticism regardless. Thereupon, as noon approached, the two left together. They had politely deferred to each other until reaching the entranceway, but once Mrs.Ōtani passed through the gate, she immediately quickened her pace without glancing back, returning straight to the house across the street.

“Pardon the intrusion.” “…………”

“Pardon the intrusion.” “Someone has arrived.” When she urged the maid, “It’s Mrs. Maruo here to see you.” Mrs. Ōtani was not a little surprised by how Okiyo had announced the visitor with widened eyes. Mrs.Maruo had followed her all the way home. Mrs. Ōtani went out to the entrance and invited her in, but Mrs. Maruo merely bowed and did not respond.

“I must take my leave here.”

“Oh, please.” “No.” “In a place like this, you’re being too standoffish for us to have a proper conversation.” “Please, Madam, please.” “Well then, just briefly.” “Please take your time.”

“It would be impolite of me to persist too stubbornly.” Relenting, Mrs.Maruo was shown into the parlor. Faced with such a formal visit now, she found herself unable to maintain her combative stance any longer. Mrs.Ōtani didn’t want to be perceived as having treated her coldly due to their recent altercation. As for Mrs.Maruo—who had chased after her in a fluster—once she was ushered inside and treated with utmost courtesy, the tension she’d been holding finally eased.

“While I am always passing through your gate, I have been completely remiss in visiting and must offer my sincerest apologies.”

“Not at all. I myself have been meaning to pay a visit at least once, but having settled into this habit of staying indoors, I must truly apologize.” “By the way, Madam, I must apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please let this matter flow away with water.” “I’m the one who got carried away and said something outrageous, and now I deeply regret it. Please do not hold it against me.” “Not at all. I’ve also reflected on it since then. I had been careless, but upon hearing your kind admonition, Madam, I see the truth of it clearly now, so I shall take your advice to heart and exercise greater caution from now on.”

“When you speak so kindly, I can hardly find the words to respond.” “And regarding Thursday’s matter—that was entirely…” “That will be quite sufficient.” “No, I simply cannot rest unless I state this.” “That matter is entirely—I had absolutely no involvement whatsoever.” “Mrs.Hashimoto determined the visitation days herself, and Thursday happened to be chosen by chance, so Mr.Yoshikawa’s turn began first.” “As proof, Mr.Yoshikawa was only scheduled for Thursday, while Mr.Adachi continued on Friday and Saturday.”

“I must apologize. I spoke out of unfounded suspicion without considering things so thoroughly, and now I feel deeply ashamed.”

Women are indeed weak-willed. The person who had come intending to state her case and the one who had received her with full awareness quickly reached a compromise, becoming engrossed in casual chatter for a time. They each concluded that neither was truly ill-intentioned. If no problems existed between them, they thought they might actually get along. Yet that evening, Mrs.Ōtani found herself compelled to doubt Mrs.Maruo’s sincerity once more.

When she returned from shopping in the afternoon，the maid， “Madam，something terrible has happened! Mrs．Maruo has lost a two-thousand-yen diamond!”

she reported breathlessly.

“Oh my! Where?!” “She said it might be in your entrance hall or parlor and sent her maid over to look.” “The prongs were loose, so it must’ve fallen off, she claims.” “What a nuisance for them to come here saying such things.” “What did you tell them?”

“Well…” “What?” “I searched the entrance hall, but I couldn’t find it.”

"You're so dense! What exactly did you tell them?" "I said I didn't know, but that Madam might have noticed it and put it away somewhere." "You're such a fool! I don't know anything about that!"

“The maid stated that it must have been lost either here or at the Hashimotos’.”

“Did they inquire at the Hashimotos’ too?” “They said they’d be going there shortly.” “Since Madam only visited the Hashimotos and stopped by here afterward, she insists it must be at one of those places.” “This is utterly preposterous—to saddle me with such responsibility!”

Mrs. Ōtani was about to promptly head to the Maruo residence to explain matters, but it was already quite late. Soon, Mr. Ōtani and Adachi returned from the bank and company respectively.

Looter

At the dinner table, the two-thousand-yen diamond became a concern. Mr. Ōtani listened to his wife’s complaint with a troubled look. Somehow, problems kept arising because of Mrs. Maruo. “What a nuisance. They must have thought it was here.” “I will go and visit now.” “What business do you have there?” “No, I will go up and explain.” “There’s no need for you to go. Send Okiyo.” “Okiyo won’t understand.”

“It doesn’t matter. Have them report it to the police immediately.” “It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

In the end, Mrs. Ōtani didn't dispatch the maid either. She had abided by the conclusion from Mr. Ōtani and Adachi that there was no need to entertain those making such lawless claims. Yet she remained troubled nonetheless.

“I will go and visit the Hashimotos.” “If it’s the Hashimotos, that should be acceptable, right?”

she informed her husband. She had heard that a maid had gone to search at the Hashimotos’ as well, so she wanted to observe what attitude they were taking and use it as a reference. “Shall I accompany you as far as the gate?” Adachi-kun got carried away. The joke became reality, and he trailed along after her. Since it was Monday, it wasn’t his turn or Yoshikawa’s. But judging by his energetic demeanor, he must have performed quite well both Friday and Saturday nights. Moreover, the previous night, he had rushed to a fire and achieved a remarkable feat.

When Mrs. Ōtani requested to be shown in, Miss Kako appeared. "Miss Kako, I'm terribly sorry to trouble you again." "Welcome." "Please come in." "Do you mind? The truth is, I've had a worrying matter come up." Having said this, Mrs. Ōtani deliberately glanced back at the lattice door she'd left unfastened. "Oh! Why, Mr. Adachi?" Miss Kako spotted him. Adachi had been peeking in. "My goodness, he wagged his tail and followed me all the way to the gate."

“Mr. Adachi.” “Yes?” “That’s cowardly. Hiding like that—” “…………” “Do come in.”

Adachi-kun seized his chance and accompanied her inside. Mrs. Ōtani disposed of formalities and got straight to business. “Miss Kako, did that maid from Mrs. Maruo’s come here earlier?” “She did. The two-thousand-yen diamond matter?” “Oh... She visited my house too. I feel so awful—so awful.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” “You are so terribly honest, Madam!”

“Oh my! Why? A lie?” “It must be true that the diamond fell from the ring. But if it were truly a two-thousand-yen diamond, you would be out searching frantically yourself.” “As for someone like me, even when it’s someone else’s belongings, I get all flustered and come rushing over like this.” “Madam. That’s a French diamond.” “Oh my!” “It’s probably worth twenty or thirty yen at most. I’ve been watching properly from the start, so I’m not the least bit surprised.”

“To inflate that to two thousand yen—my, what kind of person would do such a thing?” “When I asked the maid why they hadn’t reported it to the police sooner, she said it was because the master was away on a business trip with the bureau chief.” “Publicity stunts, I suppose.” “Oh ho ho ho.” “You truly have a discerning eye, Miss Kako.” “Your mind works on an entirely different plane.” Adachi praised her as well. “Unlike whom? Adachi.” “Adachi.” Mrs. Ōtani deliberately raised an objection.

“Ha ha ha.” “I never get flustered. When I worry seriously, people just mock me.” “Oh ho ho ho.” “My, even you agree?” “You’re such a kindhearted soul. Don’t you think so, Adachi?” “Oh— It’s true. Ha ha ha.” Adachi laughed exaggeratedly. For an honest man, he kept perfect composure.

Mrs. Ōtani left Adachi-kun behind and withdrew immediately. She had shown tact. Unexpectedly, she had been able to do her utmost for Adachi-kun. The discovery that her rival in the beauty competition had set a fake diamond seemed to bolster her resolve considerably. As if she had captured a prized trophy, after reporting to Mr. Ōtani, "It's just like this. That woman's no match anyway." she declared triumphantly. "That's quite enough." "There's still more, you know. As for Mr. Adachi—" "As for Mr. Adachi—"

“Hmm.” “Well? You.” “What?” “My skill—I pulled off a bit of fire-thievery and left Mr. Adachi there.” “I see.”

“No oversight, right? With this, I’ve made up for it, so my resentment is settled.” “Adachi-kun’s just like you—he perks up when the economy’s good but deflates the moment it sours.” “After all, we have to outwit them. Until now, I’ve been too honest.” “The fact that such special treatment works is proof there’s a winning edge here.” “Adachi-kun must be doing splendidly.” Mr. Ōtani was also delighted, but then a summons call from Komiya came in for Adachi. Mrs. Ōtani took over and listened in.

“He’s calling on the Hashimotos tonight.” “No, it’s a special visit.” “Oh?” “Since this isn’t just a routine call, it must be promising, don’t you think?” “Oh?” “I outmaneuvered them.” “Oh?” “He’s been in excellent form these days.” “No.” “Oh ho ho ho. Oh?” “Oh... oh...” “That urgent?” “A major incident?” “Oh?” “Understood.” “Then I’ll have him come at once. Oh. Goodbye.” The maid ran to the Hashimoto residence. Adachi-kun had scarcely managed to gain an advantage when he was abruptly recalled, much to his dismay.

“Mrs. Ōtani, what is it? What’s this about an urgent matter?”

“Mr. Komiya says you must come immediately.” “This is a problem. I had intended to turn back again, you know.” “They say it’s a major incident. If we let tonight’s opportunity slip, the situation could be reversed in who knows what way, he says. You’ve already arranged for assistance, haven’t you?” “Oh...”

“Do come quickly. As for Miss Kako, I’ll prepare something special again for you.” Mrs. Ōtani urged.

Atonement Through Transgression

Adachi promptly rushed to Komiya’s place but was surprised to find Seto there. It was their first time meeting face-to-face since his elimination. “Hey.” “Well，well...” And straightforward Adachi somehow felt awkward. However，Seto was as thick-skinned as ever. “Still up to your usual foolish antics?” he asserted boldly. “Hmm.” “Wouldn’t it be about time you woke up and came to your senses?” “Once I’ve boarded the boat，there’s no helping it.” “How’s the situation?”

“Not too promising.” “I’ve been assessing it as ninety-to-ten odds from the start.” “It’s Yoshikawa’s.” "What have I done?"

Even Adachi-kun, usually so composed, grew angry.

“Hey, hey! Adachi.” “Adachi-kun.”

Komiya called out. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” “You didn’t even properly greet your host.” “Because that Tosa dog was barking.” “My apologies.” “So what’s this ‘major incident’ about?” “Through my and Seto’s schemes, your fate will be decided.” “Don’t go picking fights with Seto.” “Hmm.”

“How’s the situation been since then?” “It’s really not going well.” “But wasn’t tonight supposed to be special?” “That’s something even I can occasionally outwit.” “You said things were going well, and Mrs. Ōtani was pleased.” “Actually, I’ve somewhat recovered in these past three or four days, but it’ll be troublesome if you grow complacent.” “I still intend to devise strategies under unfavorable conditions, so please allow me that.” “Don’t play games and tell me the truth.”

“It’s extremely precarious. “That’s why...” “Is that why?” “Mrs. Ōtani has been worrying too.”

“Ha ha ha!” “What is it?” “The situation’s looking favorable for you, isn’t it? Even if you lie about it, that won’t work.” “Actually, it’s been going somewhat well.” “I was just about to start making my move once we cleared the pine obstacle when Seto brought me some valuable information. Friends are worth keeping around, you know.” “What do you mean? Is Seto going to support me?” “Hmm. That’s precisely why he’s here.” “Seto.” “…………” “Seto, I was rude earlier.” Adachi remained fundamentally honest yet calculating.

“I don’t know,” Seto retorted. “You call me a Tosa dog and expect me to side with you?” “I just ended up copying Yoshikawa,” Adachi admitted. “There’s no helping shortsighted fools,” Seto sneered. “You and Yoshikawa truly deserve each other as partners.” “Now now, don’t get so riled up,” Adachi soothed. “Do you think I was some castoff?” Seto pressed. “Well...” “I withdrew voluntarily,” Seto declared. “I refuse to be grouped with visionless dolts like you.” His voice sharpened. “Do you honestly believe Miss Kako is some paragon of perfection?”

“I do think so.” “Isn’t that exactly why I think so?” “Do you want her that badly?” “I want her.” “Even if you regret it, don’t come crying to me.”

“Is there something?” “I’ve been bound to secrecy by His Excellency, so I won’t breathe a word of it, but I believe you’ll face difficulties after marrying her.” “Why would I face difficulties?” “I can’t say.” “Now you’ve got me worried. “Coming out with such ominous hints.” “But if you can just endure it, all will be well.” “Endure what?” “I can’t say.” “No matter what happens, I won’t falter. “If endurance is what’s required, I’ll endure it.” “Mark my words.” “Hmm.” “Then we’re agreed. “I’ll need to have this properly confirmed beforehand.”

“Will you side with me?”

“That’s a separate matter.” “What?” “That’s pointless.” “When asking a favor of someone, observe proper etiquette.” “I said I was rude.” “Bow your head.” Seto remained as haughty as ever. “I shouldn’t have called you a Tosa dog.”

And Adachi reluctantly bowed his head. “By the way—Komiya—shall I do the talking?” “Hmm. That would be quicker.” “Adachi, the truth is, I’ve been consulted by His Excellency.” “Is it from His Excellency Hashimoto?” “No—it’s His Excellency Mitarai.” “Therefore, I’ll disclose my position.” “I have decided to take His Excellency Mitarai’s daughter as my wife.”

“Hmm?” “But there’s no time tonight, so I’ll skip explaining how it came to this.” “Unlike someone like Komiya here—my philtrum’s too short for such affairs to begin with.” “At any rate, since I’ve been visiting them regularly for some time now, I trust your common sense can fill in the rest.” “That was rather indirect.”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Seto seemed triumphant. “I’m surprised you managed to blaze new trails in such a short time.” “You really do have talent after all.” “I prefer to think it’s somewhat different.” “That’s astonishing!” “Hey! Don’t provoke him!” Komiya cut in, “I’ve already endured enough of this talk.” “Ha ha ha ha!” “Still, congratulations.” “Let me express my felicitations.”

“Thank you.” “Now, the problem shifts to you.” “His Excellency Mitarai is a man of strict principles, so he’s been agonizing over it lately.” “Since I asked him to be my matchmaker and he introduced me to the Hashimoto family, it’s awkward with His Excellency Hashimoto.” “I ended up snatching away Miss Kako’s candidates.” “And the one with the best academic record at that.” “The latter part was superfluous.” “No—even the Hashimoto family now regrets it.” “Can you see how that would look?” “Well… As for me—I’ve got my hands full as it is—so even if I had asked around, I wouldn’t have looked into it.”

“In any case, since he feels obliged to the Hashimoto family, he’s proposed selecting and sending a scholar who’s no less capable than I am at this juncture.” “If I were to agree without hesitation—what do you suppose would happen?”

“Well...”

“Both of you would get blown away. Since you’re both blissfully unaware of such circumstances, you can’t complain if people say you lack foresight.” “That’s a bit of a problem. I’m already struggling enough with just Yoshikawa as it is.” “I also thought you’d be left in an awkward position, so I hurriedly put a stop to it. Then, after thinking it over for two or three days, His Excellency said he wanted to make efforts to atone for the sin of snatching me away by deciding which of the two had better character. He seems quite troubled by it. He’s telling me to work as his staff officer. He asks which of you—you or Yoshikawa—has better future prospects.”

“I see.” “I answered that as humans, those from Hokkaido are better fertilized. I already told you about my academic record before—I can’t lie about it now.” “That’s harsh.”

“I recommended you as a man of character.” “Fortunately, His Excellency places more importance on character than academic achievements.” “I said that as a person, you’re several ranks above Yoshikawa, and I explained how you’re constantly being outmaneuvered.” “I’d be in trouble if I’m thought of as too much of a good person.” “No—there’s no oversight in that area.” “When I do something, I do it thoroughly.” “From various angles, I have proven that you surpass Yoshikawa in character.” “Thank you. Though I do feel a bit sorry for Yoshikawa.”

“Who cares? “When I withdrew，Yoshikawa sent me a postcard. “‘How about that?’ “‘Tosa dog!’ it said. “I showed that to His Excellency as proof of Yoshikawa’s character.”

“Hmm.” “His Excellency is also a Tosa man.” “He was livid!” “If it were Tosa-bushi that would mean samurai, but a dog? What’s that supposed to be?” “When you stayed quiet after being called that, I got an earful from him!”

“I guess it was good that I kept quiet.” “What’s that? Were you in agreement?” “Well, in any case, I thought I couldn’t handle it if you were around, so I let my guard down. But I kept thinking how pathetic it would be to take joy in a friend’s downfall.” “That’s your good point. But mine isn’t a downfall. I’ve switched from a lieutenant general’s daughter to a general’s daughter.”

“Will I be able to get a recommendation from General Mitarai to Vice Admiral Hashimoto?”

“We won’t bother with formalities. Since General Mitarai is resented by Vice Admiral Hashimoto, he’ll save explanations for later and deploy poison gas tactics straightaway.” “Poison gas?” “You’re being dense. Essentially, it’s a scheme to drive Yoshikawa out and leave only you on the battlefield. They’re army men—they’ve got all sorts of strategies for this.” Yet Seto, who ought to have foresight, remained completely unaware that he himself had been neatly caught in these poison gas tactics.

“I see. But I do feel a bit sorry for him.”

“You mean Yoshikawa?” “Hmm.” “Then just leave him be and let him be eliminated.”

“I hate that idea.” “It was agreed that any scheme would be permissible.” “Hmm.” “To tell the truth, His Excellency doesn’t place much importance on you two. He wants to recommend the son of a friend who’s entering the Army War College. Since His Excellency brought up that matter again today, I hurriedly came to consult with Komiya.” “I see.” “Let’s go—right now.” “Where to?” “To His Excellency General Mitarai’s place. Meeting and talking will leave a stronger impression.” “Well...”

And Adachi fell into thought. “You’re such a wishy-washy man.”

“…………” “Adachi, are you really that confident?” And Komiya, growing impatient, interjected. “I’m not confident, but I don’t hold that much of a grudge against Yoshikawa. When I’m frustrated, I feel like I could do anything, but when push comes to shove, I just can’t.” “It’s not about Yoshikawa. There’s a separate risk of another candidate emerging.” “I know that too. However, if that comes to pass, then it’s fate.” “Don’t you have the will to push through in one go?”

“No.”

“You’re so spineless,” said Komiya. “Even though we’re putting in this much effort.” “I must decline—not because I want to be recommended myself, but because it would mean entrapping my opponent,” replied Adachi. “Adachi, you truly are steadfast,” Seto remarked with admiration.

“…………”

“I thought you’d jump at it.” “I overestimated your response based on my own feelings.” “What’s that? You’re being timid.”

“Compared to you, I lack sincerity. I hadn’t spoken very favorably about you or Yoshikawa. Because of that, His Excellency said he would put forward another candidate to atone for the guilt. The responsibility lies with me.” “That’s not true.”

“I’ll go to His Excellency’s place now and speak about you,” said Seto. “Your attitude alone should make His Excellency recognize your character. I’ll take responsibility to ensure no other candidates get introduced.” “Then I’ll leave it to you,” replied Adachi. “I can’t tell if he’s admirable or an idiot,” Komiya snapped. “I’m done advising you.” To everyone’s surprise, Komiya became the one who ended up displeased.

The Promotion of Poaching

“Mr. Seto, how did yesterday’s discussion turn out?” Fujiko ushered him into the parlor and immediately asked.

Seto had recently made it a habit to stop by the Mitarai household every day on his way home from school. It was a considerable detour, but that was not something he minded. Miss Fujiko would be waiting for him. Thanks to General Mitarai’s adept scheming, they had all become perfectly aligned during winter break. “More importantly, Miss Fujiko—” “Yes?” “Please take a look.” With that, Mr. Seto pulled out a sealed letter from his pocket. “From your father?” “Yes.” “Both Father and Mother are delighted.” “If it is the daughter of His Excellency Mitarai, it would be an honor to our family.” “They say they’ll ask someone named Nagakura, Father’s senior, to be the matchmaker.” “To tell the truth, I had wanted Father to come himself, but as he appears to be busy—he would be coming up to Tokyo for the March conference—he asked me to convey his request for your kind understanding regarding that matter.”

Miss Fujiko looked through the letter. Mr. Seto had promised to show Miss Fujiko the reply from his parents. He was focusing exclusively on currying favor. However, because there was one problematic part, he erased it with ink. Even still, because the characters from the original writing showed through, he further obliterated them with ink. He was as thorough as ever.

“Mr. Seto.” “Yes?” “Did you erase this part here?”

"No, my father erased it." "But you used both ink and inkstone." "Yes, that’s correct." "You erased it with ink and then applied inkstone over it. Your father is quite the meticulous one, isn’t he?" The astute Miss Fujiko promptly took issue with this. "Ha ha ha!" "What’s that?" "As expected, you’re as sharp-minded as ever. I’m no match for you." Mr. Seto changed tack quickly. Once found out, he thought it would be better to play it off as a joke rather than stubbornly persist—it would end things more smoothly.

“You?” “Ha ha ha!” “I did think something was odd.” “I will explain.”

“It’s fine now. Since you went to the trouble of erasing it, you won’t tell me the truth anyway.” “I never ever tell lies.” “But isn’t it a lie that you erased it yourself and then tried to blame it on your father?” “Allow me to explain that point. The truth is, I thought you’d scold me, so...”

“Why?” “These three lines. At great risk, I shall speak plainly—it originally read: ‘Previously, with this young lady alone, there was no certainty of life’s happiness, but this time I humbly believe all will be well.’” “I rather thought it would be something like that.” “I deeply apologize.” “Not at all. What if you were to seek life’s happiness?” “I wrote that unless I have you, I can’t see any bright future ahead. I’m serious this time—at least I think it will serve as proof of that.”

“…………”

Miss Fujiko believed she had snatched Mr. Seto away, but the moment Miss Kako’s name arose, her mood turned sour. The notion that this woman had once held sway over Seto’s heart—even temporarily—left her disquieted. Seto, well aware of this, had made deft alterations to simplify matters, but being found out only entangled the issue further.

“Miss Fujiko, I’m not thinking about Miss Hashimoto at all anymore.” “You’re free to think whatever you like.” “As I’ve stated many times before—through our interactions, I realized she was an utterly selfish girl and withdrew my suit myself." “I bear no responsibility beyond my misjudgment.” “If you insist I was rejected by them, that’s another matter—” “Then do you believe Miss Kako still holds affection for you?”

“Since she’s that sort of self-centered person, she’s likely not even considering me anymore.” “I would prefer you still kept me as your primary concern, you know.”

“Why?” “I absolutely detest people who get themselves disliked elsewhere.” “I certainly never believed I was disliked. Your Excellency is also aware of this.” “Then why don’t you go seek life’s happiness from Miss Hashimoto? There’s still plenty of time.” When Miss Fujiko began to grow impatient, it became impossible to tell. If Miss Kako had held affection, she would feel jealousy. If she had not held any affection, Seto’s value would diminish. Either way, she felt unsettled.

“I am a schoolteacher. Unlike company employees—being in a position that demands self-restraint—I had always felt uneasy about competing with friends in courtship from the very beginning,” said Seto. “I thought it contemptible for comrades who got along so well to scheme against one another. Please confirm these circumstances with your esteemed father. Having been recommended through these connections, I disclosed everything to Your Excellency. Though actually, since that time...” “What about since then?” pressed Fujiko.

“Because I occasionally had the chance to meet you...”

“…………” “The fever had completely subsided, so I asked His Excellency to have Miss Hashimoto’s side decline my suit.”

Seto endeavored to explain. "That's quite enough now." "No—I will explain until you're satisfied." "I just wanted to tease you a little. Even I don't think you're the type to be disliked by Miss Hashimoto for looking down on her." "I was confident too." "No—I won't insist on it." "Why?" "Because I'll be scolded." "Oh ho ho." "Let us treat the past as settled; I ask that you refrain from raising it again. I don't mean to lie to you, but if I were to show you this letter as it was, explaining it would be troublesome again, so I ended up erasing it." "It was self-defense!"

“I wouldn’t call that entirely justified.” “I was seen through immediately.” “It really was just monkey cunning after all.” “I won’t be tricked by someone like you.” “You’re being too casual about this—that’s why you’re being punished.” “It’s frightening, honestly.” “Me?” “No— Ha ha ha.” “Please show that letter to Father and Mother.” “They’ll be reassured.” “Oh…”

“That I’ve seen it will stay between us.” “Why?” “Isn’t it strange? I’d hate to be lumped in with Miss Kako or anyone like that.” “Miss Kako is now forbidden territory. To hell with her!” “Goodness!” “Ha ha ha!” “Oh ho ho ho.” “However, since this erased portion creates complications, I shall explain it properly in person.” “That should suffice. You must fully relate what Father and Mother graciously did.”

At last, Miss Fujiko regained her good humor. "Is His Excellency at home?" "He went to visit Mr. Morohoshi and hasn't returned yet—it's his lesson day." "It's lesson day today."

“I see.” “That’s right.” “And Mother?” “She is here.”

“Shall I inform them right away?” “It’s fine—not yet. “I would like you to do it when both Father and Mother are present. “Rather than that, what became of yesterday’s discussion? “What about Mr. Hokkaido?” “After that, I stopped by Komiya’s place and called him out. “Miss Fujiko, I’ve made the announcement.”

“You mean about us?” “Oh…”

“Goodness!”

“If we don’t clarify our position, we won’t be able to convey His Excellency’s intentions.” Komiya and Adachi were both surprised. They were calling it a promotion. “Because it’s a promotion from lieutenant general to general.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” “Using ‘stealing’ might be misleading, but when they said ‘What kind of young lady is she? You’re the one who did the stealing,’ they both showed you great respect.” “That isn’t respect.” “Anyway, they kept asking about you. I gave proper answers and explained His Excellency’s state of mind in detail. Since I’m the one who did the stealing, I feel responsible…” “I detest this ‘stealing’ talk. Didn’t they hear about Mr. Komiya’s fiancée too?”

“Oh…” “I must protest.”

“What do you mean? It’s a world where you take or get taken. Eat or be eaten. Given my responsibility for poaching the first candidate, I threatened them by saying His Excellency might send someone as compensation to the Hashimoto family—a genius who’s every bit my equal. Even Adachi turned pale!”

“Father cannot bring himself to send anyone. He remarked on that matter again last night.” “It’s your responsibility to admonish him. That’s too cruel. Even Adachi and Yoshikawa may seem inferior when compared to me, but overall, they’re perfectly acceptable young men.” Even though Seto no longer needed to promote himself, this was an inborn flaw of his.

“Will Mr. Adachi be coming to the house?” “No, he’s a man without any backbone.” “Even when he clearly saw the tide turning against him, he said, ‘I won’t interfere—I don’t want to ensnare my friend.’” “I had no choice but to commend his integrity and retreat, but at this rate, Yoshikawa will claim victory in the end.” “Komiya had thrown his full weight behind Adachi from the beginning, so he was livid—‘How could anyone trample on another’s goodwill like that?’”

“If you were to meet Father and receive his recommendation, matters would progress more quickly, though...”

“I recommended that as well.” “Since I haven’t met him myself, I’m not showing favoritism toward anyone, but don’t you think Mr. Hokkaido comes up somewhat short?” “That’s not entirely true, but he lacks resolve.” “When wronged, he claims he’ll do whatever it takes, yet falters when action is required.” “He differs from Yoshikawa.” “Though we’ve done nothing to provoke him, Yoshikawa remains determined to spare no effort.”

“Then it’s Mr. Yoshikawa’s victory after all, isn’t it?” “If things continue this way, the cunning fox will prevail. Or perhaps the outcome has already been settled.” “Is Mr. Yoshikawa truly so objectionable?” “He’s not wicked per se, but his petty cleverness only highlights his shallowness. Why, even while crossing swords with Adachi, he’s keeping another marriage prospect on a string as insurance.”

“Goodness gracious!”

“He apparently went to Komiya’s place and boasted about it.” “Both Komiya and Wakako were indignant, saying it was far too insincere.” “This is the critical point, Fujiko.”

“Where?”

“If it were you, which one would you choose?” “For Miss Kako’s sake.” “In the case of selecting the second-best candidate to present as compensation for having poached the primary candidate from Miss Kako—” “Stealing again? It sounds so unsavory.” “You could consider it abstractly as the first topic in a personal consultation.”

“That would undoubtedly be Mr. Adachi.” “Wakako insisted the same.” “So I settled on discussing a bomb-dropping plan with Komiya and came here.” “What will you do?” “Yoshikawa has taken a liking to that candidate too.” “Since he reportedly carries her photograph on his person at all times, it must be terribly inconvenient.” “If he likes her that much, why not simply marry her?” “That’s the Yoshikawa method.” “‘You’re not the only woman out there,’ he’d snap if Miss Kako rejected him—” “‘In fact, it’s already settled like this’—he said he’d flaunt it to her face.”

“Goodness! What a terrible person.” “Would there be merit in deploying the bomb?” “Are you going to inform on him?”

“Hmm. Yoshikawa would be blown to smithereens!” “Mr. Seto.” “Hmm?” “Hold up!” “Huh?” “Hold up now. Raise your hands. I’m going to search your pockets.” “I’m perfectly fine.” “Just to be thorough.” Fujiko used the joke as a pretext to search Seto’s pockets. She had suddenly wondered if he might have carelessly left a photograph of Miss Kako hidden there. But nothing remotely problematic could be found.

“Fair and square—I have nothing to be ashamed of before heaven and earth.”

“Naturally.” “Allow me to perform one hold-up as well.” “No way.” “Don’t you have something around here?” “Oh my! Ohohoho!” “Ha ha ha!” “No way.” “Ohohoho!”

“Ha ha ha!”

Just as Seto was getting carried away and pressing on,

“Quite lively here.” With that, General Mitarai entered. Seto immediately straightened his posture like a spring mechanism,

“Your Excellency, good evening.” “It’s not even sunset yet.” “……” “Do you have some amusing tale going on here?” “Yes?” “Let me join in.”

With that, His Excellency pulled closer the chair Miss Fujiko had recommended. “Father, I hear things at Mr. Hashimoto’s are still a fierce battle.” Fujiko interjected smoothly.

“It’s what you’d call hand-to-hand combat.” “Hmm. I hear they’re evenly matched in hand-to-hand combat.” “After all, it would be quicker to send a candidate of superior caliber. That... what’s-his-name Seto mentioned... uh...” “Mr. Adachi?” “Hmm. Mr. Adachi, Mr. Adachi. I always forget. Have you met Mr. Adachi?” “Yes. I conveyed Your Excellency’s thoughts. However, he’s an honest person. He says he doesn’t want any interference because he doesn’t wish to harm his friends.”

“Hmm.” “Is he gaining ground?” “Well, he seems to be under pressure.” “Nevertheless, since he’s determined to maintain an honorable position to the very end, I’d like to support him.” “Did you tell him I’ve been feeling responsible for poaching the primary candidate?” “Yes.” “Have you been thorough enough?”

“I explained everything in detail, including Your Excellency’s statement about sending an Army prodigy as compensation.” “The other one was called Yoshikawa-kun, wasn’t he?” “Yes.” “If we inform Adachi-kun, I wonder if it will get through to Yoshikawa-kun as well?”

“Well... Since they’re trying to outdo each other these days, they probably aren’t in contact.”

“Do you have any chance to meet Yoshikawa?” “For now, I’d rather not meet him face-to-face.” “Since Komiya and I are both supporting Adachi.”

“Did you explain everything thoroughly to Mr. Komiya as well?” “Yes.” “I want His Excellency Hashimoto to understand my feelings more than anyone else, but I can’t go there without wearing some sort of mask.” His Excellency was appalled, for this had all been a strategy. If he made a fuss about taking responsibility for compensation due to having poached the candidate, then Seto’s disappearance from the Hashimoto household could be explained. Miss Fujiko had also originally intended to poach the candidate. Everything had been for the sake of the two of them. The Army candidate was nothing but a scarecrow. The Hashimoto family believed that whether they settled on Mr. Adachi or Mr. Yoshikawa, it would make little difference. He would eventually confess everything to His Excellency Hashimoto at a later date and receive his forgiveness.

A Strange Twist of Fate

After being treated to dinner, Seto followed Miss Fujiko’s signal.

“Actually, Your Excellency, yesterday I received a reply from my parents.”

he began. Mrs. Mitarai was also present.

“Hmm. No objections, I presume?” “Yes, sir. As this is an utmost honor, my parents have requested that we promptly appoint a proper matchmaker and observe the formalities.” “That’s excellent. They say ‘strike while the iron is hot’—such matters are best handled swiftly.” “My father will attend a conference in Tokyo this March. Until then, he has entrusted these affairs to a friend named Nagakura Takurō. He wished to pay his respects personally, but given the demands of the fiscal year transition period, he humbly begs your kind understanding.”

“Nagakura Takurō. “Hmm.” “Do you know him?” “Know him? I don’t just know him. When he was young, he was a live-in student at my house.” “Ah, I see.” “He’s also from my hometown. He serves as an executive at ○○ Heavy Industries.” “That explains why it was written that he’s a person of impeccable standing as well.” “Are you on good terms with Nagakura? How old is your father now?” “Fifty-one.”

“Nagakura must be fifty-seven or fifty-eight. Ikuko.”

His Excellency asked his wife. “I’d say three or four.” “No—he’s older than that. He had said his beard turned white.”

“He hasn’t shown his face since then.” “Hmm. Anyway, he’s older than your father, but since he was a late student, they must have been at university together.” “It said he was my father’s senior.”

said Mr. Seto.

“Then he’s definitely fifty-seven or fifty-eight.”

“At most fifty-four or fifty-five.” insisted Mrs. Mitarai. This elderly couple had a habit of fixating on inconsequential matters of memory. His Excellency still believed his mind was as sharp as ever, but his wife refused to acknowledge it. To convey that it was starting again, Miss Fujiko glanced at Seto and let a smile escape. Sure enough, the dispute over fifty-seven or fifty-eight versus fifty-four or fifty-five continued, “Even if he were fifty-seven or fifty-eight—regardless—having Mr.Nagakura serve as matchmaker would make for a good omen, they say—he who studied at our home in his youth and built such a successful career.”

“Whether it’s fifty-three or four makes no difference.” “You’re so stubborn it’s a problem.”

Through such exchanges, they had reached complete agreement on approving Mr. Nagakura.

“Fujiko, you’re quite familiar with Mr. Nagakura, aren’t you?” “Well...” “Though he hasn’t been visiting at all recently.”

“Isn’t he the one who came after shaving off his beard and got scolded by Father?”

“That’s right.” “As for that gentleman, I am acquainted with him. Since Father spoke to him that way, might he not be visiting anymore?” “I don’t believe that’s the case. You’ve been well aware of Father’s exacting nature since long ago.” “Is something wrong?” Mr. Seto looked back at Miss Fujiko. It would be troublesome if there were any complications between His Excellency and Mr. Nagakura. “Since his beard had turned white, he must have shaved it off to appear younger. But Father reprimanded him, saying such conduct was improper.”

“Ah.” “Seto, this should prove instructive for you too, so I’ll explain it now. It was around last year.”

His Excellency declared boastfully, but “That was already the year before last.” he was immediately corrected by his wife. “Hmm. I meant to say that with the new year having come, it would be the year before last. Nagakura visited. Since his face looked strangely elongated, I noticed right away. ‘You’ve no beard.’ He claimed he’d shaved it off because it had grown quite white and made him look old. I simply can’t abide such frivolous behavior. To cast aside something that’s long served as facial ornamentation simply because it turned white—discarding it like worn-out shoes—that violates human sentiment. What say you? Don’t you agree?”

“I see, that makes perfect sense.” “I asked him, ‘Do you manage your subordinates with that sort of logic?’” Nagakura fervently excused himself. He claimed it was rather a defensive measure. He said that since looking old makes one worry about being fired, everyone shaves their beards or dyes their hair. But I detest such cowardly tactics, so I gave him a thorough lecture. “Humans must possess what is called affectionate attachment.” “I’ve been using the same fountain pen for nearly thirty years.” “When you grow attached, even something cheap becomes impossible to let go of.” “The same applies to objects.” “Moreover, isn’t a beard a defining characteristic of your own body—the very signboard of your face?” “There’s no justification for shaving it off simply out of fear of losing your position.”

"I see." "Nagakura had been listening silently but suddenly lashed out." “People like Your Excellency who’ve already achieved fame and success can shamelessly parade about with that bald pate and spout all your carefree nonsense without a shred of dignity or regard for appearances!” “Isn’t that downright disrespectful?”

“Ha ha ha.”

“Do you find this amusing?” “Not at all.” “I also retorted in kind—since I can’t stand looking at that stretched-out face of yours—and barked at you to grow your beard back properly before showing up here again.” “Since then, that bastard hasn’t shown up at all.” “So he really isn’t going to grow it back after all, is he?” “That might be the case.” “This is quite troublesome.”

“Oh, come on. If you go and ask them, they'll come.”

“You must be quite busy.”

“Back then he was just a section chief, but these days he’s an executive, so he probably doesn’t have time to come around just for casual visits.” “I will come to visit amidst that.”

“It would be proper to explain all circumstances.” “Your father must know about my relationship with Nagakura.” “He has graciously specified just the right person.”

And His Excellency seemed thoroughly satisfied. On their way back, Miss Fujiko always escorts them to the gate.

“Mr. Seto.” “Yes?” “Will you come again tomorrow?” “I will.” “What about Mr. Nagakura?” “This coming Sunday.” “I have already sent a letter inquiring about your availability.” “You’ve been quite efficient.” “However, there’s a problem.” “Why?” “Well...” “Is it the beard problem?”

"That is one of them, but there's another."

“What is it?” “It seems Mr. Nagakura cannot hold his head up before Your Excellency.” “That’s unavoidable given their past relationship.” “If we have someone like that as our matchmaker, I...” “What is it?” “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep you under control in the future.” “Oh my! You intend to keep me under control?” “Ha ha ha!” “How rude!”

For the time being, Seto was more concerned with his own affairs than with Adachi’s. On Sunday morning, he visited Mr. Nagakura. Since he had coordinated in advance, he was able to meet him immediately. He had been worried about whether Nagakura had a beard or not, but when he saw it was properly grown, he couldn’t help but find it amusing. Seto was not one to be intimidated by executives, but since he had understood the matter from his father’s letter, it was easy to converse. Mr. Nagakura took the initiative to ask about each detail, “I understand. “That’s easily done.”

he readily agreed.

“I humbly ask for your continued favor.” “When the matchmaker has already been settled like this, finalizing matters is no trouble at all. However, you’re rather remarkable. While I know His Excellency’s character well, he’s an exceedingly difficult man. ‘All modern youths are worthless,’ he used to say.” “I do get scolded occasionally.” “Even so, if His Excellency desires a son-in-law, he comes fully certified.” “Oh, I can’t hold my head up before His Excellency.”

True to form, Seto did not neglect to adopt a humble attitude. "In any case, I cannot avoid His Excellency's occasional sermons. Do you visit His Excellency's residence every day?" "Hmm." "Once he starts, they go on for a while, don't they? His Excellency...?" "A sermon from His Excellency?" "Yes, he's a master at it. He applies logic where there's no logic to be found. Even at my age, I still get scolded from the moment I step in."

With that, Mr. Nagakura involuntarily reached for his beard. It seemed to have left a deep impression on him. “It must be a leftover habit from his time in the military.”

“That’s right,” said Mr. Nagakura. “Since His Excellency is a general, he views every person as his subordinate. Getting caught by him means trouble, so I rarely visit. Did he mention anything about it?” “No, not at all.” “The truth is, I made a small joke recently that led to us quarreling. First, His Excellency showed me a fountain pen he claimed to have bought in Meiji 40 [1907]. To be honest, I’d seen it before but kept quiet to humor him.” Mr. Nagakura’s voice took on a theatrical tone as he imitated the general: “‘I’ve used this pen since Meiji 40. Once you grow attached to an item, it becomes hard to discard.’ I was nodding along when he suddenly demanded, ‘Why did you shave your beard?’”

“Hmm.” “At that time, I had come to certain realizations, so I shaved off my beard.” “Young people probably can’t imagine this, but when you reach my age, you go to great lengths to avoid being perceived as an old man.” “Even if one resigns oneself to baldness, everyone takes appropriate measures—dyeing their white hair, cutting it short, and so on.” “I explained that.” “I answered truthfully that I shaved it because if it were white, I’d look decrepit and risk getting fired sooner.” Then His Excellency launched a fierce attack. “The remark about the fountain pen was just the preface to that.” “Even though one becomes attached to objects after long use and finds them hard to discard, shaving off a beard you’ve grown for years simply because it turned white and made you look decrepit is cowardly, indecisive selfishness.” “His Excellency declared that someone with such a mindset would sell out the country if they grew attached to their life, delivering an exceedingly harsh rebuke.”

“Hmm.” “When His Excellency resorted to personal attacks—claiming I must have shaved my beard out of some vulgar desire to charm geishas and café waitresses—I fired back.” “Someone like Your Excellency, who’s reached the pinnacle with no higher to climb, may comfortably go bald without a care, but a company employee supporting his family on his own merits can’t afford such luxuries—that’s what I told him.” “I was furious.”

“Ha ha ha!”

“However, I regret having talked back to Your Excellency, who has shown me such kindness. It left me with such an unpleasant feeling. Then one day, when I looked in the mirror, I felt that even to myself, my face looked cowardly and indecisive. Since my beard of many years was gone, the area looked oddly stretched out now. It’s no fun to think my face looks like it’s afraid of getting fired. I grew it back. In the end, I ended up following His Excellency’s opinion.”

“I see, but from what I can see, it doesn’t look that white.” “This has black dye applied to it.” “Hmm.” “His Excellency might say that using dye to cover it up this time is cowardly.” “He’s a difficult man.” “However, he certainly has his impressive aspects.”

“I’ve also heard about His Excellency’s fountain pen story. They say he’s been using it for nearly thirty years now.” “That thing should last for ages. When His Excellency’s nib wears out, he replaces just the nib. When the barrel cracks, he swaps out the barrel. Both parts have been changed multiple times over generations. Yet he stubbornly believes it’s the same pen he bought in Meiji 40, even using it as sermon material—makes me want to rib him about it sometimes.”

“Ha ha ha!” Mr. Nagakura introduced Seto to his wife. Mrs. Nagakura, evidently already informed of the matter, expressed her congratulations. Seto had only considered Mr. Nagakura in his plans, but upon realizing that Mrs. Nagakura indeed played a crucial role in matchmaking, he earnestly renewed his entreaties.

“You know, Mr. Seto is enrolled at XX University.” “It was written in the letter.”

Mrs. Nagakura called Mr. Nagakura’s attention as though it were some problem.

“Hmm.” “It’s XX University.” “If we inquire, we might find out.”

“Right.” “But there’s such a large number.”

“What do you mean?”

Seto asked.

“There’s someone who graduated from the economics department last year as well—you wouldn’t happen to know a Yoshikawa Toshihiko, would you?” “Yoshikawa!” “I know him.” “He’s a close friend.” “Well now…” “I suppose we really ought to go and make inquiries.”

And Mrs. Nagakura seemed thoroughly satisfied. “Are you acquainted with Mr. Yoshikawa?” “No, I haven’t met him yet, but in fact, a marriage arrangement with my daughter has already begun.”

Mr. Nagakura answered.

“Hmm.”

Seto inadvertently raised his voice, thinking the matter was settled. He was that surprised. Four or five days ago, he had heard about this marriage arrangement from Komiya. Yoshikawa had been using that young lady’s matchmaking photo as a talisman for emergencies while charging through the battlefield of courtship. "What sort of person is he?" Mrs. Nagakura leaned forward. “Well...” “We have received photographs and conducted investigations, but since he is your close friend, asking you would be the most straightforward approach.”

“Since I’ve been entrusted with this marriage arrangement and bear responsibility, I must speak the unvarnished truth. There are good points, but there are also bad points. Well, how should I answer to be most appropriate?” “Please speak without reservation.” “To put it simply, he’s a man of talent.” “Since his academic performance was around the middle, he isn’t what you’d call an exceptional student.” “Well, he’s not a hard worker. However, he is quite intelligent.”

“What about his character?” “And his personality—” Mr. Nagakura addressed the fundamentals rather than the minor details. “He is not what you’d call a person of integrity.” “He doesn’t claim to excel in that area himself.” “It’s perfectly ordinary, I’d say.” “All of us in our group are like that.” “When you say ‘bad points,’ what exactly is bad about him?” “Well, there’s nothing particularly proactive about him, but he’s a spoiled rich kid.” “Since he’s the eldest son raised in an indulgent, wealthy household, he has some selfish tendencies.” “That’s about it.”

“Does he drink?” “He does. However, though he doesn’t actually enjoy it, he affects being a heavy drinker. I once cautioned him about it.” “Does he drink that excessively?” “No, it’s more that his mindset is flawed. He assumes an attitude of deliberate vice rather than hypocrisy. Being conscious of his spoiled upbringing, he strains to appear otherwise.” “Have you heard any disreputable rumors about him?”

“There are absolutely none of those,” Seto asserted. “Having met him face-to-face every day for six years, I can state that definitively.” “Then at the very least, he appears thoroughly ordinary,” Mrs. Nagakura concluded. “Well—being his close friend, I may have some bias—but he’s certainly not a bad person,” Seto countered carefully. “Given my particular disposition, had there been any exceptionally undesirable qualities about Yoshikawa, I would have severed ties long ago.”

“I believe I have a general understanding.” “Has the matter been progressing?” “It’s been dragging on and on.” “If they dislike it, they should simply say no and refuse, yet they keep prolonging it without resolution.” “The mediator is truly being sluggish.” “He’s a company engineer, but since he was a disciple of Mr. Yoshikawa’s father, he’s being excessively deferential.”

"It began in October and has already spilled over into the new year." "It's becoming far too much trouble for you." Mrs. Nagakura added her complaint.

“It’s dragging on rather long, isn’t it?” “Might there be some particular circumstance at play?”

“Well...” Seto knew but couldn’t say. “Do you meet with Mr. Yoshikawa sometimes?” “No—we’ve both been busy since graduation, so we rarely meet.” “Actually, there are other proposals too, but since Mr. Yoshikawa’s came first, we’ve been waiting on that... You.” “Hmm.” “Might we trouble you to directly ascertain Mr. Yoshikawa’s intentions?”

“That’s right.” “It’s dragging on far too long.”

Mr. Nagakura was also finding it difficult to handle.

“Since it would be improper to circumvent the official mediator, unofficially confirming Mr.Yoshikawa’s intentions through a meeting would be easily manageable.” “Shall we have you do that?” “As this matter lacks earnestness, we could simply decline from our side—yet one never knows where fate’s threads may lie.” “That Mr.Seto, whom I meet for the first time today, should coincidentally be Mr.Yoshikawa’s intimate friend—this must bear some particular significance.”

“I’m surprised too,” said Seto. “Actually, four or five days ago, a friend was discussing rumors about Yoshikawa’s marriage prospects. I happened to overhear and thought it might complicate things if it was a separate matter, so I held off mentioning it—but it aligns perfectly with what you’ve told me.” “Ah,” said Mrs. Nagakura. “What sort of rumors?” “They say Yoshikawa carries a photo of your daughter in his pocket.” “Could this involve someone else?” “No—it’s Mitsuko’s photo. She later asked for a smaller version, so I gave her one.”

Mrs. Nagakura became enthusiastic. “I see.”

“If you’re being so conscientious about handling this, why must it take such effort?” “I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Seto became their volunteer soldier.

“This has developed so suddenly.” “It must be fate after all.” “Until now, the investigations were indirect—even when told things were favorable, I felt uneasy—but since he’s your close friend, there can be no mistake.”

The Nagakura couple were overjoyed. "However, your daughter's opinion must also be considered?" "Of course this will require a formal meeting going forward, but thanks to you we've clearly understood his character." "What a relief."

“This is truly all thanks to you.” “When you put it so honorifically—well—I do feel responsible for this matter.” “This is rather abrupt, but Mr.Seto—might I trouble you to make a trip now?”

“Right now?” “If you have prior engagements, tomorrow would be fine as well.”

“I’ll head over to His Excellency’s residence now, so I’ll go there in the afternoon and come to report again in the evening.” “That would be most appreciated.”

“Mr. Seto, I’m counting on you.” “However, I humbly request this not as coming from our household, but based on your own qualifications.” “I’ll feel things out without overstepping or prying.”

Seto accepted the task, but his heart was deeply troubled. Depending on Yoshikawa's attitude, he thought breaking off this engagement would be for Miss Nagakura's sake.

Reconnaissance Visit

After leaving the Nagakura residence, Seto immediately headed to the Mitarai household. It was to report that Mr. Nagakura had readily agreed to act as mediator. Miss Fujiko was waiting, “Mr. Seto, there has already been a call.” she said. He had come to inquire about the time arrangements, saying he would visit immediately. He was an impatient man. Indeed, he thought they would likely make their request to Yoshikawa immediately now, as abruptly as a bird taking flight from underfoot. General Mitarai listened to Seto’s report,

“Very well.”

he nodded. “Is he coming today?” “No, I refused.”

“Ah, I see. What were the circumstances that led to this decision, Your Excellency?” “That man lacks foresight. We can’t have matters proceeding so easily. In such affairs—not that I indulge in superstitions—I instructed him to respect societal conventions and choose an auspicious day.”

“I see.” “But he’ll come,” he said. “Since it’s been a while, I told him there’s no harm in apologizing for his long absence—to encourage some self-reflection.” “No one can rival Your Excellency,” Seto replied. “He spoke as if thoroughly outmatched.” “Ha ha ha!” “By the way, Your Excellency, something astonishing has come to light.” “Shall I guess?” “I’m afraid it defies imagination.”

“Nagakura had grown a beard, hadn’t he?” “Yes.” “I may not have divine sight, but I grasp Nagakura’s intentions instantly.” “After all, he’s a promising man.” “However, what surprised me wasn’t the matter of the beard.” “What is it?” “A marriage proposal has begun between Mr. Nagakura’s daughter and Yoshikawa.”

“Hmm.” “It was because they asked at ○○ University if anyone knew a Yoshikawa that I found out.” “It’s not just that I know him—” “Hmm.” “I panicked, I did. The world may seem vast, but it’s surprisingly small.” Seto recounted the details in full, even extending to having received a request to probe Yoshikawa’s intentions.

“Hmm.” Your Excellency remained deep in thought, arms crossed.

“Mr. Seto.”

Fujiko leaned forward. “Yes.” “Do you approve of such a marriage proposal?” “No—Yoshikawa’s conduct is unquestionably improper.” “To think someone would intend to keep Miss Nagakura waiting until Mr. Hashimoto’s situation is settled—such an insincere person! I may not know Miss Nagakura myself, but I strongly oppose this.” “Seto, as Fujiko says, I too am far from impressed. “You knew about the ongoing situation—why did you stay silent?”

“Given that Your Excellencies have waited this long, their plans must have proceeded quite far by now.” “Truthfully, I couldn’t bring myself to state outright from the beginning that it was that man.”

“I see. That would indeed be the case,” said General Mitarai. “However, I must caution him.” “That is certainly my intention,” replied Seto, “but I had a slight consideration.” “What sort of consideration?” demanded the General. “As a friend,” Seto explained, “I believed the proper course was first to reprimand Mr. Yoshikawa for his insincerity and urge him to reflect. If it’s about tearing things down, I could do that at any time. But since this concerns Mr. Nagakura’s household, I thought it prudent to consult with Your Excellency and your wife first before proceeding.”

“I see. However, there’s no room for discussion. When Nagakura comes, I’ll speak to him first.” “You—in that case, Mr. Seto’s sentiments won’t be properly honored. Mr. Seto states he will report it if, after investigating, there appears to be no prospects.”

Mrs. Mitarai interrupted.

“There’s no chance. “If he’s that sort of man—” “Since we are also making a request concerning Fujiko, we must consider this with the utmost care. “Isn’t it a great advantage that Mr. Seto already knows the circumstances?” “Since he knows the circumstances, it would be wrong to stay silent.” General Mitarai remained unyielding, but in the end, Mrs. Mitarai’s argument prevailed. It meant that they would conduct a thorough investigation from a position of mutual consideration and make every possible constructive effort they could.

Seto set foot back on the front lines for the first time since retreating with his tail between his legs in late autumn last year. Having achieved conquests elsewhere since then and thinking he no longer cared about prestige, even he found himself overwhelmed with profound emotion. First he had to pass by the Hashimoto residence's gate. To his dismay, Miss Kako's younger brother Mitsuru popped out. Having come face to face head-on, there was no backing out now. "Oh, Mitsuru!"

“It’s been a while.” “How have you been?” “Ah.” “And your father and mother?” “They’re fine.” “……” “……” “I’m just stepping out for a bit today.” Seto motioned toward the Ōtani house across the street with his chin and glanced back inside the gate—just as Miss Kako was about to emerge—so,

“Excuse me.” With that, he started walking. He knew he was trapped. They too seemed to have noticed and stopped. Mitsuru appeared to be going out somewhere with Miss Kako. Seto charged straight toward the Ōtani household. His original purpose had been to visit Yoshikawa, but he wanted to meet Adachi first to confirm the state of affairs. Adachi was, of course, at home. He knew that on Sundays—expecting surprise visits—he didn’t go out.

“Sorry about the other day. You came all this way, didn’t you?” Adachi welcomed him with great delight. “How’s it going? What’s the situation since then?” Seto promptly got down to business. “There’s nothing wrong, but it doesn’t allow for optimism. Actually, I was scolded by Mrs. Ōtani here. There’s no way I can refuse when you’ve all gone to the trouble of saying so.” “Komiya was indignant.” “Did he say anything after that?”

“They say there’s no cure for a fool.” “Did you manage to sort things out after that?”

“Hmm. Whenever I think Miss Kako might be waiting for me, I get so restless that I end up taking my leave abruptly.” “In any case, things seem favorable on your front, don’t they?” “It’s like after exams—since I’m grading myself, what I think are good marks might actually be poor ones.” “But I believe we’re still evenly matched at this stage.”

“If you say so, then it must be certain.” “No—if I’m the one saying it, you can’t trust it.” “In short, you still haven’t escaped the state of chaos.” “Hmm. After all, the other side has abandoned all sense of duty and human feelings and is coming at us full force. We sometimes feel like fighting back too, but—” “Just do it already.” “No—as I said before, I’ve already made up my mind.” “So you’re still leaving it all to fate?” “Hmm. No matter how much I struggle or scheme, it’s pointless. Who ends up with whom seems to be determined by divine will. That’s why I’ve given up on dying even if I fail.”

"You're such an idiot! Were you actually planning to die?"

“I don’t intend to die, but when I consider the worst-case scenario, I find myself thinking about all sorts of ways to end my life.” “I shuddered.” “I thought someone like me—this kind of fool—would be exactly the type to commit suicide.”

“Hmm.” “You really are an honest person, after all.”

“I’ll do everything humanly possible and await heaven’s will. But they go to such extremes through their schemes that it gets under my skin. This sort of thing isn’t the least bit amusing. I’ve even been quite rude to you.”

“Why?” “When you withdrew, I thought you’d dropped out of the race and celebrated in grand style.”

“You’ve done something terrible.”

“Ha ha ha!” “But mine wasn’t dropping out.” “I know that already. Regardless of the circumstances, thinking that one nuisance had croaked, I raised a celebratory glass of wine. However, since you offered to back me up, it really struck a chord in my heart. When I thought this guy was an honest person after all, I truly felt sorry for him.” “Which of us is the honest one?” “We’re not the type to engage in this kind of competition. Yoshikawa alone is a born villain, but...”

Even Adachi couldn't fully grasp it. The current competitor was an exception.

Mrs. Ōtani came upstairs. When receiving visitors for her lodgers, she would consult a mirror beforehand—such was the thoroughness of her preparations. Yet she still appeared with undiminished youthful vigor.

“Mr. Seto, congratulations. I’ve heard all the details from Mr. Adachi. I hear you’ve been promoted from Vice Admiral to Admiral.” “I’m deeply obliged.” “Might I trouble you to recount the entire romantic tale without delay?” “No way. Ha ha ha!”

“Has it been finalized already?” “Ah… Well, first...”

“That’s… well…” “If you would permit me to disgrace even the humblest seat at your engagement party, I should count it an honor.” Mrs. Ōtani remained flawlessly tactful. Though she had initially regarded Adachi as a rival to guard against, upon learning of the kindness recently extended to him, she had resolved to thoroughly win him over.

“I’m afraid that would be rather inconvenient.” “Oh! Why?”

“If someone as lovely as you were to attend, the bride wouldn’t stand out as she should.”

“My, my, you certainly know how to fend someone off with such clever words!” “Oh, no—ha ha ha!”

“I’ve been truly awaiting your invitation.” “I’ll leave it to you.” “After all, I suppose I must take the initiative.” Seto maintained his smooth demeanor. “Those who achieve good results truly stand apart.” “Whether in employment or marriage prospects, everything progresses seamlessly for you.”

“So…”

Adachi faltered. “What is it?” “I seem to be causing you a great deal of trouble.” “That wasn’t what I meant when I said it.” “Oh, no— “Oh, no—I have a tendency to drag things out, you see.” “You mustn’t take it the wrong way.” “Mrs. Ōtani, regarding Adachi—we did say we’d share a secret with him the other day, but given his honest nature, he wouldn’t accept it.” Seto touched on the issue and brought up Yoshikawa’s insincerity. However, he did not reveal that the marriage candidate was his own matchmaker’s daughter. He discussed the straightforward bomb-dropping strategy.

“Thank you very much for all your kindness.” “What do you think?” “If we were to handle matters for you, things would progress swiftly—though I suppose you have your own confidence in this affair.”

“Adachi,” “Hmm?” “We’ve done everything within human power. Since you refuse to accept it, we bear no further responsibility.” “As I told you earlier,” “I remain convinced that marital bonds are ultimately governed by divine will.” “Then perhaps we should cease trying to appease you.” “We’ve fulfilled our mortal duties.” “Even dropping bombs counts as human effort!” “Now, now—do wait a moment, I beg you. Were this last year’s predicament, I might resort to frantic entreaties...” “Does this mean you’re truly prevailing now? Lately...”

“It’s like the score you give yourself after taking an exam…” “You’re saying the same thing again.” “You’re utterly hopeless.” “I’m getting a headache from all this teeth-grinding, you know.”

Mrs. Ōtani seemed utterly exasperated.

Seto left Adachi's place and went to visit Yoshikawa. This guy's a tough one. He'd kept his guard up with that resolve, but when they came face-to-face at the entrance— "What brings you here?"

He was taken aback at being confronted so directly. "It's been a while, that's all." "Our intelligence network has full coverage. You did stop by Adachi's place to conspire with him, didn't you?" "I did stop by." "But we didn't discuss anything." "It was merely along the way." "Are you maintaining absolute neutrality?" "Hmm." "Then come upstairs."

“You’re being unusually on edge.” Mr. Yoshikawa showed him to the room and immediately said, “In any case, thank you.” His smirk carried a meaningful implication. “What is it?” “Now now—it’s mine. With you, my most formidable rival, having dropped out, the path ahead lies uncontested. Hokkaido was never truly an issue.” “I’d grown pessimistic.” “Didn’t you come here under some pretext—sent to conduct reconnaissance? If you must resent someone, resent me.”

“What would there be to resent?”

“After all, we agreed that competition is competition and friendship is friendship.” “But you actually came here.” “You really are thick-skinned after all.” “Why?” “If I were you, I don’t think I could show my face around here unless I found someone who could outdo Miss Kako.”

“Actually, I came here to report that—I’ve already made up my mind.”

“Hmm.” “I’m taking General Mitarai’s daughter as my wife.” “It’s not that I dropped out.” “The matchmaker commandeered everything.” “Even I don’t fully grasp how it happened.” “Is she pretty?” “I’ll leave that to your imagination.” “I’m already aboard this ship.” “I won’t withdraw so easily.” “But since details would poison your struggling mind, I’ll withhold them.” “Ha ha ha!” “So you took an elbow strike and defected?” “Don’t spout nonsense.” “His Excellency General Mitarai himself recommended me as matchmaker—he knows the full picture.” “Lay out the logic properly.” “Why would he desperately want a fool rejected elsewhere as his son-in-law?”

“I see.” “It seems Adachi and the others are misunderstanding that point, but I won’t go out of my way to explain it. They’ll find out soon enough.”

Even as he said this, Seto proceeded to explain at considerable length. Still, it bothered him. “If that’s how it is, then truly congratulations.” “After all, you’re the number one big brother and first in line.” “I suppose you’re next after me.” “That’s the plan.” “It’s the hierarchy of human cleverness.” “Heh heh.” “Ha ha ha!” “Then that would make Komiya the most clever of all.” “He’s an adopted son, so his circumstances are different.” “However, in the end, he might actually be the most clever.” “He’s more developed as a person than you or Adachi.”

“Well.” “Did you meet him?” “Lately.”

“Hmm.” “That guy really does seem to be part of Adachi’s faction.” “If you’ve met him recently, we need to stay vigilant.” “It’s perfectly fine.” “I merely went to submit my own report.” “They didn’t... say anything about me, did they?” “Ah yes—apparently you’re pursuing some other marriage arrangement on the side?” “They kept fuming about how disgracefully insincere it was.” “Ha ha ha!” “He’s an honest soul too, that one.” “What kind of marriage arrangement are we talking about?” “As proposals go, it’s utterly impeccable.” “My family’s pushing it forward too.” “But I’d still prefer to pursue this romantically.” “It might seem rather cunning of me, but I’m stringing them along without giving a firm answer.” “If—against all odds—Miss Kako were to reject me, I’d become a laughingstock otherwise.” “Merely exercising due caution for such contingencies.” “But she’s truly magnificent, I assure you.” “Shall I show you her photograph?”

Yoshikawa glanced at the hanging suit but stopped himself on impulse. Seto was a tough customer. He was being somewhat cautious.

“No need,” said Seto, maintaining his facade of disinterest to draw Yoshikawa out. “I’ve no interest in some society miss.” “She’s an executive’s daughter,” Yoshikawa pressed, unable to resist boasting. “Her pedigree outshines the Hashimotos’, but having boarded this ship...” He smirked, polishing his glasses with theatrical care. “I’ll be damned if I let Hokkaido horse breeders claim such prize stock.” “So Adachi’s the thoroughbred and I’m the stray mutt?” “Ha!” Yoshikawa’s laughter rang hollow as he patted his breast pocket. “Snatched this ages ago.” The admission slipped out before he could stop it—Seto’s probing always made him careless. “But since that photo captures my true sentiments...” He spread his hands in mock resignation. “Well, this whole charade hardly seems sporting.”

“So if things don’t work out with Miss Kako, you’ll take that young lady instead?” “Right. I’ll say ‘Actually, there’s this,’ and thrust the photo at you.” “You’re shackled by such petty vanity.” “It’s a man’s judgment. If you want to claim her as yours, you grovel from below to stay in her good graces—but cross me, and I’ll flip the script entirely.” “Can’t you be more composed? If it were me, conducting a comparative study between Miss Kako and that person would be an urgent task.”

“My father and mother say the same thing, but I’m too agitated right now to have any leeway for that. “And they’ll wait for me indefinitely. “The matchmaker’s practically my father’s underling, so there’s flexibility.” “But don’t you feel any responsibility about this?” “Not a shred.” “I simply can’t handle this sort of approach.” “The Hashimotos already have an inkling about it too.” Yoshikawa realized this had been a tactical maneuver. He’d spoken too freely and now felt uneasy. Komiya was pliable enough, but Seto terrified him—that extreme moralist.

“Hmm?” “Through Mrs. Maruo, I’ve made it seem like three or four marriage proposals are circulating.” “They actually come quite regularly, I assure you.” “Having no offers from elsewhere would prove one’s social ineptitude.” “Unlike Hokkaido.” “Adachi might have some too.” “As if! “That sort? “Miss Kako herself said there aren’t any.” “You discuss such details?” “Indeed. “I report every proposal without exception.” “By clarifying accountability, I make them shoulder the burden.” “With this logical siege, the castle’s about to fall.”

“This must ultimately be yours after all, I suppose.” “Your presence is dangerous, but I don’t think it’s a problem anymore.” “Actually, I once compared you and Adachi and said there was a ninety-to-ten success rate.” “I heard that from the horse.” “That must be what common-sense judgment dictates.” “No—that was a tactical maneuver to deter him. If Adachi becomes a candidate, the situation will only grow more chaotic.” “There’s no way it’s ninety-to-ten.”

“You’re rather sly yourself.” “Looking back, it was all a fleeting dream after all.” “Ha ha ha!”

Seto continued talking a while longer before taking his leave, though his resolve had already hardened. Despite being sworn friends who shared mutual trust, Yoshikawa had lately grown completely overwrought and disingenuous in all his dealings. As he approached the Ōtani residence while pondering how speaking plainly without embellishment was the only proper course with Mr. Nagakura—there stood Adachi waiting at the gate.

“Seto, come here for a moment. It’s a crisis!” “What is it?”

“Mrs. Ōtani has gone and asked Wakako to handle the bomb-dropping matter.”

“Hmm?” “The other night after meeting you all, when I talked to her about it upon returning home, she said we were throwing away people’s kindness and became terribly upset.” “She kept pressing me afterward too, but since I was being indecisive, this morning she went to Komiya’s place without consulting me and made the request.” “She confessed this right after you left earlier.” “Apparently there’s truly no prospect unless we do this, but what should we do?”

“I don’t mind.” “Does it bother you?”

“Well, if they’re all going to handle it together, there’s nothing to be done.” “What matters more is whether anyone’s found some weakness of Yoshikawa’s.” “That guy strikes back instantly—if both sides detonate their bombs, it’ll all come to nothing.” “I’m utterly beyond reproach here.” “Then there’s not the slightest cause for concern.” “Come inside for a moment.” “There’s something I need to discuss.” “I hadn’t realized how dire the situation had become, so I ended up in complete disarray.”

The Bomb Courier

Miss Kako welcomed Miss Kagawa, her closest friend among former classmates, into the parlor. A phone call had come about someone bringing a critical report, so she had been waiting. The truth was that Miss Kako had received sickbed visits during her year-end through New Year's convalescence, but after recovering fully, she still hadn't gone to express her thanks— “I wasn’t pressing you at all, you understand. Though of course you do owe me.”

and promptly made her realize it. Miss Kagawa was particular about keeping strict accounts of debts and credits. She kept track of their mutual visits in a notebook. "Is everything completely settled now?" "Oh. Thanks to you. Though I kept meaning to visit properly, I'm afraid I ended up being remiss." "You needn't go to such lengths with excuses anymore. As long as you understand this makes three times I've extended you credit." "Oh come now. Am I truly indebted to you that much?"

“You’re being sly.” “If you think it’s a lie, I’ll present the ledger for your inspection when you next visit.”

“There’s no need for that.” “I shall do my utmost to return the visits.” “Including today, that makes three?” “If we include today, that makes four.” “Oh my! “I simply cannot recall having been so remiss in visiting you, no matter how you count it.” “Not at all—since the marriage proposal began, I’ve been the only one making visits.” “You’ve only come once.”

“I have visited twice.” “Once I was away, so I didn’t count that instance.”

“You’re the sly one here!” “Oh ho ho ho.” “Let’s settle on three then - I shall absolutely return them within that count.” “Very well. By the way, has that particular matter been progressing smoothly?”

Miss Kagawa was interested in the form of Miss Kako’s marriage proposal. Since she would be going through the same process herself soon, it would serve as a useful reference. However, Miss Kako had only mentioned that one of the three candidates had withdrawn. Though they were close friends, because Miss Kagawa was a loose-lipped person, Miss Kako had been instructed by her mother to remain cautious. “No, not quite yet.” “You’re being quite thorough.” “It’s a major issue, you know.” “At present, which way are you leaning?” “Mr. Yoshikawa? Mr. Adachi?”

“Oh my!” Miss Kako was surprised. “Oh ho ho ho.” “How do you know their names?” “It’s the talk among classmates.” “How annoying. But I haven’t told anyone the names, you know. I haven’t even told you, you know.”

“Since this reached me through someone not particularly close to you, one can imagine how widely it’s being talked about in society.” “Is that what you call the ‘major incident’?” “I’ll explain properly in time.” “I heard it from Ms. Kita.” “An unexpected quarter, wouldn’t you agree?” “You seem to know everything already.” “The world truly is small, isn’t it?” “How could Ms. Kita possibly know about that?” “The one who withdrew was Mr. Seto.” “They say he’s also called a Tosa dog.”

“Oh my!” “Is there another one—a Mr. Komiya?” “How annoying you are. You’re practically a detective!” “The story came from Miss Wakako, who is engaged to Mr. Komiya, you know.” “Do you know?” “Miss Wakako?” "I have only heard rumors about Mr. Komiya and Miss Wakako, you know." “Miss Wakako and Miss Kita were classmates in elementary school, and their families have some sort of connection, they say.” “If I were to simply reveal the secret behind this magic trick, it would seem straightforward—but this is a grave matter.”

“What grudge could Ms. Kita possibly hold against me to spread such rumors?” “No, she confided this specifically to me. What I called rumors was just an aside. I’ve kept it completely secret, so you needn’t worry about that person at all. It was pure goodwill—from Miss Wakako, Ms. Kita, and myself. I must say I admired Miss Wakako’s approach. She felt it was her duty as a woman to inform you, which is why she deliberately went to Ms. Kita. And when Ms. Kita heard it from Miss Wakako, she came straight to me—so I thanked her properly.”

“What is it? What exactly do you wish to inform me about?” “It’s a major incident!” Ms. Kagawa tapped her chest twice for emphasis. “What major incident? Please do tell me at once.” “They say a two-timer has been frequenting your household—you must be on guard.” “It’s Mr. Yoshikawa.” “They say he’s already advancing another marriage proposal.” “My, “That sort of affair?”

Contrary to the other party's expectations, Miss Kako remained completely unperturbed. “Aren’t you surprised?” “Yes. When it comes to marriage proposals, whether for Mr. Yoshikawa or Mr. Adachi, it’s only natural they would have some underway. But such things don’t trouble me in the slightest.” “Even if they’re quite advanced?” “There’s no reason they should progress. What do you both suppose brings you to me?” “Quite the confident one, aren’t you.”

"In truth, since both of them are being equally wholeheartedly sincere, I find myself unable to decide between either of them."

“Then does that mean I was made a fool of?” “It must be Adachi’s faction scheming, without doubt.” “With strategists on both sides trading slanders, one cannot afford complacency.” “Since Mr. Yoshikawa has another marriage arrangement advancing, you mean to suggest rejecting him would be prudent?” “That indeed becomes the conclusion.” “For they say he carries something defensive in his pocket should he need to deliver an ultimatum.”

“The slander goes a bit too far.” “Regardless, he did pass Father’s character examination.” “As he’s a gentleman, what he’d produce would surely be more rational than a pistol.” “If it were a photograph of an exquisite young lady, what would you do?” “…………” “They say it’s a grave mistake to presume you’re the only woman in his considerations.” “Ms. Kagawa, is this true?” “As this comes secondhand, I can’t personally vouch for it, but it’s likely not mere rumor.” “Miss Wakako mentioned she could approach you directly if needed to relay this herself.”

“So there is indeed a basis for this after all?” “Even Ms. Kita, having considered your best interests, came forward immediately. In any case, you should at least take precautions.” “I understand. Since both of you are truly telling me this out of kindness.” “What will become of me?” “That must be your kindness, after all.”

“Oh my! ‘Must be,’ you say?”

“Ohohoho.” “There’s no payoff at all.” “Even though I went to all the trouble of reporting such a major incident to you.”

Ms. Kagawa put on an indignant act. Once the two began talking, they went on at length. In return for Ms. Kagawa’s kindness, Miss Kako had disclosed the progress of the marriage proposal in detail and consulted on countermeasures. The very next day happened to be Yoshikawa’s turn. Miss Kako, no different from her usual self, responded cheerfully throughout the evening, then took a small box from atop the mantelpiece,

“Mr. Yoshikawa, these are all Mr. Adachi’s.” While saying this, she showed the contents. A notebook, a paper holder, a business card holder, a receipt, a movie program, train commuter tickets, and such. However, they were not Adachi’s. She had thought of items likely to be in Adachi’s pockets and gathered them together. “What’s going on?” “I have conducted a body search.” “Huh?” Yoshikawa involuntarily began to rise. “Is this still acceptable?”

“Hah?” “It was my idea. But as a precautionary measure, I had Father and Mother review it beforehand. And you?” “What is it?” “I apologize for resembling a highwayman, but please take out everything from your pockets here.”

Though Miss Kako's voice had trembled at first, she now carried herself with unshakable dignity. “…………” “I don't doubt you, but this is a formality I've always wanted to observe at least once.” “Since I had Mr. Adachi go through it too, I trust you'll understand.” “A notebook, wallet, and commuter tickets.” “That should be about all.” “Everything.” “Please take up the hold-up position.” “Raise your hands.” “Miss Kako, this is unreasonable.”

“Why?” “You could at least trust me. I’ll take them out myself.” “In that case, I shall take it as confirmation that you’re concealing something.” “I suppose there’s no help for it.”

Yoshikawa raised both hands. Miss Kako methodically searched each pocket one by one and laid out the contents on the table. The photo in question was tucked inside his vest's inner pocket. "What is this, Mr. Yoshikawa?" "The truth is, I received this from a colleague at work yesterday. I hesitated to show it because I feared it might cause misunderstanding." "I was asked to arrange a marriage proposal for his younger sister." "......" "I shall provide a thorough explanation to satisfy your understanding."

“That’s quite enough.” “Well, given how sensitive this matter is, it would be inconvenient should your father and mother form strange impressions.” “Mr. Yoshikawa, I must now take my leave. “...as I find myself developing a headache.” Miss Kako exited the room without further ceremony. Yoshikawa—being a man of cultivated judgment—offered no attempt to detain her. He swept the items into his pocket and hastened toward the entranceway. Even this master tactician had been flustered by the ambush. Though winter’s chill gripped the air, perspiration glistened upon his brow.

Grand Finale

After that, resolutions came swiftly from all quarters.

The next day, Mrs. Hashimoto visited Mrs. Maruo, Yoshikawa’s matchmaker. The matter went without saying. Regrettably, there had been no match. Yoshikawa’s parents, believing this would finally make him abandon his aspirations, did not lose too much heart. It must be said that they had never welcomed the marriage competition in the first place. Now that things had come to this, Yoshikawa too had no choice but to manfully abandon his hopes. Following his parents’ advice, he agreed to seriously consider the Nagakura family’s marriage proposal. However, the very next evening, they were shocked when the matchmaker came to formally decline once more.

The Nagakura family bluntly declared that they had no intention of sacrificing their daughter for the sake of a youth engrossed in a marriage competition. When Yoshikawa insisted it was groundless, the matchmaker dismissed it as mere talk for the occasion and mentioned that Mr. Nagakura had received a caution from General Mitarai, whom he revered as his senior.

“I understand. Now I fully grasp everything.”

After a heated argument, Yoshikawa stood up.

“What’s wrong, Toshihiko?” “It’s the Tosa dog’s doing.” “Hmm?” “I’m going to have it out with him now.” “You’ve gone far enough. Do you want to shame us further before the entire world?”

Father admonished him. Yoshikawa was unable to sleep that night. No matter what, it was infuriating. He wrote a severance letter addressed to Seto. "You Tosa dog bastard—you came to spy on me that Sunday!" "No—you'd already schemed in advance and came to observe the situation!" "Damn it!" The letter was filled with such vehement phrases. He had come to understand that Seto had destroyed both marriage proposals. Through her interactions since autumn, Miss Kako had found herself compelled to favor Adachi’s earnest sincerity over Yoshikawa’s calculated brilliance. While Yoshikawa tended to present ten as twenty or thirty, Adachi estimated his own worth as lower than it truly was. Thus Yoshikawa had told quite a few lies. Though Adachi refrained from grand pretenses, he had never disappointed Miss Kako. As for Vice Admiral Hashimoto and his wife, though silent observers, they cherished Adachi’s pure-heartedness. Her younger brother Mitsuru remained thoroughly partial to Adachi. At this critical juncture came the bomb’s detonation—Yoshikawa found himself ruined without hesitation, leaving Adachi alone upon the stage. Yet Adachi remained oblivious to his current advantage. He felt responsible, convinced Mrs. Ōtani had asked Wakako to do something improper.

“Adachi.”

After the conversation had lapsed for a short while, Miss Kako called out. “Yes?”

“You must take great care when walking through the streets this coming week.” “Why?”

“If you keep thinking so much, you’ll get hit by an automobile.” “Thinking of what?” “My mother will explain later.” “Wh-what?” Letting his voice ring out, Adachi slid slightly from his chair. He had thought he was going to be refused. His legs trembled. “I…” “Huh?” “I’ve made up my mind. I have turned down Mr. Yoshikawa.” “Is it true?” “Oh my! Oh ho ho ho!”

Miss Kako burst into laughter. Adachi slid clean off his chair as he leaned forward. Later, he would explain his mental state at that moment. Having braced himself in a half-crouch anticipating rejection, he claimed the sudden good news had made him lose his balance.

About a month later, His Excellency Mitarai visited the Hashimoto residence. Having neglected to visit since their last meeting, he came to offer congratulations upon hearing that Miss Kako and Adachi’s marriage arrangement had grown increasingly settled. After delivering stiffly formal congratulations, “Your Excellency Hashimoto,” he began, “I ought to shave my head and enter monastic orders to atone—but given this bald scalp of mine, I beg your leniency.” “What do you mean by this?” “The offense demands seppuku. I approached you under false pretenses.”

“Your Excellency, I recall you having said much the same thing before as well, but what exactly is this about?” “It’s about Seto.” “Ah, right—the previous matter was also about Mr. Seto. However, regarding that matter, since it was your warning about a tendency toward mental instability, I must express my gratitude from my side.” “Ah, when you put it that way, I feel like crawling into a hole. In truth, a subsequent connection arose afterward, and we have decided to take Seto as my daughter’s husband.”

“Wh-what? And what exactly are the circumstances of that?” “I reported there being a tendency toward mental instability in the lineage, but that was an utter falsehood. While serving as matchmaker and overseeing his affairs, I gradually came to recognize him as a most commendable man. Being from my hometown and thoroughly acquainted with his background, I conceived the unorthodox notion of securing him for my own daughter rather than relinquishing him to others—and thus employed certain stratagems.” “Wh-what?” “Though this constitutes a grave impropriety, knowing we both share parental affection for our daughters, I trusted Your Excellency would magnanimously acquiesce once I provided fuller explanation in due course...”

His Excellency Mitarai even confessed to the contrivance of having Mr. Seto take his hand. “This is astonishing,” said Vice Admiral Hashimoto. “Now that I myself have acquired a perfectly satisfactory son-in-law, I shall not lodge a complaint—but Your Excellency has been quite underhanded.”

“I most humbly apologize.” “When someone snatches away the most prized item from those I had gathered, you’ll find few who’d graciously understand it.” “If this had been our youth and my own marriage proposal at stake, I’d be challenging you to a duel right now.”

“If it were my own problem, I wouldn’t interfere.” “What do you think about that, I wonder?”

“Ha ha!” "I have never snatched away others' wives or sons-in-law, but it must weigh quite heavily on your conscience, don’t you think?" “It’s troubling to hear such scandalous implications." “This concerns only a son-in-law matter." “And that too occurs just once in one’s lifetime." “Ha ha!”

And His Excellency Hashimoto did not press the matter further. Seto sent a twenty-page reply spanning sheets of formal stationery in response to Yoshikawa’s letter of severance. Though he hadn’t personally executed the bomb strategy, he made no attempt to hide his full involvement in its planning. After laying bare every detail of the circumstances and advising Yoshikawa to take things more seriously, he conveyed that even the Nagakura family might reconsider their position depending on his conduct. Yet no reply came—and soon enough, Adachi and Komiya too received letters cutting ties. The stated reason was simply that they should search their own hearts.

Amidst all this, Komiya and Wakako’s wedding took place. Adachi and Seto attended the wedding reception and sat next to each other. “If only Yoshikawa were here too, it would be perfect.” Adachi whispered. “Hmm. I was thinking the same thing.” “What will become of him?”

“There’s nothing to be done about it now.” “Are we to gain wives and lose our friends?” “It really does seem that way. “I’ve thought it through. “If I were in Yoshikawa’s position, I’d take Yoshikawa’s attitude too. “Competition is competition, and friendship is friendship—it’s not a matter of logic.” “I might be the same way. “However, I think if we hadn’t dropped that bomb, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. “Even Komiya got dragged into this...” “But then you’d be the one in danger.”

“Hmm.” “The bomb wasn’t just for your sake. Out of duty to Mr. Nagakura, I couldn’t stay silent either.” “Either way, it’s just so lonely.”

“I feel it’s such a waste. He’s not a bad person at all, you know.” “So after all, someone ends up in this position, huh.” “Even if people say ‘competition is competition, friendship is friendship,’ I had anticipated that those who succeeded would get cut off by two people and that Komiya would mediate within two or three years. However, since both you and I succeeded, and Yoshikawa, the failure, ended up cutting ties with three people, it’s really quite pitiful.” “Don’t you think things might work out in a couple of years?”

“It’s probably completely hopeless.” “As you say, it was fate that someone would end up like this.” Seto seemed resigned.