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Tomorrow's Leaf" (Ashitaba)
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I recently bought seeds of "Tomorrow's Leaf" (Ashitaba) at a home center. 150 yen. This vegetable, which is native to the Izu Islands, grows wild locally. It belongs to the Umbelliferae family, well, it's an Apiaceae, but it is characterized by its exceptionally high content of vitamin B12, which is essential for brain function, along with comfrey among plants. This is a beauty that vegans should cry for joy in. Recommended. It's just a little big.
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明日葉
私は最近ホームセンターで「明日葉」(アシタバ)の種を購入しました。150円。伊豆諸島が原産のこの野菜は、現地では自生しています。セリ科で、まあ、セリの仲間ですが、脳の働きに不可欠なビタミンB12を、植物では、コンフリーと並び、例外的に含有していることが特徴です。これは、完全菜食主義者:ヴィーガンにとって、泣いて喜ぶべき美質です。おススメ。ただちょっと大型です。
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fallershipping · 2 days
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I've been using this map as my imagined visual of the Japanese Pokemon regions. (Kitakami is an actual real world city located south of "Sinnoh" aka Hokkaido! Actually there's a whole mountain range in that area known as the Kitakami Mountains)
Mossdeep City, the location of the Space Center is actually 1:1 where Japan's Space Center is, not kidding. A bit weird, right? While in the games, we think as Mossdeep being East of Mt. Chimney, but it's actually South of it when oriented the correct way.
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Whether regions do make up an entire country when put together is not confirmed, there might not be a typical government that we see IRL, but regions that are very close to one another probably have unity in very similar cultural identities.
Anabel in my verse is Japanese, and I'm wondering about the the idea that she is Kanto born and her parents have business HQs in Kanto (Celadon City is where Tokyo City should be! Gosh, but every city in Kanto looks so small even in remakes! They need to fix this because Celadon is LITERALLY TOKYO i should know i went there) -- and while Anabel is Kanto born, she spent the majority of her life in Hoenn or at least near Hoenn with her grandparents/extended family.
Looker in my verse is European, but he speaks in a distinctly American accent... Wondering if perhaps he was born in a region equivalent to Germany or whatnot and spent a lot of time acclimating to America? Or he's only ever grown up European and he just developed an American accent for hiding identity purposes... Also! Kalos does have two regions! North and South. The mountains that border Paldea are primarily belonging to Southern Kalos. (Just wait until Legends Z-A destroys this with a random line of dialogue or random map asset.)
EDIT: The Legendary Beasts and the Kanto Birds are migratory and have been spotted all over the place! It's interesting to note that Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres go north as Professor Oak said "it is part of their migration," possibly implying they are a Japanese species. Legendary Beasts can appear in Kanto! (Don't hunt for them, FRLG Beasts have three IVs set to 0 due to a glitch they're practically useless) and additionally, Regirock/Regice/Registeel seem to have units in Sinnoh, though another Regigigas can be encountered in Hoenn. Perhaps Wherever there is a Regigigas present, there will be Regi Pokemon somewhere buried in the area?
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pix4japan · 1 year
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Silhouette of Island and Crashing Waves (Cape Tsumeki, Shizuoka Pref., Japan shot on January 25, 2023)
The view of Tsumeki Island (爪木島) off the coast of Tsumekizaki  Beach makes for a nice subject with the morning sunrise creating wonderful golden light aided by low cloud cover over Sagami Bay in the far distance.
This shot is just one of the many beautiful views you can enjoy in the Tsumekizaki Natural Park located in the city boundaries of Shimoda in Shizuoka Prefecture.
If you are into fishing, there are several boats that you can charter to take you out to the eastern side of the island where you can go ashore and try your hand at catching medina, parrot fish, red sea bream, grunt, black snapper, etc., depending on the season.
Be sure to check the Pix4Japan blog for access info!
Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 105 mm ISO 100 for 1/30 sec. at ƒ/11
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cheswirls · 1 year
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do i wanna sit thru a lets play of frlg postgame or rely on bulba like last time hm..
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hattressofmadness · 2 years
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Hattress Crossing
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It was a lovely day on Honei Island. It was a small, once deserted island in the middle of the Pacific. When an inter-dimensional traveler by the name of Tom Nook bought it, he offered where people could move in and create a small community. Powers and non-powers alike welcome and treated as equals.
It was here that Hattress and Dabs retired to. Their baby, Miracle, was the first one born on the island. The little baby girl was a sweetheart already, and already showing signs of magic.
Once Hattress had recovered, the couple sent invites to their friends. Izu and Kat had already visited, but since Izu was the world’s superhero now, they had to leave. They next heard from their friends in the Force League that they were coming. So now they were waiting by the airport to welcome their new friends, Miracle happy in her stroller.
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yama-bato · 7 months
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Picture of the Seven Islands of Izu: Hachijō-kojima Island Painted by Hasegawa Shinkichi 1846 (Kōka 3) Kondo Marine Memorial Foundation Collection Library 271
www.library.metro.tokyo.lg.jp
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littleeyesofpallas · 1 year
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Shihouin[四楓院] Chika[千日]
Shi[四]: "4"
Hou[楓]: "Maple(tree)"
In[院]: "Temple/House(of governmetn)/Institution"
Chi[千]: "1,000"
Ka[日]: "(The)Sun"/"Day"
Given the naming pattern with Yoruichi and Yuushirou reading "Night 1" and "Night 4 Son", it would follow that Chika's name here reads as "1000 Days" or "1000th Day" A curious notion when the Shihouin crest has a moon on it, which was obviously where the night motif in the later heirs came from. Is Chika a blacksheep of the family for not having a night name? Or did the Shihouin change their motif at some point from day/sun to night/moon?
And very noticeably he's wearing what looks like a chinese style of lamellar belt(it's hard to say when there isn't an accompanying suit of armor to go with it) but it evokes to me a lot of Ming dynasty period pieces(or alternatively very anime-ass Romance of the Three Kingdoms designs) and incidentally Journey To The West was written in the Ming Dynasty, and combined with his complexion and his distinctive Xiangyun[祥云]:"auspicious clouds" scarf (and of course my ongoing crackpot theory about there being an unspoken theme of pre-Japanese Buddhism underlying the foundation of Soul Society) makes me think he's specifically Indian but having travelled East across China(or whatever the Soul Society equivalents are)
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Izuhara[嚴原] Kinroku[金勒]
Izu[嚴]: "Strict/Stern"
Hara[原]: "Plain/Field/Wilderness"
Kin[金]: "Gold"
Roku[勒]: "Bit/Bridle(like a horse's)"
Makes him sound like a wild stallion type who was only tamed by being bribed with wealth and luxury. At first glance I had pegged him for a cold corporate or medical type, but looking at him again he has a certain yakuza look about him too. Less an overt thug and more a grifter, a penny pincher, a coldblooded loan shark type, and this name seems to vibe with that. It's hard to tell but it looks like he has the archetypal yakuza/laborer bellywarmer like Tetsuzaemon did too.
Shijima[志島] Chikiri[知霧]
Shi[志]: "Will/Resolution/Ambition"
Jima[島]: "Island"
Chi[知]: "Wisdom/jnana"
Kiri[霧]: "Mist/Fog/Haze"
Same root word Shi[志] as in the Shiba family and in Okikiba Genshiro's given name. Weird that all three of these are associated with the water; waves/ripples, islands, and distant waters.
The given name is fun because it seems to describe him as wise but in a hazy way, his wisdom is obscured or unclear; whether that means it's unclear to others, or even to him isn't clear. Either one seems to fit his kind of disheveled appearance.
Now that we can see him properly, he kind of reminds me of Wonderweiss.
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Obana[尾花] Danjirou[彈児郎]
O[尾]: "Tail"
Bana[花]: "flower"
Dan[彈]: "Bullet/Pellet/(musket)Ball"
Ji[児]: "newborn baby"
Rou[郎]: "son"
On the one hand the compound [尾花] appears to refer to "(ear of) Japanese pampas grass" which is also known as the Chinese Silver Grass. But it's also part of the compound [鸟尾花] refering to the Crossandra infundibuliformis, the Firecracker Flower. And also [鸢尾花] referring to irises in general. Since, as the 5th division captain, he's not the one with an iris insignia, I'm going to go with the silver grass reference. It does evoke a certain rugged and pastoral landscape that seems to suit the rustic almost hick-ish vibe he has going on.
As for Bullet baby.... I have no idea what to make of it...
Saitou[齊藤] Furofushi[不老不死]
[齊]: "...-Like/as if..."
[藤]: "Wisteria"
[不老]: "No grow old"
[不死]: "No die"
"Wisteria-like" has obvious evocations in her hair color and pigtails. The given name all together is actually a phrase meaning "immortality/perpetual youth." Pretty straight forward.
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Shigyou[執行] Nobutsuna[乃武綱]
Shigyou[執行]: "execution/enforcment"/"executive/executor"*
No[乃]: "<possessive indicator>"
Bu[武]: "Military/Martial"
Tsuna[綱]: "Cord/Rope"
*can also refer to a "lead monk performing various tasks in a (buddhist)temple" although his overall appearance is anything but monk-like; certainly there are other captains here that would suit that reading better. So, the "rope or military enforcement."
(The random 3rd division guy with the "Winter Whistle" sword was named Taketsuna[武綱])
Katoribatsu[鹿取抜] Unsai[雲齋]
Ka[鹿]: "Deer"
Toribatsu[取抜]: "Drain/Extract"
Un'[雲]: "Cloud"
Sai[齋]: "<indicates a penname>"
Ok, first of all... "Deer Extraction"??? And then her given name is either "Penname: Cloud" or if taken together [雲齋]: "cotten drill" as in the twill weave fabric used for things like khakis?? But that feels like a weird way to go. She is quite bookish looking (i mean... as if she can avoid it in the proximity of Nanao and Risa...) so perhaps she's an author on the side? Hence the penname. But as for the deer collecting... it feels like a weird way to phrase it, but I'm assume it's trying to conjure a disney princess-like scene of her attracting deer to her to show her purity and trustworthiness? Maybe???
Also she has a distinctive, Zhōngguó jié[中國結]: "Chinese knot" ornament at the end of her naginata(?) which wasn't shown in the poster. Although the coloration on this sheet is oddly gold rather than the more typical red. What is probably the most common and recognizable design is the Pán zhǎng jié[盤長結], sometimes called an "endless knot" or "eternal knot" and is used to represent various Buddhist virtues.
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Kumoi[久面井] Entetsu[煙鐵]
Ku[久]: "A long time"
Mo[面]: "Face/Mask/Surface"
I[井]: "Well(water source/hole in the ground)"
En'[煙]: "Smoke"
Tetsu[鐵]: "Iron"
He sounds and looks very much like a jailer/torturer, not unlike some vibes Urahara's backstory gave off. Kumoi's zanpakuou is also a Tiěbiān[鐵鞭], a sectioned iron rod, part of a broader family of weapons/tools all called "iron whips."
Interestingly it's the same type of weapon Sui-feng's bankai, Jakuhou Raikouben[雀蜂雷公鞭], is named after.
Outokawa[王途川] Furuoki[雨緒紀]
Ou[王]: "King"
To[途]: "Road/Way"
Kawa[川]: "River"
Furu[雨]: "Rain"
O[緒]: "Cord/String(of an instrument)"
Ki[紀]: "Era/Period(of time)" or "Rule/(Written)Record"
"King's Way River" is a very pompous sounding family name... Interestingly the name Furuoki uses the kanji [雨] for rain, but is pronounced here like furu[降る] which is the verb for "to fall" referring specifically to rain or snow. The "Era of Rain(fall) String." It might be a stretch but I want to interpret that as the lines of rain falling being equated to the string of an instrument, and by proxy comparing the sound of rain fall as music.
But alternatively it could be another play into Kubo's on-again-off-again rain symbolism. Sometimes it's Ichigo's depression, sometimes it's Uryuu's legacy as the last Quincy, sometimes it's Orihime making confusing statements about joining earth and heaven, in direct contradiction to her Tanabata namesake... Is it "The Rule of Rainfall" as in the downpour comes eventually no matter how you run from it? Or as in, heaven and earth are joined eventually if your just wait? Or as in heavens will be clouded over and separated eventually? Or as in, relief comes eventually and even the worst drought can't last forever?
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Zenjou[善定] Jiuhin[寺有嬪]
Zen'[善]:"Virtue/Goodness/Good deeds
Jou[定]: "certainty/reality/samadhi"
Ji[寺]: "temple"
U[有]: "bhava/becoming/existence"
Hin'[嬪]: "court lady/virtuous woman/concubine"
So I can't quite tell if Kubo's just leaning into the on'yomi here, or if he's specifically aiming for a Chinese reading. I want to say On'yomi, but it is fairly close to the Chinese reading Shàndìng[善定] Sìyǒupín[寺有嬪] it's just the dìng[定] vs jou[定] throwing a wrench in it. And I'm hung up on Jiuhin's name sounding Chinese because with the mandarin style collared shirt and the fact that he has... for some reason two... queue... it all points to a distinctly Chinese influence in the design.
Arguably the face paint could also be pulled erroneously from the brooder aesthetic of Chinese opera --as in maybe Kubo was going for a Chinese opera inspired look, but what's here definitely isn't accurate to the style-- but it feels very in line with Kubo's own funky sensibilities either way.
Sakahone[逆骨] Saizou[才藏]
Saka[逆]: "Reverse"
Hone[骨]: "Bone"
Sai[才]:"Talent/Ability"
Zou[藏]: "Hidden"
....the idea that this decrepit old man is named "Reverse Bones" as if he's like that because his bones are just "wrong" is for some reason hilarious and horrifying to me. "Hidden Talent" seems self-explanatory given he looks like he should barely be able to move, let alone fight or kill a person.
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lierrelearns · 2 months
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天守閣 小田原城天守閣 「天守」とはお城の象徴ともいえる建物で、お城の内外を見張るための物見櫓や蔵などとして用いられました。江戸時代までは「殿主」「殿守」などとも記され、「天守閣」と呼ばれるのは明治時代になってからのことです。江戸時代の小田原城は江戸の西を守る要の城とされ、徳川将軍家の宿所としても用いられました。寛永11年(1634)には、京都へと向かう途中の三代将軍徳川家光が天守に登り、武具を見たり展望を楽しんだりしたという記録が残っています。 元禄16年(1703)の大地震で、天守を含めた小田原城のほとんどの建物が倒壊・焼失しますが、天守は宝永2年(1705)に外観三層内部四階の「天守櫓」、入り口の「付櫓」、両者を結ぶ「続櫓」の三棟からなる櫓群として再建され、明治3年(1870)の廃城・解体までその姿を保ちました。 現在の天守閣は、昭和35年(1960)に市制20周年の記念事業として鉄筋コンクリート造で復興されたものです。復興に際しては、江戸時代の天守引図(設計図)や模型を参考に外観が復興され、最上階には周囲の景色を楽しめるように高欄が設けられました。 そして、平成28年(2016)には耐震改修工事と展示の全面的なリニューアルが行われました。天守閣内部では古文書や甲冑・刀剣、発掘調査による出土品などを展示し、小田原城の歴史を紹介しています。 標高約60メートルの位置にある最上階からは相模湾が一望でき、晴れた日には三浦半島や伊豆大島、遠く利島、房総半島までを望むことができます。
“Tenshukaku” means “Castle tower”, the symbolic structure of a Japanese castle. This castle tower served as storehouse, watch tower, or others in Edo period. Having a role to protect the west of Edo, the capital of Japan, the Odawara Castle was a special castle that even the Tokugawa shogunate family stayed at. Although having been demolished during the Meiji period, it was restored in 1960. Since a large-scale renewal completed in 2015, various historical materials such as armors, swords, etc. have been exhibited inside the structure. From the topmost floor of the Castle tower, the superb view of the entire Sagami-wan Bay can be enjoyed.
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文久図(小田原城天守閣蔵) 文久年間(1861~1864)に作られたとされる絵図で、幕末期の天守の姿が描かれています。
天守閣入場料 Admission fee 個人 - person | 団体 - Group (more than 30 people) 大人 - (over 15 years old) 500円 (500 en) | 400円 (400 en) 小中学生 - Elementary/Junior high school student 200円 (200 en) | 160円 (160 en)
開館時間:AM9:00~PM5:00 (入館はPM4:30まで) 9:00A.M. - 5:00P.M. (Last admission 30 minutes before closing time)
Vocab 天守閣(てんしゅかく)castle tower, keep, donjon 天守(てんしゅ)castle tower 象徴(しょうちょう)symbol, emblem, representation 内外(ないがい)interior and exterior 見張る(みはる)to stand watch, guard 物見櫓(ものみやぐら)watch tower 用いる(もちいる)to use, make use of 殿主(でんす)(Buddhist) priest in charge of a temple’s clerical duties 殿守(とのもり)palace guard [same for 主殿(とのも)] 記する(きする)to remember, to note とされる )…is considered to… 将軍家(しょうぐんけ)family positioned to accede the shogunate 宿所(しゅくしょ)address, lodgings, accomodations 途中(とちゅう)en route 徳川家光(とくがわいえみつ)Tokugawa Iemitsu 武具(ぶぐ)arms, weapons 展望(てんぼう)view, outlook 元禄(げんろく)Genroku era (9.30.1688-3.13.1704) ほとんど almost all (of) 倒壊(とうかい)destruction, collapse 焼失(しょうしつ)destruction by fire, being burnt down 宝永(ほうえい)Hoei era (3.13.1704-4.25.1711) 外観(がいかん)outward appearance 付櫓(つけやぐら)attached turret/watchtower 両者(りょうしゃ)pair, two people, two things 続櫓(ぞくやぐら)a row house watchtower that continues from the gate watchtower)(櫓門) 棟(とう)counter for buildings 群(ぐん))group 廃城(はいじょう)abandoned castle 解体(かいたい)demolition, taking down 保つ(たもつ)to keep, preserve 市制(しせい)municipality 鉄筋コンクリート(てっきんコンクリート)reinforced concrete 復興(ふっこう)reconstruction, restoration に際して(にさいして)at the time of, during 設計図(せっけいず)plan, blueprint 模型(もけい)model 最上階(さいじょうかい)top floor 高欄(こうらん)railing 設ける(もうける)to prepare, provide 耐震(たいしん)resistant to earthquakes 改修工事(かいしゅうこうじ)repair work 展示(てんじ)exhibition, display 全面的(ぜんめんてき)total, complete, extensive 古文書(こぶんしょ)historical document, archives 甲冑(かっちゅう)armor and helmet 刀剣(とうけん)sword 発掘(はっくつ)excavation 出土品(しゅつどひん)artefact, archaeological find 標高(ひょうこう)elevation 相模湾(さがみわん)Sagami Bay 一望(いちぼう)sweeping/unbroken view 三浦半島(みうらはんとう)Miura Peninsula 伊豆大島(いずおおしま)Izu Oshima 利島(としま)Toshima Island 房総半島(ぼうそうはんとう)Boso Peninsula 望む(のぞむ)to expect, hope for, look forward to 入場料(にゅうじょうりょう)admission fee 入館(にゅうかん)entrance (into a library, museum, etc.)
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birdstudies · 10 months
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May 24, 2023 - Owston's Tit (Sittiparus owstoni) These tits are found in broadleaf forests on the southern Izu Islands in Japan. Their diet is not well studied, but probably includes acorns and ants, possibly along with other seeds, invertebrates, and berries. They build their nests from moss and plant fibers in cavities, usually in trees. Females incubate the eggs alone, but both parents feed the chicks. They are listed as Endangered by the IUCN due to population declines in their small range caused by habitat loss and possibly invasive species. Volcanic eruptions may also put them at risk of habitat degradation.
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dcsiremc · 2 months
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*Part 2 of Crazy Rich Pro Heroes*
The public, or rather, the envious simpletons who live normal and average lives in Japan, grumble about how rich the heroes of Japan live, as well as the elite billionaires and most politicians. But for most, it's not a symbol of status Like Denki or Yo Shindo lives it in, but comfort.
Katsuki does have an Acura SUV, but he also drives a black Porsche convertible with orange and green stripes on the hood and trunk. He also owns a sleek and fast Suzuki Hayabusa motorbike because he has a passion for bikes. But that's as flashy as he will ever get.
Kirishima has a large red Toyota pick up truck that he usually likes to drive because it fits his aesthetic. But he does have a nice burgundy Cadillac SUV that he drives for special occasions. But the pick up truck is his main one, while living in a simple two story house.
Shindo is a show off. Arguably more than Denki. He has three different sports cars, and he owns a penthouse in Tokyo, Osaka, and has a mansion not far from Mt. Fuji. Shindo (or rather Grand) is gaudy but he has taste. But he shows off and it annoys Katsuki.
So it amazes many people that Izuku lives frugally when he can buy private islands 20 times over, he can buy Lamborghinis 500 times over and still not run out, he can buy whole buildings in major Japanese cities. But nope. He and you live like a normal couple. Except on special occasions, when you and him come out of rented Audis or Mercedes instead of his All Might themed and hero decorated Honda in expensive clothes.
You can't ever not be surprised how Izuku can dress in a shirt and shorts or joggers from a cheap department store at home and then dress in Brunello Cucinelli and Versace suits at special occasions. But you love him regardless🥰🥰
(I definitely can see Katsuki have a huge passion for motorbikes and owning the best motorbike model and a Porsche as his sports car. But he drives his Acura when he doesn't want to be recognized🙌)
thinking about getting a simple home on the countryside with izu, having a lil farm and turning him into the sweet southern boy of my dreams😵‍💫 just for him to flips the switch every special occasion
gotta raise our kiddos somewhere quiet👀
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japanskalekt · 7 months
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Aogashima (青ヶ島) is a volcanic island to the south of Japan in northernmost Micronesia. It is the southernmost and most isolated inhabited island of the Izus, which are politically and administratively part of Japan but geographically not part of the Japanese archipelago. The islands border the northeast Philippine Sea and lie immediately north of the Bonin Islands, which are also governed by Japan. The island is approximately 358 kilometres (222 mi) south of Tokyo and 64 kilometres (40 mi) south of Hachijō-jima. There are about 170 people living on the island.
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aeoki · 3 months
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Phantom Airship - So I Raced Through The Sky: Chapter 2
Location: ES Meeting Room Characters: Izumi, Sora & Aira
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Aira: Huh? Where am I…?
Wait! Why am I at ES!?
Did the game bug out and forcibly send me back to reality? But I should be in the prop room if that’s the case. I don’t know what’s going on…!
Sora: “HaHa~ What a disaster that tornado was, huh, traveller~?”
“Sora doesn’t blame you for being surprised. This is ‘Science Island’ – the island with the highest level of technology on the ‘Phantom Airship’.”
Aira: “Science Island”...? Oh, so is that why it looks so modern?
Sora: “There’s also a budget for 3D assets and a realistic-looking town, but that’s basically the gist of it~”
Aira: What~? It’s not every day that I get to experience VR and I’m the only one that’s sent to this realistic place… It kinda feels like a waste, you know?
Don’t you have something else for me? Like using magic or strange encounters that you’d never have in real life…?
Sora: “Unfortunately, we don’t have any of that.”
“This ‘Phantom Airship’ is a stage to improve idol abilities, so it’s made to ban cheating.”
“And everything on this ‘Science Island’ is made using science!”
“It’s very different from magic and fantastical islands, so please do your best in an honest manner~♪”
Aira: Y-You’re kidding. Then, how is that any different from what I normally do in real life!?
Uuu~ I guess I’ve got no choice. It looks like the footage from the “Phantom Airship” will be broadcast online or on TV, so I should do my best to show myself doing some cool things.
Umm. So what’s the trial on this “Science Island”?
We’re in a meeting room so like a quiz? Something that uses your brain? It’s not really my forte, but I’ve come all the way here, so I’ve gotta do something…!
Izumi: “Hey, Ai-kun~? You totally skipped today’s practice session, right?”
“You’re one of the idols I acknowledged, so you should get your head on straight. Otherwise you’ll just embarrass me!”
Aira: W-What…?
Izumi: “Geez. You’re still not getting it even after all I’ve said?”
“It makes me anxious practising on my own. You’re one of the idols I’ve acknowledged, Ai-kun, so you have to be with me!”
Aira: W-Wait a minute, Harukawa-senpai! What kind of trial is this!?
Sena-senpai is being weirdly needy. I mean, this Sena-senpai seems like a fake…! Did you eat something bad!?
Sora: “Oh, it seems someone appeared before Sora could explain.”
“This island is a bonus stage! WIth the help of technology, this world can grant your wish~☆”
“Anyway, all the NPCs in this world love you, Ai-chan!”
“You can stay however long you like on this island, so please have a lovely time ♪”
Aira: Really!? Yay! This is such a ravely turn of events!
(I see. We weren’t really bathing in the spotlight because of our newbie status.)
(But maybe it’s because we took part in the “SS” main battle, so we’re getting more opportunities where others spoil us with attention…!)
(If I work as an idol, they’ll also respect me when I’m not acting as an idol… Two birds with one stone is truly what this situation is like ♪)
Izumi: “So? What’re you gonna do now? If you’re gonna make me feel better, then I don’t mind joining you on some practice sessions.”
Aira: Ehehe. That sure makes it hard to choose…♪
I know. I’ll put the practice session on hold for now, but how about we go shopping instead?
I’ve always wanted to know the cosmetic products or the clothing brands you use, Sena-senpai… And there’s a lotta stuff I wanna talk about ♪
Izumi: “Really? Anywhere’s a blast with you, Ai-kun!”
“WIth that said, let’s go outside. I’ll pick out something for you ♪”
“...And you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Sena-senpai’.”
“We’re besties so isn’t there a better name you can call me?”
Aira: O-Oh, right! Sena-senp– I mean, Izu-kun!
I’m so happy you acknowledge me, Izu-kun. Let’s be good friends forever ♪
Ehehe. I was really worried when we were hit by that tornado, but I can’t believe I got to wake up in this paradise…♪
Thanks, Harukawa-senpai! I’m gonna enjoy this bonus stage for a little while longer!
Sora: “HiHi~♪ Looks like you’re making good use of it right away, Ai-chan!”
“This ‘Phantom Airship’ is a video game where you can enjoy wonderful illusions. Sora hopes you can have a lot of fun on this ‘Science Island’ before you get sick of it~♪”
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At Arm's Length Chapter 23
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Chapter 23: Answer
Three days had passed since then. Koshijiro had overexerted himself and was confined to the clinic with Yahiko and Himura. Takani delivered thorough admonishment.
“Ken-san, you’re incredibly malnourished; you need to eat or I’ll start with a funnel! As for you, Yahiko, those dagger injuries are still at risk of infection and you have to let them fully heal. And I can’t believe I have to say this, but Kamiya-san! You nearly opened your shoulder wound. I swear, the rest of these idiots are rubbing off on you…”
“I regret nothing.” He resolutely answered and he meant it. “I would do it all over again, to protect Tokyo.”
Makimachi jumped in. “Megumi, everything’s fine now! Even better, we know where we’re going!” The island was to the south, roughly twenty kilometers east of the Izu archipelago. It was reportedly uninhabited, given its high cliffs, but it was on the supply route they previously discovered and a direct path to Shanghai could easily be mapped out.
Upon hearing this information, Koshijiro attempted to leave the bed. “We need to prepare for the trip. We have to set sail at any moment.” He felt a sharp pinch in his arm and looked downwards to find a needle in Takani’s hand.
“Not you. You have to rest.”
A numbness radiated from the injection site, spreading in a wave to his chest and head. “You gave me a sedative.” He said in disbelief, and he couldn’t prevent his eyelids from falling.
“Sorry, Kamiya-san, but we’ll take care of everything.” Those were the last words he heard, before he plunged into sleep.
And so, he was trapped in that little room. He was allowed visitors, and the young officers were among the first, relaying the news that the chief inspector would return to duty soon. The station was being urgently rebuilt…also, there were rumors of a medal, which Koshijiro winced at.
“It’s unnecessary. Please tell the chief I said that.” However, from their proud expressions, he doubted they’d try to dissuade any of the higher-ups. They left with such good cheer and he had to suppress a sigh. Well, the morale boost was promising.
Then, Tae and Tsubame arrived. They stopped by Koshijiro first, and he thanked the girl. “Tsubame, you did an excellent job of finding Himura-san.”
“I-it was nothing! I’m glad he heard me. Megumi-san said he’s asleep though.”
“He has to recover as much as he can. However, Yahiko should be awake in his room.”
She smiled, ducked her head, and headed next door. However, Tae lingered. “Thank you, Kamiya-san, for what you did. But are you alright? This week, so much has happened.”
“Yes, I’m fine.” He hesitated before adding. “We’re going to depart very soon. It has to do with our attacker and I’m sorry, but I can’t say more. Not until we’re all home again.” He hoped she caught his choice in words, the use of ‘attacker’ instead of ‘murderer’, and his particular emphasis.
A long pause followed. Tae’s eyes flickered to the window and back to him. Slowly, she said. “I think I understand. You know, someone left red spider lilies on Kaoru’s gravesite. She might not like those, so I’ll clean them up.” She said this casually, but even he knew that the flowers represented the afterlife.
“Thank you. That would be appropriate.”
She gave a tight smile, and abruptly, tears sprung from her gaze. “If…if anyone is hurt when you return, let me know. I’ll do whatever I can. Please.”
It was an odd reaction from her, something he’d never seen before, but he readily agreed. “Of course, Sekihara-san.”
Hastily, she wiped her eyes and exhaled. “Well, I’ll check on Yahiko and Tsubame, though they’re probably behaving.” Her smile was a little wobbly but she was otherwise calm.
He didn’t have time to consider her behavior because Takani entered to examine him. She was acting as sole provider, having negotiated with Dr. Gensai to cover the clinic alone until they inevitably left Tokyo.
“How are the others?” He asked.
“Ken-san had soup for lunch but he can try solid food tonight. He’s sleeping restfully for once, so I’ve placed a sign on his door not to disturb him. Yahiko looks like he wants to practice kenjutsu, I’m keeping a close eye in case he sneaks out.” She proceeded with a rudimentary exam. “And there’s something else. I’ve made up my mind. After everyone recovers from this upcoming fight, I’m going to Aizu.”
“The Aizu police haven’t replied yet, but perhaps, they need another reminder.”
“It isn’t just that. I know I want to return there, to find my mother and brothers. You never gave up on Kaoru, and my family has no one else but me. I have lived long enough in self-pity; I’m ready to look for them.” She sounded certain of herself. “Besides, I can always return to visit, right?”
“Absolutely. You’re welcome at the dojo any time.”
“Thank you. Still, I think I will miss everyone.” A familiar sadness flickered across her face, and with that, she briskly walked away.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t the last of her because not two hours later, her voice echoed from the front. Koshijiro strained to listen, and he got up, peering into the hall. Hurried footsteps paced closer, two sets and one was certainly heavier.
“At this point, I can’t even be surprised. Sit down in that room, and I’ll bring my supplies.”
“Fine, fine.” But the low voice was laidback, and Koshijiro stared at Sagara, standing near an adjacent door and cradling his bandaged right hand. The young man broke into a wide grin. “Hey, old man! I made it in time.”
“Welcome back. You do seem a little worse for the wear.” Koshijiro wryly said, nodding at the injury.
“Got a story behind this, once we’re all together. I have you to thank for that, for pushing me in the right direction.” Then, Takani approached, a box of dressings tucked under her arm.
“You’re lucky you weren’t delayed; otherwise, we would’ve left you behind. Now, Ken-san is the only one who needs to be ready.”
“How is he?” His tone was guarded.
“Much better, because of Kamiya-san.”
“Gotta thank you twice then.” He gave a two-fingered salute. “And? What’s the plan?”
It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be a docile patient, so Koshijiro joined them. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Yahiko barged in.
“I knew it! I knew I heard you, Sanosuke! Where the heck have you been?!”
“To my parents’ house in Nagano.” Ah, he did reunite with his family. “I left last night.”
“That’s far!” Takani exclaimed.
“Yeah, and I’m starving.”
With such prompting, they had a late lunch after Sagara’s superficial wounds were treated. The boys eschewed their table manners again, eating as if their bowls would be swiped underneath them. But the sight was reassuring, and at least, they refrained from belching, though it could’ve been due to the arrival of Shinomori. His posture was brimming with intent, in contrast to the slouching Makimachi who heaved a sigh as she propped her feet up. Then, she nearly jumped out of her skin, noticing Sagara.
“Wait, you’re here! That’s great, because everything’s all set! We’re going to leave tonight, after sunset.” It was much faster than anticipated, but a welcome update.
Shinomori supplied. “Yes, and our first stop is at Port Yokosuka, to convene with the Navy ships. After that, we will head on a direct path for the island while they flank and guarantee no one escapes. In the event that the main ship is slowed down, our group will take a rowboat and land as the initial offensive. Saito’s squad is currently loading the ship, so we should gather our things.” Meaningfully, his hands fell to his kodachi.
“I got my kunai!” Makimachi happily announced, followed by Takani’s nod.
“I’ll pack my medicine chest.”
Koshijiro then said. “Yahiko, we’ll have to return to the dojo and retrieve new shinai.”
“Sure! Two, right?”
“Three.” He clarified. “One for me, one for you, and one for Kaoru.” Yahiko broke into a knowing grin.
“Of course, she does need a weapon.”
“And all I need are my hands, so we gotta hurry!” Sagara bellowed. He pushed his chair back, stomping out of the little room. “Come on, Kenshin!” Before they could tell him to stop, he was already heaving the door aside. “Ken…shin?”
The crowding didn’t help Koshijiro’s perspective, and for a moment, an uneasy dread chilled his fingertips. But then, he caught sight of Himura. He was out of bed, standing by the open window, the white curtains fluttering. The sakabato was in his hands, and he was in the midst of sliding it back into its sheath. His expression was considering and purposeful, just as he turned, blinking at all of them. “This one is sorry to have kept you waiting.”
The others seemed stunned; he looked well-rested and fully recovered. Koshijiro stepped forward. “It’s alright. Do you believe in your new vow?”
“Yes.” Himura lifted the sakabato before him, in a show of resolve. “This one does.”
“Very good.” He smiled before pausing. “When you face Yukishiro again, there will be no room for doubt. Not again.”
“Understood.” Fire burned in his gaze. “Let’s go! To where Kaoru-dono is!”
And in a single voice, they assented. “Yes!”
***
The moon was rising over the dark undulating ocean, directly shining upon the smooth hull of their nondescript sailing vessel. Waves lapped against the dock, the repetitive sound echoing around them as they walked. Koshijiro maintained a guarded eye. The dojo had been left in Tokio’s capable hands, the boys napping while she resolutely locked the gate. Now, up ahead, he trusted that Saito’s squad and the crew were handling the matters of setting off. The cool salty air was tinged with tobacco, Saito stamping out a cigarette. At his side, there was a familiar figure who lifted a bandaged hand in greeting.
“Long time no see.” Sawagejo grinned. “So, this is it, huh?”
“You were discharged from the hospital?” Koshijiro asked. The man was further wrapped under his collar, hinting at healing burns, but he was standing on his own.
“Not that I wanted to stick around either, I was itching to get out.” He lowered his voice to a hiss. “One of you better land a good hit on Yukishiro for me! It’s the least he deserves for trying to kill me.”
Saito interjected, lip curling. “And as I told you, he’ll get what he deserves, one way or another.” He was still angry about the transfer to the Chinese government, stalking towards the boarding plank. The group followed suit, Sagara checking shoulders with Sawagejo.
The hammocks below deck were offered to them, but they all chose to stay above, watching in tense silence. But there were no interruptions. The boat began to drift, the lights of Tokyo bobbing and gradually shrinking into pinpricks, before the city disappeared entirely. They were safe for the time being, seemingly undetected. Nevertheless, any conversation was idle and short-lived.
It was a smooth trip to Port Yokosuka, and the trio of Naval ships were marked by their raised flags. The anchor had been dropped for mere minutes, when Hayashi came to greet them. He was accompanied by a taller young man with a serious clean-shaven face, and he headed straight for Koshijiro, firmly shaking hands.
“There’s that expression, the one you always had before a tournament. I have fifty men for this voyage, plenty of ammunition for our cannons, and Lieutenant Ehara is our best navigator.” He jabbed a thumb to the man, who immediately saluted. “Come aboard, I hear we have a tiger to hunt.”
Leaving the first boat in the harbor with the doubly paid crew, they were ushered onto the largest Navy ship, designed for traversing open sea. Hayashi issued orders, Ehara taking point at the helm and focusing on an array of maps. The stars shifted, the land retreated, and soon, they were surrounded by water at all sides. It was close to midnight and Yahiko tried in vain to hide his yawns.
“Just…a little longer…”
“I don’t think so. Off to bed with you.” Takani retorted, prodding his lower back. “And that goes for all of us.”
“In a minute.” Makimachi said, peering into the depths. Her new kunai flashed between her fingers, both wrists flexing in purposeful motion. Shinomori wordlessly loomed over her, though he dipped his head in acknowledgement.
Koshijiro’s vision was then abruptly blocked by Hayashi, who coaxed him to sit on a nearby crate. “I’m afraid I don’t have sake this time, but I feel you wouldn’t partake anyway.”
“No. I don’t think I can sleep well, but I’ll try to close my eyes.” He stared into the dark distance. Kaoru was waiting out there.
“If it was my child, I’d probably act the same as you. Perhaps even worse.” Hayashi’s expression was foreboding.
“How are they, and your wife?”
“She’s well, and I hate to leave her alone with the children, but she told me to go.” He smiled. “By the way, the twins are here and thank any god who listened, because they’re girls. Sanako and Sawako. Mirror images of each other. The boys love them to bits and they rarely cry.”
“Ah, you have your calm ones.” Koshijiro said.
“For now, at least.” He nodded across the deck, where Himura was standing in perfect silence. “Who’s the redhead?”
“Himura-san. He is…someone special to Kaoru.”
“Oh? And what do you think of him?”
“He’s a good man. I trust him.”
Those fox eyes narrowed in scrutiny, followed by a grin. “I see, he has your approval. Well then, I’ll leave you to rest until we get closer to the island. Good night!”
And now that his friend called it to attention, that was an unresolved point. Koshijiro laid in one of the bunk beds, sleeping in dreamless fits. Sagara snored above, masked by the rolling waves. The darkness was receding, and grabbing the two shinai he had taken on, Koshijiro decided it was finally time to wait on the deck.
But he wasn’t the only one. Himura was sitting in a secluded corner, almost hidden except for the breeze ruffling his hair. His gaze turned from the indigo sky to Koshijiro. “Kamiya-dono.”
“Himura-san.” He inclined his head. “I hope I wasn’t disturbing you.”
“Not at all, this one was thinking it was time to stop resting.” He rose to his feet and joined Koshijiro. For a minute, they watched the sea, becoming blue-green with the impending dawn.
“There is something I wanted to discuss with you.” His pulse was kicking up, and he continued, trying to quell his nerves. “Sagara-san said something interesting when we were in Kyoto, that you thought you heard Kaoru’s voice while you were on your way to fight.”
“That did happen.” Himura acknowledged.
“At the time, I asked Kaoru how she felt about you and I was unsure of where you stood. I meant to ask you after you recovered, but it’s been tumultuous since then and I thought it was best to wait. Until now. Now, I believe it’s the right time.” He regarded Himura seriously. “Could you tell me, what are your feelings for my daughter?”
For a moment, he was quiet. “As you said, Kamiya-dono, it is best to start at the beginning. This one had been wandering for ten years before coming to Tokyo. On that evening, there was a young woman, calling out to Hitokiri Battousai and accusing him of dishonoring the name of Kamiya Kasshin. She attacked this one with her shinai.”
“Did she?”
“Yes.” He smiled at the memory. “She was bold and bright. She believed in her own conviction so strongly, in using the sword to protect people. This one was…intrigued. So, this one felt like staying, to see if that world she spoke of would become reality. Perhaps, since then, this one has watched her. Her lively spirit, her growing confidence, her infinite kindness. When she was captured by Jin-e and she broke free from his hold, the first thing she said was that she was alright. And at that time, this one thought he never wanted to look away from her.”
Oh. So, it was since then. “…Kaoru’s only had eyes for you as well, even after you had to leave.”
Himura cleared his throat. “To say goodbye to her was difficult enough; embracing her was only selfishness on this one’s part.” Wait, he had embraced her? But he was still talking before Koshijiro could request a pause. “And when she came to Kyoto, this one was angry and relieved, but now, this one realizes those weren’t half feelings. At the root, they were the same emotion. And along with it, there was fear. Of unworthiness for her, of rejection by her, but most of all, for her safety. This one swears it will not happen again. Never.”
“I believe you.” Koshijiro murmured.
Himura’s eyes lit, accepting, and he continued. “Until now, this one didn’t realize how starved he was, until meeting Kaoru-dono. Every day was full of warmth and kindness. Within this one’s heart,” His hand lifted to clasp his chest. “Kaoru-dono has ignited a flame, and that flame has only grown, with every person who has crossed our path. Kamiya-dono, this one would like to walk together with her, to return home, and to see her smile, always. This one loves Kaoru-dono.” He said it easily, with only the slightest hint of color on his face.
It definitely was infectious, because Koshijiro felt warm as he held up his hand to stop Himura from divulging further. “I appreciate your forthrightness. Kaoru will too, when she’s here and safe with us.”
“Yes.” He softly agreed.
Then, the ship abruptly quieted, no longer speeding towards the island but progressing with caution. Hayashi was directing the men with a hushed voice, and he headed for Koshijiro.
“We’ll reach the island in ninety minutes, so we’re changing pace. The winds are favorable, but this fog won’t last, so we’ll be visible sooner than we’d like.”
“Understood. Where do you want us to be?”
Following orders, the eight of them gathered at the bow. The two other ships drifted apart, preparing to flank. Then, on the horizon, a spot gradually grew larger, and dark green treetops encircled a portion that appeared to be a cove. Along the sheer cliffsides, the white shapes of seagulls rode the air currents. This was the island.
“The ship’s turning.” Saito noted, gaze narrowing. A second later, the motion became discernible; the vessel was pulling ninety degrees. “Why?”
The answer came from the young Lieutenant Ehara, putting away a telescope. “There are underwater mines ahead. It’s too dangerous for us to advance, so we’ll anchor and deploy the rowboats.”
“We’ll take the first one. Let’s go.”
Fortunately, they all fit, the oars seized by Sagara and Saito. As they were lowered into the ocean, Yahiko asked. “How are we going to get through?”
“Leave it to me!” Makimachi planted one knee down, unsheathing her daggers. “Like a kingfisher’s beak, I’ll pierce the mines and clear a path.”
“Thank you, Misao-dono.” Himura smiled. He was tucked into the rear of the boat, the sakabato’s hilt resting on his shoulder. Collectively, they had agreed to take care of every obstacle and opponent, so he would reserve his energy for fighting Yukishiro.
“You got it!” She began to mutter to herself. “Sixty-one and a half meters, thirty degrees to the right…thirty-two?”
“It is as we practiced.” Shinomori stood behind her. “Misao, your gaze should be on the changes in the waves.”
“R-right! So, it should be…twenty-nine point seven degrees!”
“Good.”
And with that approval, her dagger flew, disappearing into a foaming crest. A second later, a muffled blast followed, the explosion contained to a high spray of water. She tossed a pleased grin to them. “See that? Now, full speed ahead!”
Koshijiro’s heart jumped to his throat, with the rise and fall of the little boat. Salty droplets misted across his face, but his attention didn’t waver from the island. Successive splashes kicked up as Makimachi forged a straight line to the cove; if Yukishiro was maintaining any surveillance, they had to be visible. But there were no additional gunfire or cannon shots from the approaching trees, and the broad expanse of golden sand was empty. In the shallow water, the oars were no longer needed, and they trudged into the low surf.
They had landed.
***
The sunlight was warm, but it would soon become oppressive, and the dense foliage was even less promising. The twisting branches and evergreen needles were foreboding, though Shinomori shook his head. “No hidden men in the shadows. Still, they could be deeper within.”
“Should we charge in, or do we think more traps are waiting for us?” Sagara cast a glance to Himura.
“No, we will wait here. Enishi could have made our journey much more difficult; just like this one, he wants to settle this once and for all. It is likely he sees us now. However, if he has not come down in fifteen minutes, we will enter by force.”
Takani had brought her Western timepiece and she angled the glass surface to the rest of them. Still, ten minutes had never passed so slowly. The naval ships had anchored, following Makimachi’s tactic of disarming the mines, albeit with their own marksmen. The distant detonations faded in the background, as Saito snapped his head up.
“Get ready.”
Emerging from the trees, a small group stepped into the daylight. Four bulky men, with near identical features, surrounded a thin man, whose half-lidded eyes swept over them in cruel anticipation. They were all dressed in Chinese clothes, and they halted simultaneously.
“Ah, those are the people who attacked us! They chased us as soon as we were out of Kyoto!” Makimachi hissed.
“The man in the middle wasn’t one of them.” Shinomori clarified. “And he doesn’t seem to be Yukishiro.”
Saito ventured. “It’s likely this is Yukishiro’s second, Woo Heishin. From our sources, he’s less of a fighter, more of a manager. If he’s here, either he was abandoned by Yukishiro or sensed defeat and came out to surrender.”
The speculation wasn’t delivered subtly, and Woo obviously heard, grinding his teeth. His Japanese carried a slight accent. “How rude, as well as incorrect. The leader has thrown our organization to the sharks, so you can consider me as his replacement. As such, I’ve come to clean up loose ends.”
“So, it’s out of spite. You may think you’re clever, but you’re acting like a child, begging for attention.” Saito goaded.
“I don’t have the time to waste on you! Battousai, stop hiding behind your lackeys!”
“They are not; they are my friends.” Himura evenly replied. “And this one can say the same to you. This one only intends to fight Enishi.”
“And if you wish to replace Yukishiro as leader, you’ll have to accurately assess your opponents’ strength.” Shinomori intoned. “Otherwise, there is no hope for the organization.”
“Fine. If you want to die here, so be it!” He shouted, and the other men sprung into action. Koshijiro placed himself in front of Himura, but there was no need. The quartet spun in a tight circle, backs to each other, and gave ugly grins to their opponents. Saito, Sagara, Shinomori, and Yahiko. Woo taunted. “My bodyguards have mastered weapons to rival the gods. One kill for each of them! Battousai, you can watch the slaughter, while you cower behind the women and cripple.”
Takani pressed her lips together. “And you cower behind your guards. It’s no wonder then, that you’re number two.”
“I think we can take him down, right, Megumi?” Makimachi slammed her knuckles into her palm. “To the Oniwabanshuu commander and a trained female doctor, he’d be like a paper doll. And for insulting you, Kamiya-san, a nice dummy for your one-handed moves.”
However, Koshijiro was only partly listening. His priority lay beyond this beach, and with the enemy’s arrival, he noticed the path they used. It was barely visible amidst the sand and gnarled roots, but small pebbles were carefully spaced, delineating the borders. Around that tree, up the slope. He took three steps left, to gain better perspective. And there, hidden by the climbing branches, was a pointed roof of stone tiles. He frowned.
If that’s their base, they didn’t take the shortest distance. However, if Yukishiro has been here for some time, he had to create a faster route, in case of an urgent matter. Then, the exit point would have to be…
An opening, wide enough for a single person, stood out. Once Koshijiro noticed, he could not unsee it. But what if it was a trick or there was more danger awaiting? He vaguely registered the others discussing the weapons, how the four men had realized the capabilities of their allies. At Yahiko’s name, he turned his head. “Yahiko may not have fought against a staff user, but he’s proven that he can hold his own.” And if something happened, he would join.
As for the other three, he had faith in them, though they certainly didn’t need it. Saito’s opponent seemed to rely more on his own perception than the longsword in his grasp, and while he was able to inflict a gash upon the assistant chief, the latter’s ferocity assured victory. Truly, his belief in his own way of justice was his strength. Shinomori’s was an interesting challenge, copying the dual sword attacks. Nevertheless, imitations could never withstand centuries of Oniwaban tradition, and Shinomori’s unexpected use of close combat maneuvers sealed the mimic’s loss. Meanwhile, punches were dealt back and forth between Sagara and the third guard, blood splattering onto the sand. But the final blow was Sagara’s, with both hands, left over right. A new modification, which worked perfectly. And Woo was nervously fidgeting.
Yahiko was the last one remaining, although it was apparent why. The staff wasn’t its true form, as it separated into six links. It whipped towards Yahiko, striking him in the stomach and forcing him to stagger back. He was trying Hadome but it would not work…in its usual approach.
“Yahiko, remember: the intention of the succession technique!” Koshijiro exclaimed.
“…yeah! And don’t worry, that was my last mistake. For Kamiya Kasshin, and Kaoru, I’ll win!” He straightened and adjusted his stance. Neutral, just as Kaoru had in the Maekawa dojo in what felt like a lifetime ago. And he waited for the right moment. The hilt rose to meet the end joint, locking the weapon in place as a staff. It took immense effort, his arms trembling, but Yahiko was hanging on. He had caught the mace.
“That hint was excellent, Kamiya-dono.” Himura remarked. “Yahiko realized that he had to hold the mace’s tip in place. Now, his enemy can neither attack nor withdraw, without becoming vulnerable. Understanding the purpose of the succession technique was key…and he learned from you, who demonstrated Hizadome to us.”
“Yes. I’m glad.” He exhaled. He watched with pride as the boy advanced, snapping the wooden links with force.
With the four guards incapacitated, Woo spun around, attempting to run for the safety of the trees. However, he was stopped by a fist emerging from the shade. Yukishiro Enishi had reappeared, a displeased look on his face. But…there was another silhouette, at the point of the hidden route.
Blood pulsed in Koshijiro’s ears. His daughter was frowning, slipping off her geta. Had she snuck away from Yukishiro? He hadn’t noticed, focused on beating his former partner into submission. Koshijiro seized his opportunity. He tossed one shinai into the woods, the thud timed with Woo’s body crumpling. He didn’t dare look to confirm, he could only desperately hope she retrieved her weapon. Most of the others were turned away, demanding Kaoru’s return. Himura was unaffected by his brother-in-law’s irate mood, and his gaze fixed upon Koshijiro. He stared a moment too long, through Koshijiro and swiftly aside. He dipped his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. Then, he walked forward.
“Enishi. Let this be over. If you still wish to fight this one, we may continue.”
But he didn’t touch the bait. “Not yet. First, someone has to witness your final breath.” And he whipped around.
Kaoru was closer, acting as if she was lagging behind and became tangled in the underbrush. Neither the shinai nor her shoeless feet were visible. “It’s because you walk too fast! And now, I’m stuck-”
“Forget it. Stay there; if you take one step past the treeline, I’ll kill you.” Yukishiro threatened.
Her eyes flashed dangerously, and she bent at the waist. However, she relaxed when Himura spoke up.
“It’s alright, Kaoru-dono.” He smiled reassuringly. “Please, wait for this one. It is this one’s battle to finish, and it will be over soon.”
“…okay. I believe in you.” A breeze caressed her hair, and her lips trembled. Her hands wrapped around herself, as if to hold back from running over. “Everyone…don’t worry about me!”
Koshijiro definitely couldn’t promise that much. It was agony, burning under the hot sun with her presence only a few strides away. Instead, he had to watch Himura silently draw the sakabato. Yukishiro unsheathed his tachi, the golden tassels falling. And the memory of that hellish night surfaced in his mind. After he headbutted Yukishiro, the man never attacked him again; his injuries had only been from Gein’s shadow weapons. Why? Yukishiro was physically robust, and a young man like him could have recovered easily…
While the four guards stumbled to the unconscious Woo and Takani summoned their friends for triage, Koshijiro turned to Himura. “Yukishiro’s senses.” He voiced the thought aloud. “Somehow, when I struck his head with mine in the dojo, it was a serious blow. Perhaps, he didn’t attack afterwards because he wasn’t confident in his perception. That is all I have to offer, unfortunately.”
“It is more than enough, Kamiya-dono. Thank you.” Himura regarded Yukishiro, silently assessing. Then, with a steady breath, he continued on.
The rhythmic crash of waves was uncomfortably loud, as the men faced each other. Then, Yukishiro dove into a crouch, launching into a recognizable attack. Himura dodged, the tachi slicing into the tree behind, and he leapt, firing off the rapid nine strikes. Metal collided against metal; they both flew back, the sand whirling. Both had used their signature moves at the start, and yet, it was another draw.
“Doesn’t Enishi look faster than before?” Takani whispered.
“He really wants to kill Kenshin now. That has to be the difference.” Sagara replied in kind. “But Kenshin’s willpower is stronger too.”
At this, Koshijiro glanced at his daughter. She was worriedly staring at Himura, obviously wondering if he had found his answer. Yes, he wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t. Yukishiro had already risen to his feet, as had Himura.
The white-haired man sneered. “Your speed is slightly greater than mine, and my strength is slightly greater than yours. Our skills are equal, but let’s see how you do with height.”
And then, they were airborne. Himura was markedly higher, yet Yukishiro made a surprising double jump. The tachi cut Himura’s shoulder, blood scattering as he landed first. That placed him in perfect position for an upward attack, which struck true to Yukishiro’s midsection. However, he wasn’t fazed, and in the next instant, they were rushing each other on the sand. The sakabato thrust forward, but Yukishiro’s arm flew, and Himura was knocked against a tree.
“Are you giving up already? Get up!” Yukishiro roared.
“…This one does not need you to say that. This one understands the answer to atone for everything, so there will be no surrender.”
“No, accept your punishment!” His sword swung heavily, and Himura avoided a critical blow, rolling out of the way. “Murder can only be repaid with death! You know deep down, that there are two options. Be slowly killed by me, or as a good samurai does immediately, kill yourself.”
The words were brimming with malice, the darkest desire of Yukishiro’s warped soul. And yet, Himura staggered to his feet.
“Still, you’re not giving up. Are you that afraid of dying?!”
“No, death does not frighten this one. But you are wrong, Enishi.” Himura’s expression was somber. “From the pit of despair, this one had to think about many things. Life, death, crime, punishment…and as this one was guided through reflection, there is a single truth that has been demonstrated, again and again. To protect everyone in this one’s path, to help those who are suffering…to see smiling faces. Yes, it is why this one became a hitokiri, and the weight of the victims’ deaths is this one’s sin to bear. But this one will never cease to bring happiness, to absolutely fight for a better world.” He lifted his sakabato, and despite his injuries, he possessed the aura of a dragon. “With ‘sword’ and ‘heart’, this one will persevere! That is this one’s reason, the vow to live on!”
A genuine and valiant answer, that could only have been stated by Himura. Koshijiro couldn’t suppress a smile. Nearby, Takani wiped her eyes, and Saito gave a grunt of approval.
“Just like Kenshin.” Sagara drawled, while Shinomori muttered.
“In some ways, it may be harsher than death.” That earned a good-natured protest from Makimachi.
“But he can do it!”
“Definitely!” Yahiko agreed, jumping from one foot to the other.
And Kaoru was gazing at Himura with the same light in her eyes, as she did at his bedside in Kyoto. Deep, unwavering love.
The moment was shattered by Yukishiro. “Do you think that will make my sister forgive you?”
“This one is not sure, but while thinking of the words, she finally smiled in return. Enishi…is she smiling for you now?”
He was taken aback at the question. It was fleeting, almost obscured by the glasses, but for a fraction, the man was gone and an apprehensive boy lurched. Then, Yukishiro snapped. His teeth ground together, his voice building to a scream. “Die, die, die! I’ll slam you down into hell!” The cords of his body drew taut, the veins bulging…but they didn’t appear normal, strangely colorless. And he seemed to be much faster, as he veered around Himura, blade aimed for the throat. Himura was forced to parry with the hilt, sweat beading on his scarred cheek.
“Those have to be nerves.” Takani slowly said, eyes wide. “I can’t think of another explanation.”
“But how can they be so huge?” Sagara was in disbelief.
Yahiko wondered. “Was he training to the limit, to increase his reaction time?”
Saito spoke around his cigarette, the smoke enveloping his features. “That wouldn’t be an easy task, and not to the extent they could become that prominent.”
“A biological abnormality, perhaps.” Shinomori suggested. “Something he was born with.”
The discussion didn’t escape Yukishiro. “Not at all. This was given to me by my beloved sister. Every day without her, my mind remained active, fueling my nerves. My frenzied nerves! After fifteen years-ugh!” He was abruptly cut off…by Himura lightly bumping his head against Yukishiro’s chin.
He fell for the same move twice! Koshijiro tried very hard not to laugh. And…good for Himura-san.
Himura was able to break free, disengaging, and Yukishiro was angrier than ever. He took off into a high jump, intent on forcing Himura in another midair battle. However, he didn’t, instead sprinting and drawing the sakabato in an unusually narrow arc. His forearm was lightly grazed, as Yukishiro was inevitably pulled by gravity, and he sheathed the reverse blade forcefully.
“Ouch!” Makimachi winced. “Sorry, that was a super high-pitched noise.” Shinomori also frowned, tilting his head.
And it affected Yukishiro, who remained curled on the crimson-tinted beach. Blood trickled out of his ear, and he was struggling to regain his bearings. “What…what did you do?”
“When the hilt contacts the sheath, it produces a sonic howl to stun the eardrum.” Himura replied. “In your case, it affected you much more, traveling through your sensitive nerves.”
Koshijiro quickly understood. “The sheathing was to target Yukishiro’s equilibrium.”
“Exactly!” Takani murmured. “That sound would have reached his inner ear, and he’s highly vulnerable to any kind of stimulus.” It was why a mild tap was an excellent distraction and a headbutt was incapacitating.
“He sacrificed defensive protection.” Sagara folded his arms. “So, Kenshin has a strong chance of defeating him with Hiten Mitsurugi.”
The balance was now in Himura’s favor, and he gently said. “You can barely stand, Enishi.”
“Don’t underestimate me!” Suddenly, his fist smashed his ear. He writhed in severe pain, his entire body convulsing as he brought the tachi down. In a miss. He was losing control. “So what? I don’t need balance or hearing to kill you! I don’t need anything, other than the power to kill you! You already took the only thing I ever wanted to protect!” It happened again, except the boy wasn’t apprehensive. He was lost, and completely alone. The wailing of the seagulls eerily drifted overhead, as the group collectively stared at him.
Himura closed his eyes in acknowledgement, then opened them again. “Yes, that is true. It cannot be undone. So, this one will face you head on.” He didn’t touch Yukishiro, patiently waiting for him to get up.
This time, the atmosphere was of finality. Half of Yukishiro’s face was smeared with blood, which he ignored as he asked. “You said my sister smiled at you. What about now?”
“No, that was the last time. This one no longer sees her.” He relayed this without sadness or frustration, despite Yukishiro’s blatant surprise. “Not even her shadow or her voice remain, but that is alright. For this one’s friends, and the most important person, this one can take a firm step forward.”
Yukishiro’s grip tightened on his weapon. “You’re lying. She’ll smile when you’re dead. Let’s go!”
And Himura stepped with his left foot. He soared, accelerating at a speed they’d never witnessed before. Koshijiro caught his expression, free of doubt and singularly focused on what was ahead. A flawless execution of Hiten Mitsurugi’s succession technique. In Himura’s proximity, Yukishiro was unable to resist the amount of force left in his wake, and his center was shifted. His eyes were bulging in anguish. Then, the blow was delivered. The tachi snapped, golden tassels flying, and Yukishiro’s arm crunched, bending at an unnatural angle. Slivered cracks crept into the lenses of his glasses.
Himura landed, standing upright with the remaining energy he had. He managed to speak between heavy breaths. “Not…yet…”
Indeed, Yukishiro hadn’t fallen yet. The loss of his weapon didn’t dissuade him. He clutched his broken arm, seething. “Battousai!”
And then, a shot fired. Immediately, they all ducked. Woo was awake, and twin pistols were in his quivering hands. Himura stumbled, his sleeve darkening. It didn’t appear he was hit in a vital spot, but there was no cover on the open beach. Woo aimed squarely at him, finger on the trigger.
“No!” Kaoru’s voice rang out, as she darted to the man. Then, her arms lifted-
Crack!
Woo stumbled backwards, stunned. Kaoru struck again, her shinai colliding with his head. Neither of them was at full strength, but she had the advantage of surprise. Her next attack was to disarm him, and his pistol fell out of his grip. Her third attack, a thrust to his solar plexus, caused him to crumple onto the sand. A warm wind blew through as she retreated towards Himura, glancing back at the rest of them.
“Is everyone okay?”
Someone shouted, perhaps multiple voices. Woo was scrambling up again, but Kaoru only took a few steps towards him, before he was bowled over. White hair glinted in the sunlight, as Yukishiro thrashed his own second in command. Woo’s features became a gory mess, and a sickly feeling rose in Koshijiro, mixed with the memories of dead men.
A hand blocked Yukishiro’s fist, his jaw slackening. Himura gasped for air, though he would not budge. “You will kill this man, Enishi. No more. Whoever it may be, as long as they are within this one’s sight, no one will die! And if you continue, you will lose Tomoe’s smile forever.” His words finally reached Yukishiro, and the man relented, expression blank. Himura walked past him, a sentence that was nearly lost in the sound of the tide. “Thank you for protecting Kaoru-dono.”
Then, Yukishiro dropped to his knees. “No…! The one I wanted to protect was…the one I really wanted…” The boy was weeping, fifteen years’ worth of sorrow. “Curse you. Curse you!”
By now, Hayashi and his sailors had arrived in their rowboats. The lackeys were rounded up, hands and legs manacled. As for Yukishiro himself, he was surrounded by a cluster of uniforms, doubly secured. A sad and pitiful man, but a criminal who needed to pay for what he’d done.
And Koshijiro breathed. He turned to see Himura smiling, tripping on his own toes. Kaoru was there to catch him, and for a few seconds, they held each other. It was very low, but Himura was saying something? Kaoru drew back a little, startled yet not upset. His hands remained on her waist.
…That amount of time was acceptable. Koshijiro had to clear his throat. “Kaoru.”
“…Otou-san!” She cried and threw her arms around him. He held on tight, throat burning as his chin rested on the top of her head. Her scent was unfamiliar and she felt thinner, but she was alive.
“Are you alright, Kaoru?”
“I’m fine.” Her reply was choked. “A little hungry, but I’m so happy to see you. Otou-san?” She looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks as she laughed. “You’re crying?”
He had been maintaining a steady veneer of composure, ever since they discovered the body was a fake. Now, that mask had crumbled and he couldn’t suppress himself any longer. His blurry vision obscured everything, and he covered his face with his hand. A deep sob escaped through his clenched teeth.
Kaoru rubbed his shoulder. “It’s okay. Otou-san, it’s okay.”
“Kaooruuu!” Yahiko’s voice grew louder in intensity as he approached and he tackled them, wailing. “We’re here! We made it!” And then, he dissolved into crying too.
Himura returned, clasping the back of Yahiko’s head as the boy drew him in. “Thank you.”
Then, Makimachi wriggled her way through, declaring. “See? We won! Oh, I’m so happy…” Shinomori was right behind her, with a flicker of a smile.
“We’re such wrecks.” Takani hiccupped, as she entered the hug too.
A heavy palm patted between Koshijiro’s shoulder blades. “Come on, old man. We gotta be tough.” But Sagara was sniffling, and the aroma of tobacco smoke wasn’t far.
Finally, Koshijiro mustered the energy to regain his voice. Blinking the blurriness away, he said to his daughter. “Let’s get you home.”
It was a daze, transporting off the island. Kaoru was tucked between Koshijiro and Himura, and remained so, all the way to the main ship. A resounding cheer went up as she boarded, the mission accomplished. Takani was adamant on using a room below deck, to assess their injuries.
“Really, I’m okay.” Kaoru insisted once they filed into the cramped room. “I cooked for myself using their limited supplies, and that’s nothing new.”
Takani scrutinized her. “What are those marks on your neck?” Small, red-violet bruises encircled her throat. They were about the same size as a person’s fingertips.
Her hand reached up to them, her face suddenly stricken. “Oh. Um, while I was in the mansion, I thought I could take Enishi hostage and try to escape. But he grabbed me and tried to strangle me. He didn’t though, he can’t kill any woman around my age because of Tomoe-san’s memory. Other than that, he didn’t touch me.” She hastily added.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive! I was mostly confined to a little room, I had to figure out the different paths to the beach. I still think I could’ve taken the weekly supply ship if I made it out, but you all beat its arrival. Enishi claimed there wasn’t a ransom; still, I don’t know why else he would’ve kidnapped me.”
Yahiko blurted the truth. “We thought you were dead.”
“Dead?” Kaoru repeated, and her confusion was apparent as she looked at their faces. “But…why would you think that? I’m here.”
“There was a body.” Takani answered. “A girl, similar in age, who was made to resemble you. With a…” Her voice broke as she recovered. “With a katana through the heart and a bloody cross on one cheek.”
Kaoru recoiled. “You…you all saw? You must have…oh. And then…” She trailed off, at a loss for words. Long minutes passed. “Did she die because of me?”
“We don’t know that.” Koshijiro interjected. “And it’s not your fault. None of it is. The only ones to blame are those vile men.”
“They made you think I was dead.” Fresh tears welled in her eyes. She turned to Himura, taking his hand. “Kenshin, you thought…”
“Yes. This one was unable to protect you and despaired. Kamiya-dono guided this one, through the memories we’ve made in Tokyo and Kyoto and back.” He smiled at Koshijiro.
Awkwardly, he said. “It felt like a purifying rite, but I’m glad it led you to your reasoning and to your victory.” Then, he knelt and pressed his forehead to the creaking boards. “Thank you, Himura-san. I can’t thank you enough for saving my daughter.”
“Please, Kamiya-dono, you don’t have to perform that bow!”
“Thank you, Yahiko, Sagara-san, and Takani-san. Thank you, Makimachi-san, Shinomori-san, and Assistant Chief Inspector.”
Kaoru spoke up, her voice suddenly close. “Everyone, thank you for rescuing me. I’ll never forget how hard you worked.” And she expressed the same depth of gratitude, joining Koshijiro.
Immediately, he lifted his head. “No, Kaoru, get off the floor.”
“You did first, so I will once you’re done!”
“…You’re being stubborn.”
“Geez, I wonder where I get it from!” And then, the whole room was laughing. Their wounds were tended to, covered in salve and bandages; rations and canteens were passed around. The three Naval ships cut across the blue ocean, sparkling under billowing white clouds. They were headed home. At long last, the nightmare had ended.
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Volcanic-Formed Island
Location: Suzaki Port, Shimoda, Shizuoka Pref., Japan Photo Taken: Late morning on January 25, 2023
On the opposite side of Suzaki Cove, we have a clear view of Ebisu Island. A 10-minute walk around this island offers fantastic views of the ocean, the Izu shoreline, and beautiful geological formations. Visitors can also visit a lighthouse and a small Shinto shrine located at the top of the island.
I hope to visit this island on my next photo shoot to this region.
Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 160 for 1/300 sec. at ƒ/2.2 Astia/Soft film simulation
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Great Kantō earthquake (1923) and the Massacres
The Great Kantō earthquake struck the Kantō Plain on the main Japanese island of Honshū at 11:58:44 JST (02:58:44 UTC) on Saturday, September 1, 1923. Varied accounts indicate the duration of the earthquake was between four and ten minutes. Extensive firestorms and even a fire whirl added to the death toll. The Kantō Massacre began on the day of the earthquake.  The earthquake had a magnitude of 7.9 on the moment magnitude scale with its focus deep beneath Izu Ōshima Island in Sagami Bay. Estimated casualties totalled about 142,800 deaths, including about 40,000 who went missing and were presumed dead.
Because the earthquake struck when people were cooking meals, many were killed as a result of large fires that broke out. Fires started immediately after the earthquake. Some fires developed into firestorms that swept across cities. Many people died when their feet became stuck on melting tarmac. The single greatest loss of life was caused by a fire whirl that engulfed the Rikugun Honjo Hifukusho in downtown Tokyo, where about 38,000 people were incinerated after taking shelter there after the earthquake. The earthquake broke water mains all over the city, and putting out the fires took nearly two full days until late in the morning of September 3.
A strong typhoon centered off the coast of the Noto Peninsula in Ishikawa Prefecture brought high winds to Tokyo Bay at about the same time as the earthquake. These winds caused fires to spread rapidly.
Many homes were buried or swept away by landslides in the mountainous and hilly coastal areas in western Kanagawa Prefecture; about 800 people died. A collapsing mountainside in the village of Nebukawa, west of Odawara, pushed the entire village and a passenger train carrying over 100 passengers, along with the railway station, into the sea.
The RMS Empress of Australia was about to leave Yokohama harbor when the earthquake struck. It narrowly survived and assisted in rescuing 2000 survivors. A P&O liner, Dongola, was also in the harbor at the moment of disaster and rescued 505 people, taking them to Kobe.
A tsunami with waves up to 10 m (33 ft) high struck the coast of Sagami Bay, Bōsō Peninsula, Izu Islands, and the east coast of Izu Peninsula within minutes. The tsunami caused many deaths, including about 100 people along Yui-ga-hama Beach in Kamakura and an estimated 50 people on the Enoshima causeway. Over 570,000 homes were destroyed, leaving an estimated 1.9 million homeless. Evacuees were transported by ship from Kantō to as far as Kobe in Kansai. The damage is estimated to have exceeded US$1 billion (or about $16 billion today). There were 57 aftershocks.
Ethnic Koreans were massacred after the earthquake. The Home Ministry declared martial law and ordered all sectional police chiefs to make maintenance of order and security a top priority. A false rumor was spread that Koreans were taking advantage of the disaster, committing arson and robbery, and were in possession of bombs. Anti-Korean sentiment was heightened by fear of the Korean independence movement. 
In the confusion after the quake, mass murder of Koreans by mobs occurred in urban Tokyo and Yokohama, fuelled by rumors of rebellion and sabotage. The government reported that 231 Koreans were killed by mobs in Tokyo and Yokohama in the first week of September. Independent reports said the number of dead was far higher, ranging from 6,000 to 10,000. Some newspapers reported the rumors as fact, including the allegation that Koreans were poisoning wells. The numerous fires and cloudy well water, a little-known effect of a large quake, all seemed to confirm the rumors of the panic-stricken survivors who were living amidst the rubble. Vigilante groups set up roadblocks in cities, and tested civilians with a shibboleth for supposedly Korean-accented Japanese: deporting, beating, or killing those who failed. Army and police personnel colluded in the vigilante killings in some areas. Of the 3,000 Koreans taken into custody at the Army Cavalry Regiment base in Narashino, Chiba Prefecture, 10% were killed at the base, or after being released into nearby villages. Moreover, anyone mistakenly identified as Korean, such as Chinese, Ryukyuans, and Japanese speakers of some regional dialects, suffered the same fate. About 700 Chinese, mostly from Wenzhou, were killed. A monument commemorating this was built in 1993 in Wenzhou.
In response, the government called upon the Japanese Army and the police to protect Koreans; 23,715 Koreans were placed in protective custody across Japan, 12,000 in Tokyo alone. The chief of police of Tsurumi (or Kawasaki by some accounts) is reported to have publicly drunk the well water to disprove the rumor that Koreans had been poisoning wells. In some towns, even police stations into which Korean people had escaped were attacked by mobs, whereas in other neighborhoods, civilians took steps to protect them. The Army distributed flyers denying the rumor and warning residents against attacking Koreans, but in many cases, vigilante activity only ceased as a result of Army operations against it. In several documented cases, soldiers and policemen participated in the killings, and in other cases, authorities handed groups of Koreans over to local vigilantes, who proceeded to kill them.
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