Chapter 3 Part 4 | Contents | Chapter 4 Part 2 This was the season in which the leaves were developing a deeper shade of green. “If it’s alright with you, could we go together?” Holmes-san had asked when I mentioned that I would be going to Mt.Kurama. Whenever I remember the gentle smile he wore back then, I would get a tingling sensation. It was a Friday evening in the first few days of July...
Full Text Chapter 2 Part 9 | Contents | Chapter 3 Part 2 {Note about chapter name: Hyakumanben is another name for Chionji Temple in Sakyō ward, a temple associated with the priests Ennin (794-864) and Honen (1133-1212) and is a Jodo-shu sect (A branch of Pure Land Buddhism) temple of Japanese Buddhism. The name Hyakumanben (“One Million Times”) comes from a period of pestilence and...
Full Text Chapter 1 Part 4 | Contents | Chapter 2 Part 2 —It was in the middle of April. The Saiō representative had just been announced, and the streets of Kyoto were in a sudden fit of energy. “Hey, hey, did y’all see the news about this year’s Saiō representative? I hear the lady’s studying in a women’s university and is from a family who owns a long-established dry-goods store! It’s...
(Note about chapter name: This is a variation of a poem by Saigyō Hōshi, a famous Japanese poet of the late Heian and early Kamakura period. The poem reads: Let me die in spring under the blossoming trees, let it be around that full moon of Kisaragi month.) Full Text Prologue | Contents | Chapter 1 Part 2 “Aoi-san, would you like to work here?” That question came from a strange youth in an...
Preface Contents Next Chapter There is no single viewpoint of the world. I, Itsuki Koizumi, certainly know that having a subjective viewpoint is a vague, unreliable notion. Let’s say, for instance, that I want to look up at the night sky. We can only hope that the celestial bodies that seem to be floating amiably next to each other, on the false spherical surface of the sky, remain coldly...
Seven wonders overtime – Part 1 Contents Next Chapter Today, a tense atmosphere was floating in the Literary Club Room, which was a rare occurrence. The only sounds seeping through the closed window from the outside world were the shouts of the baseball team, whose bark was worse than their bite; the noise of the wind ensemble’s trombone practice, which betrayed the players’ sore lack of...
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