Chapter 207 (1/2)
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Due to how quickly the flowers stop blooends andthem, sakura are connected to the concept of death in japanese folklore
There lie cadavers buried under the cherry blossoms!
This is a truth that you must accept For how else could the flowers of the cherry tree be so nificent in their bloo terribly ill at ease, as I was unable to accept such a beauty But now, at last, the truth has finally sunk in There lie cadavers buried under the cherry blossoms You must accept this
My house is one that contains asuch trinkets and baubles, did the blade of a safety razor coht on my way home? You say you know not hereas I myself cannot co
A flowering tree, on the other hand, gives forth its essence when it reaches that stage known as full bloo so, it emanates a mysterious aura comparable to the state of perfect stillness approached by a fast-spinning top, or perhaps the fleeting sensory impressions roused by a spectacular low that follows the burning act of consummation It is this beauty, wondrous and vivacious, that never ceases to captivate the human spirit
Nonetheless, yesterday and the day before, it was the selfsa that caused loom I was unable to accept such a beauty On the contrary, I beca of e last, I understand
You see, beneath the splendor of those cherry trees bloo in profusion, cadavers had been buried one by one, if you can ih, you'll understand just what sort of anxiety I'd been feeling
The cadavers of horses, the cadavers of dogs and cats, and it see cadavers, crawling withof aa liquid so pure and clear The cherry tree, as if it were the rapacious octopus, extends its roots outward to grasp Like the feeding tentacles of the sea anemone, its roots enfold to partake of that liquid
What could form such a petal? What was behind the creation of such a staathered silently, matter-of-factly, to siphon that pure, clear liquid into its vascular system
How you ht! Not a very pretty way of looking at things, is it? Finally, I had come to see the cherry blossoms for what they were, and it freedmystery yesterday and the day before
A few days earlier, I had descended into a nearby ravine, scra water, hither and thither, doodlebugs were co in the manner of the birth of Venus herself I watched them soar into the hollohere, as youritual After walking a little further, I ca On the banks of the river, where the shallows ought to have been, there was no such water to be seen A brilliant shi+ an oil slick drifted across the entire surface Youwhat it was There, the countless thousands of cadavers of doodlebugs perforated the water's surface They lay piled inlike spilled oil There, after they had finished spawning, becarave
At the sight alone, I felt as if I had suffered a blow to the chest In bearing witness to the gradual process of decay that appeared to be taking place in that grave of doodlebugs, I had tasted a cruel delight
There was not a single joyous thing to be found in this ravine The warbler and the tit, the pale sunlight, and saplings too, were but a distant notion That tragic fate, it seemed to me, was unavoidable It was then that the picture became clear in my mind for the first ti for melancholy as if I were an evil spirit That state of ht to an end, and now my mind was at peace once more
By now, your ar to be ashamed of After all, they are certainly no stickier than semen And on that note, let us conclude our melancholy
Alas, there lie cadavers buried under the cherry blossoms!
As for what on earth brought about such a wild flight of fancy involving cadavers, it appears to be anyone's guess That it may be part and parcel of the cherry blossoms is a notion I cannot seem to shake out of my head, no matter how I try
I believe I have hereby earned the right, like theplace under those flowering trees, to drinkseason!
– translated by Bonnie Huie from Kajii Motojirou’s ‘Under the Cherry Blossoms’
My parents thought that since I went last year, I was obviously going to the flower viewing party again
Askat least!
I bet they kept it on the do on purpose!
I didn’t wanna go
But neither did I have the courage to try getting food poisoning again
Never again, Reika
I seriously thought I would die
I swear I saw a bright light at the end of a tunnel…
Okaasama was determined to pair me up this year so she enthusiastically dressed me in a furisode
A style of ki sleeves Furisode are theunmarried women in japan
Cherry blossoht, and a furisode
Scary…
Please, no
Maybe if it rained then all the sakura would be washed away, along with the party
The skies were clear
Oniisa later
He was busy quite a lot, recently
He still hadn’t taken me out to eat like he promised for White Day either
“My! Reika-san! Thank you so i, with literally open arms
As usual, she was eye-catching and beautiful
And Chairi still had that mature adult charm!
His legs were so er than Otousama’s!
And he wasn’t overweight, either!
Haah, so cool…
Anyway, after Madaave me soed to her son
“I hear that that boy actually became the President of the Pivoine Will that surly kid really be able to e?”
“Masaya-sa to worry about”
“You think? He isn’t causing you any problems, Reika-san?”
“Heavens, no Masaya-sarades are always at the top, and…”
Since eren’t all that close I was struggling to find things to praise him for
Hmmm…
Good points, good points… What are his good points…?
Too bad Nothing comes to mind
“Don’t hesitate to let me know if that stupid boy of mine causes you any trouble I’ll really let him have it”
“My… Ohohoho…”
He was causing ht now, actually
“Anyway, please look after Masaya, okay?”
“I am in his care…”
I really didn’t want to look after hih
Uu, even one stiff
The Kaburagi pair gave uests
After that, Otousareet people
It was exhausting keeping this act up…
After ere done greeting iven my freedom
Recently a lot of people had been recoing all the bullets
Thanks to that I had no appetite, despite the feast before me
I picked up some sakura jelly and helped myself to a few bites while I took a breather
Oh This was pretty good
“Good evening, Kisshouin-san”
“…Gokigen’yoh, Enjou-sama”
Sohly unpleasant had come my way
“So you’re wearing a furisode this time, in… deep scarlet, I think you call this? It suits you You look lovely tonight”
“Thank you very much…”
Haah, his smile was suspicious…
I wonder if he was holding a grudge after that White Day rumour
I just wanted to make a break for it…
“Aren’t you going to look at the flowers?”
“I ado At any rate, I think that the night-time sakura should be enjoyed from a little further away”
I could hear the guests praising the weeping sakura again It had blooeously as last year
Weeping Sakura
And the yoshi+no cherries had bloomed just as well
It almost looked like another world, which to be honest was a little scary
“I think I knohat you ht? It’s al human lifeblood as fertiliser Say, isn’t there a tale about burying-”
“A corpse under the roots of a sakura tree!”
Exactly! Exactly!
Sakura are scary at night, right!?
I ht, but it’s because they’re so beautiful that it creeps me out!
Why?
Why did anybody think it would be a good idea to have a night-time banquet under the sakura?
“You knohen I read Kajii Motojirou’s poeht, ‘I know exactly what he means’ There’s just this indescribable discoht like this, isn’t there?”
Yeah! Yeah!
I knohat you mean!
“But they hardly see in the daytime, do they?”
“It’s because of the way the flowers seeet pulled in too”
“That makes sense”
“The weeping sakura here isn’t too bad, since it’s just barely 50 years old But as for those sakura that have lived for hundreds of years… I can only iine how much human blood they’ve drunk”
“You are scaring me, so please stop!”
You’re going to ine it
“How h they are all flowers, neither the pluht, do they?”
Uht
Peach blossoht