Sarusuberi: Miss Hokusai Page #2

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This smudge.

Clean it. It ruins your beauty.

Bye.

He seems nice.

Yeah, he's a nice guy.

You were acting strangely.

No I... wasn't.

Let's ride a boat.

Well? Feels good, huh?

Know what?

We're under the bridge.

You scared?

How far does this boat go?

The sea.

The sea's massive.

Bigger than Honjo or Asakusa.

Wow.

Tetsuzo paints it a lot.

He likes the waves.

Big enough to swallow this boat.

Waves?

Ow ow ow!

Give me a break already, Maestro!

I guess I've painted enough

dirty things.

That's nasty, after all I did...

See? Your face is filthy.

What's this?

Oh, that's a sketch...

The neck's pure Eizan. The layout's

a complete knock-off of Utamaro.

Er, what can I say...

That's why O-Ei calls you "Brazen."

O-Ei's great at erotica.

I can't win.

That's why you get trampled.

Her women are great.

Sometimes better than mine.

But when it comes to men,

all she does is finish my work.

That fool messes up

because she's naive.

By naive, you mean... I see.

So don't let her get to you.

You're awful for making her

paint such things.

She thinks she can paint anything.

Won't admit she can't.

Hello dear.

Say what, Brazen?

Nothing...

Going again?

Yeah. To paint Yoshiwara courtesans.

At the brothels? You?

Manjido suggested I give it a try.

Really. Which house and courtesan?

What do you care?

Well, I...

Sayogoromo of Kikyoya.

What, you know her?

Sayogoromo's the talk of Yoshiwara.

She is? What for?

"Woman:
one"

Well, around dawn,

her neck starts to grow...

It stretches?

Some customer said so.

Didn't happen in my case...

He probably dreamed it.

She's aloof,

but doesn't sleep well.

Her head slips off her pillow.

- Is that what you saw?

- With my own eyes.

- Then her neck does stretch.

- Oh, c'mon!

An unworldly rube like you

wouldn't know a genuine monster.

Aren't they gorgeous?

Far more alluring than me.

You paint so beautifully.

I'll use these to make a proper design.

For an eventual print.

I can't wait to see it.

Thank you for waiting.

So, what can I do for you?

If you want cheap thrills,

go to East Ryogoku.

This is Yoshiwara.

Not a freak show.

Forgive me, ma'am.

Begone!

This ol' chap just had to see you.

All he wants is to talk.

It won't take long.

Have a seat.

I'm her father,

and a painter too.

It happened before she was born.

Must be 25 years ago now.

I was asked to paint goblins.

I finished at dusk,

and laid down a while.

Then I heard tapping on the floor.

I looked and saw my hands,

dancing wildly.

Suddenly, other hands grew from them,

and stretched out the window.

I couldn't see

where they were going.

But I could feel

the cold wind on my fingertips,

blowing like crazy.

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