Sarusuberi: Miss Hokusai Page #3

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That happened every night after.

It scared me at first,

but I came to enjoy it.

They weaved through grass,

touched the tip of a pagoda,

passed under a bridge,

and I thought:

if those hands happened to

tear off and fly away,

would my original hands

still move?

I'm not done painting.

A priest friend told me

to fear the worst.

He wrapped both my arms

in sutras and prayer beads.

My hands never flew off again,

and I became the great painter

I am today.

Isn't that wonderful.

If a bell rings,

come to my room.

If it does not ring by morning,

please take your leave.

Do not tell a soul.

Understood?

This isn't very exciting...

You don't have to stick around.

Suit yourself.

Well, I guess it won't hurt...

Be quiet.

Huh? I didn't say a thing.

You've been sighing the whole time.

It's a long night, that's all.

Bugs?

See anything?

What?

It's trapped inside the net?

It's acting as a barrier.

It's good you had this net.

It can get out anytime.

If it does...

Should I put sutras

and prayer beads on my face?

What if it doesn't return?

I'll deal with that

when it happens.

I've never left that place

so chastely before...

Anyway, that was a new one on me.

Your stretching hands tale.

Idiot. It was a new one for me too.

It's one of Bakin's

Chinese ghost stories.

There you go again.

If I hadn't told it,

we'd never have seen that.

Nothing makes sense anymore...

It's not what I wanted to see.

That's why your paintings

are crappy...

I just can't help myself.

When I hear fire bells,

I can't sit still.

Move it, move it!

Don't let it spread!

Pull! Pull!

You lot, get over there!

Hurry, hurry!

Hey, look!

It's crumbling down!

When they clear the area,

and the fire collapses with

nowhere to go, it's exhilarating!

Another fire?

What's so great about it?

You like women.

Tetsuzo likes sweets. Same thing.

Makes sense.

Stupid girl.

The field to your right

is covered in snow.

Cherry blossoms bloom

on this riverbank in spring,

but the bare snow-covered trees

are also beautiful.

Are you cold?

There's a shrine gate here.

It stands down the riverbank,

so it's at your eye level.

Shrine gates are shaped like this.

Watch your step.

Wait a moment.

Why?

A camellia.

My favourite flower.

Hold out your hand.

What colour?

Red.

A gentle, warm colour.

Take it home.

It can go in your sleeve.

There's no noise.

Yeah. It's quiet.

Snow absorbs sound.

Scared?

You're cold.

Two sweet sakes.

I'll go order them.

Excuse me.

Two sweet sakes.

Sure.

Throw this up as hard as you can.

Here, here!

Come on, come on!

Come on! Come on!

Here, here!

O-Nao!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, O-Ei.

Don't be. You got carried away.

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