The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
12. The Summer Celebration
The unrest soared with the smoke of incense over grief was brought into the sky, as well as the anxiety enveloped like a fog difficult to get away on the mountain, even in the summer. Unfortunately the crops or fields have been harvested, and it is time for them to give thanks for the produce of the earth. People are preoccupied with tradition, making lanterns, preparing fireworks, opening shops every street, and others. All is done in earnest even though it is stored in the mind of each that it is difficult to be happy on top of the many lives lost.
Sitting cross-legged on a cedar wooden floorboard, Yashuhiro observes Matsuko's hidden gloom along with the green tea in her bowl. On the side, someone busied themselves with a piece of white paper. There has been no talk between them so as to give space to the sound of the knock of a hammer, the friction of a saw, the grunts of people on something that does not match his expectations, the plain laughter of a child, the laughter of a child, as well as a horn of a musical instrument that is tried to be used at its peak event.
An empty chawan is placed on a tatami, then turns to the middle man sitting on his knees folding square paper beside him. “How about the event we are planning?”
The hand stops bending the paper, the forehead is wrinkled, the eyes are squinting as if they are having trouble or maybe remembering something. “Tonight the fireworks will be ignited,” at last, is Ryuji has returned struggling on the complicated folds of paper.
If observed longer, Ryuji will look exactly like a boy playing at the castle gate is composing a stone that every time collapsed, these children are equally adamant to pursue his wishes. Until finally the stone was stacked, and the boy exclaimed with excitement. His success made Yashuhiro immediately turn to his sister, and find a paper crane. His heart was also happy to see the children managed to realize his will.
Ryuji gave the result, and Yashuhiro accepted happily. The paper crane on her palm was reminiscent of the clan symbol of her fiance Mother. He took himself to a painting of a crane flapping its wings on display on the wall of his new room. They had just been carried by the Great Lord Arisu with the intention of bringing his daughter closer after meeting at the temple, then the return of the girl complained that she did not want to marry someone who was willing to give her life in the name of affection because for Izanami it was too excessive.
Yashuhiro and his sister were given each room that could observe many things, such as when the right window was opened it would be seen the sun emerging from the Lake God Temple, the left window presenting the sunset in the mountains, and the middle window shows the vastness of the castle. From the right wing there is Merpati— Hall is a dormitory for female students, then there is the Lotus Pavilion for meditation, Orchid Pavilion is used as a place to learn the science of literature, as well as several halls to practice the art of war, while on the left wing there is a Scorpion Hall for the dormitory of the men. So far away, and convinced that it was difficult for them to sneak in when there was a problem of feeling given the tight guard in the middle. If you have a thought to pass behind the castle, there are some stiff guards like statues facing directly the archery field and large land for riding.
Yashuhiro combed her hair, looking at the boy who had transformed into a young man who possessed admirable abilities earned her the impulse to send her younger sister to the place so far, aided by the family supervision of her fiance, the source said, being asked not to treat him specifically, and now having formed after so long hard forging now looks special.
Unfortunately the goal is to experience fragility from the inside rather than the outside. He forgets Ryuji's condition which he feels he must feel the presence of someone around him. A flash of memory as Yashuhiro had just returned home from court, and found the boy trembling from accidentally locking him up from the outside. There was no whining like a child that showed fear of being left alone clearly, Ryuji just gripped tightly on his clothes. He wants to be accompanied.
Now, back to the present. The handsome figure sat watching the disciples practicing the sword using wood instead in the open hall of Rajawali. His eyes seemed empty, his soul may have wandered in a distant place so that he could see that made his heart calm, to silence his mouth for a long time even though just complaining was not heard.
Because, basically they both hurt themselves by holding all feelings so as not to offend others.
Atsuyoshi Castle gate was opened wide, allowing all students to enjoy the celebration for the next few days. The amazement of men when women come out with makeup makes them look more beautiful like a collection of butterflies.
Mika came out last with her hair bunned and skewers of cherry blossom konde as a complement, she saw someone walking with a lantern towards the mountain. Look towards the crowd, then walk away. Mika wants to go home, and hopes her return is welcomed by her sister, then they can celebrate the summer festival together. His heart was increasingly agitated when passing through the lonely alley, he accelerated the path when he felt someone was following. The pace of earthy steps with the movement of his feet, the distance was getting closer, his heart felt slumped when he stopped, and turned to find the body of the butler of the Fusae family lying on the ground, also two people standing on his back.
Elsewhere, the bright light goes out, and the light maker changes his form into a human being, a charming man sets his foot in the air. Leaning to a lump of robed man lying helplessly on the ground due to loss of consciousness.
“Lake God?!”
The saint beast did not come from the lake as before, but rather from a circle suddenly formed in the air, displaying a giant glass with a moving mirror swaying following the wind, and the cause of the shock was his large golden eye first shown.
“I refuse if he is made an offering for me,” the God of the Lake folds his hands, then turns his body to face Yuka directly. “But if to him, this guy's heart will be an opener, then his eyeballs will be baked,” his retina does not stare directly at the other person, but toward the mountains behind the soot-covered girl.
“Who is he?” Yuka slowly turned her head towards where the divine figure was paying attention, her eyes found the young man from behind the pine tree, and as she turned around was about to ask the intent of the God's terrifying-sounding statement, there's nobody around him.
His eyes searched in all directions, and before long a voice greeted his sense of hearing. “My name, Akira...”.
