Kumpira Note (4)

“Sorry we must start now. You had better search your sister alone and
join us later if possible. My father used to talk about your father. He
wasn’t lucky. I have twin daughters, three years old. They ask me one
more rainbow color scale and I have promised it. But no joke! I never
try it. Here I cannot do anything for you, but I have asked my family
to take care your empty house and your mother's tomb. Don’t worry.
Your father’s relatives have a right to take half of my father’s
remains. It couldn’t do openly while the former King was alive yet, I
don't know why.”
“The hunters avoid you? No joke. Not me but they asked you to join
this quest to tell the truth…”

I don’t know what happened on our troop that night. I alone lie on
the battlefield. My hands are wet in blood. But I’m not wounded
anywhere. I cough again and vomit blood like my mother. Mounts of big
crows are circling in the sky in silence.

My sister, every one calls me a lucky boy. I’m alone alive, what do
you mean I am a lucky boy?

Kumpira Note (3)

The troop of the dragon hunters will go to east straight. They seldom
talk about the recently accident at the sea-elf royal family but talk
about where, what kind of and how many dragons or monsters they
have hunted.

“And how about your sister?”
Today asked one of the hunters knowing I’m company with them to
search my sister. You had sent my family dragon scales each season
until the year before last.

“You mean the blue dragons scales?”
Yes, mainly blue ones. My mother was weak. So she had to take the
powders of the blue dragon scales every day. The hunters became
silent and looked at each other for a while.

“I heard the charity institution send the dragon scales to the poor
families lost their master, the dragon hunter.”
But you promised me to take a rainbow color scale, this time.

“A young lady gets a rainbow color scale? It’s not so easy as
sneaking blue ones at the hunting place.”
“You don’t say it others for your sister’s sake, too, boy. For true
dragon hunter, what do you mean it, do you know? To get the rainbow
color scale or to be killed by the dragon, only one chance in his
life.”
“Now in time yet. You had better go back your home.”
“Your sister might wait you at home.”
“With her rainbow color dragon scale.”
They laughed.

I didn’t know such rule. You promised me you would come back to
congratulate my ten years old birthday with my mother. That day I
watched alone my mother dying. I don’t know why my mother hadn’t
stopped you. She had already once lost her husband for the rainbow
color dragon scale, didn't she?

Kumpira Note (2)

To tell this horrible accident to his only missing sister, Kafka sent
messengers every direction next day. The princess, Casablanca, when her
twelve years old birthday, the King presented a white dragon named
Snowy Leaf. She left from the castle soon with her dragon. All
messengers have come back in vain except the east side messengers. They
have found all murdered.

This time dragon hunters are gathered to search the Princess. I join
the quest on condition to find you and join with you. They don’t know
well about you, but one of the soldiers remembered my father was
famous dragon hunter.

My mother was dead and I don’t have any relatives except you now, I
don’t have any reason to stay here. They give me enough money. Now
let’s start our quest!

Kumpira Note (1)

To my sister…

The day before yesterday the corpse of the monster floated again in the
offing. I could see in my seaside house many many big crows unknown
here had gathered to pick its rotten meat.

Yesterday several soldiers came here and we knew more what happened at
the castle a month ago. The monster attacked and killed the King from
the sky just before his prince when his ten years birthday ceremony.
The prince’s name is Kafka, you know, as old as me and now the King of
the sea-elf.

Plaza 110-111

ＧＷ 名駅前でブラスバンドと踊りを見てた

５月６日明け方名古屋から車で戻ったばかりでつらかったけれど、リカちゃん
展最終日という事で、池袋サンシャインまで出かけた。閉館までわずか３０分、
小物の展示物を見るのはスルー、スタンプラリーをしながらひたすら先に進ん
だけれど、お目当ての巨大人形にはお目にかかれず。　　「ナナちゃん
人形もうかたずけちゃたのかな？」　　「あの、リカちゃんなんだけれど」

Kafka on the Shore (4)

Sarah was also embarrassed because they didn’t have any information
about the baby. Her virgin quest as a sea-elf princess was she met a
girl in the ancient library and went to meet the girl’s younger
brother with her. She didn’t know their names. Sarah only guessed
that they lived seaside somewhere and the girl was a dragon hunter as
old as she, fifteen years old or so.

Sarah decided to send the white dragon to her country with her rune
message, which her father would read and solve all her trouble soon,
Sarah thought. As the climate looked to become worse, they decided to
delay their triumph ceremony until the white dragon came back. Sarah
promised within ten days her dragon could come back. As already a
month had passed the necromancers were defeated, it’s not so much
difference they thought.

Sarah was push into the narrow cave with the baby at the side of the
mountain. A wild black dog lay there. Its six baby dogs were doing
suck the milk innocently. The new baby had joined it. That night the
thunderstorm began and had continued for a week. Black ashes covered
the field. The baby dogs were died one by one each day and at last
remained only a baby dog and the baby. Sarah’s heal magic didn’t
work there.

Sarah was tired and felled in sleep deeply. When she waked at last,
she noticed the baby dog lipped her cheek. She searched the baby in a
hurry. It clanged the nipple yet but Sarah noticed the mother dog was
already dead.

“Hey you have waked up?” An old man stood at the entrance. “I’m the
Warlock of the firetop mountain. I’m sorry I couldn’t guard your white
dragon well. The king of necromancer was really tough and strong.”
Sarah ran out and found piles of snow on the muddy ground. Sarah looked
up the sky and mattered, “Soon the Snowy Leaf comes back with my father,
very soon.”

“Who’s the Snowy Leaf?”
“My white dragon, of course.”
Sarah looked at the pile again. She already noticed it’s not the pile
of snow, but the pile of the scales of her white dragon.

Kafka on the Shore (3)

When the unknown girl named Sarah appeared with the abandoned baby
suddenly to the clearance, the habitants of the country of firetop
mountain were quite embarrassed how to treat them. Already a month had
passed the necromancers were defeated and Daisy was rescued and the
winning ceremony had just begun there.

They couldn’t have found the necromancer-master but they had burnt all
books of the ancient library and killed wild dogs living there and
closed the entrance to protect to play black magic there ever again. It
was simple if they could arrest Sara, liar or as a member of the
necromancers. The problem was she was the master of the white dragon
which appeared suddenly a month ago on the sky there and helped with
its luck the brave three Trolls, Tom, William, Bert to defeat former
their warrior Troll master, the brain of the necromancers known as the
great triple six.

Kafka on the Shore (2)

“Necromancer? Whom has she talked about?”
Going to the clearance by the cave entrance of the Firetop Mountain
alone, Sarah guessed what Sakura wanted to say just before. Many
orphan children at Sarah liked the to-tell-the-truth-I-am-a-child-of-
the-Necromancer story. Daisy had always said so. Twelve years ago,
thirty babies were kidnapped by the Necromancers to sacrifice of their
black sorcery here. Only a baby named Daisy was rescued with a severe
wounded servant by the work of the brave Trolls, one of whom, Tom the
warrior became the father-in-law of Daisy, who grew up among Trolls,
and all folk people were kind to her, she became a little aggressive
girl. She often visited the Sarah, and talked to the orphans she was
the Necromancer princess, that’s why they wouldn’t kill her. But you
shouldn’t talk what she said to adults. If she were arrested, who
would bring them sweets? Some of the orphan children believed not
Daisy but Sakura might be the Necromancer princess to tell the truth.
Sakura was the last girl to talk about the topics willingly.

This time Sarah refused Sakura had come with her. As her expected, the
entrance to the ancient cave library had revealed back of the war
memorial round tone at the center of the clearance. She entered without
hesitation there as twelve years ago. That day Sarah had found an
abandoned baby there among the skeletons of some animals of human size.

Dream

“You must know how they drive it.”
What do you mean? It’s wrong to work while the rest-time? No,
oppositely. They work while the rest-time. I’m not the type. It’s
wrong?
“You must know, OK?”
You turn your neck to look at me straightly. I don’t know you,
intelligent young lady.
“No, the rest-time is the rest-time.” But I cannot say aloud. I
wouldn’t lose you. You are my type.