At the same time...
Hijikata was immersed in a colorful town in the castle town of Ashtalotto.
The Oriental brothel, named Yoshiwara, was built by three years old, but that's why you don't scatter tension or look at yourself.
I only went as a customer. The prostitutes are told not to treat them special, but the order is not thorough.
Hijikata, three years old, is a man who has been passionate since his previous life. Even when I was in the city of Kyoto, I was so emotional that I was resented by the great shogunate men and subordinates.
If you show your face to the whorehouse, the beauty of the whorehouse will leave your familiar customers alone, so you can't help resenting them.
Well, you shouldn't be too careful when you're three, and let whores do whatever they want.
When she comes to the brothel today, she calls a familiar prostitute and lets her play the sandwich while putting her knees on.
I have no plans to hold a woman today. Don't drink too much alcohol.
Then the daughter of the elf, who was the husband of the brothel, asked.
"Young man, aren't you feeling well today?
"No, I just have a hunch."
"A hunch?"
"I feel like my friends are asking me today."
"Friends?
"Oh, an old friend. I don't want to drink and see you unconscious."
"I see, but if you say that, I'll bake a yakitori."
"Yakitori?"
"Yes, I can't think of anything but the Devil."
"I see, maybe it is, but..."
And then, surprisingly enough, the apprenticeship of a prostitute called baldness comes.
"Three years old, I'm a guest."
Oh, dear, you've got a hunch.
I see. I'm going to invite the guest in, but get me some wine. "
"I see. Are you sure you want to heat it up?
Ah.
That said, baldness runs to the kitchen.
When she thinks she's a pretty girl, her elf's father-in-law pinches her back.
You're aiming for her to fry.
"No, I don't like the first one."
Misunderstood, and the third year headed into the back. Wait for your friend there.
A man appeared in just the right condition when a drink was placed before his friend arrived.
An old man wearing a fox face.
"Beyond this?"
"I don't want to be told by a man who doesn't know who I am all this time."
"I guess I do. You 're--"
Say the name of the old man.
The old man heard the name silently. Neither affirmative nor negative. I didn't dare to confirm it when I was three years old.
…………
When the old man is silent for a while, he goes on as if nothing had happened.
"Well, well, it doesn't matter who I am. I came here today with a purpose."
What is the purpose? I didn't ask because I largely understand why I came.
"I came here tonight to swallow you and your last drink."
"... fu, it's the last wine. So you're not going back to the Ashtalotto army."
"Oh, I have to give my sword to my husband who picked me up."
"Is he more manly than my husband?"
She's a beautiful girl.
"Then why not compare it? But my husband also inspires a lot of loyalty."
"Oh, let's admit it. Had I met Ashtarotto the Devil before my master, I would have been happy to give him my sword."
"You mean the order in which you met was bad?"
"Ah, you and I have met a fool named Yoshio Kondo, so we've always been drawn to poverty. It's like that."
"The analogy is too easy to understand, so I can't nod any more."
"You know what I mean. Then pour."
An old man with a fox face puts a cup in front of his eyes.
I don't have a hobby for men to drink, but when I thought this was the last time, it naturally came out.
By the way, the old man will return the cup this time.
They then drink without saying a word.
Japanese sake sourced from the southern maritime cities was a taste that seeped into the stomach.
I remember the day of the end that night.
The days at the dawn of life, the days that lived to the fullest that they might die tomorrow, the days that were eventually disposed of by the shogunate and pointed to thieves and backfingers.
It was an incredible day, but for the three years old and the elderly, it was true that those days were youth.
Three years old met the past as they nostalgized it, and they drank it with the old man until morning.
When the barrels of the brothel were empty, the third and old men snored and slept during the day.
Around noon, when the third year of age woke up and looked at the room, no one was there.
Looking at the place where the old man was sleeping for a while, he went to the cage to take a piss.