The Tradition of Yamaok Village
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A very, very, very long ti ago…
Our revered ancestors once lived in a land far, far away, completely different from here.
At that ti, their land was struck by prolonged drought, withering all plant life, and our ancestors were driven to the brink of death.
It was then that a dragon with pale pinkish scales descended from the sky.
The dragon instructed our ancestors to call it “Okachan” and said, “If you obey , I will take you to a land free of starvation.”
On the verge of death, our ancestors imdiately nodded in acceptance.
Okachan then gathered our ancestors together with its long tail, lifted them, took flight, and brought them to the pass where Yamaok Village now stands.
Life in the mountains was different from before, and our ancestors did struggle, but they were surrounded by abundant water and mountain blessings.
Whenever dangerous monsters appeared, Okachan would promptly slay them, protecting our ancestors.
That is why we, the people of Yamaok Village, continue living our lives without forgetting the gratitude we owe Okachan, revering and serving that great being even now.
Okachan’s words are absolute.
You must never defy Okachan.
“Do not stay up late.”
“Do not be picky about food.”
“Share your food.”
“Return kindness with kindness.”
Every single one is a precious teaching bestowed upon us by Okachan.
You must not break them and trouble our mother.
Whatever Okachan instructs, we must absolutely obey.
By doing so, we repay the debt we owe Okachan who has protected this village since ancient tis.
As proud people of Yamaok Village, you must never forget this.
Okachan’s words, whatever they may be, absolutely must be upheld.
Properly. Live properly.
(The tradition of Yamaok Village, “The Beginning of Yamaok Village and Okachan,” passed down from mother to child)
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It was when Emi was eating her lonely al alone on that stage.
“What is the aning of this, Village Chief!!”
Enraged, the hunter Gonpeter flung open the door to Village Chief gatonkohsuke’s residence!
Baan! A loud noise echoed through the chief’s ho.
Startled, a large group of n turned toward Gonpeter.
They were the ones tasked with delivering Emi’s clothes and al.
Incense was burning inside the room, and the n were all eating large quantities of at.
The Uguuso at hunted by Emi.
“Oh, you’re awake now, Gonpeter. We were just about to send for you.”
Seated in the back, Village Chief gatonkohsuke’s voice rang out in the now silent room.
“Now now, hurry and close that door, Gonpeter. We’re in the middle of a curse-breaking ritual for those who ca in contact with that thing, so we can’t have the incense escaping the room. Hurry now, hurry.”
“Village Chief! Did I not tell you? She is the one who saved my life! I asked you to extend her proper hospitality! Yet, yet……!!”
Gonpeter forcefully shut the door before marching up to gatonkohsuke.
After entering the village with Emi, the first place Gonpeter headed was gatonkohsuke’s residence to make his report.
He was attacked by a monster and his life endangered, but saved by the young girl Emi.
So he had invited her to the village.
She was currently waiting outside this very ho.
Please, extend the finest hospitality befitting one who had saved his life.
gatonkohsuke listened to Gonpeter’s account, considered it briefly, then said, “Leave everything to us.”
He then instructed Gonpeter to rest.
No matter how sturdy a hunter Gonpeter was, he had just faced a life-threatening crisis.
His exhaustion must have been severe.
Leave the hospitality to them while he recuperated first.
Understanding those words, Gonpeter parted from Emi and returned ho.
And the severity of his exhaustion was true.
Settling into a chair at ho, Gonpeter imdiately dozed off without realizing, only to wake up hours later at night.
Feeling it would be unbecoming to miss extending hospitality to Emi, his benefactor, Gonpeter dashed out toward the village plaza.
There, he saw it.
His savior, alone on the stage decorated with black and white striped cloth and white flowers, eating a al!
Gonpeter was first dumbstruck, then turned pale realizing the implications of that scene, his face flushing red with rage over the affront defiling the village’s spirit, imdiately rushing to the village chief’s residence.
“What is the aning of this! That ‘Sohgintokki Cloth’!!”
Gonpeter thrust his face toward gatonkohsuke, vehently protesting.
The “Sohgintokki Cloth” referred to the black and white striped patterned cloth adorning Emi’s stage, resembling the curtains used for Japanese whaling rituals.
More than leaving Emi alone without proper hospitality during her al, what Gonpeter took particular issue with was using that cloth.
In Yamaok Village, that cloth’s use was limited.
One occasion was funerals.
The other was……
“……It’s fine.”
Before gatonkohsuke could respond to Gonpeter’s questioning, a quiet voice rang out in the chief’s residence.
The speaker was a man standing silently beside gatonkohsuke.
Gonpeter’s close friend, Sabrown.
“Are you dissatisfied? Gonpeter……That child……Emi being offered to Okachan?”
“Sabrown……!”
Sabrown’s voice was icy cold.
“Are you dissatisfied? That she is taking Oyukipa’s place?”
“Sabrown, wait! Serving Okachan is sothing the villagers should offer out of gratitude to that great being! She is an outsider, a benefactor unfit to be involved with the village’s……”
“Then are you saying Oyukipa should die instead?!!”
“…!!”
Gonpeter could not retort to Sabrown’s sudden shriek.
He inadvertently held his breath, falling silent.
“……Calm yourselves, Gonpeter, Sabrown.”
Village Chief gatonkohsuke cleared his throat before speaking in an authoritative voice, interjecting into their conversation.
“Gonpeter, this has already been decided. I have decided it. I am the village chief. You will obey , Gonpeter.”
“But, but……this treatnt, it’s far too……”
“Improper? Defiling the soul? Incorrect?”
gatonkohsuke stared straight at Gonpeter with eyes partially obscured by his long, drooping eyebrows.
“……!”
Those eyes held power.
An imposing aura uncharacteristic of the normally easygoing elderly gatonkohsuke.
“Perhaps so. But I have decided. The girl to be offered to Okachan this ti will not be Oyukipa, but that Emi child. I have decided it. Therefore, neither Gonpeter nor Sabrown’s souls will be defiled. I alone shall bear that defilent……as the village chief.”
“B-But……!”
“I beg you……I beg you! Please, be silent, Gonpeter!”
Though cowed by gatonkohsuke’s imposing presence, Gonpeter tried to protest with his dry mouth, only for Sabrown to cut him off.
Tears streaming down his haggard, exhausted cheeks, Sabrown’s trembling voice spilled out:
“My wife is…dead……My parents, long gone! I have…only Oyukipa left……Don’t take Oyukipa from , please……”
Faced with that tearful plea, Gonpeter could say nothing more.
Sabrown was Gonpeter’s close friend.
His feelings were painfully, acutely understood by Gonpeter.
More than anything, the father being told to offer up his beloved daughter as a sacrificial victim was sothing even the unmarried Gonpeter could easily imagine.
Yes, a sacrificial victim.
Yamaok Village was currently being demanded to offer up such a sacrifice to the dragon Okachan who protects the village.
The condition for the sacrificial victim specified by the dragon was “a girl around 10 years old.” Originally, the only one in Yamaok Village eting that condition was Sabrown’s daughter Oyukipa.
However, circumstances had changed.
The hunter Gonpeter had brought another girl around that age to the village.
Between the girl they had all doted on raising like their own daughter, and the dubious cursed child arriving in the village out of nowhere, which should they offer as the sacrificial victim?
Without need for discussion, the village elders unanimously decided on the cursed child.
The village chief approved that decision.
Therefore, the cursed child was now being feasted.
That feast was by no ans hospitality for a benefactor.
It was a al sent off for one departing on a journey of no return.
The decorations using the Sohgintokki Cloth and white flowers were the sa.
Those were the decorations used in the parting ritual for sacrificial victims.
“…………”
Gonpeter, who had been angrily shouting just before, fell completely silent.
No one else in the room spoke a word.
Even the n who had gathered for the curse-breaking ritual remained wordless.
In the deathly still room, only Sabrown’s sobs echoed.
“……You have nothing more to say, Gonpeter? You must still be exhausted as well. Bathe in the incense for the curse-breaking ritual, then return ho for today.”
Patting the shoulders of the dejected Gonpeter, Village Chief gatonkohsuke gently whispered.
“…………At the very least.”
After a period of silence, Gonpeter muttered.
“At the very least, then allow to be the ‘Bearer’…….”
The “Bearer” was the role of carrying the litter transporting the sacrificial victim to Okachan.
“…………”
“Any more involvent than that……is not permitted for ……”
“……Very well. But you will fulfill your duties?”
“…………Yes, of course……”
“Then tomorrow at sunrise, we shall head to Okachan’s Rock. Originally, we had planned to wait around 20 more days, but under these circumstances, sooner is likely better. Do not be late.”
“…………Understood……”
After that exchange with gatonkohsuke, Gonpeter began staggering off.
He fanned the incense smoke from the large burner three tis with his palm over his forehead before listlessly opening the door and exiting.
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Beneath the twinkling starry sky, Gonpeter walked through the village of ramshackle wooden houses.
His head felt hazy, footsteps unsteady.
His thoughts were incoherent.
The only thing he realized was how foolish he had been.
Gonpeter lacked imagination.
His judgent was shallow.
He should have considered the consequences before bringing that girl to the village.
Returning the favor of having his life saved.
That was the proper thing to do.
The proper way to live.
But as a result of that righteous act, what had occurred?
His benefactor was chosen as a sacrificial victim.
Sothing improper happened.
Then if that was improper, would offering up Oyukipa as originally planned have been the proper thing?
Would tornting Sabrown and his daughter be proper?
Of course not.
As a hunter, Gonpeter had been putting even more effort into his hunts than usual, at least wanting to provide Oyukipa delicacies before the end.
He thought that was a hunter’s duty in the village.
But looking back, that had just been actions driven by guilt over being unable to help his friend’s daughter.
Was that really a proper act?
Just an attempted atonent.
Was such atonent really a proper act?
Was it not simply an excuse to forgive himself for being unable to help Oyukipa?
Was that truly the proper way to live?
What was the proper way to live?
How could one live properly?
Was offering up Oyukipa as a sacrifice the proper thing?
Was offering up Emi as a sacrifice the proper thing?
Neither was likely correct.
But he had to choose one.
It was agonizing.
Nauseating.
He felt as if his very soul was emitting the stench of utter rot.
“……!?”
It was then that Gonpeter, staggering as he walked, had arrived at the village plaza.
Looking at the stage set up there, no one was present.
For so reason, the decorative flowers were also completely gone, but it didn’t matter – Emi was nowhere to be seen.
The bonfires lit on either side of the stage cast their futile light over the area.
(Had she fled!?)
Elation and despair crashed over Gonpeter’s wavering heart like massive waves.
Driven by an indescribable, unprecedented emotion he couldn’t even identify, Gonpeter dashed toward the stage.
Even after approaching and looking around, there was still no sign of anyone.
(Just where did she go……)
After so contemplation, he had an idea.
(……The village chief and everyone else found Emi suspicious. They even did a curse-breaking ritual. So then……)
They likely kept her as far from the village proper as possible.
There should be an unused hut next to Old Lady Yoshikopa’s house, if he recalled.
Perhaps they had assigned her that hut as sleeping quarters.
After finishing her al, Emi had likely already returned there.
That was Gonpeter’s speculation.
And indeed, his speculation proved correct.
When Gonpeter quietly opened the hut’s door, there was Emi lying on the bare hard dirt, breathing the rhythms of sleep.
“……Already asleep, huh?”
Muttering that, Gonpeter gazed at the sleeping girl’s moonlit face.
At first glance, she was an ominous black-haired, black-eyed child.
But the more he looked, the more beautiful she appeared.
Just seeing her sleeping face, no one could discern that this girl was strong enough to tear apart an Assault Chiwanwan with her bare hands.
……Yes, this girl was trendously powerful.
Extraordinarily so.
(……Perhaps)
A sudden imagination flashed in Gonpeter’s mind, but he imdiately dismissed it.
No matter how strong Emi was, Okachan was a dragon.
The guardian dragon that had been with the village since its beginnings, living for so imnsely long.
Not an adversary a human could overco.
“……I’m sorry……so sorry…………”
He draped his outer garnt over Emi as she slept on the dirt without any bedding, whispering an apology with a trembling voice.
He was sorry for getting her involved in this.
Truly sorry for not even providing proper hospitality.
To his benefactor.
For having her sleep on this bare dirt without even a mat.
He was sorry.
Sorry.
Resolved to do this much at least, Gonpeter returned ho to retrieve a blanket, which he placed over Emi.
After that, he fled from the hut where Emi slept.
On his way back ho, he looked around.
There were no guards watching over Emi.
The villagers avoided approaching Emi more than necessary out of fear of her cursed child’s curse transferring to them.
Moreover, the villagers did not expect her to try fleeing in the first place.
Because “Beyond the village lies a half-dark realm,” no one thought a person would calmly venture outside the village.
Therefore, no guards were posted.
Therefore, it could be done.
He could let her escape.
If Gonpeter resolved to let her flee, that is.
However.
“I can’t……”
Gonpeter stopped, head bowed.
The smiling faces of his close friend Sabrown and his daughter Oyukipa ca to mind.
“I can’t……”
Tears welled up.
Plopping to the ground in small circles as they fell.
“I can’t……”
Not even glancing at the starry sky, Gonpeter simply remained rooted, gazing unblinkingly at the unremarkable ground.
The night in Yamaok Village quietly deepened.
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