Seiun wo Kakeru

Fun times run out in no time.

And when he returned to me, I was surprised by the passage of time and felt remorse.

After the boom with the arm wrestling, we were booming with each other's recent developments and silly stories while containing just a little alcohol, but when we realized it was getting completely dark around us.

Will the preparations for the harvest festival proceed steadily, and will the number of people gathered be almost all but some?

Incineration lit up everywhere and the feast was finally about to begin.

Unlike last year, I don't see Tania next door this year.

Of course, it was only due to childbirth, but I miss that a lot.

Instead, disciples like Dante, Catalina and Pietro were stopping by to gather me.

Catalina is handing her a copper cup to Dante, who sits with her legs thrown over her.

Looking at that, it looks like the couple's lives are starting to get on the board early, even though they haven't even put up a ceremony yet.

"Speaking of which, when winter breaks, it's a reception,"

"Whoa, you're gonna be joint with me."

"Right, with Dante..."

"Oh, Age Parents, what is that face? Got a complaint?

"No, nothing. I just didn't think I'd make a much slower impression with my apprentice."

"Oh, you will, won't you? I'm getting married next year, so it's pretty late."

"Well, Pietro's getting married..."

The average age of marriage on this island is around fifteen.

It's normal to have someone by the age of twenty at the latest.

Dante is just a teenager. Given the position of the Lord's Son, it would be acceptable enough.

In contrast, Age was thirty years ago.

Obviously beyond the marriageable age.

People seem to come from afar because it is a reception, but it will inevitably be questionable at that time.

Well, if you say that, you won't know who Age is in the first place.

Representatives gather from across the island. You will also find that Age did not belong to any village.

I had a headache thinking about it that way.

"But is Dante glad he didn't do it in the town of Nazioni? Catalina and both of us would be from the town of Nazioni."

"It's fine. I'm not going back to that town for a while. And Catalina's father will manage to follow me."

"That's right. Your father would be relieved if he found out you were with him too Dante... hmm, would he be extra worried if he thought of it in terms of the town's reputation?

"Let it go. Don't worry, I'll say hello when you get here properly."

When Catalina tilts her neck, Dante mucks and argues.

My sister-in-law, but thank goodness the couple's lead seemed to be held by Catalina.

Externally, of course, I haven't forgotten to set up a man.

This neighborhood will depend on the times.

"Is Dante thinking about what he's going to do if he gets all the blacksmith work? Sometimes Catalina won't be able to engage in blacksmiths in pregnancy or childbirth more than she will live as a couple, and you've decided to stand alone, where are you going to do it?

"No, honestly, I don't know. I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to remember it properly at first."

"You'll see that when you see the attitude of the first banquet."

"I'm sorry about that. That."

Polypoli and shy head dante.

Would it have been a man with such a special attitude?

If a man hasn't had three days, he'll scratch his eyes, but Dante's growth is remarkable.

Is this also a move to make love?

"By the way, what do you do for the reception of the day? I'm not very familiar with the customs of this island."

"Yeah? Well, show me your face, drink even, and then enough for the groom to show you a show"

"Yes, a piece of art!?

"What are you so surprised about?

"Yes, no"

The way brides and grooms celebrate, handed down from ancient times to the Middle Ages, varies from village to village.

Something like running for his wife from the reception hall to his new home, getting chased away by unmarried men from all over the village, and the heartwarming thing about giving each family trinket to their new home.

There are cases where words are spoken, but like "sharing" the bride.

Besides, there is no time in the world for my wife to shave her head or put a tattoo on her back.

It would be easier for the groom to show a show than if he didn't have such a thump.

Dante told me he was going to lift the big rock to show his strength pride.

Nevertheless, what could I have done?

Age bothered her head.

A show, a show. Ah.

Wheat liquor Yale is handed out to the contemplative Age.

Warm drinks are appreciated in the cooling air.

When I rang my throat and drank it down, the back of my stomach got warmer or warmer.

Some time after that, the square shrugged for a moment, and quieted back.

Apparently, Adele was finished getting ready to go up on the stage.

If you notice, the light of the sun is completely gone, and the book of the night is down around.

The bonfire lit up the neighborhood, so that true darkness peeled thin clothes and illuminated, shaping the figure of Adele wrapped in a bright white costume.

As the flame swings, the shadow of the costume shifts, and when it rises like a wave at all costs, it disappears.

When it floats, it disappears like foam.

- Shan.

- Shan.

- Shan.

Adele takes her stride.

Every time you walk, the sceptre makes a clear metal sound in the dark night so that it can be attached.

After that instant sound is silence. A constant rhythm repeated.

Behind it follows a woman who participates in the ritual.

Bona, the village chief, Jane's hand, the summariser of the ladies, has a offering.

Unlike last year, there is no Tania behind it.

Older female cows are pulled by the men.

Adele, who went up on the altar, swung a tin wand.

Rotate the foot to the branch, glue and body.

The circle at the tip of the cane is wrapped in centrifugal force and arcs hollow without sound.

The beautiful bright white costume hem fluttered up, trying to mimic it to a tin wand and began to circle.

The bonfire makes a noise and scatters a spark.

Adele's back is defied, and the dance becomes so fierce that it clogs the breath of those watching.

Knock, knock...

Adele's feet are undisturbed. Keep one point at all times and keep going around on the spot forever.

The sceptre and spine are now raised exactly high, pointing ahead to the depths of the altar.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Eventually Adele, who finished the dance, kneels down and squeals a scepter once high.

"To the Goddess of Abundance, whom I send to this land, I thank for the gracious rain of this past year. I wish you the same kindness in the spring of the coming harvest."

Drop your head quietly and the people of the village follow it.

Is it because of the margin of a second time?

The same behavior that should have happened last year can be seen much more clearly this year.

It was, indeed, a sacred ritual.

Again, it is different from Age, who, while serving the presence of God, does not fully believe somewhere in his heart.

I sincerely believe that there is a God, but before the late, serious faith, Age's back grew poppy without a response.