Seiun wo Kakeru

When the sky stained red, people began to gather in the square.

Age, who had gathered long before, looked at the whole thing from its front seat and breathed a howl.

Was there so many people?

The population of the village is approximately 250 inhabitants.

The squares, each gathered at intervals of thought, are filled with people.

I remember seeing a similar sight once.

It's an entire school gathering as a student. I resented the principal's long-standing training. Especially in summer and in winters as cold as now.

You're just a bunch of strangers, Age thinks.

If people live in the middle of the village, they may exchange greetings, but they can hardly face each other at the end.

There are also dairy drinkers who are not usually seen, children as young as elementary school children, and old men with bent hips and canes.

"You're Mr. Age, aren't you?

"That's right. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry you're late to say hello. Have fun today."

An old man smiles and bows his head to Age.

Age stands out because he never looked at each other, but was unfamiliar with the village.

Plus I've been a leader, and often only my name and track record were remembered.

If we all look at each other, we say one greeting, sometimes we talk a little, and each moves to our place at the festival.

Everyone had a warm smile from the faces of those gathered, and just looking at it, I knew exactly how the festival was making people look forward to it.

It's really a yearly pleasure.

There's no entertaining entertainment, there's not enough room to play.

Field work returns with the result that if you lose your hand, you can't lose your hand no matter how uncomfortable or hard you feel.

That's not just field work.

Each job is manually diverse and you have to do everything by yourself.

Consequently, we cannot repeat a determined task like that of a professional system, which reduces efficiency.

A few festivals and holidays a year that can be a good reason to leave work would be a special day without any expense.

Things to play with in a short time - let me tell you something about Othello, Agee thought.

- I didn't even think that would be a source of disturbance later on, at this time.

Before the start of the festival was announced, the liquor was distributed.

It's barley wine.

To warm the cold body, or the barley was warm.

When Age receives the booze, she passes it to the next door.

The cup, made by rolling through the trees, has a soft warmth even under the winter sky.

Herbs are used as well as wheat incense when included in the mouth. It was refreshing on the palate, easy to drink, and the body seemed to warm from the core.

After drinking for a while, pokapoka and warmth are transmitted all over the body from the stomach.

People in the snow country are resistant to alcohol. You won't be able to help but drink.

"It's about to start."

"Is it time now? Mr. Adele."

Looking next door, there was Adele, who looked very pretty.

It would be the finest garment in the whole village for use in divinity. Cared for more than the village chief's clothes.

It had no feathers and was a smooth fabric.

That's bleached white, and now it's dyed red at sunset.

He also had makeup on his face, which showed a more beautiful face.

Adele snorted deeply at Age's words.

"That was your first time, Mr. Age. I offer offerings to the goddess of abundance on the altar."

"I hear it's a cow to offer."

"We will also dedicate ancient cows who played a role in the village, and then we will also dedicate women's bracelets, and the symbol of the field tools,"

Bracelets and bamboos are eventually dedicated to the swamp and swallowed.

I feel a little wasted for the person who made the violin, but I know how it feels because Age also grew up at an early age in a family that called for the god during the violin festival.

And the responsibility for this event too.

"You're going to represent the village, you're a big player."

"Because it was decided from a small age. And it's something no one else can do. It's an honor."

"Beautiful and calm. Perfect job for Mr. Adele."

"Oh, you're good. You know what? I was always compared to Tania and the most beautiful woman in the village."

"So?

"Can you tell Tania that Age wants her hands to be bright?"

"Hey, hey!?

"I'm just kidding."

Damn, we're too bad for a joke.

What would Mr. Tania be going to do if he meant it?

Or perhaps I mean it. I really want it to stop.

I'm sorry for the serious look on Age's face, laughing, and apologizing. Even for one of its movements, Tania and I have another hua.

"The ritual itself will soon be over. All you have to do is dance, song, cook, and make a scene already, so please enjoy the first Toyota Festival in the village."

With a confident look, Adele left the scene with a token of gratitude.

As Age gazes at the blur and afterwards, she feels signs of closing in next door.

Turn around, a little.

Fernando, blushing with alcohol, was staring.

"I'm not using my eyes on my wife."

"No! Or are you being betrayed while saying you've been caged or something?

"Ooh... Don't remind me of anything I don't like. My shin is starting to hurt again."

Fernando suddenly got angry and held his tibia down, wondering if he'd turned blue.

I don't know in the shadows of thin darkness, but it's probably swollen.

You're completely laid on your ass.

I don't want to imagine what it was like in my eyes.

On the other hand of a polite waist, it seems to my husband to have a tight personality similar to his face.

"Alcohol makes you hurt more, doesn't it?

"I wouldn't be able to drink a lot other than on a day like this."

"I won't know if you suffer later."

"What do you know about me?"

"Sounds like every other HR."

"Tomorrow I will be different from what I am today. Tomorrow's suffering can be tasted tomorrow. And tomorrow's fun can be savored now."

"And tomorrow all we have to do is suffer"

I guess I can do it early.

Tilt a glass of gougy and barley wine and he leaves the spot looking for a replacement.

Being alone again, Age looks around again and looks for his wife.

The lack of Tania is that she still has a cooking number?

I'm a little lonely to wait alone for the start on a day like this.

Eventually the sky turned from red to blue, and when the night book came down in the square, the bonfire began to burn.

Make a sound with the patsy, the wooden skin plays, and the firepowder dances slightly.

The top of the stage was brightly illuminated in the midst of the night darkness.

Until then, the air that had been bothering me stuck quietly in an instant.

Even worms and beasts seemed to lurk their breath.

From somewhere, the sound of the scepter "Shinji" rang. At the same time, the sound of a drum sounds.

Shan, if you ring, you'll see a woman in the dark.

Adele walks from the side of the square to the altar with her cane in one hand.

Every time I walk, a sober noise rings, and the figure of a woman continues behind Adele.

Bona, the mayor of the village, Jane, the summariser of the women, and Tania, have an offering in their hands.

It shouldn't make sense.

Behind it was Mike and Filippo, holding a big cow.

Standing on the altar, the offerings were arranged.

The silence continues.

Even the kind of men who had lost their identity with deep liquor until then don't slap one light mouth.

Everyone shut their mouths and waited for a sacred moment.

A festival is a sacrifice - it is also when you serve God.

People seriously believe in God.

"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."

Adele knelt down and bowed her head. The representatives of the village sitting side by side behind them bow their heads in the same way.

It was huge and the bonfire flames were blown.

An iron rod cut the wind and swung it down.

The frowning of the bumped cow sinks, and after a brief scream, it instantly dies.

The cow is knocked down to the side and handled accurately and quickly.

Amazing trick, early work.

Eventually the liver and heart heart, where the soul of the ox was supposedly to dwell, were removed and served on a plate.