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Kino no Tabi:Volume10 Frontispiece2

2009-07-26T00:06:44Z

Shuijie: Corrected erroneous lines.

Tii’s Wish

— Get Real! —

My name is Riku. I am a dog.

I have long, fluffy white fur. I always look like I’m smiling, but it does not necessarily mean that I am. I was just born that way.

Lord Shizu is my master. He is a young man who always wears a green sweater, lost his hometown in some complicated way, and is currently traveling via buggy.

Our companion is Tea. She is a quiet girl who is fond of hand grenades, lost her hometown in some complicated way, and became a part of us.

We emerged through a field of waving summer grass, and by the time we got to the country, they were holding festivities.

It was an annual celebration for the harvest, so the people there were excited. Lord Shizu went off to find some sort of town hall to get permission to stay and see if the place met his qualifications for permanent residence. Aside that, it was merrymaking as far as the eye could see.

Tii and I walked on the main street. There was a drawing of a figure on a huge brick building on whose body were pasted many metal sheets, making it a plate of armor. Each sheet had writing in charcoal.

We listened to the people talk and managed to gather that they wrote their wish on these sheets. Putting up the wish during the festival would make it come true, it seemed.

Looking up, there were hopes from—

“I hope I get a raise,” “I hope my crops flourish next year, too,” “I hope my grades improve,”

—to—

“I wish for good health for my family,” “I wish for a healthy baby,” “I hope he loves me, too.”

Etc., etc. They were all modest yet selfish wishes.

“Well, now—travelers? Here’s a sheet. Write a wish.”

Lord Shizu passed off that privilege to Tii. I suggested that he wish to find a country that would accept us, but—

“I'd rather act than wish.”

So he said, leaving Tii and me here to find someone who could tell him about immigration in this country.

“……”

Charcoal and metal sheet in her hands, I explained to a blank Tii that she was to use them to write a wish. Then I asked if she could write.

“……”

Silent, she began writing. I suppose that was my answer.

Gripping the charcoal, Tii wrote her wish in splendid letters:

“I hope everyone’s wish comes true.”

I was genuinely shocked. It was the most excellent thing I had ever seen out of her.

“……”

The silent Tii handed the sheet over to a countryman.

“Ohh, this is marvelous!”

The middle-aged man smiled broadly and handed it to the person in charge of mounting them. He too commented the same and began climbing the ladder.

Tii’s wish is pasted up and it becomes another scale in the armor.

I looked up and Tii and said, “That was a very kind and wonderful wish, but what was the reason for it? Could you tell me?”

I thought that she would say nothing, but then she dropped her gaze to mine and replied.

“Because it will not work anyway.”

Lord Shizu returned. It seemed immigration was not possible.

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-06-22T20:26:38Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */ Finished the frontispiece. Taking chapter 3.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1 - NorbJunior
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 12===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Frontispiece4
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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Kino no Tabi:Volume11 Chapter3

2009-05-17T23:29:31Z

Shuijie: Grammar fixes and restored a chunk that I accidentally overwrote.

The Land of Ajin Daa and Iel Daa and Patsu-e Daa and Aghe Daa and Zex Daa and Zezeh Daa and Eque Daa and Cain Daa and Ceble Daa and Namee Daa and Nimiji Daa and Nonoe Daa and Hakim Daa and Hatto Daa and Hareha Daa and Himire Daa and Mijin Daa and Mimiru Daa and Yagie Daa and Joseph Daa and Lolon Daa and Roele Daa and Pretty Moo and Puree Moo and Pawhate Moo and Yem Moo and Sevoo Moo and Dadan Moo and Diane Moo and Namire Moo and Neway Moo and Nozam Moo and Heart Moo and Hammer Moo and Mion Moo and Movie Moo and Yafa Moo and José Moo and Laennu Moo and Lalan Moo and Lilin Moo and Lilly Moo and Rend Moo and Royui Moo and Warts Moo and Waji Moo and Tosenu Zei and Utoe Zei and Kemire Zei and Sapou Zei and Suren Zei and Sooreh Zei and Soleb Zei and Niyaei Zei and Niniji Zei and Noren Zei and Nogure Zei and Baare Zei and Hejimi Zei and Hotoe Zei and Homer Zei and Mienu Zei and Mia Zei amd Muffy Zei and Mojie Zei and Linda Zei and Riie Zei and Benole Doe and Cots Doe and Kachio Doe and Kumuni Doe and Sapoe Doe and Subure Doe and Takeu Doe and Taata Doe and Toyme Doe and Touma Doe and Nack Doe and Nefa Doe and Nozan Doe and Nomiru Doe and Hobzi Doe and Meena Doe and Mobley Doe and Yohweh Doe and Link Doe and List Doe and Lule Doe and Luai Doe and Lemea Doe and Rojie Doe and Wacko Doe and Wacky Doe and Mimini Roo and Totetsu Roo and Karei Roo and Umimu Roo and Ereni Roo and Sabere Roo and Suzey Roo and Soap Roo and Dante Roo and Toll Roo and Nawdge Roo and Nemumi Roo and Bazil Roo and Hijibi Roo and Bouno Roo and Mamie Roo and Mabio Roo and Magare Roo and Megano Roo and Moiz Roo and Yoad Roo and Lilis Roo and Wood Goo and Otto Goo and Sonure Goo and Soae Goo and Taaa Goo and Neaka Goo and Hibini Goo and Homue Goo and Mox Goo and Mart Goo and Meemi Goo and Muei Goo and Meime Goo and Rufy Goo and Lett Goo and Ka-chin Soo and Emidzu Soo and Omiz Soo and Komise Soo and Code Suu and Slet Soo and Taleb Soo and Chijie Soo and Nazae Soo and Neoi Soo and Fweoo Soo and Bohma Soo and Deron Soo and Mooch Soo and Memiru Soo and Model Soo and Yomei Soo and Raara Soo and Lelet Soo and Waoji Soo and Kimaa Soo and Emize Yoo and Orote Yoo and Ozere Yoo and Sametsu Yoo and Soob Yoo and Soie Yoo Chimui Yoo and Torenu Yoo and Nazem Yoo and Narere Yoo and Hajin Yoo and Fu-fu Yoo and Hoy Yoo and Majin Yoo and Muau Yoo and Sayan Yoo and Modd Yoo and Rean Yuu and Buyme Aa and Mirei Aa and Orega Aa and Kion Aa and Keeze Aa and Kitaze Aa and Kuree Aa and Sawyou Aa and Shiogu Aa and Sefumi Aa and Soshimu Aa and Takui Aa and Dummy Aa and Chitami Aa and Teraa Aa and Naare Aa and Nuae Aa and Noway Aa and Foome Aa and Hegyy Aa and Hett Aa and Hotai Aa and Mapuo Aa and Mukyu Aa and Mezuru Aa and Mazuru Aa and Mokio Aa and Moork Aa and Yuiki Aa and Yoju Aa and Raoi Aa and Rimie Aa and Ryoki Aa and Ruuze Aa and Rujie Aa and Reira Aa and Reran Aa and Watt Aa and Wakim Aa and Ageze Oah and Yoki Oah and Shiami Oah and Semure Oah and Tayune Oah and Seou Oah and Sobuo Oah and Sorere Oah and Chiei Oah and Doren Oah and Neere Oah and Nuoki Oah and Neboo Oah and Bajee Oah and Nesuto Oah and Hamel Oah and Fubire Oah and Heyaa Oah and Heren Oah and Minami Oah and Mujina Oah and Moue Oah and Yoja Oah and Ryuk Oah and Ruve Oah and Rote Oah and Rukusu Oah and Olga Oah and Waren Oah and Watasu Oah and Umizu Oah and Bufumi Oah and Saeo Tsoo and Ieji Tsoo and Uzue Tsoo and Soyui Tsoo and Tsuie Tsoo and Dodo Tsoo and Nikoji Tsoo and Heat Tsoo and Yaeji Tsoo and Mirai Tsoo and Rimaa Tsoo and Minai Tsoo and Waamu Tsoo and Dagatsu Behh and Grey Behh and Ku-nu Behh and Ijio Behh and Seruru Behh and Tabure Behh and Toots Behh and Newt Behh and Nuzei Behh and Haah Behh and Heae Behh and Mazeeh Behh and Matt Behh and Rayuo Behh and Rigan Behh and Rojia Behh and Warz Behh and Sageru Foo and Kobaze Foo and Samere Foo and Seau Foo and Tamiu Foo and Furen Foo and Mibure Foo and Raeo Fuu and Loju Foo and Lost Foo and Wadge Foo and Bimit Kei and Save Kei and Darea Kei and Tsubuni Kei and Nebure Kei and Bart Kei and Babae Kei and Hodge Kei and Hoboo Kei and Bojin Kei and Maero Kei and Makina Kei and Migia Kei and Wafa Kei and Maze Kei and Mett Kei and Meimi Kei and Yumere Kei and Todd Kei and Rajif Kei and Ranzo Kei and Luan Kei and Russo Kei and Waff Kei and Migue Kaa and Kezemi Kaa and Danre Kaa and Dzujimi Kaa and Nemibi Kaa and Netra Kaa and Bajimu Kaa and Fozo Kaa and Holm Kaa and Hobzi Kaa and Mugae Kaa and Yumea Kaa and Ruum Kaa and Leamu Kaa and Wamji Kaa and Wazowa Kaa and Hamire Kaa and Nouno Kaa and Shachi Kaa and Karenu Ehh and Collets Ehh and Seren Ehh and Soren Ehh and Dzuaa Ehh and Nanae Ehh and Nuzeto Ehh and Hojee Ehh and Hogoni Ehh and Chachi Ehh and Memee Ehh and Mogii Ehh and Yujin Ehh and Ladd Ehh and Liinu Ehh and Rolan Ehh and Amaru Taa and Cassius Taa and Kiano Taa and Kohle Taa and Kohlen Taa and Ijimu Taa and Sazete Taa and Tatami Taa and Chijiru Taa and Teite Taa and Nibure Taa and Negami Taa and Nate Taa and Haazo Taa and Bobby Taa and Maama Taa and Emmy Taa and Yize Taa and Lofa Taa and Wasel Taa and Ward Taa and Wakio Taa and Web Key and Iini Key and Kaats Key and Baneme Key and Batro Key and Ero Key and Konre Key and Kone Key and Sheet Key and Sozzo Key and Tarets Key and Chizuru Key and Van Key and Teton Key and Tomoo Key and Hamim Key and Marze Key and Marin Key and Mufs Key and Mijika Key and Pho Key and Fin Key and Hotou Key and Magae Key and Rajin Key and Ranji Key and Rageru Key and Reem Key and Rikue Key and Ruden Key and Roato Key and Waaku Key and Wareb Key and Roton Key and Migumi Jee and Memeto Jee and Meren Jee and Ipumu Jee and Otomu Jee and Karen Jee and Korin Jee and Sanre Jee and Sand Jee and Shiee Jee and Shiera Jee and Soora Jee and Sukou Jee and Sonye Jee and Temib Jee and Tomas Jee and Nukio Jee and Note Jee and Hajire Jee and Photeh Jee and Hobuyu Jee and Muju Jee and Mugaa Jee and Majina Jee and Mofa Jee and Moaf Jee and Yaana Jee and Yakoji Jee and Yuuno Jee and and Yueba Jee and Yuyue Jee and Yoenu Jee and Yohimu Jee and Ragumi Jee and and Rimidzu Jee and Rupal Jee and Wanre Jee and Anzo Yaa and Kamue Yaa and Coats Yaa and Spats Yaa and Zion Yaa and Derenu Yaa and Garen Yaa and Kugeze Yaa and Kody Yaa and Umea Yaa and Sagan Yaa and Shibua Yaa and Taata Yaa and Toile Yaa and Ninie Yaa and Nekou Yaa and Nomue Yaa and Hajito Yaa and Foji Yaa and Maei Yaa and Muiji Yaa and Mugan Yaa and Mujin Yaa and Mejina Yaa and Meil Yaa and Mode Yaa and Yojin Yaa and Yott Yaa and Raffy Yaa and Rurue Yaa and Rubal Yaa and Rowon Yaa and Wakofu Yaa
— With You —

A car ran on as it brushed the blue-green sea.

Small, yellow, and rundown, ready to fall apart at any moment; the fact that it was still running was a miracle.

Luggage packed the back seat, and additional fuel cans on the roof and rear carrier, clunked together noisily.

The car hobbled on the border of the beach and the blue sea, tires treading the fairly damp sand.

Ahead, the right hand was earth and the left the sea.

The sea was calm and the white edges of waves piled upon one another, breaking and receding on the shore.

The long stretch of shoal led on to the desert. Though a desert, it was not sandy but rather a space of rocks and hard earth that stretched to the horizon. No mountains, no greens.

There was not a cloud in the sky, and the white sun at its zenith shone radiantly.

It shone radiantly, but this was the middle of winter, so it hardly contributed to the temperature very much. Only a comfortable wind blew from shore to sea.

In the driver seat, a woman with long black hair of unknown age gripped the handle. She wore a white shirt and a black jacket of high quality. On her thigh, there was a large caliber revolver in its holster.

On the left passenger seat stood a man. Hair of light brown, short-sleeved jacket, handsome and on the short side. On his left leg, a Persuader with a square barrel could be seen in its holster. (Note: A Persuader is a firearm; in this case, it is a pistol.)

Half of the man stuck out of the sunroof as he held binoculars to his eyes, inspecting the way ahead. Direction: South.

And then,

“I see it! We’re almost there! Ahh, wow, that took a while. How boring it was.”

So saying happily, the man thumped down in his seat.

Very soon, a diminutive island revealed itself through the windshield.

It was a green island.

This island was linked to the shore, located on the straight coast of some hundred meters, the round little island was linked by shore and sand.

“I see, an island connected to the mainland via tombolo. The surrounding sand formed a beach around the island.”

The woman in the driver’s seat said nonchalantly.

The main in the passenger’s seat looked at her from the side.

“Quite knowledgeable, aren’t you, Master? It’s the first I’ve ever heard you say anything of the kind.”

“It’s the sort of thing that wouldn’t bother anyone whether you remember it or not, that’s why.”

“Well, certainly… But, now I remember it. ‘Tombolo.’ I won’t forget. Though I can’t tell when I’d apply the knowledge next.”

“Then I’ll supplement that. The part that stretches out into the sea is called a spit, and the part that connects to the island and the opposite shore is a sandbar.”

“Wow. —Would that happen to be on the test?”

“Who knows. Do you still intend to go to school?”

“Not at all. Besides, when I was a kid, I was quite the stellar student. Full marks on all tests. Though I was a prodigy with a promising future.”

“……”

“Aren’t you going to ask ‘why’s that?’”

“Why’s that?”

“I forgot. I have a habit of forgetting things that don’t much matter.”

While this silly talk was carrying on, the car neared the island.

The island was incredibly round, packed with mountains, and entirely covered with water and plants.

From the sky, the island would look like a lone green dot.

And, it showed proof of human settlement.

The houses on the slopes were buried into the trees, and a number of wooden boats floated by the rocks onshore. There also appeared to be storage houses.

The walls were located by the sandbank where people placed rocks to block vehicle entry.

“Come now, no one’d ever think of attacking a place so remote.”

So said the man.

Now when the car approached the shore at the foot of the island, it started curving towards the bridge of clumped sand—that is, to the left.

As they advanced on the sandy bridge, the green mountain began to tug up more and more. As small as it looked far away, close up, it was actually quite huge. Diameter: about two kilometers.

Evergreens overgrew the island and birds flew high overhead.

Ahead of the sandbank, the ground flattened out near the rocks and several erected houses were visible. The residents appeared to total some teens of people.

They wore articles called short sleeves and shorts—that sort of simple clothing. They looked curiously at the oncoming car. Smiles adorned their suntanned faces.

As the car approached the stone wall, several middle-aged men, barehanded, approached the vehicle.

The lady and man descended the car and began exchanging greetings with the people. Then they sought permission for entry.

The residents happily welcomed the travelers, since a year had passed without any visitors.

It was not possible to enter the country—that is, the island—as they were, so the car was left at the walls. The man took the two bags and entered the walls.

Then,

“Hm…?”

He noticed some letters inscribed on a stone.

The faces were sanded smoothly. Each rock seemed of considerable weight, and across the surface spanned many letters and numbers, astonishingly neat. Rather than carved, the characters looked fresh out of a book.

The man stopped in his tracks and the woman likewise cast over her eyes.

“…well, not that I can read these, but what are these characters?”

When the male traveler asked a countryman, the latter replied with a smile.

“That here is the name of our country.”

“Name? —so then, this long string is all of it?”

“Yes. All of the characters written there make up our country’s name. It’s carved in properly using our ancient written language.”

The traveler was speechless for a while.

“That’s long.”

Once he said so,

“Yes, it’s long,”

The countryman smiled.

The female traveler glanced at the man who held the luggage. He continued,

“Why is it so long, if I may ask?”

The countryman responded, still smiling.

“We do not know, either. But, it’s the name.”

And he pointed to another rock. It was smaller, right next to the long, long country name, which also had an engraving. This one, however, was short.

“Aah, I can read that one.”

It had a number. Only reading “1,004.”

“That’s the population in our country now. When there is a change, a new number is inscribed on a new rock.”

So the countryman said.

And so, the pair who got on shore was guided to the largest wooden building in the vicinity labeled “Public Hall.”

There, they received a very grand welcome. It was a dinner with the guides (who were all adults).

Over half of the 1,004 people who were not present got into a great fuss, pushing each other aside to get a glimpse of the travelers. Once men and women of all ages gathered, they popped their faces by turn through the hall’s window.

The lady always kept her cool, and the man at times smiled and waved, winked at the younger ladies, and responded to the residents’ queries.

The elder came out to greet them, a dinner of fish and chicken.

It definitely was not a high-class sort of meal, but the pair knew well how this poor country was already scraping by on their limited resources, so they thanked them politely and dug in.

There, they were asked about the state of nearby nations and replied sincerely.

There was no empire planning to attack, nor some deadly epidemic that hadn’t struck them yet. The people were relieved.

After dinner, the guides attended to the guests. They will walk the island—essentially, the country. Shuffling behind, the leisurely residents began maintaining their distance.

The entire island was mountainous, so every path was sloped. Narrow roads wound about the island and all wooden houses were modified to them.

The forest was thick, abundant in greens. Birds called excitedly. The early afternoon was very tranquil.

Upon ascending the mountain, located on the summit—the highest place in the country—was a pool brimming with beautifully clear water. Like the crater of a volcano, there were depressions in the ground where the water could collect.

It was a pond meant to accumulate water during the rainy reason for half the year. Which meant someone cleared away part of the mountain and labored to dig a deep hole long, long ago.

Once they learned that this water jug was the sustenance of 1,004 people,

“That’s terrible. Whatever I do, I’d better not fall.”

The male traveler joked and made them laugh, then moved away from the water’s edge.

The tour of the island ended and the two returned to the public hall. They sat on the bench prepared for them and took some hot tea.

The sky gradually turned to madder red and reddened the desert earth.

The guide warned the clusters of surrounding people not to push, and so it ended up that they clustered about the travelers a distance away.

“Feels like being a star. Even though we’ll be leaving tomorrow. I wonder if they’ll remember us.”

So said the male traveler.

And then with a preface of Oh, come to think of it,

“Now that I recall, this country’s name is very long, isn’t it? Isn’t it troublesome to remember?”

“No. Everyone remembers it easily, sir. And we’ll never forget it,” one of the guides smiled. We’ll prove it to you, he said, and from the crowd,

“Miss White Fish Lover. If you please, come here.”

He called up a girl.

The male traveler tipped his head slightly at the name.

The girl named “Miss White Fish Lover,” about eight years old, leapt happily out from the line, and halted before the travelers and the guide seated on the bench.

“Good afternoon, Mister Traveler. Welcome to our country!”

The pair said thank you to the smiling girl.

The guide gently asked the girl,

“Miss White Fish Lover, can you recite the name?”

The girl briskly and happily replied.

“Of course! There’s no one here who can’t do it!”

“These two travelers aren’t native here, so they can’t read the letters on that stone. So, Miss
White Fish Lover, could you recite it for them?”

“Yes! It’s a simple service to render!”

And then the girl sucked in a breath, as if before a recital.

“I am going to say the name. This is the country of Ajin Daa and Iel Daa and Patsu-e Daa and Aghe Daa and Zex Daa and Zezeh Daa and Eque Daa and Cain Daa and Ceble Daa and Namee Daa and Nimiji Daa and Nonoe Daa and Hakim Daa and Hatto Daa and Hareha Daa and Himire Daa and Mijin Daa and Mimiru Daa and Yagie Daa and Joseph Daa and Lolon Daa and Roele Daa and Pretty Moo and—”

As he watched this girl who ran it off so fluently, matched with an equally smooth enumeration,

“Wow.”

Some of the male traveler’s surprise escaped his lips.

The female traveler watched the girl’s face quietly.

As the girl took a short breather, she continued on with the name.

“—Puree Moo and Pawhate Moo and Yem Moo and Sevoo Moo and Dadan Moo and Diane Moo and Namire Moo and Neway Moo and Nozam Moo and Heart Moo and Hammer Moo and Mion Moo and Movie Moo and Yafa Moo and José Moo and Laennu Moo and Lalan Moo and Lilin Moo and Lilly Moo and Rend Moo and Royui Moo and Warts Moo and Waji Moo and Tosenu Zei and Utoe Zei and Kemire Zei and Sapou Zei and Suren Zei and Sooreh Zei and Soleb Zei and Niyaei Zei and Niniji Zei and Noren Zei and Nogure Zei and Baare Zei and Hejimi Zei and Hotoe Zei and Homer Zei and Mienu Zei and Mia Zei amd Muffy Zei and Mojie Zei and Linda Zei and Riie Zei and Benole Doe and Cots Doe and Kachio Doe and Kumuni Doe and Sapoe Doe and Subure Doe and Takeu Doe and Taata Doe and Toyme Doe and Touma Doe and Nack Doe and Nefa Doe and Nozan Doe and Nomiru Doe and Hobzi Doe and Meena Doe and Mobley Doe and Yohweh Doe and Link Doe and List Doe and Lule Doe and Luai Doe and Lemea Doe and Rojie Doe and Wacko Doe and—”

“Hm…”

Around there, the male traveler noticed something.

Behind the girl, the other citizens were moving their mouths, matched word-for-word to the girl’s incantation.

That meant they had said it all this time without missing a word.

Amazing, the traveler mouthed.

And the name still went on.

“—Wacky Doe and Mimini Roo and Totetsu Roo and Karei Roo and Umimu Roo and Ereni Roo and Sabere Roo and Suzey Roo and Soap Roo and Dante Roo and Toll Roo and Nawdge Roo and Nemumi Roo and Bazil Roo and Hijibi Roo and Bouno Roo and Mamie Roo and Mabio Roo and Magare Roo and Megano Roo and Moiz Roo and Yoad Roo and Lilis Roo and Wood Goo and Otto Goo and Sonure Goo and Soae Goo and Taaa Goo and Neaka Goo and Hibini Goo and Homue Goo and Mox Goo and Mart Goo and Meemi Goo and Muei Goo and Meime Goo and Rufy Goo and Lett Goo and Ka-chin Soo and Emidzu Soo and Omiz Soo and Komise Soo and Code Suu and Slet Soo and Taleb Soo and Chijie Soo and Nazae Soo and Neoi Soo and Fweoo Soo and Bohma Soo and Deron Soo and Mooch Soo and Memiru Soo and Model Soo and Yomei Soo and Raara Soo and Lelet Soo and Waoji Soo and Kimaa Soo and Emize Yoo and Orote Yoo and Ozere Yoo and Sametsu Yoo and Soob Yoo and Soie Yoo Chimui Yoo and Torenu Yoo and Nazem Yoo and Narere Yoo and Hajin Yoo and Fu-fu Yoo and Hoy Yoo and Majin Yoo and Muau Yoo and Sayan Yoo and Modd Yoo and Rean Yuu and Buyme Aa and Mirei Aa and Orega Aa and Kion Aa and Keeze Aa and Kitaze Aa and Kuree Aa and Sawyou Aa and Shiogu Aa and Sefumi Aa and Soshimu Aa and Takui Aa and Dummy Aa and Chitami Aa and Teraa Aa and Naare Aa and Nuae Aa and Noway Aa and Foome Aa and Hegyy Aa and Hett Aa and Hotai Aa and Mapuo Aa and Mukyu Aa and Mezuru Aa and Mazuru Aa and Mokio Aa and Moork Aa and Yuiki Aa and Yoju Aa and Raoi Aa and Rimie Aa and Ryoki Aa and Ruuze Aa and Rujie Aa and Reira Aa and Reran Aa and Watt Aa and Wakim Aa and Ageze Oah and Yoki Oah and Shiami Oah and Semure Oah and Tayune Oah and Seou Oah and Sobuo Oah and Sorere Oah and Chiei Oah and Doren Oah and Neere Oah and Nuoki Oah and Neboo Oah and Bajee Oah and Nesuto Oah and Hamel Oah and Fubire Oah and Heyaa Oah and Heren Oah and Minami Oah and Mujina Oah and Moue Oah and Yoja Oah and Ryuk Oah and—”

Around here, even the male traveler who was incredibly impressed at first became exceedingly bored.

As he expressed admiration for the girl and the people behind her silently moving their mouths,

“……”

The man quietly, with indescribable expression, glanced at his neighbor.

The female traveler had her eyes fastened on the girl.

So he also returned his sight to the girl.

Her voice—yes, it still continued.

“—Ruve Oah and Rote Oah and Rukusu Oah and Olga Oah and Waren Oah and Watasu Oah and Umizu Oah and Bufumi Oah and Saeo Tsoo and Ieji Tsoo and Uzue Tsoo and Soyui Tsoo and Tsuie Tsoo and Dodo Tsoo and Nikoji Tsoo and Heat Tsoo and Yaeji Tsoo and Mirai Tsoo and Rimaa Tsoo and Minai Tsoo and Waamu Tsoo and Dagatsu Behh and Grey Behh and Ku-nu Behh and Ijio Behh and Seruru Behh and Tabure Behh and Toots Behh and Newt Behh and Nuzei Behh and Haah Behh and Heae Behh and Mazeeh Behh and Matt Behh and Rayuo Behh and Rigan Behh and Rojia Behh and Warz Behh and Sageru Foo and Kobaze Foo and Samere Foo and Seau Foo and Tamiu Foo and Furen Foo and Mibure Foo and Raeo Fuu and—”
When it got to this point, the male traveler began to think of something else.
He thought, When was the last time I calibrated the alignment laser on this Persuader? After puzzling, he remembered somehow, and then, I guess it was a while back so should I do it now?
“—Loju Foo and Lost Foo and Wadge Foo and Bimit Kei and Save Kei and Darea Kei and Tsubuni Kei and Nebure Kei and Bart Kei and Babae Kei and Hodge Kei and Hoboo Kei and Bojin Kei and Maero Kei and Makina Kei and Migia Kei and Wafa Kei and Maze Kei and Mett Kei and Meimi Kei and Yumere Kei and Todd Kei and Rajif Kei and Ranzo Kei and Luan Kei and Russo Kei and Waff Kei and Migue Kaa and Kezemi Kaa and Danre Kaa and Dzujimi Kaa and Nemibi Kaa and Netra Kaa and Bajimu Kaa and Fozo Kaa and Holm Kaa and Hobzi Kaa and Mugae Kaa and Yumea Kaa and Ruum Kaa and Leamu Kaa and Wamji Kaa and Wazowa Kaa and Hamire Kaa and Nouno Kaa and Shachi Kaa and Karenu Ehh and Collets Ehh and Seren Ehh and Soren Ehh and Dzuaa Ehh and Nanae Ehh and Nuzeto Ehh and Hojee Ehh and Hogoni Ehh and Chachi Ehh and Memee Ehh and Mogii Ehh and Yujin Ehh and Ladd Ehh and Liinu Ehh and—”

The country name went on.

At this time, the male traveler thought about the silencing bullets he acquired from the previous country.

The gunpowder for firing the shot was in a small iron bag, and supposedly, the explosion would expand inside and be enough to propel the bullet, thus no sound from the discharge. The idea, at least, was unique.

I bought it ‘cause it seemed interesting, but the firepower was weak when I tried it out, so when would I be able to use it? the man wondered.

“—Rolan Ehh and Amaru Taa and Cassius Taa and Kiano Taa and Kohle Taa and Kohlen Taa and Ijimu Taa and Sazete Taa and Tatami Taa and Chijiru Taa and Teite Taa and Nibure Taa and Negami Taa and Nate Taa and Haazo Taa and Bobby Taa and Maama Taa and Emmy Taa and Yize Taa and Lofa Taa and Wasel Taa and Ward Taa and Wakio Taa and Web Key and Iini Key and Kaats Key and Baneme Key and Batro Key and Ero Key and Konre Key and Kone Key and Sheet Key and Sozzo Key and Tarets Key and Chizuru Key and Van Key and Teton Key and Tomoo Key and Hamim Key and Marze Key and Marin Key and Mufs Key and Mijika Key and Pho Key and Fin Key and Hotou Key and Magae Key and Rajin Key and Ranji Key and Rageru Key and Reem Key and Rikue Key and Ruden Key and Roato Key and Waaku Key and Wareb Key and Roton Key and Migumi Jee and Memeto Jee and Meren Jee and Ipumu Jee and Otomu Jee and Karen Jee and Korin Jee and Sanre Jee and Sand Jee and Shiee Jee and Shiera Jee and Soora Jee and Sukou Jee and Sonye Jee and Temib Jee and Tomas Jee and Nukio Jee and Note Jee and Hajire Jee and—”

Now the male traveler didn’t think of anything.

He had achieved a state of selflessness.

“—Photeh Jee and Hobuyu Jee and Muju Jee and Mugaa Jee and Majina Jee and Mofa Jee and Moaf Jee and Yaana Jee and Yakoji Jee and Yuuno Jee and and Yueba Jee and Yuyue Jee and Yoenu Jee and Yohimu Jee and Ragumi Jee and and Rimidzu Jee and Rupal Jee and Wanre Jee and Anzo Yaa and Kamue Yaa and Coats Yaa and Spats Yaa and Zion Yaa and Derenu Yaa and Garen Yaa and Kugeze Yaa and Kody Yaa and Umea Yaa and Sagan Yaa and Shibua Yaa and Taata Yaa and Toile Yaa and Ninie Yaa and Nekou Yaa and Nomue Yaa and Hajito Yaa and Foji Yaa and Maei Yaa and Muiji Yaa and Mugan Yaa and Mujin Yaa and Mejina Yaa and Meil Yaa and Mode Yaa and Yojin Yaa and Yott Yaa and Raffy Yaa and Rurue Yaa and Rubal Yaa and Rowon Yaa and Wakofu Yaa!”

The girl said it all marvelously.

When she did, the male traveler stood up—

“That was brilliant!”

—and sincerely praised her.

As he hid his relief that it was finally over—

“You remembered all of it! I’m impressed!”

The girl turned a little bashful.

“Oh, ah…it’s normal. Everyone can do it.”

“But still, it’s amazing. The name is astounding enough, but that everyone knows it just blows me away.”

So the man said, and started to fumble in his pockets for something that could serve as a reward for the girl—an empty bullet shell, for instance—but then thought it unjust to treat one person specially above the rest, and set the thought down.

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

So words would have to do.

The guide interjected.

“Good job, Miss White Fish Lover. Let’s go back, now.”

And so the girl bowed her head politely and trotted back to her place. The adults nearby patted her head.

“Quite amazing. I’m impressed.”

The female traveler turned to the guide as she said this.

The guide, a young person in the twenties—

“In our country, we teach them the name as soon as they can speak. If they don’t know it, it would be awkward not to be able to tell whoever asks for it.”

—said this with an air of pride.

In the eventide, the man inquired.

“And you don’t know the history behind the name?”

“Yes, we don’t. But, it’s comprised of our names. That will never change and we will be remembering it forever.”

This time, the woman opened her mouth.

“The girl earlier who was called Miss White Fish Lover —that is a nickname, isn’t it? It seems that you always hide your real name and go by aliases here.”

“Yes, we do. Well-deduced! I was wondering for a moment if I’d have to explain that.”

“There was another country I visited that had done the same thing.”

“Oh, so there are others! I’m relieved—I thought we were the only ones who did this. That’s wonderful to hear!”

So the guide said happily.

For a time afterwards, the people thought of nicknames for the two travelers for the duration of their stay.

Then when everyone argued back and forth over this and that—

In the end, the woman was “The Miss with Flowing Black Hair,” and the man, “Mister Luggage Carrier.”

“The Miss with Flowing Black Hair” and “Mister Luggage Carrier” stayed in the only guest house that night.

The next morning, they thanked their hosts for the fresh fish.

And some time past noon,

“Thank you very much. We’re grateful for the warm welcome and will be leaving now.”

“Thanks, everyone. This was a very wonderful country. —The name’s a tad difficult for me to remember, so what about ‘The Green Island’? —Well, then.”

The male and female travelers left the country with the long, long name.

And not soon after they departed.

Specifically, across the northern horizons, when the mountains fell away from view.

“Oh? —Someone’s there.”

The man in the driver’s seat lessened the accelerator.

The car that wasn’t going fast to begin with gradually dropped speed and stopped off to the side.

Other than a man in his mid-twenties, in a world only bound by the water line and earth line, there was nothing.

He wore a green jacket, and at his hip hung a 45-caliber automatic Persuader. He looked more like a traveler than a countryman of any kind.

Something that looked like his travel luggage, a dirty rucksack, lay by his feet.

That man was a little surprised, but he watched the car and a smile that showed no hostility spread across his face.

“Why would someone be out here?”

As the male traveler stated this, he laid his fingers on the Persuader on his left thigh.

The woman stated accurately,

“By boat, it seems. By the shore, are some burnt remains.”

He looked at that shore and certainly, there were the charred remnants of a small boat. It seemed that sand was thrown over the pile, but the wood cinders, a small abandoned engine, fuel tank, and more were fairly visible.

“That’s not possible…”

This, the male traveler whispered.

Basically, this man before them took his only means of transportation and abandoned it of his own will. Especially in this sort of place, such an action would weigh heavily on one’s life.

Still stunned at this strange action, the male traveler slowly alighted the car without surrendering caution, but did begin speaking in a cordial manner.

“Hello. Fancy meeting someone here.”

“Hello, traveler. I’m surprised, myself.”

The green-jacketed man thus returned, and—

“Don’t worry. I do have my reason for doing that. I won’t make any trouble for you. After all, I didn’t think I’d meet anyone here.”

—he cut to the chase as he eyed the boat cinders.

“This simplifies matters.”

The woman too alighted. The man in the green jacket said,

“May I ask a question?”

“Anything. I imagine it pertains to that country.”

At this sudden response,

“Simplifies matters, indeed.”

The man, deeply impressed, threw out his question.

“I believe you two just came from the country. So how did you find it? A peaceful coastline island, with about a thousand people, living a poor but nevertheless leisurely, peaceful, and happy life?”

The male traveler looked at the female,

“Yes, precisely. You know quite well.”

Upon which,

“Hahah!”

The green-jacketed man smirked, the sort that sounded like a scoff with a tinge of anger.

“I believe you’re heading over there—”

The man took up her words.

“I’m heading over, alright. Though on foot from here on. I’ll probably get there by nightfall.
Right on schedule.”

Destroying his own vehicle, close to night. The man’s words were definitely strange.

“What do you intend to do there?”

This, the woman inquired.

The man in green said honestly—very bluntly.

“As for that… —I’m going to massacre them.”

The male traveler said,

“Wow. That’s quite a task.”

In an intentionally joking tone.

The other man loosened his expression and said casually,

“Not at all.” At length, “Did you know that on the summit, there’s a huge water reservoir that
collects all the water from the rainy season? Around this time, that’s their only source of water.
Just one bottle of the poison I got with me and everyone will die.”

So he said. Then he added,

“In practice, using a Persuader to kill a given number of people is more difficult, so I gave up on that.”

The woman agreed. Then,

“Now, ‘why?’”

Asked for the essential reason. The male traveler on the other side of the car, too.

“Yes, I’d very much like to hear.”

The man in the green jacket nodded as he spoke.

“Of course I’ll tell. —It’s for revenge.”

“Revenge against that country?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna get my revenge on them… I believe you don’t know anything I’m about to say. I doubt there’ll be any reason why they would.” At length, “Long, long ago, fifteen years ago. The country exceeded 1500. Do you know what that means?”

When the green-jacketed man pitched that out,

“Pardon?”

The male traveler cocked his head,

“It means they exceeded the carrying capacity.”

As his companion replied instantly.

“Yes. Quite correct.”

“What does he mean, Master?”

He could not follow the dialogue and asked her.

“It means they have too many people on the land. It can barely hold 1000. And for some reason or another, they now have 500 too many,” she replied.

“Oh, I see! My, but that’s trouble…”

The green jacket waited for this to sink in the male traveler, then continued.

“There was some abnormal weather forty years before. Rainfall and fishing were abundant. Every one of those guides were idiots at that time, so they got ahead of themselves and broke the taboo established since the dawn of time that said, ‘The population can’t exceed a thousand and ten.’ Seems they wanted to expand and enrich the country. They wanted to engrave their names in history, I heard… But, if the fishing catch goes down, it’s all over. It’s already over.”

“So then…what happened?”

“What would you think? When they realized they’d have a drought and famine on their hands, those guides f-ing committed suicide. Leaving behind some 1500 people who had no idea what to do.”

“Then what ‘miracle’ happened?”

So the lady asked sarcastically. A savage smile rose on the green jacket’s face.

“Travelers came by… They came.”

They were a group of ten.

Split up in several trucks, came like you did. From the north.

Simply put, they just stopped by as they were moving south. They could very well have just passed us.

Then, when they came, the people flocked around them. They asked, Save us. They complained about their distress.

People were soon going to drop dead in the impending dry season.

Of the 1500, if 1000 live normally, 500 must die. Or else be forced to live year after year with everyone suffering from thirst and hunger.

Anything will do, just give us a solution, they pleaded.

And the leader of the travelers said this.

“Very well. We’ll resolve everything.”

Now, here’s a question. What kind of miracle did they bring?

A wonderful, wonderful, overnight miracle.

Those ten were people of great skill.

Skilled in the art of murder.

Those ten waited for the sun to set. Then set out to kill the residents.

But this was not completely random.

On top of researching name, age, and gender, they completely understood “which 500 to kill while
still maintaining the population balance,” and made sure to kill the entire family so that no orphans or bereaved would remain.

Who knows the actual number killed…but it must’ve been close to 500.

Gunshots of Persuaders rang out all over the country, amidst the crying of birds.

They would break into the home and fire mercilessly, ensuring they got the last breath out of them.

Whomever was not meant to be killed was not killed.

But, those who were meant to be killed wouldn’t know until they were.

Even as the people understood their actions, they continued to shiver in fear.

Then dawn broke and those still alive were informed,

“It’s solved. Now you’ll be able to live.”

And they also said this.

“First, clean up the bodies. Before infection spreads, bury them deep in the shore and as far away as possible. Then forget all about them. Live happy lives without overpopulating.”

With that, the ten left.

Thus the country protected that order and even now, they continue to live in peace.

The End.

To which the male traveler suddenly posed a question.

“Huh…? Then why are you here? You know the story, so you’re clearly one of the survivors, and I
doubt that country yields travelers.”

Though before the inquired could answer, the lady traveler said,

“He must have become the eleventh.”

“Oh…? Oh, I see.”

The male traveler pondered for a moment then suddenly got it. Then,

“Why?”

He again asked the green jacket.

“Luck. Pure luck. —I remember that moment very well. That night, I was ten. They came, and straight
away they killed my father, my mother, my big sister, my two little sisters. Then the leader pointed the Persuader at me and pulled the trigger. Ka-chink! Somehow, no bullet came out.”

“Oh, my… Misfire is rare.”

“Very. I knew how much of a miracle it’d be if I learned how to shoot a Persuader. —The leader asked me, ‘Do you want to live?’ Even though I was soaked in my family’s blood, I answered, ‘I do. Take me with you.’ The taste of metal in my mouth. The incessant ringing in my ears. That’s how I became one of them—how I left my hometown hidden in their truck.”

“I see, I see.”

“Consequently, the country was saved. If my family was one of the survivors, who knows how happy they would have been. They were just unlucky. And I was the luckiest. So I traveled with them and lived a new life. Preferable to death. They accepted me as one of them, after all. Above all, the leader was kind.”

The lady traveler said,

“I see now. Then why is it that you go back now for revenge? It’s not as if she ordered you to.”

“…I never told you that the leader was a woman. How did you know?”

“Woman’s intuition.”

The man lost words for a moment, but at length shook his head once.

“I guess there are two reasons. One is, I lost that shelter. Half a year ago, my friends…those ten, were wanted for rampaging countries they passed and a terribly skilled tracker found them. To think they were killed so easily… The pursuer ended his job and left. And again, I was the only one left alive. The cause: I was away fetching water. Can you believe it?”

“A tragedy. —But, that’s what luck is. Right?”

“True. But, I was pretty depressed. I thought I’d go off and die. —And the other reason came when I heard a rumor about the country. How peacefully they were living. How they completely forgot about the 500, how my fellow countrymen were living carefree, and then I decided, ‘Alright, I’ll kill them and then myself.’ And somehow, I got here. I just need to take one more step. I didn’t think
I’d meet you two here and talk about this, though.”

After which the male traveler mumbled “hmm” to himself.

“Now here’s a dilemma… After all this talk, shouldn’t I kill you to save that country…?”

“Well, what will you do? We both have Persuaders. Will you draw?”

To the man oozing murderous intent, the other one who expressed none of that spoke.

“But then you see, I don’t know how powerful my opponent will be, and it’s meaningless to get hurt when I don’t need to. —In all honesty, I don’t really want to do that.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

Observing the green jacket who laughed frivolously without paying any mind to the other two, the
lady traveler asked,

“You. Your name?”

Her male companion cocked his head, saying Why ask?

The green jacket, too, was a little surprised. But then,

“Aah… Please let me tell you—the name of the man who will destroy that country. Once I get there, I can’t tell them, after all. —Mirai Tsoo.”

The lady nodded steadily.

“Mirai Tsoo, then.”

“Yeah—. It sounds weird, doesn’t it? In that country, last names are just sounds like ‘Tsoo’ or ‘Aa’ stretched out, but then that only makes twenty, so to avoid sharing the same full name, they always try to make the first name sound different for no apparent reason. But, I like this name that my family racked their brains to come up with. I’m glad it was the last thing they said.”

“I see. I understand well. Very well.”

Then the lady spoke to her companion over the car.

“Let’s not have pointless quarrels.”

Ro-ger, he replied.

The green jacket grabbed the luggage by his feet and heaved it up. Then,

“The people I will see next will all die, so I hope you two, at least, remember me. My name…is proof that I was alive. Please don’t forget it.”

“We shall. —And one bit of advice. When you enter, there’s something I’d like you to pay attention to.”

So the lady said.

“What is it?”

“Its name is different from the past. It would pay off to read it once before you go in.”

“……? Alright. Well, I’m off. —Farewell, history’s witnesses.”

Then the green jacket shouldered his load, which probably held the poison.

He walked steadily. Straight ahead, north. The direction of the country.

Soon, he passed by the dilapidated yellow car and the two travelers.

“Goodbye, Mirai Tsoo.”

He gave a little wave at her words.

He never turned back. Footprints in the sand trailed after him.

Then when his figure shrank more and more, the lady whispered again.

“Goodbye. History’s witness.”

From the coastline island, the day after the dumpy yellow car left.

There, in that country.

The name changed a little.

There, in that country.

The population increased by one.

“Right about now, they must be scrambling to fix the tablet.”

“Did you say something, Master?”

“Nothing.”

The old yellow car ran on the shore.

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2009-04-12T02:50:27Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */ Finished off a bunch and took one

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Frontispiece2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1
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::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
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::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
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::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 12===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Frontispiece4
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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2009-02-08T09:23:50Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */ Finished ch. 5, taking ch. 4.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-02-08T08:49:35Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */ Finished with chapter 2, now have chapter 5.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-02-07T05:41:23Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-02-07T05:40:55Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - '''Shuijie'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-02-07T05:40:25Z

Shuijie: /* Volume 10 */ Claim ch. 2

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - ''Shuijie''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2009-02-05T06:30:50Z

Shuijie: Done with most of vol. 11.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

Kino no Tabi:Volume11 Epilogue

2008-10-26T23:11:21Z

Shuijie: It was labeled Part B instead of A. Whoops.

“The Camera Country, Part A”

—Picturesque A—

The country Kino and Hermes entered had not any technological progress, but one that carried on a very simple lifestyle since the days of yore.

In the walls made of stone, the people never changed despite the centuries, maintaining their incredible self-sufficiency for that same length of time.

Their clothing were all of natural fibers like hemp and silk, their food organic grains and vegetables, and surprisingly, the country actually led a rather wealthy but peaceful life.

Having not seen visitors (vehicles, actually) in a long time, Kino and Hermes were welcomed warmly. Treated to their meals, Kino was impressed by the taste, cleaning the plate every day.

A relaxing three days passed, and it was on this morning, when Kino and Hermes were about to be sent off by all of the country’s people.

“Kino and Hermes. Would you be willing to do us a favor?”

This was spoken by a resident, who came with a camera in hand.

It was a black camera. Single-lens reflex with interchangeable lenses, which used 35 mm film, as Kino often saw sold within
metallic tubes in other countries she visited.

It was fitted with the standard 50mm manual focus lens, with a cloth strap attached that enabled a person to hang the camera from the neck.

Scrapes covered it here and there, but there was no significant damage and the camera was in perfectly useable condition.

“…?”

Kino cocked her head. Seeing that none of the other residents were surprised, Hermes made the inquiry.

“That’s a nice model. What’s up with it?”

“This, you see…”

The one who held the camera explained the story.

Over a decade ago, a traveler made his way here. A young man in his twenties, he suffered fatal wounds on his journey, which caused him to fall seriously ill.

In spite of the country’s best efforts, they were in vain and the man was due to pass in several days. It was then that—

“It’s my most valuable treasure… Here’s my thanks… I give it to everyone… Thank you…”

—he handed this device to the residents as his gratitude.

“Even now, it’s our country’s most prized possession. We take turns handling and maintaining it. Its name is No More Film.”

“Pardon me?”

“That’s what it’s called?”

To the surprised Kino and Hermes,

“Yes. That was the last thing the man said.”

“…ahh, I see.”

“Hm, so that’s how it is. So, how do you use it?”

“Ah, yes. We didn’t know how to use it at first, but everyone put their heads together and after some inquiry into the matter, we confirmed it. First, you turn the round end to someone. Then, he or she shows up as a picture in this little window to the person who’s holding this. When you turn this tube, you can make the picture clearer. It’s a surprising mechanism.”

“I see.” “Go on.”

“On the right side, you push this lever out. When you let go, it snaps back. Then it allows you to press this bump here just once. May I?”

“Go ahead.” “A-okay.”

Granted permission, the cameraman closed his left eye, looked at Kino and Hermes with his right through the finder, and then pressed the shutter.

Ka-shunk.

A leisurely metallic sound was audible.

“Just now, when I pressed on this bump, you two disappeared for a moment. In that instant—”

The cameraman continued happily,

“I was able to preserve your image in my mind. Thank you very much.”

“?” “Hm?”

“See, this mechanism allows the picture to be stored in my head. From my right eye to my head, the image of you two comes in and properly puts itself in storage. This way, I’ll always be able to remember now as a wonderful memory. So that’s why it disappears for that instant.”

“Ahh…I see.”

So said Kino, waiting for his next words.

“With that, may you allow all of us a chance to use this device to remember you?”

Kino smiled and nodded.

“Of course. May everyone get in the picture, too?”

And then—

Kino no Tabi:Volume11 Chapter4

2008-10-26T23:05:15Z

Shuijie: Formatting

The Country With No Borders

—Asylum—

My name is Riku. I am a dog.

I have long, fluffy white fur. I always look like I’m smiling, but it does not necessarily mean that I am. I was just born that way.

Lord Shizu is my master. He is a young man who always wears a green sweater, lost his hometown in some complicated way, and is currently traveling via buggy.

Our companion is Tea. She is a quiet girl who is fond of hand grenades, lost her hometown in some complicated way, and has been with us for a while.

This was after we crossed over to a new continent and kind of ran from the first country we saw.

Having clearly lost our way in the woods, we ran into an old lady, possibly a hermit. We were fortunate to acquire directions to the road leading to the next nearest country.

Thanked by Lord Shizu, the old lady parceled to him a warning.

“That place has all sorts of little nations who have feuds over their territories. I couldn’t stand it, so I left.”

And this old lady, once an advisor to one of these nations, left us with this and returned to her dilapidated hut.

As the buggy ran through a path deep in the mountainous forests, we went over one peak and came to a mountain basin. The countries the old lady told us of were here.

Only it was quite different from what we heard. There were no little nations engaging in feudal warfare amongst each other with the walls smashed together, but rather one huge country.

“Did they integrate? If so, it might be a stably hospitable place.”

Lord Shizu, who had been seeking such a location for some time, said this gleefully from the driver’s seat. I, laying in the footspace of the passenger’s seat,

“…….”

And Tea, who was resting her chin on my head, descended the road together.

“Isn’t it wonderful?! This wonderful system is so much more wonderful than anything else in the world!”

A female guide so declared before many people.

And we look at the scene dumbfounded, without a word.

It was a huge dome, the size of an indoor baseball stadium, filled with thousands of people.

Young and old, man and woman, all sorts of people, sitting and sleeping and reading and changing clothes and listening to their radios in this wide space.

Each space allotted to one person was about the size of a bed. Close enough to hear the person next to you breathe.

We saw this before. It looked like an emergency evacuation in a certain country where people who lost their homes in an earthquake were put together. Exactly the same.

Lord Shizu asked what on earth was this, and the guide replied in a proud, shrill voice.

“This country was unified long ago under the hand of a great man. Before that were long years of agonizing war.”

We knew that.

“And when we integrated into one country, he who became our first leader said, ‘This kind of situation must never happen again.’ He pondered what to do.”

Well, we kind of got that, too.

“Then he received a revelation! That ‘country borders’ were the cause of all this! That countries loudly insist on their own leaders whom everyone else ignores, which then ends up with us fighting! Think about it. In this world, on this planet, there never ''was'' such a thing as a border! Boundary lines mustn’t exist!”

This is where things get new.

“And then! Our first leader decided never to have a ‘border.’ Basically, never permit anyone to ‘possess’ an area. Forbidden by the constitution!”

Lord Shizu screwed his brows together and asked the guide,

“Meaning…all the citizens live here, in this—”

“That’s right, Traveler! This is their home, where no one has their own piece of land. All beneath this giant dome. Many more like these were built here. Government plans currently indicate that in the future, the domes will be integrated so that everyone will live under one roof.”

“Even families? Even lovers?”

“Of course! Being this bunched together, there’s no way we can consider making any exceptions. Of course, we can always put them near. They should at least have that much freedom.”

“Then…how is privacy in this country?”

The guide puffed up at Lord Shizu’s question.

“Of course not! That itself, the very concept of ‘my land,’ is the fundamental cause of this foolish warfare! It’s because we conceptualized the idea that people insisted on it, tried to preserve it, expand it, and there you have your endless formula for war. So let’s just never have it in the first place. Everything here is open—the living space, the bathroom, and the toilet. Now there’s no way the fighting can ever happen again.”

“About that constitution…”

“Right! Amendments to it have been strictly banned, so there’s no chance of our regressing to that foolish past. Offenders and rebels alike are punished severely.”

This guide who could not contain her joy continued babbling to a clouded Shizu.

“You desire emigration, don’t you?! So how is our country?! Won’t you become one of our wonderful citizens?! We’ll welcome you!”

And once Lord Shizu bought the necessities, he crossed the country walls again at dusk.

We departed from that “space” to the outside world.

In the deep forest, we await the close of the day.

One of the things Lord Shizu bought in that country was a little tent. It was one of the things postponed since the last country we visited did not have the kind we desired.

Lord Shizu speaks to Tea, who watched him wordlessly as he set up somewhat farther away from his own tent.

“This is yours. From now on, you sleep here.”

“…”

Tea’s eyes protested, but Lord Shizu did not yield.

So Tea yanked out all of the stakes, carried the tent to Lord Shizu’s, set it down, and restaked it.

“’ight.”

Bidding Lord Shizu good night, she disappeared into her tent.

“Good night, Tea.”

Lord Shizu did likewise into the neighboring one.

A forest where the cries of an owl rung low.

The last sight I saw before closing my eyes was the two tents, shoulder-to-shoulder in friendly fashion.

The Very Hard-to-Find Afterword

—Preface—

So here’s another afterword.

Hello again from the author Keiichi Sigsawa who likes to mix myth and truth together.

Here the afterword starts again, which would normally look like more of the story. This time, in contrast to an easy-to-find afterword, I wrote and put this in a really hard place to find.

“Not…ANOTHER…afterWORD…”

You might say, but,

“You can’t choose when to have your afterwords!”

So with two of these, just relax and read on.

And also, there actually isn’t a third one.

Really.

Trust me.

So, I’ve given credit where credit was due in the “easy” one, so how about back-story on the production of this work? I think maybe writing about a matter only the author would know of in the form of an afterword will do.

There are no spoilers about the book here.

While there are none, it’s perfectly fine to read the rest of the book and then come back here, too.

Then it makes this a real afterword. Even though the English subtitle says “preface.”

== About the main title. ==

It was around the time I wrote up the manuscript application. “Kino’s Travels” was too simple, and I once thought, Maybe it sounds kinda dull.

I like its simplicity now, but at the time I really racked my brains.

“!”

Then the title I came up with was:

“Kinou no Kino no Tabi (Kino’s Travels of Yesterday)”

…….

No, I think the one right now was the correct choice…

In the end, I kept it simple and stuck the English “the Beautiful World” to the end.

I feel like applauding myself back then for thinking, “I shouldn’t do this.”

== Everything related to misprints ==

Misprints—that is, misspellings even the author did not intend—happen on occasion.

I do check and proofread again and again, and best case scenario, that shouldn’t produce anything, but ''something'' appears since this is done by humans.

Right, right, like in the previous volume, Kino X…

In the good or bad but nevertheless very, very long “Country with its Prima Donna,” there is a boy named Elias.

I took the name from a character in the Vietnam War film “Platoon,” but when I wrote the story, I was extremely concerned with not making it the super-famous Aeris from Final Fantasy VII, the only RPG I’ve ever finished by myself.

But, mistakes do occur when one brandishes a pen. I fix the “Aeris” the moment I type it, I fix it again, and I check and check after the writing’s complete and the book comes out, but—

I’m sorry.

(Maybe I should’ve stuck with “Bob”… But Bob’s not really a character, and “Burns” is a surname.)

As a side note, misprints are sent to the editor before reprint, but other authors—self included—don’t read the books word for word after it’s been printed. Since I’ve read it plenty of times during revision.

So the first places to notice these things are BBS and blogs. That’s what they’re there for.

== Everything related to typos ==

Other than misprints, there are also typos.

Forget about whether in Japanese such a word exists; it’s when you hit the wrong key.

Really, you feel that this word shouldn’t have ended that way, but then you end up putting the wrong suffix on it a lot of the time.

But sometimes, that wrong letter inspires some brilliant, sparkling idea, and consequently, I keep it.

So in the end, it’s alright. Hooray.

Even now, some things I don’t recognize as errors get out in the world.

Some tricks of the angels get in there. A little.

== It’s not heavenly thinking up of character names. But it’s fun. ==

There aren’t very many sub characters with names.

In order to not set one up, I purposely use “resident,” “bearded man,” and “entry guard,” and go on writing without it looking awkward.

Therefore, important, named sub characters who do appear from time to time enjoy themselves and run into conflicts and think of twisted things—they have a certain aura about them. When I go look names up, it can get quite interesting. (Those types of dictionaries really come in handy.)

Although, the aforementioned “Prima Donna” has names like “Yuan,” “Cain,” and “Lob” that I personally came up with.

Huh? The protagonist-like Master and her partner’s names haven’t come up yet?

Come to think of it, oh, yeah.

Actually, it’s just that her name hasn’t come up yet; I’ve got a name for her (no surname yet, though). It’s been around since she first appeared in Kino II. I just didn’t put it out yet. Whether I will commit it to paper or not is a mystery.

On the other hand, her partner’s name is…uh…well…

Note: Sigsawa does not hate him. Just so you know.

== The Persuader’s “name” never comes up. ==

While on one hand, a Persuader—that is, a firearm—in short, a gun—may have a clearly designated model, I won’t name it. (This is the same case with the “Allison” and “Lilia and Treis” series, neither of which take place on Earth.)

There I can describe the gun’s features easily, and if the people understand what I’m writing, all the better.

If I were to be detailed about the guns, the editor would issue the command to cut it, so I have to be careful not to go overboard. Must suppress, must suppress. But that reaction ended up making “School Kino” something else entirely.

Basically, I put in whatever gun I just happen to like.

Whenever I have a toy gun or air gun in hand, I pose and wave it around and shoot ‘em at all dangerous persons in the room. Please do not do this at home.

A thirty-something-old man going into an empty, lit room with a toy gun in hand,

“Whew…all clear.”

And saying that so seriously is something to wonder.

So, one exception to this choice was Volume IX’s “Killing Country,” where Master has a Luger P08 on her hip. This one, I remembered from a handshake session someplace, where someone said to me, “Please put it in!” so I put it in.

So, yeah, that happens. It’s happened, but don’t expect it to happen again, sorry.

Even if someone were to yell,

“Harquebus!”

I wouldn’t know what to do.

And from time to time, I’ll also put in a custom gun, so you guys who like spotting all the firearms in stories, watch out for that.

== And Persuaders are really “Pers.” ==

When I type in word-processing software, long words or phrases that appear frequently enough get added to the dictionary in a shorter form, which is quite convenient.
On my PC, I just need to type in “Pers,” hit the right-menu key, and then choose the word from the list.

1. Persuader

2. Persuader (Note: Firearm)

3. Hand Persuader (Note: Persuader is a firearm; in this case, a pistol.)

Very handy. Very, very handy.

But if I get all used to it, then in normal conversation, it would go like,

“You know, Kino’s Pers is—”

So gotta be careful.

Even if Sigsawa uses unintelligible words, please kindly watch over him.

== So, what does Kino travel with? ==

When I first wrote up “Kino’s Travels,” which came out of my own natural fondness for traveling,

“Should I make a list of Kino’s supplies…?”

I’ve often thought about that.

If I do make detailed notes about what she carries, where she straps it, and the like, it would probably make writing easier for me.

But then I gave it up.

If you were to ask me why—

It’s because I’m the sort of human who “can’t decrease one’s luggage.”

When I go traveling, I say, “I’ll probably need this, maybe that too, I’ll probably feel uneasy
without this one,” and before I know it, I’ve amassed all sorts of things, and it gets heavy.

And when I come back, I’ve not used any of those things, or else I happily bought some souvenir from wherever I went. That always happens.

Every time, I swear to myself to simplify my luggage, but it just happens again…

So, the day I ever come up with a complete list of Kino’s travel items is—

The day she doesn’t have to lug everything on Hermes.

== About fan works. ==

Might be a surprise, but I welcome the idea of my works being the basis of fan works.

It expresses the gratitude of the people who like it so much and it also has that sense of energy exerted in “putting out their own work.”

Even if it were a parody of heretofore unprecedented proportions (though I’ve done a similar thing with “School Kino,” so to speak…) or an 18+ work that would flood the ground with one’s nosebleed, it’s all the same.

Only, I try best as I can not to read them.

The reason being, I fear the one in ten thousand—no, ten million—will prompt me to take the story line for myself.

Nevertheless, good luck, everyone.

There will be a time when that imagination and creativity will come in handy.

And so this afterword shall end abruptly here.

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-10-25T08:37:56Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Finished #4, claimed #3.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1 - Shimatta - '''in progress'''
::*Chapter2 - XENgK - '''in progress'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
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::*Author's Notes

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Kino no Tabi:Volume11 Chapter5

2008-10-13T07:08:34Z

Shuijie: Some italics got lost.

The Country With the School

— Assignment —

Along a forested path ran a Motorad (note: a two-wheeled vehicle; meaning it doesn’t fly).

On either side of the back wheel were two black boxes, and on the top was a pipe-frame carrier, though nothing was loaded on it.

The driver was a young human. The early teens, it seemed, with short black hair. Wore a hat that covered the collar and ears, goggles on the eyes, and a black jacket.

A fat belt wrapped about the driver’s waist and on the right thigh, in its holster, was a revolver-type Hand Persuader. (Note: A Persuader is a gun; in this case, it is a pistol.)

And on the front of her body, one Persuader able to shoot canister shots hung off a strap. Painted in black, the long cylinder tube and heat sink, full of holes, atop the barrel were two features that particularly stood out.

Under a blue sky and through a forest of green with the sun illuminating the right hand side, the Motorad sped through and raised a cloud of dust.

The forest path ran straight on, enabling an excellent outlook, and the driver drove the Motorad on with considerable speed. At times, she readjusted the slipping Persuader on the front of her body.

“Hey, Kino.”

The Motorad spoke to its driver. This person named Kino responded.

“If it’s about the speed, I’m not going to drop it, Hermes. I want to get used to going fast for long hours.”

“No, that’s all fine with me.”

This Motorad named Hermes spoke and then,

“Not that—where are we going today? Shopping?”

“Didn’t I say?”

Kino slowed down. They lurched at this decrease in speed and once the engine quieted down, Kino spoke.

“School.”

“School?”

“Yes. I’m going to a certain school in this country we’re headed to for five days.”

“Well, why?”

“Master said there’s a skill taught there that no other school teaches. It’s a great chance, so go, she said. If it’s an opportunity to ‘become stronger,’ I’ll do anything.”

“Hmm. So that’s how it is.”

“That’s why the next few days, we’re going to be traveling this much distance.”

“As a Motorad, that’s great. The weather around this time is pretty nice.”

“And makes good driving practice.”

So saying, Kino opened the accelerator again.

Hermes accelerated off on the hard-packed earth.

As soon as they left the forest, tall walls greeted them. They were grey and large and surrounded the country with great breadth.

It was a little before noon. The sun was approaching its zenith and warming the ground as it did so.

Kino stopped Hermes before a sentryman holding a rifle in front of the gate. She let down the
kickstand and removed her goggles.

“Good morning. Nice to meet you. I’m Kino. This is my partner, Hermes. Please allow us in.”

After giving the proper greetings to the two sentrymen, Kino went around to the bag on the back wheel and drew out a letter.

The one more advanced in years, past his fifties, took this letter.

He opened it, read it, and then—

“Alright, understood. Come in.”

—quickly gave his permission.

“However, we have a very strict inspection for people possessing Persuaders. In your case, we’ll hold it until you leave.”

“Understood.”

Kino assented, removing the canister shot Persuader from her body and ejecting its nine bullets. They and the revolver at her hip whose barrel, cylinder, and grip she soon disseminated were placed in a box prepared by the sentrymen.

“You have an impressive type… Sorry for this procedure, but in one part of our vast country, there are terrorists displeased with the government who are growing rampant there. It’s noted on the map, so be careful not to approach it. Any other location is fine. —oh, and speed limits, too. Break it and you’re fined.”

“Understood. Thank you.”

Kino pushed Hermes through the gates.

After seeing off the vehicle and the person, the younger sentryman turned to his superior.

“Uh…are you sure?”

He answered his subordinate, What about him?

“Who is that boy?”

“Who knows? It’s the first time I’ve met him.”

To such a quick response,

“……”

Did the subordinate say nothing.

“But it’s an introduction letter from that old lady. Can’t reject it.”

“By ‘that old lady,’ do you mean the one who lives deep in that forest…that one everyone is scared of?”

“Who else is there?”

“Was he her grandson, maybe?”

“No, as far as I know, she’s always lived alone. Rumours say she picked him up while the kid was lost in there.”

“What’s up with that…? Besides, what kind of lady is she, anyway?”

“That is something I heard from the captain some time ago. He heard it from the regimental commander, who heard it directly from the general. Might as well tell it to you, too. Not to patronize, you understand. It’s for your own sake that I’m saying it.”

“Okay.”

“‘If you’d like to live a long life, don’t ever look into it.’ —that is all.”

“…… I wonder what’s for dinner today.”

“Beats me. Hope it’s fish.”

Within the curved walls of the country, woods and fields stretched to the very horizon. Sparse houses dotted the landscape here and there.

Kino spread out the map the sentryman had given her, took a note from her jacket, compared the two, then concluded,

“Okay. Go straight for a while, and then left at the second intersection. After pushing forward for a while, there will be a small town. There’s our destination.”

Kino flipped the two papers over and showed them to Hermes.

“Yup. No mistake about it.”

Kino replaced the map and note and then sped Hermes off.

“Okay, hello everyone. Today, we’ll be having a new student in our class. This here is Kino. Kino, this is our class. Altogether, twelve people. They’re about the same age as you, some are older. Now everyone, say hi.”

“Hello. My name is Kino.”

“I think you can all guess, but Kino wasn’t born or raised here. There’s a big forest outside this country, right? She lives with a granny there who takes care of her. But that’s something that should never get out of this room. From today, we’ll begin our afternoon classes. Let’s get along and work hard together. Just because Kino doesn’t look like you doesn’t mean you can shun her. Every person lined next to you is your friend. Is that clear? —Okay, then we’ll start class. Kino, please take the desk and chair over there. Work hard to catch up to us, okay?”

“Yes. My best regards.”

The sun began to slant in the forest through which Kino and Hermes drove through, shadows cast on their left.

Just like in the morning, the canister shot Persuader was strapped to the front of her body, and just like in the morning, she drove prodigiously fast. The sound of the shrill exhaust resounded through the trees.

“So! How was school today!”

Hermes asked in a loud voice. Hearing no reply, it repeated the question.

“Huh? —Aah! It was fun!”

Kino screamed her reply, too. At the insane speed she was driving at, the trees and leaves at either side washed by in her goggles.

“What’d you learn?”

“How to make stuff!”

“What kind?”

So asked Hermes. When Kino elaborated on the “stuff,”

“Huh. That sounds pretty fun.”

“It was fun. Pretty interesting. The people in the class weren’t that open, so I felt kind of left out, but…I think that’s just because I’m nervous. Everyone worked seriously and listened to the teacher, and during recess, we got along fine. They think hard and consider their futures seriously. Probably because they belong to the country.”

“Hm, hm. And the teacher?”

“She’s a good person! She’s still twenty, has blonde hair, and she’s pretty. Very kind. She laid everything out for me today. She doesn’t talk too fast and it’s easy to follow her. There were a lot of terms I didn’t know that I had to ask about, but she explained them to me without looking frustrated with me. So I understood everything in that class.”

“Hmm.”

“When Master told me to go to school all of a sudden, I wondered why, but it’s a lot more fun than I expected.”

“That’s wonderful. Your awaiting chauffeur, however, was nothing but bored. There was a wild dog who was about to mark my tires, for crying out loud.”

“What does that mean?”

“It was about to pee on me. That’s why I hate dogs. Although it whimpered off when I yelled at it.”

“Huh? If you’re too loud, you’re going to be seen, you know.”

“Relax. I screamed so high that humans wouldn’t be able to hear me.”

“…… What’s that?”

“I don’t feel like explaining it. Next time, maybe. It must be nice to teach something to someone.”

“…you and Master and the teacher all know so much. There’s still so much I don’t know, huh…”

“That’s alright. It’s all from here on, here on.”

“Well…yeah. Plus, we’re going tomorrow and the day after that. The class will end in five days as
planned, so until then.”

“As for me, I’d prefer running along the road than sleep in the woods all day.”

“When we get back, I’ll tell Master about what I learned. —oh! I learned something else amazing about Master.”

“What?”

“She teaches all that she knows, and whatever she doesn’t know, she sets out to learn it and then teaches whoever is willing to learn it. So she knows exactly what she doesn’t know. —I think that’s amazing.”

“I seeee. But to think there was a school in that country that taught this. I’m a bit surprised. But
Kino.”

“Hm?”

“Learning it is fine and well, but is it practical?”

“I wonder… I really don’t know.”

“Oh, what.”

“But when I first started to learn the alphabet, I thought, ‘Is this ever going to be useful? Rather than learn all this, I want to go play outside with everyone, I want to learn how to climb a tree.’ —But now, I don’t think that anymore. I learned the alphabet, and that allows me to read lots of interesting books. So in the same way, I think what I’m learning now will be useful someday.”

“I see. Although Motorads don’t ever have to know how to read for a lifetime.”

“…Hermes, what’s a Motorad’s lifetime like?”

“That’s tough to explain.”

Then the fast sailing Kino and Hermes turned into an intersection in the forest.

After running the road for some time, a log cabin appeared. One part of the forest was cultivated into fields, and it was there that it singly stood. From the chimney trailed smoke signaling a meal.

Kino cut through the field and stopped Hermes in front of the log cabin. An old woman soon appeared from the house.

She wore an apron, thin and her golden hair tied back. By her hip was a short-barreled revolver in its holster.

“Welcome back, Kino.”

“Hello, Master.”

The old woman called Master stepped down from the wooden deck onto the road and asked Kino if she used her canister shots. Kino replied in the negative.

“Then let’s go around to the field and try shooting the scarecrows, as usual.”

“Okay!”

Kino nodded and took off with Hermes. After proceeding a little ahead, she stepped the brakes on Hermes’s back wheel. The vehicle angled up sharply and rolled on the wheel, turning around to face the other direction.

“Let’s go, Hermes.”

“Be gentle.”

Kino took off with Hermes. She accelerated fast and by intervals increased the gears.

When they passed by the front of the log cabin, Kino let both hands go. Still straddled on Hermes, letting the momentum push them on, she grabbed the canister shot Persuader hanging in front of her body and unlatched the safety.

Then she lightly raised herself up and turned herself left.

Deep in the field, bordering the forest, stood five scarecrows. Constructed of wood, each one wore a metal pan like an apron.

Kino fired.

The nine canister shots waved out and struck the scarecrows, sparks and shrill sounds rising from the metal plates.

Kino skillfully avoided the recoil and quickly used her left hand to pump out the shots as she fired in rapid succession. Rumbling sounds rippled through the forest one after the other. A flock of birds close by had flapped away.

In the time she crossed the field Kino had fired five direct shots, all of which struck the scarecrow in places that would have been fatal to humans.

When she crossed the field Kino set her hands on the handlebars and quickly set the brakes, turning the vehicle around once more.

She accelerated again, this time aiming to the right and spinning around with her hanging Persuader.

She shot again.

The remaining four shots hit four of the scarecrows. The last bullet ejected, the shells from the nine canister shots rolled on the ground.

Once Kino gradually returned to the front of the house, the old woman commented in a pleased fashion,

“Excellent. You’ve become good.”

Kino stopped Hermes and stopped the engine. She let down the kickstand and got off.

“How was school, Kino?”

When she asked this,

“It was fun,”

Quickly replied Kino.

“Well, let’s have dinner, now. It’s sausage stew tonight.”

While seeing off a smiling Kino,

“No, I ain’t envious at all,”

Muttered Hermes to itself.

The next morning. The second day of travel.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Granted permission by the guard, Kino and Hermes entered the gate.

“That’s right. Any questions up until now? Any? Well then, everyone already knows the fundamentals, now. I’m glad I have so many bright students. Huh? Even if I flatter you guys, nothing good’s going to come of it, you say? That’s true. In the first place, where did you learn that sort of talk when I haven’t taught you that, eh? —Kino, you learn just about as fast as everyone else, if not faster. At first, I was worried that with a new environment where all we do is learn, you might fall behind, but that’s not the case. You’re excellent.”

“Thank you.”

“This class has had twelve excellent pupils for a long time, but now we have a thirteenth, don’t we? —Eh? Nothing good, after all? Ahahaha, I know that. —That’s all for today. Next class will be the day after tomorrow, which is your day off. During that time, I suggest you review what you’ve learned so far, because we’ll be starting slightly more complicated tasks next time. Goodbye, everyone. Careful on your way back—”

And two days later.

“Hey, here you are again.”

Granted permission by the guard, Kino and Hermes entered the gate.

“Everyone, the most important thing about construction isn’t the dexterity of your hands. We aren’t here to make wristwatches, you hear? More important than that, in fact the most important thing of all is, from start to finish, making the product ''accurately.'' Properly made objects that work reflect the personality of the person who made it. It’s pointless to assemble objects that have no real-life application. While you shouldn’t make them, in class, it’s okay. If something goes wrong, I’ll help you think through why it didn’t work. Then all you have to do is make sure you don’t repeat the same mistake the next time you build it. Now, let’s run a check of everyone’s work. —Oh, that’s good. Very well-made. —This, too. Wonderful, you followed exactly what I said. —Oh, if you don’t pass the cord through here, it’s going to snag. But other than that, it’s looking good. We’ll fix that later. —Mm-hm, very good. —Kino’s…ah, you have some parts you need to fix. This part shouldn’t be visible from the outside. Let’s hide it. And hide the seam, too. You can let this tip out, but let’s hide that for now, too. —It’s fine. If you fix these parts, yours will also work, Kino. No need to look so worried.”

“Teacher, I have a question.”

“Yes, Kino.”

“About the way you loop this cord, can you thread it through the top, too?”

“Good question. That’s a case-by-case basis. The issue would then depend on where you would wear it on your body. If you were to put it over your belly, then yes, thread it through the top. For your back, through the bottom.

“I see. I got it. Thank you very much.”

“Any other questions? —Oh! Everyone’s making excellent progress! It seems like your diligence is rubbing off on everyone, Kino.”

“—so yeah, I got praised by her.”

“That’s great, Kino.”

“I’ll be going again tomorrow. After two more times, it’s done!”

“That’s wonderful. When you’re done, take it home and show me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Those two days later, Kino attended school on Hermes,

“Kino, do your best.”

Kino was praised by her teacher,

“You wanna piece of me, then come get it!”

And a dog was yelled at by Hermes.

“Everyone! This class is finally over! I’m very proud of all your efforts.”

Kino was in the classroom she had been commuting to for five days. In the remodeled classroom nestled in this otherwise old building, the concrete pillars were chipped here and there, and the windows had no glass but, rather, were boarded up. Though many light bulbs dangled, it was still dim.
Including Kino, thirteen boys and girls sat in chairs and desks bearing obvious scars of frequent repair. With the exception of Kino, who wore a white shirt, the others also wore clothes with distinct patches.

Before every individual, on the top of their desks, lay a bag.

Leather and cloth, backpack and cross-shoulder and handbag, there were all sorts of bags. Its slightly bulging appearance suggested the presence of something inside it.

They were undoubtedly not top-of-the-line products, but all exuded an aura of handmade care, diligently put together.

Before Kino was a light beige cross-shoulder bag. As expected, it too had a distinct bulge, something the size of a rather large lunch box.

“We’ve finally done it, haven’t we! Here we are, with not one failure in sight! There’s nothing more for me to teach you! The last thing to do is to take the bag home and show it to your mother and father, brother and sister—show it to everyone in the world! They’ll definitely love it!”
In front of the sewing machine on the teacher’s desk, a beautiful woman with her golden hair tied back declared this proudly. Every pupil broke out into smiles.

“Well, now is when we’ll part, but I trust that every one of you will fulfill your purpose wonderfully!”

A firm assent now followed her voice.

“One last point. This doesn’t directly have to do with the class, but there’s something else I’d like you to learn. Please listen.”

Twenty-six eyes focused on the teacher’s face. She slowly met every gaze, and then,
“We wonder, what is the most important thing that leads to success in life? I, personally, believe that is your ‘conviction.’ ‘The power to accomplish what I want to do, what I set my mind on’—that is vital to your life. You must base your actions on this conviction. When you do, someone is bound to ask you, ‘Is that the right thing to do?’ —But, you mustn’t falter. Your heart must not waver. You mustn’t ''let'' it waver. Hold fast to your end goal and race forward! Until now, I’ve told you not to lie in class, haven’t I? But after this, when you go into the outside world and you begin to base your actions on your convictions—it’s okay to lie. Above all, hold fast to your beliefs. Even if it will grind your soul to bits, stand still and fight!”

The teacher trembled all over as she orated passionately. In the finale, with a wide smile reminiscent
of a flower in full bloom,

“But, I know that you can do it. Everyone here can do it. —Class, you’ve graduated. Congratulations!”

Kino put the light beige shoulder bag into the box at Hermes’s back wheel,

“I’m back, Master.”

And returned to the log cabin in the forest.

Before the entranceway, within the cry of the birds and a madder red sky,

“I’ve done it, Master!”

The old lady saw the bag, looked inside, and said,

“I see. Now they use this sort of timber and construction, don’t they?”

Kino then showed it to Hermes,

“I see. So it allows you to pull the string that way.”

Who was also just as impressed.

The next day, before noon.

“Then let’s begin. Kino, carry the bag.”

“Yes, Master. I have it here.”

Kino and the old lady carefully deconstructed the device and checked its construction.

“I see. This makes for good reference. You’ve done well, it’s put together nicely. We’ve even got the details diagrammed, so let’s try putting it back together.”

“Sure!”

As if it never was taken apart, everything was set back in place.

That noon.

Two people and a vehicle entered the forest away from the house.

Kino hung the light beige bag on a branch connected to a tree trunk. The original cord leading out from the bag was tied to another longer string.

And at the other end of that thread stood the old lady and Hermes, hidden behind another tree trunk.

“Are you ready, Master?”

“Yes, any time.”

“Hermes?”

“I’m fine, too.”

“Here goes, then. I hope it goes well!”

Kino yanked hard on the string. A short snap could be heard as the string left the bag.

“Shhh” went a sound as white smoke poured of the bag for two seconds.

Then it exploded.

The high-power military bomb exploded. The nails set around it shot off in all directions and cruelly stabbed through the hearts of neighboring trees.

The blast wove through the forest and whipped up the fallen leaves.

The tree from which the bag was suspended from had its trunk gouged out by the bomb. At the same time
that the black smoke cleared, it collapsed into the woods.

Pounding the forest, the roar of the detonation too threw up the avians called birds and faded in the sky.

“Success! It exploded like it should have!”

“That’s awesome.”

The old lady told the excited Kino and Hermes,

“Then we ought to tell the teacher, shouldn’t we? How about visiting the country again tomorrow? I have things I want you to buy, so let’s do that, too.”

The next day.

Kino and Hermes left the house early and covered the distance in a flash, arriving at the gates just before noon.

Just like before, they sought that little town.

Just as they reached the heart of these low, clustered buildings and turned the corner of the back road.

“Oh, the school’s…”

“Oh?”

Before Kino’s eyes, a little ahead on the road, the “school” building was being destroyed. A giant bulldozer covered the already huge pile of rubble and mercilessly ran down the building.

Kino pushed Hermes out from the back road and stopped in front of the building.

It was surrounded by many armed policemen.

Police cars and trucks were parked on the wide thoroughfare, and behind the caution tape, residents watched the scene with gloomy expressions.

Once they glimpsed Kino and Hermes, they brightened up a little, then once again feigned an apathetic countenance.

Crumbling with each explosion, the back of a young, blonde woman was visible before the building.

She was surrounded by several policemen, her hands cuffed behind. Quiet, she gazed at the dying building.

“That’s…the teacher.”

So whispered Kino to Hermes.

“Oh my. I wonder what happened?”

“Let’s ask.”

Kino pushed Hermes up to the tape and spoke with a young policeman.

“Excuse me, what happened?”

“Hm? —aah, you must not be from these parts. It’s best if you leave this town soon. Wouldn’t blame ya.”

He began with that upfront, and without paying any attention to the residents in Kino’s immediate vicinity,

“The police crushed one of the terrorist cells. This dump of a town was a hideout. It’s such a poor place here that it gave rise to a low-down group who thought to overthrow the government through dirty tricks.”

Kino pointed to the back of her teacher.

“Um, who’s that pretty woman caught there?”

“Her? Might not look like it, but she’s one of those terrorists.”

“Huh. What was she caught for?”

Hermes asked in place of Kino.

“You wouldn’t believe it…”

Muttering with a sour face, the policeman answered.

“She was running a ‘school’ in this crummy building. Was teachin’ little boys and girls your age how to make a high-power, hidden bomb.”

“Hmmm. And then?”

“And then…yesterday. Those boys and girls pretended to go on a trip to the government district in the heart of the country. And…they set off the bombs in crowded buildings and marketplaces along with themselves. All twelve. Suicide terrorists, they’re called.”

“Why? Did they think life sucked or something?”

“Who knows. They were raised by these terrorists, so who knows what went on in their heads. Crazy loons who think dying by terrorism is their ‘faith.’ It’s obvious they were encouraged by their parents, relatives, and siblings, even for this bombing! Now we have the casualties exceeding a hundred. Over twice that number are howling in rage. Bastards these terrorists are! —One way or another, we pinpointed this building and apprehended her.”

“So that’s how it is.”

So Kino replied indifferently.

“She’s going to be executed soon. If we just put her prison, there will be other terrorists demanding to let her go, so we were under strict orders to shoot her once we got her.“

The building became completely reduced to rubble. The roar of the bulldozer faded.

Ordered by the police to mount the black truck parked off to her side, the teacher turned to the residents.

She turned,

“……”

Met her eyes with Kino’s—

And slowly smiled.

The young officer, watching his colleagues take the terrorist past his eyes, asked Kino,

“Do you know her?”

Kino replied firmly, in a voice even the teacher could hear.

“No. How could I?”

Quietly and with a satisfied smile, the teacher let herself be pushed by the policemen towards the truck.

She entered with the officers into the load-carrier of the windowless truck and presently disappeared from everyone’s sight.

To take care that the residents would not barge in, the officers stood guard with Persuaders.

After some time, only policemen covered the road. Before the eyes of the silent people, an officer wearing a black mask appeared from the driver’s seat. In his hands was a large caliber rifle.

Coming around to the back of the truck, he loaded one large bullet into the gun.

Taking his stance, he aimed inside the load-carrier, whose door was still open.

He fired.

The oppressive sound reverberated off the buildings.

“Withdraw!”

Under the order, the police returned to their respective vehicles. The bulldozer heading the line, the cars and trucks leave the city.

When the black truck was the last to leave, a body was thrown out from the back.
The face looked gouged out, and the corpse of blonde, bloodied hair floated in the air before hitting
the ground. A bone snapped.

After the line of cars left, the people gathered around the corpse.

They gently turned its face upwards and folded the hands over the breast. They glanced at the absent face.

And altogether, they raised a great cheer. From each mouth cried worship of the woman as their hero.

In this town rung with shouts, the motorad and its driver were gone.

User:Shuijie

2008-09-20T23:05:15Z

Shuijie:

So I guess [[Kino no Tabi]] Vol. 11 is all mine. Hm, okay.

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2008-09-20T07:53:45Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ ? marks obliterated.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - XENgK - '''in progress'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Submitted'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Submitted'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

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2008-09-20T07:53:05Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Submitted chapter 6. Claiming #4.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2 - XENgK - '''in progress'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue - XENgK - '''submitted'''
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
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::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Submitted?'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Submitted?'''
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

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2008-09-11T02:25:10Z

Shuijie: Typo corrected.

The Country of Disappointment

—Hope Against Hope—

“Traveler! Traveler!”

“Me? —yes, what is it?”

“Sorry for catching you while you’re packing up to go. But as a citizen of this country, there’s one thing I’d like to ask of you.”

“Ooh, what what? Something Kino might know?”

“It’s something only a traveler can do. –please tell us your opinion of our country!”

“Let’s see… It was a very pleasant stay. It’s a wonderful country.”

“Yeah, yeah. No one tried to jump us and no motorad thieves, either.”

“All the people I met were kind—personally, I loved the meals. The fried chicken soaked in vinegar and topped with tartar sauce was superb. I’d actually come again just for that.”

“Is that so… I guess that’s great, that we’ve satisfied you…”

“Why the down face when we praised you? Is there something bothering you?”

“Ah…yeah, sort of…”

“What, what?”

“Er…it’ll sound weird, but…it’s a request for the traveler.”

“What is it?”

“When you go to other places, and they ask you about this country—”

“Yes.”

“Could you badmouth us with all your heart?”

“Pardon me?”

“Badmouth us. Like ‘it mistreats travelers so badly,’ or ‘the food is awful,’ or ‘it wasn’t comfortable,’ or…”

“Why?”

“Truth is…our country gets lots of travelers and merchants, and word gets passed down in its own way…but it seems all that comes
out are good opinions—how the people are nice, how we’re always thought of as a country who greatly welcomes our guests.”

“My, my.” “Please continue.”

“In actuality, that’s not the case. There are some people like that, who think, ‘it’s been a long while since we’ve had a newcomer,’ so they welcome them with open arms and pay for them right out of their own pockets. But there are also people who don’t think so kindly of guests and end up avoiding, even hating them. And then that disappoints some of the people who come here.”

“Disappointment, is it?”

“Yes. They are clearly disillusioned and we know how gloomy they become. Some of them even get angry and exclaim, ‘I never would have thought it was so horrible! I should have never come!’”

“Oh my.”

“As for us, we’re just normal people living our normal lives every day. Very normal lives. With such high expectations, we get so confused. In the end, we end up wishing we could get the guests who come and leave to spread bad rumors about us. Could you favor us with this?”

“Me… I’m not really good at lying, so on this matter, I can’t do anything but tell the truth. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to grant your request, I’m sorry.”

“I see… No, it’s my fault for bringing up an reasonable favor.”

“Hey hey, I was wondering, if you wanted to look bad to travelers—”

“Yes.”

“From the moment they come to the moment they leave, you could have just treated them badly from the start. Then it’ll naturally get around how horrible a country this is.”

“Oh! No! We could never be so rude! Never!”

After departing, the traveler said,

“Just a while ago, I thought, ‘It’s a rather wonderful country’—”

To her own motorad.

“But now I’ll revise that to, ‘It was a very splendid country.’”

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-08-31T22:09:41Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Finished chapter 5, taking chapter 6.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Chapter6 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] - '''Completed'''
::*Author's Notes

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Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-08-15T00:31:52Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Finished Prologue and Epilogue; taking Chapter 5.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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2008-08-13T08:21:42Z

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To re-iterate the registration procedure:

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*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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2008-08-09T02:13:44Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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2008-08-09T02:09:56Z

Shuijie:

The only aspect of me relevant to this site (and thus interesting) is my currently translating parts of [[Kino no Tabi]] Vol. 11.

Kino no Tabi:Volume11 Chapter1

2008-08-08T22:57:01Z

Shuijie: Random italicizations mended (?) with nowiki tags.

'''Connected Land -Stand Alone-'''

Through the winter raced a motorad (note: a two-wheeled vehicle, meaning it doesn't fly).

It was a vast expanse of clustered rocky mountains, with not a blade of grass. The road weaved its way through these mountains and gently sloped down the hills, meandering to who-knows-where.

The motorad sped down the road, so packed as if it were frozen. Boxes lay on both sides of its back wheel, and on top, a bag. And strapped on top of that, a sleeping bag, water, and fuel cans.

The sky was a clear blue. The round sun faintly glimmered at a low point in the north. It was the afternoon, drawing near to evening. The air everywhere was chilly, everywhere dry.

“Man, it’s cold…”

The motorad’s driver complained.

The driver was wearing thick, green clothes from head to foot in order to keep out the cold, and near the stomach, in its holster, was a revolver-type Hand Persuader. (Note: a Persuader is a gun; in this case, it is a pistol.)

She wore a furred cap that covered her head and ears, goggles with yellow-tinted lens that covered her eyes, and a cloth wrapped many times around her face. One wouldn’t be able to guess her expression at all. A weak light shone on the driver and motorad’s left.

“The road’s snapped down in steepness compared to noon. Should I read off the temperature to you, Kino?”

So asked the motorad to its driver.

“No, that’s fine. I can tell it’s pretty cold.”

So the driver named Kino promptly replied. The voice came out rather muffled from beneath the cloth.

“Anyway, I think we’re about to hit our ‘destination’ pretty soon. Although…still can’t see it either, Hermes?”

While Kino spoke, she dropped her speed as she rounded about a tight curve. The back wheel skidded to the side and threw up some dust.

After which,

“Still a ways off.”

Just like the motorad Hermes said, straight ahead was only the same curves as before. Kino accelerated again.

“The country we’re heading for now—”

Hermes stopped midway; then,

“Well, it’s not really a ‘country’ anymore, is it?”

So it corrected itself.

“Technically, the ‘remains of a country.’ But that’s a mouthful, so you can keep it to ‘country.’ —it’s been cleared out four
years ago and no one’s there. Someone who used to live there told me that, so it can’t be wrong.”

“That part, I haven’t heard, Kino. Why was it abandoned?”

“Right. I asked him about that, too, but…it was a weird story.”

“What was it?”

“Bad luck, he said.”

“Pardon me?”

“The people lived there for a long time. But one day, a ‘traveling fortune-teller’ came and told their fortune. She said, ‘The buildings and the way the roads are arranged are bad luck. The citizens will meet with misfortune. Someday, everyone will fall through the earth! Everyone will fall to Hell!’”

“So? Just because of that?”

Hermes asked with an expression of surprise, and Kino nodded. Then,

“He said the people were extremely grieved. Rather than rebuild it all over again, immigrating would be faster, so everyone moved to all sorts of different countries. Being scientifically advanced, they were welcomed and readily accepted. And so they lived happily ever after.”

“Uh-huh… There are all kinds of people, aren’t there? People who say right off the bat everyone’s going to be unhappy, people who abandon their country without a second thought, people who detour and think cold thoughts and visit these countries.”
So said Hermes, who was either amazed or profoundly moved.

“Well, I guess that’s true. Although, as long as they’re happy—that is, as long as they’re able to acknowledge they’re happy—then that’s fine.”

So returned Kino.

Driving through another curve, the mountain passed by from view.

And beyond this steep hill lay those country’s remains.

Founded on the basin between the mountains, it was broadly encircled by a stone wall. A country great in size, indeed. Within those high walls, various houses of earthy color dotted the inside as if fine details of a particular pattern.

“We’re coming in.”

So saying, Kino slowly drove Hermes in through the open gate. A great door occupied that wide space in the city walls, whittled and crafted from a large piece of stone. It was ajar and covered in sand.

Kino and Hermes drove into the city now dimly lit by the evening. Crossing the city square laid before the gate, a wide road brought them to its heart.

The buildings by either side were entirely of stone, some as high as five stories. The windows were boarded up, but otherwise, the buildings were intact.

Kino and Hermes proceeded slowly on the lonely road. The sound of Hermes’s engine reverberated upon the buildings and then died in the air.

“Quite fine, this city. ‘course, we haven’t visited very many ruins, though.”

So said Hermes, to whom Kino assented. The road was unlittered, so neat that it easily felt it was only abandoned yesterday.

“Ah…thanks to that.”

So said Kino, stopping Hermes at an intersection. A dull sound resounded in the intersected streets and a small truck passed by.
Upon closer inspection, its tires were fitted with sweeping brushes and water was sprayed from the back. No one was in the driver’s seat. The round handle moved automatically in small movements.

“Oh, my.”

So said a slightly surprised Hermes.

“Look, Kino. It’s unmanned. This city’s as advanced as they said.”

“I heard they left the country without switching off the city management devices.”

So returned Kino, who then sped off with Hermes.

“Why?”

“So that if someone felt like living here, it would look hospitable.”

“How polite of them. —oh! The lights are on.”

In the middle of Hermes’s words, city lights situated between the sidewalk and the edges of the road lit up one by one. As if racing with them on the streets, the lights completely overtook Kino and Hermes.

“So, the city still works. I was told that if I liked, I could live here. —given I wasn’t afraid of Hell.”

“So what’ll you do? You’re not afraid of ‘going to Hell’ all of a sudden, are you?”

Kino replied to the teasing Hermes,

“Lemme think…that’s a good idea. If I leave you upturned over, label you as a neglected vehicle and take one of those cleaning ones with me instead—”

“You shouldn’t. A great person said that those who don’t treat their motorads nicely go to Hell.”

“Oh, that’s frightening. I guess I’ll stop. —let’s find a proper resting place and call it a day. We’ll take a look around tomorrow and then leave the day after.”

Kino picked a particularly large building along the road and investigated inside. Very much like a department store, Kino dragged out a bed from the warehouse and laid it on the empty floor.

After finishing her portable food,

“It’s pretty different from when the wind and the chilly ground are the only things protecting you. —good night, Hermes.”

Still in her thick clothes, revolver beneath her pillow, she curled up in her winter sleeping bag.

In the still, cold thoroughfare, only the systematically lined street lights glowed.

Above, the stars in their brilliant sky glittered briskly.

The next day, Kino awoke with the dawn.

The sky was clear. In the unrelenting cold, Kino lightly wrapped her face in the soaked cloth. Then she conducted her exercises, not so intensive that she would sweat.

Then burned fuel to boil some water. After adding some sugar, she drank her tea. The moment she gingerly finished her portable food, Hermes woke up.

Kino was surprised, and upon Hermes’s saying that it had moments like these, asked,

“So, Kino. What’s the plan for today?”

“Go for some sightseeing, and—”

“Sightseeing and?”

“Scavenging for useful things.”

So replied Kino. After a few seconds, Hermes spoke again.

“So was that the reason for coming here?”

“Yeah, that too.”

“Destined to poverty. Or stingy, I should say. Can’t think of any other words.”

“I don’t object to those.”

So replied Kino.

With all the luggage strapped, Kino and Hermes explored the empty city.

Other than the occasional cleaning truck, no other animated object was there. Not a cloud hung in the sky, and neither was there a living thing in this cold world.

In the heart of the city was a man-made lake. Beside the utterly frozen ice was a large park, containing the last stone monument the city ever made.

The reason for their abandonment was thoroughly explained and properly carved upon it. On the back was written, “It’s no good, I can’t understand this mess at all. From a traveler,” scribbled in paint.

A bit before noon, Kino found a still steam-spewing facility just outside the country’s northern border, and by Hermes’s request inspected its workings. It was a power plant, run on nuclear power and still very much active. Kino went ahead and used the still-operational bathtub, and on occasion,

“Are you still there, Kino?”

“I got to one hundred, Kino.”

“Don’t drown, okay, Kino?”

“If you’re in there too long, you’ll get pruny, Kino.”

She used it for quite a while.

Afterwards, she found a food storehouse and peered inside, finding a great load of preserved grain that was not taken during the immigration.

“Alright!”

“You thief!”

Kino lifted up one of the great, heavy sacks, asked Hermes if it was okay to strap it on, and once it replied yes as long as you don’t mind lots of tire punctures, she put it back.

Just a bit before evening, Kino found an oil-mining purification plant.

“Got it!”

“Take it!”

She replenished enough fuel for Hermes’s tank and the cans she possessed.

When evening arrived, music played in the city deserted but for Kino and Hermes. A gentle melody flowed from the speakers on the street corners, and then twice, it said, “It’s time to return. Be good, everyone, and let’s go home.”

Kino chose a ground floor apartment on a residential for that night’s shelter. She stored Hermes in the empty living room. She broke a number of lightly dusted chairs and used that for wood, starting a fire in a fireplace that had not a speck of ash. Then she tested the switch in the hallway, happily finding that the lights worked, along with the heating system.

Kino tinkered with a television whose monitor was buried in a wooden frame as well, but after two seconds of static, it went dead.

“Oh, well. Let’s go to sleep.”

Using the big sofa for her bed, she curled up in her sleeping bag, more lightly dressed since the room was warm.

“Mm, that was pretty fun.”

“That was. It’s been a while since an empty country, though.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow. Good night, Hermes.”

“Good night, Kino.”

The next morning.

Before departure, Kino was looking for sellable goods, as well as useful items.

“Robbing again, huh, Kino?”

After looking through the apartment,

“Hm…….?”

She found a hung corpse.

The body was in the room adjacent to where she slept, specifically in the small closet. The rope was slack and the feet touched the
floor, such that one would think he were looking down, or even standing. Apparently a middle-aged man, still in full dress, the atmosphere did not allow him to rot but rather mummified him.

On the wall was the suicide’s last message.

Hermes interrogated Kino upon return, to whom she replied,

“It said, ‘I don’t want to leave my country. But I don’t want to go to Hell, either. By my own wish, I will take flight to Heaven myself. I have no regrets.’”

“Hm. I wonder if he made it?”

“Who knows. But—”

“But?”

“He left this. It was near the body.”

From her pocket, she drew out a folding device about as large as a book. Kino sat beside Hermes and inspected it. The device was
black. When it was opened, there was a monitor screen on the lid, and before it a keyboard.

“What do you think it is?”

“There’s something like an antenna on it. Must be a portable computer terminal. It should be able to display textual data on the screen.”

So replied Hermes. Kino asked if you handled it badly would it explode, and Hermes replied probably not. Kino pushed the on button,
and hit random keys on the keyboard. The screen lit on and displayed numbers that looked like the date, then stopped.

“Whatever I press now doesn’t work. Do you know how to use it, Hermes?”

“Surprisingly, no. —not that there’s anyone to ask.”

“Oh, well.”

Kino switched it off. She folded it, wrapped it in cloth, and placed it in her bag.

“What’re you going to do with that?”

“Take it.”

“Thought so.”

Kino drove Hermes to the western gate.

Like when she first came, Kino wore her thick winter clothes, her yellow goggles, and the cloth around her face.

Along the dimly lit road, they periodically passed by the ever-so-diligent sweeping truck.

At length, the apartments on either side disappeared, replaced by a large city block lined with buildings the size of schools or hospitals. Ahead on the wide road, they began to catch sight of the tall city walls. When Kino opened the accelerator to greatly increase her speed,

“Something weird’s off to the left.”

So Hermes suddenly said. Kino closed the accelerator, but did not brake. After letting Hermes move by its own momentum, it stopped.

While turning to behold a large white building, Kino asked Hermes,

“What do you mean by ‘weird’?”

“I wonder. It’s not anything I’ve seen before. It’s kind of like a half-buried egg, a low dome made out of concrete. It’s a strange building. I saw it for an instant from the space there.”

“Then I’ll take a look, too.”

Kino slowly turned Hermes around and then sped to the site. They passed by what seemed like a parking lot and cut past the building,

“See, that.”

Just as Hermes said, they arrived in front of a dome-like bulge. A dome that could house a cemetary or a monument was built in the center of the courtyard. A ramp one car width across was built as the entrance, at the end of which stood a steel door.

Pulling her goggles up and lowering the cloth from her face, Kino’s breath came out in white puffs as she said,

“What is it……? A cemetary? Let’s look at the front.”

Kino drove Hermes slowly down the ramp. As soon as they stopped before the door,

“Welcome.”

A woman’s sedated voice spoke from a speaker by the side. Stunned for a moment, Kino soon replied,

“Ah, hello. What would this—”

Be? Kino was cut off before she finished speaking, and the voice continued on its own.

“In the case that you desire an acquaintance with the master, please wait. In the case you have no business, please depart.”

“What’s that?”

“Who knows?”

Kino and Hermes exchanged their doubts, though when they didn’t move for some time,

“It seems the master will meet with you. Welcome.”

Soon after the voice finished, the metal door slid aside without a sound. What lay ahead was a four-cornered space resembling an
elevator. A space large enough to fit a car in.

“What to do, Kino?”

“Dunno……I don’t quite understand.”

“If there’s a master, then that means someone’s there, right?”

“But this country—”

Should’ve been empty. The moment Kino tried to say that,

“Ah, welcome, welcome! Please come in. Welcome, traveler! The motorad, too!”

A startlingly different voice than before could be heard, belonging to a young man.

“…….”

Kino drove Hermes slowly forward. Once inside the four-cornered space, she cut off the engine. Behind her, the doors began to close

“Are you sure, Kino? It could be a trap.”

“Curiosity got the better of me.”

The doors shut and the box began to move down. So smoothly and without sudden jerks.

After some ten seconds, the elevator was still descending.

“Wow, it’s deep.”

So said an honest Hermes.

It finally stopped, and white doors opposite the ones they came through began to open.

Just after the doors opened, they saw a room. There was a space where a human would live.

Chairs, a table, a chest of drawers—furniture of that sort were arranged in the room. On the walls hung paintings.

In a corner of the room, a large television was mounted on a platform. Brightly lit lamps dangled from the high ceiling. The size and appearance was much like a normal living room. Only there was no window. The walls, of course, thought nothing of it and simply stretched on and on.

“Welcome, traveler.”

There in the center stood a young man.

Slender, he looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in long trousers and a white shirt whose cuffs dangled off his form. His face, too, was thin, beneath short but ruffled ashen hair. His pallor was not unlike a patient in a hospital, but his manner, on the contrary, was very bright, and broke in a short run to approach Kino.

“Umm, good morning. I’m Kino. This here is Hermes.”

After greeting and introducing themselves,

“You must have been the voice earlier.”

“And you’re quite right. –come in, come in. I’ll bring out some tea.”

Kino did as he directed, pushing Hermes into the room. The white walls that opened from the elevator looked like a normal wall of a house from inside. They closed silently.

Kino stood Hermes by the side of a small round table and removed her thick layer of clothes. The room was quite warm, so she shed her jacket as well and sat in a chair with just her shirt. The holster hung on her belt.

The room was adjacent to the kitchen, beyond which seemed like a bedroom. Together, they comprised a space quite like a single-floored house buried underground.

The man prepared the tea in the kitchen and brought the pot out. He set a mug for his personal use and a much newer one for his guest’s use on the table.

As he served tea, the man inquired,

“I wonder, were you about to leave from the western gate? I apologize if I’ve perhaps hindered you.”

Kino followed an affirmative with a negative, answering that as long as they left within the day, time was of no concern.

“Oh, thank goodness!”

He offered tea to Kino. She then said,

“It smells interesting. What kind of tea is this?”

She observed his response. He merely said it was ordinary tea and drank it, after which Kino followed likewise. She said it was delicious.

“Ahh, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a guest. It’s great.”

After the man made his statement, Kino said,

“I’d like to know about a few things…”

“Well, of course. Why I’m living underground, alone, right? Of course I’ll tell you! It’s fun! Telling it, that is. Yep!”

So said the man in a child-like manner with a child-like smile.

“So, why I’m here living alone—”

“Yes.”

“Can’t be helped. I’m sick.”

“A disease, is it?”

“Yep. And there was a high risk of it being contagious.”

“Then, quinidine?”

Neither made a response to Hermes’s question.

After a time, Kino said,

“…quarantine?”

“Yeah, that!

Then Hermes went quiet.

The man nodded several times before fiercely shaking his head.

“Oh, but you’re fine, Kino! Since you’re not from this country. —it doesn’t infect foreigners. The only people who can meet me are foreigners.”

“What kind of disease is this?”

Hermes asked directly. The man replied happily.

“If I’m out in the sun even a little bit, my body becomes a real mess. That’s why I’m here underground. Have you ever heard of something like this during your travels?”

Kino furrowed her eyebrows.

“I have. Only—I never heard that it was contagious.”

“That might be so in other countries, but here, it’s contagious. Only amongst the people in this country. And the reason for that
would be—”

“Would be?”

“Of course, because of the legend! Long, long ago, when our ancestors suffered in the sun’s rays, the chieftain at the time fervently prayed for rain, even if it would mean they would never see the sun ever again. It came true and it did rain, but then the chieftain suddenly couldn’t live when he was in the sunlight. It spread to his family, so they all lived where the sun couldn’t reach them. When they had children, they couldn’t go outside, so they died. The chieftain cried hard. But since then, the sun’s rays no longer harmed them. —That’s the legend handed down in this country! Just like it says, people like me come out from time to time, so they have to quarantine me! You got it now, right?!”

Kino stared at the man, so proud of himself.

“Ahh, I see…”

So she muttered.

“Now we know about the legend, and Kino won’t get infected—”

But Hermes got cut off.

“So that’s that! I’ve been living here for the past eight years, now!”

He announced, eyes sparkling.

“It was hard at first, but it’s no sweat now! Of course, I get my food and drink shipped through the elevator! And they’re all things I like! Oh, there are also stuff I didn’t like at first but I can stand, now! Like raisins! It’s cold up there year-round, but it’s warm in here! The word ‘comfortable’ exists just to describe this place! There’s not a single day that’s boring! I’ll tell you about that later, though!”

Being so happy from talking that he’d be ready to bust at the seams, the man jabbered on and on.

“None of your people come…so why not talk to them by phone?”

“Nope! Wouldn’t want to infect them!”

“…”

A silent Kino stole a glance at Hermes.

“Go on.”

So it replied curtly.

Kino turned back to the man, and proceeded with a hint of a shadow in her face.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Of course! Anything!”

“Then I’ll ask.”

After the man finished his tea with delight and set the mug on the table, Kino asked,

“Are you aware that in this country, no one but you remains?”

After two seconds, the man sputtered, and for twenty seconds, he laughed and laughed.

“Ahahahaha! —that again! That’s so funny! All travelers are so funny!”

Clutching his belly, he proceeded thus for another twenty seconds.

“…….”

Kino watched the scene, silent.

When the laughter subsided,

“All travelers come tell me this. Is there some sort of plot against me? Ahh, that’s just too funny!”

Wiping the tears from his eyes, the man spoke.

“Sorry, but that's a secret, y'know.”

Hermes replied in the same tone, and the man smiled with an "exactly, exactly."

“I remember, ever since four years back when I invited travelers in here, they all started saying that! Like, ‘No one’s in this place anymore,’ or, ‘Do you see? You’ve been left behind.’ They’re so dead-pan, too, so I explode every time.”

Kino remained silent and,

“Well? Well?”

Hermes happily chimed in.

“Well, if you’re trying to fool me, I’m not falling for it. Though it’s very funny. —well, I tell them I don’t believe it, so most give up, but there were some who were really mad, too. And some who said ridiculous things like, ‘Then I’ll show you the truth, come out with me.’ That one’s being pushy. But those people gave up, too. Eventually.”
Kino opened her mouth.

“It doesn’t seem like you believe that ‘no one is in this country anymore’—”

“Ahaha! Of course! There’s no way I’d believe that!”

“And why is that? If you can, please tell me.”

“So that too, huh? —of course, it’s very easy!”

So saying, the man stood up. He walked to the television, picked up the remote that lay on top of it, and pressed a button.

For an instant, the screen flickered to reveal grounds full of young men and women, then an old man before a chalkboard.

“If you apply the proper formula to these numbers—”

“I hate studying.”

So said the man, rapidly switching channels. The screen completely changed to that of a concert hall, where a lady in an elegant dress was performing on a piano.

“……”

Silent, Kino kept her eye on his movements. He flipped through the channel over ten times, all displaying different images. A sport where people were kicking a ball, a cooking channel, a movie in black and white.

In the end, he settled on the piano performance. A brilliant one, of which he commented,

“I bet it’d be great if I could do as much as her.”

So he muttered to himself. Then he turned to Kino and Hermes and smiled.

“Well? These television broadcasts have never stopped in all these years.”

Kino asked, were there any live news broadcasts running, to which he replied,

“Nah. This country never had one to begin with. Everything on this is pre-recorded.”

“Then aren’t these just recorded shows played over and over and over again? It’s not really proof that people are still here.”

So said Hermes. The man happily responded,

“I knew you’d come up with that! Truth is, the traveler before you said the same. —but, oh, once that traveler saw this, he shut up and backed off, though.”

The man stood and then disappeared into a room opposite the kitchen, holding a folding device the size of a book.

It was a pale blue. On the lid was a screen and before it a beyboard.

“Ah, I’ve seen that before.”

So said Hermes. Kino extracted exactly the same device and set it atop the table.

“Oh? This is the first time I’ve ever seen a traveler have one! What a great day! So Kino, how’d you get a hold of one? It’s our country’s equivalent of an ID, so it’s not really possible for you to have one.”

“It fell beside a corpse and I picked it up.”

Upon Kino’s reply, the man broke out in laughter again, holding it for ten seconds.

“You really are much more interesting than these other travelers! People who can tell jokes with such a straight face really are rare!”

“So, what does it do?”
Hermes asked the question. The man eventually regained himself and opened his light blue device. At that moment, the piano concert disappeared and was nearly buried beneath the sudden block of text.

Kino watched the television screen, then inquired,

“What is that?”

“I wonder what?”

So the man replied jokingly, though the one who replied was Hermes.

“That’s the screen for information transfer, isn’t it? That you can operate with that device.”

“Absolutely correct! Amazing! That’ll save me a lot of time. This here’s an outstanding communication device developed in this country. Through it, you can carry out ‘exchanges’ with people in the form of textual data. Television, you just take in the information, but this is different. It’s two-way correspondence.”

“Hmm. Kino, are you following this?”

“Somewhat.”

“You can display it on the device’s screen, but on television, the words are larger and easier to read. —can you two see? I’ll
get it closer.”

He pushed the platform towards them. As it was fitted with wheels, it approached the front of the round table while making noises
from the motor, then stopped.

“I’ll raise it, now.”

With clicks and clatters, the man operated the keyboard. The box atop the platform rose without a sound to a comfortable eye level.
Kino and Hermes watched the screen. There it said,

''<Welcome>'' and ''<Please choose a genre>'' in huge letters.

“This is what I want you to see. You pick a genre and you join in the conversation.”
Below it was a list of some hundred of those genres. It was incredibly diverse, from broad ones like ''<Concerning the Country’s Politics>'', ''<Talking About Life>'', and ''<Counseling>'' to specific ones like ''<Mayonaise on Boiled Vegetables>'' and ''<My belt’s been getting tight recently>''.

“So you’re saying that right now, you can have exchanges with ‘people’ at the other end of the device?”

So asked Kino, answered with an of course by the man.

“Doing it’s very fast. I’ll go to ''<Bored Gathering>'' and start up a topic about a traveler. You can choose to go under your real name or a pseudonym. If people found out I was the guy who was sick, they’d probably freak out, so pseudonym for me. You can also look for topics, too.”

So saying, he hammered away at the keyboard, so fast that the sounds simply fused together. It was as if he had thirty fingers.

“You can play piano, after all.”

So muttered Hermes.

Characters ran violently across the screen.

''<There’s a young traveler on a motorad who just dropped by and is sitting in my room right now. Anyone interested in this?>''

The words jumped to the top of the screen. Ten seconds did not pass when it was met with,

''<Yeah, I am!>''

''<Called me?>''

''<Man, that’s nice. Wonder if he/she might come over?>''

''<Bring it on!>''

''<If that’s true, that’s amazing.>''

''<What kind of person?>''

''<If this’s some cheap gimmick to waste my time, I’m gonna get pissed off! Although I’m bored.>''

''<Whatever, just get on with it.>''

''<ENVY!>''

''<More info, please.>''

''<It is a she? She pretty?>''

All at once. The words from the bottom washed out the ones at top.

“Amazing, isn’t it? These are all the bored people in this country with nothing to do! Every response represents one person’s opinion. Even now, this moment, all these people and I are connected!”

As the youth happily said this, he composed a response with speed beyond visual perception.

''<nowiki><I’m about to explain it right now, so just sit tight, everybody!></nowiki>''

Large characters torrented across the screen, all of which the man interpreted in an instant and replied to.

Once he finished talking about Kino and Hermes from beginning to end,

“Well, let’s try it, then.”

So saying in a slightly mischievous manner, he typed that Kino, like all the other travelers, told him the same lie that “no one other than you is here anymore.”

Various responses came.

''<My God, that’s real hilarious! So what are we, then?>''

''<Dead, of course! Haha!>''

''<nowiki><I know! Travelers have this knack of trying to scare people with lies!></nowiki>''

''<Though, I wonder what’s the motive for telling such a flimsy lie?>''

''<You with the traveler: you live down in a village or something? Is there nobody around? That sort of situation for the lie is too
crazy.>''

''<Maybe he’s shut up in a house all by himself and the traveler dropped by. Then you ought to open the curtains every once in a while, dude. It’s good for you.>''

''<Man, you guys must be so bored.>''

''<Hey, you are, too.>''

''<Come now, don’t fight.>''

''<As I recall, today’s not a holiday. Is everyone off work or something?>''

''<Shh, not that.>''

''<nowiki><I’m playing hookey!></nowiki>''

''<Hey, never underestimate your wife.>''

The man thanked the participators of the conversation for the moment.

''<Well, I’ll go back to talking with the traveler, now. Talk to you later. I’ll tell you more when I come back!>''

After sending this message off, he turned off the power. The numerous characters disappeared off the screen. The television automatically returned to its normal position.

He turned back to Kino, who was sipping tea that had long gone cold, and said,

“See? Well? You think you can fool me when I’m connected to all these people?”

Seeing his brilliant smile,

“…no.”

So Kino replied, and just when you thought he could smile no more, he did.

“Right?! And—”

“And?”

So asked Hermes. The man replied.

“Now you know why I’m never bored! While I’m here, I’m connected to everybody. We fight sometimes, but we still live together! There’s no way I can be lonely!”

“By the way, would you like more tea?”

Kino and Hermes were both silent, so he asked them this.

Kino refused, explaining they had to leave soon. Then she held out the device she picked up and inquired,

“Would it be possible for me to use this, too?”

“Sure. Hold on a sec.”

He connected it to his own device via some sort of cable, switching between the two countless times. Some ten seconds later,

“Done. I’ve configured it so that anyone can use it. So now it’s yours. If you follow the instructions on the screen afterwards,
then you can participate in conversations like I just did.”
Kino received the device back.

“Thank you. I’ll try it later on.”

So she said, placing it in the box on Hermes’s back wheel.

“May I ask you something?”

So asked Kino, to which the man readily consented, saying, “Anything, anything.”

“Then, first of all—would I be able to have these exchanges with people from outside the country?”

“No, it’s impossible. Just with the people here.”

“I see.”

Kino nodded once, then said,

“Since when were you able to carry out these exchanges with these people in this country?”

“Strangely, ever since the travelers started lying to me—”

The man smiled.

“Four years ago.”

Kino drove Hermes through the frigid air, reaching the front of the western gate.
The space before it was a square after all, with cleanly swept benches lined up, and a perpetually silent fountain and a pond drained of water long ago.

Kino braked Hermes and stopped the engine.

“What’s the matter?”

As Hermes asked this, Kino let down the kickstand and got off. She took out the device from the box and removed her gloves, turning the switch on.

While the device launched,

“See, about that…”

Hermes murmured.

“There’s the manufacturing date on the bottom. Looks like it was made six years ago.”

“Which means…”

“That the exchanges could have begun at any time then.”

“…… I see. I got it.”

After the characters appeared on the small screen, Kino searched for the subject the man started up.

There was the man’s ceaseless continuation on the traveler, something along the line of she came and lied to him that no one was there, but he didn’t fall for it.

“………”

After observing this for some time, Kino began typing clumsily.

“What are you going to do, Kino?”

“I think it’s fine to let it be.”

So Kino murmured, and in time, she composed a new message.

''<Just now, I saw the traveler leave through the western gate. Probably the same one you’re talking about. She seemed pretty down that you didn’t fall for the lie.>''

There was no one by the device.

The device was left alone in the square, atop an empty bench.

The screen on the opened lid, displaying Kino’s response toward the man, was soon met with a reply.

''<See!>''

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-08-08T22:04:52Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Claimed Frontispieces and Prologue by project manager's request.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

So in other words, find a chapter, register yourself as the translator, and then translate it. :)

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Frontispiece - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Prologue - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]] (done)
::*Chapter2 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

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Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-08-08T08:57:23Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Claimed chapter 2.

User:Shuijie

2008-08-05T03:31:37Z

Shuijie:

The only aspect of me relevant to this site (and thus interesting) is my currently translating [[Kino no Tabi]] Vol. 11, Ch. 01.

Kino No Tabi:Registration Page

2008-08-03T01:22:14Z

Shuijie: /* Volume11 */ Claimed chapter 1 for translation.

To re-iterate the registration procedure:

*"First Come, First Served": please register your intended chapters here

*The maximum number of chapters you are recommended to work on is no more then half of any given volume

*Maximum number of Translators per volume is two

*Maximum number of volumes you may be active on is one

*This is not some Binding Contract of "I must do the work I put down here". Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).

== List ==

==''Kino no Tabi'' series ==

===Volume 2===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume2|Volume 2]]
::*Frontispiece 1 -
::*Prologue -
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Anecdote
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 3===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume3|Volume 3]]
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 4===
::*[[Kino_no_Tabi:Volume4|Volume 4]]
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Chapter9
::*Chapter10
::*Chapter11
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 5===
::*Chapter 1
::*Chapter 2
::*Chapter 3
::*Chapter 4
::*Chapter 5
::*Chapter 6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 6===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Frontispiece3
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Chapter8
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 7===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume8===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume9===
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Author's Notes

===Volume 10===
::*Frontispiece1
::*Frontispiece2
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

===Volume11===
::*Frontispiece
::*Frontispiece
::*Prologue
::*Chapter1 - [[user:Shuijie|Shuijie]]
::*Chapter2
::*Chapter3
::*Chapter4
::*Chapter5
::*Chapter6
::*Chapter7
::*Epilogue
::*Author's Notes

[[Category:Registration Page]]

User:Shuijie

2008-08-01T07:48:30Z

Shuijie:

Currently interested in helping to translate Kino no Tabi, once I get the contacting through.

User:Shuijie

2008-08-01T07:44:56Z

Shuijie: New page: Currently interested in helping to translate Kino no Tabi.

Currently interested in helping to translate Kino no Tabi.