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	"Kuwaa~n... aanaan iya aaaaan... ufuu~n...," as the usual, strangely erotic sound of the idiotic bell could be heard behind him, Banri was already halfway across the bridge, at the head of the group.		"Kuwaa~n... aanaan iya aaaaan... ufuu~n...," as the usual, strangely erotic sound of the idiotic bell could be heard behind him, Banri was already halfway across the bridge, at the head of the group.
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	But he couldn’t hear the sound of anything dropping into the water.		But he couldn’t hear the sound of anything dropping into the water.

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	Their eyes met sidelong, quietly.		Their eyes met sidelong, quietly.

	The man crouched down as if blind drunk, or maybe crying, or perhaps suddenly fallen ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, a single mysterious character, something like a <span id="back_wa">[[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"wa"]]</span> or a [[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"re"]] , was gleaming with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed because it flickered. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.		The man crouched down as if blind drunk, or maybe crying, or perhaps suddenly fallen ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, a single mysterious character, something like a <span id="back_wa">[[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"wa"]]</span> or a [[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"re"]], was gleaming with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed because it flickered. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.

	Startled, because the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...		Startled, because the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...

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	Their eyes met sidelong, quietly.		Their eyes met sidelong, quietly.

	The man crouched down as if blind drunk, or maybe crying, or perhaps suddenly fallen ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, a single mysterious character, something like a "wa" ~~or a~~ "re"<~~ref~~>~~わ (~~wa~~) and れ (~~re~~) look similar in Japanese.</ref>~~, was gleaming with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed because it flickered. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.		The man crouched down as if blind drunk, or maybe crying, or perhaps suddenly fallen ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, a single mysterious character, something like a <span id="back_wa">[[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"wa"]]</span> or a [[Golden Time:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#"wa" - "re"\|"re"]] , was gleaming with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed because it flickered. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.

	Startled, because the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...		Startled, because the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...
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	~~<p style="margin: 32px 0 0; font-size:125%; font-weight:bold;">Notes:</p>~~

	~~<references />~~

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	"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to a R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.		"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to a R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.

	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be ~~Japan’s longest wooden bridge~~<~~ref~~>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html ~~Japan’s~~ longest wooden bridge]</~~ref~~>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be <span class="plainlinks">[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan's longest wooden bridge]</span>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let's make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, they set up statues of the "~~Seven Gods of Fortune~~"~~<ref~~>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</~~ref~~>. The child-sized statues were arranged along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above ~~Fukurokuju~~ <~~ref~~>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</~~ref~~>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Practically saying "Please sound the bell", a mallet was placed beside it. The fact that the bell's toll reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be: "Well, there's nothing you can do about it."		Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let's make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, they set up statues of the <span class="plainlinks">[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</span>. The child-sized statues were arranged along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above <span class="plainlinks">[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</span>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Practically saying "Please sound the bell", a mallet was placed beside it. The fact that the bell's toll reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be: "Well, there's nothing you can do about it."

	However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn't ring the bell. The only person who would make the perverted noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.		However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn't ring the bell. The only person who would make the perverted noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.

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	"Haaasss beeenn ruuunnng by..."		"Haaasss beeenn ruuunnng by..."

	"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to an R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.		"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to a R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.

	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

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	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "~~Let’s~~ make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> ~~were arranged~~. The child sized statues were ~~set up~~ along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Practically saying "Please sound the bell", a mallet was placed beside it. The fact that the ~~bell’s~~ toll reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be: "Well, ~~there’s~~ nothing you can do about it."		Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let's make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, they set up statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref>. The child-sized statues were arranged along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju <ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Practically saying "Please sound the bell", a mallet was placed beside it. The fact that the bell's toll reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be: "Well, there's nothing you can do about it."

	However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, ~~couldn’t~~ ring the bell. The only person who would make the ~~obscene '''(!<!-- I'm thinking, go as far as saying '~~perverted~~' for the sake of humour. ~ MatrixM -->)'''~~ noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.		However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn't ring the bell. The only person who would make the perverted noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.

	"Huh? What happened to that guy?"		"Huh? What happened to that guy?"

	Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace, and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked, "Eh? What?"		Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace, and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked, "Eh? What?"

	"Look, there... Maybe he is not feeling well? Is he alright?"		"Look, there... Maybe he is not feeling well? Is he alright?"

	On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of ~~Banri’s~~ group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-high guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced sidelong at the guy, but hesitated to call out to him, instead slowly approaching, quietly said to himself,		On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of Banri's group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-high guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced sidelong at the guy, but hesitated to call out to him, instead slowly approaching, quietly said to himself,

	"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."		"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."

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Prologue

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	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged. The child sized statues were set up along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. ~~Like~~ saying, "Please sound the bell," a mallet was placed ~~alongside~~. The fact that the bell’s ~~sound~~ reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be, "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."		Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged. The child sized statues were set up along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Practically saying "Please sound the bell", a mallet was placed beside it. The fact that the bell’s toll reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be: "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."

	However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn’t ring the bell. The only person who would make the obscene noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.		However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn’t ring the bell. The only person who would make the obscene '''(!<!-- I'm thinking, go as far as saying 'perverted' for the sake of humour. ~ MatrixM -->)''' noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.

	"Huh? What happened to that guy?"		"Huh? What happened to that guy?"

	Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked, "Eh? What?"		Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace, and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked, "Eh? What?"

	"Look, there... Maybe he is not well? Is he alright?"		"Look, there... Maybe he is not feeling well? Is he alright?"

	On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of Banri’s group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-~~height~~ guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced sidelong at the guy, but hesitated to call out to him, instead slowly approaching, quietly said to himself,		On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of Banri’s group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-high guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced sidelong at the guy, but hesitated to call out to him, instead slowly approaching, quietly said to himself,

	"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."		"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."

Simon at 21:36, 26 November 2012

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	"Kuwaa~n... aanaan iya aaaaan... ufuu~n...," as the usual, strangely erotic sound of the idiotic bell could be heard behind him, Banri was already halfway across the bridge, at the head of the group.		"Kuwaa~n... aanaan iya aaaaan... ufuu~n...," as the usual, strangely erotic sound of the idiotic bell could be heard behind him, Banri was already halfway across the bridge, at the head of the group.

Sacredus: 2x Japan’s longest wooden bridge > Japan’s longest wooden bridge

2012-10-03T22:17:44Z

2x Japan’s longest wooden bridge > Japan’s longest wooden bridge

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	"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to an R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.		"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to an R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.

	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be ~~Japan’s longest wooden bridge~~ Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged. The child sized statues were set up along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Like saying, "Please sound the bell," a mallet was placed alongside. The fact that the bell’s sound reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be, "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."		Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged. The child sized statues were set up along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Like saying, "Please sound the bell," a mallet was placed alongside. The fact that the bell’s sound reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be, "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."

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Reverted edits by 71.90.69.188 (talk) to last revision by Acolyte

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	"Haaasss beeenn ruuunnng by..."		"Haaasss beeenn ruuunnng by..."

	"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!"		"Kana<nowiki>~~~da~~~~</nowiki>!" ...Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands and waving their right fists to an R&B rhythm, Banri and the vice-captain sang out in chorus. "Upperclassmen are idiots!", a second-year student running up after them gazed upon the two with disapproval. Another of the second-years said, "Don't they do that every day?", with a stunned look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the juniors got of it, they couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said, "Nothing wrong, is there?" Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied, "Right," and nodded.

	~~Holding imaginary microphones in their left hands~~ and ~~waving their right fists~~ to ~~an R&B rhythm~~, ~~Banri~~ and the ~~vice-captain sang out in chorus~~.		Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated this side (the mountains) from that side (the sea), which could be sensed in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow trembling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	"~~Upperclassmen are idiots~~!"		Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely descend upon us!" They had interminable meetings upon worse meetings, and in the end, on the mountain side of the bridge, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged. The child sized statues were set up along a fairly sloping mountain trail, making an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a huge bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. Like saying, "Please sound the bell," a mallet was placed alongside. The fact that the bell’s sound reverberated in a strangely sensual way they decided to leave be, "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."

	~~A second-year student running up after them gazed at the two with disapproval.~~		However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge, and consequently the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn’t ring the bell. The only person who would make the obscene noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.

	~~"Don't they do that every day?"~~

	~~Another one of the second-years said, with a bewildered look on his face. No matter how uncool it was, or how tired the underclassmen got tired of it, they could do nothing about it.~~

	~~Looking at the vice-captain, Banri said,~~

	~~"Nothing wrong with it, is there?"~~

	~~Playing along with him, the vice-captain replied,~~

	~~"Right," and nodded.~~

	Banri and the other track club members ran this bridge every day, on what was said to be Japan’s longest wooden bridge<ref>[http://exploreshizuoka.blogspot.com/2010/09/horai-bashi-worlds-longest-wooden.html Japan’s longest wooden bridge]</ref>. Even as a local, he thought the same: it was certainly long. A big river separated one side (the mountains) from another (the sea), which could be seen in the hazy distance. Especially now, the scenery was blurred by the dusty spring wind and, somehow wrinkling, looked even more distant. Because the bridge was so long, ten years ago, a travel program had featured it on their show.

	Next thing you know, there was a bridge boom! City Hall climbed on board this expected fad, saying, "Let’s make sure we please the tourists that will surely come here!" They convened at endless meetings after even longer meetings; and in the end, statues of the "Seven Gods of Fortune"<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Lucky_Gods "Seven Gods of Fortune"]</ref> were arranged on the mountain view side of the bridge. The child sized statues were erected along a gently sloping mountain trail, making for an easy hiking course. Just before the grove of trees was cut off by the bridge at the end of the trail, above Fukurokuju<ref>[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukurokuju Fukurokuju]</ref>, a large bell was hung, with its sound bringing good fortune to the opposite bank. With the saying, "Please sound the bell" in mind, a mallet was placed alongside the bell. Even though the bell’s sound reverberated in a strangely sensual way, they decided to leave it be thinking, "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it."

	However, the few tourists that came were busy taking pictures of the view from the bridge; and consequently, the only visitors to the statues were either the neighborhood dogs on walks, or the local high-school track team training. The dogs, of course, couldn’t ring the bell. The only person who would make the obscene noise by ringing the bell was Kanada.

	"Huh? What happened to that guy?"		"Huh? What happened to that guy?"

	Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked,		Banri spotted someone, after he eased off on his pace and turned back around. Surprised, the vice-captain asked, "Eh? What?"

	"Eh? ~~What~~?"		"Look, there... Maybe he is not well? Is he alright?"

	~~"Look, there... Maybe he isn't well? Is he alright?"~~		On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of Banri’s group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-height guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced sidelong at the guy, but hesitated to call out to him, instead slowly approaching, quietly said to himself,

	On the bridge itself, a little further ahead of Banri’s group, a man wearing a khaki jacket was crouched down. He was clinging to the knee-~~high~~ guardrail as if he could hardly hold himself up. Banri glanced ~~aside towards~~ the ~~man~~, but hesitated to call out to him~~. Instead~~, he slowly ~~approached~~, quietly ~~saying~~ to himself,

	"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."		"I’ve got a bad feeling about this..."
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	That very moment, he passed by.		That very moment, he passed by.

	Their eyes met, quietly.		Their eyes met sidelong, quietly.

	The man, crouched down as if ~~he was~~ blind drunk or crying, or ~~as if he~~ suddenly ~~fell~~ ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. ~~A flicker~~ of ~~light brought~~ his ~~attention to~~ a single mysterious character, something like a "wa" or a "re"<ref>わ (wa) and れ (re) look similar in Japanese.</ref>, ~~on the back of his hand that~~ was gleaming a faint yellow. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.		The man crouched down as if blind drunk, or maybe crying, or perhaps suddenly fallen ill, covered his face with both hands and looked at Banri through a gap between his fingers. On the back of his hand, a single mysterious character, something like a "wa" or a "re"<ref>わ (wa) and れ (re) look similar in Japanese.</ref>, was gleaming with a faint yellow light that Banri noticed because it flickered. He didn’t understand its meaning, but leaving that aside, the man's eyes were opened wide in surprise.

	Startled, the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...		Startled, because the area of the man's half-hidden nose had a strange...

	"~~Uwoh~~, ~~whoa~~!"		"Uo, o!"

	Because he was looking over to the side for too long, ~~Banri~~ lost his balance and stumbled a few steps. He really didn’t want to be seen like that.		Because he was looking way over to the side for too long, he lost his balance and stumbled a few steps. He really didn’t want to be seen like that.

	"Banri!"		"Banri!"

	~~Sounding surprised~~, the vice-captain ~~called out his name~~. As if it were to blame, the elbow of Banri's windbreaker was nudged.		Calling out his name, the vice-captain sounded surprised, too. As if it were to blame, the elbow of Banri's windbreaker was nudged.

	"That’s dangerous! What’re you doing?"		"That’s dangerous! What’re you doing?"
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	"But, but something about that guy… what!? No way!?"		"But, but something about that guy… what!? No way!?"

	Banri was ~~suddenly~~ running backwards, blinking while ~~he persisted to search~~ for the person he must have just passed.		Stubbornly, Banri was already running backwards, blinking while searching for the person he must have just passed.

			He may have been seeing things, or it may have been a waking dream.

	~~It may be that he was simply seeing things, or it may have been a day dream.~~

	However many times he looked back, the unfortunate phantom was now nowhere to be found. He suddenly wasn’t there. He had simply disappeared.		However many times he looked back, the unfortunate phantom was now nowhere to be found. He suddenly wasn’t there. He had simply disappeared.

	Was it entirely his imagination? Was it a hallucination? No, or maybe, no way… did he fall off the bridge?		Was it entirely his imagination? Was it a hallucination? No, or maybe, no way… did he fall off the bridge?

	But, he couldn’t hear the sound of anything dropping into the water.		But he couldn’t hear the sound of anything dropping into the water.