Tsukumodo:Volume 1 Statue

Something belies your expectations.

Things just won't go your way.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Situation like these aren't rare at all.

Let's for instance take a look at a common purchase: some buy branded articles just to find out that they were ripped off, others order something on the Internet and have to realize that they were expecting something entirely different. Stories like these can be found anywhere.

Everyone should have made the experience of just leaving things at that in such cases, or of returning the article in question. More than just once or twice.

But if that said article happens to be a Relic, that won't do.

It's still one thing if it turns out to be fake.

But if it's real and its powers turn out to be completely different, then it's absolutely no laughing matter.

Indeed, it's really no laughing matter.

♦

A child was lying in its bed, breathing painfully.

The child, aged not even 10, was apparently suffering from a high fever since three days. The heat had made her face flush and on her forehead sweat beads kept appearing no matter how many times her mother wiped them away. From time to time she coughed with pain, just to groan due to the head ache that came from the shake.

There was no doctor in this village. The only profession conducted here, where there was nothing but fields, was farming.

There was no medicine in this village. Although some wandering medicine sellers came by at times to spend the night, they didn't have the money to buy from them. Sometimes the villagers could get their hands on some little medicine in exchange for a bed and a breakfast, but by far not enough to suffice for everyone.

Therefore, whoever got ill, had to recover by rest.

Therefore, whoever aggravated his illness, would lose his life.

The day we came to this village, we got to know these conditions.

"I beg you, please save our child!"

For these reasons, it was no wonder that the child's parents relied on us who have played doctor in the past.

Yes, you could say that we had played doctor.

But that was not quite accurate.

We did, in fact, neither use any medicine nor execute any operations.

It was nothing else but his touch.

It was just him touching the patients.

"You needn't worry anymore," he whispered softly and touched the child's forehead with his right hand.

Moments after—

Her wild breath started to calm down bit by bit. The high fever that had made her cheeks red and had brought the sweat on her brow disappeared into oblivion. The endless cycle of painful coughs was broken and the child opened her eyes as if nothing had happened.

"Mm? What's the matter?"

These were the first words after a long three days of high fever.

Her parents burst into tears upon knowing that her life had still gotten saved and embraced the clueless child.

The onlooking villagers were speechless with admiration at first, and then started to overwhelm us with words of appreciation and admiration.

His touch can heal any illness on the spot.

His touch can heal any wound on the spot.

It's a miracle that can hardly be of human hand.

A deity dwells in his right hand—

♦

"'Sup everyone!"

With a casual greeting I, Tokiya Kurusu, entered the shop.

The interior was stuffed with miscellaneous things like accessories, jars, portraits and whatnot. "Stuffed", not "stocked", for it looked much more like a storeroom than a store. Although storerooms might still be tidier than this.

And this deserted backstreet shop, the Tsukumodo Antique Shop (FAKE), was where I worked part-time.

"Nobody here?"

Normally, a rather blunt girl clad all in black was supposed to stand behind the counter, but apparently, she was in the other part of the building.

I opened the door and went further inside. The shop was directly connected to the dwelling of the two by a door at the rear.

I entered the living room and found something strange on the table instead of the people I was looking for.

"What's this?"

It was a potted plant and a doll of a dog. Some sort of weed was planted in the pot and tied to the doll by a cord. Moreover, there was a clock face on the pot with a hand showing the time.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be an alarm clock and was set to 5pm.

It was in fact just one minute before 5 o'clock. The dog opened its eyes and started to stroll about on the table, pulling the weed slowly out of the pot.

While it was too deep for me, it was some kind of automaton clock by all appearances.

As the weed was being pulled, its brown root became slowly visible. Watching the root closely, it suddenly looked to me like a human head and gave me the shivers.

I was not, however, surprised. The owner of this shop was a sucker for such vogue merchandise.

(But wow, this is one grotesque alarm clock. I wouldn't think of waking up to such a thing each morning.)

While these thoughts crossed my mind, the dog kept removing itself from the pot bit by bit and more of the head-like root appeared.

Somehow that alarm clock started to remind me of something.

(Let me think...

Wasn't there some tale or legend where dogs were used to pull up some kind of plant?)

What was it called, again... Mm...)

"Ah. Mandrake it was."

When the mandrake root is pulled up, the plant screams and kills all who hear it, which is why dogs are used to do the picking...

"...Oh no, please not."

It was just when a bad premonition struck me that the clock hand pointed at the five and the dog doll made the last step.

The head-like root slipped out of the pot and raised a scream while pulling a face like The Scream by Edvard Munch.

"KRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEY!"

I smacked the mandrake clock.

The clock fell down on the floor and continued to groan there.

"Tz, just a fake," flicked a woman as she appeared as though she had been watching all the time.

It was the owner of this shop as well as my employer, Towako Setsutsu.