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Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
The sound of the cicadas mixed with the soothing sound of the river created an orchestra of peace and relaxation. Indeed, it was as if nature itself was proclaiming to the world that Summer has arrived in Japan, and it was something to be appreciated.
Well, something that should be appreciated.
For a toddler waiting for his father to finish shopping, the only thing that he was concerned with was how high he can get his rubber ball to bounce. As his eyes followed the ball up and down, something far into the distance caught his eye. Atop a large hill, surrounded by lush forests was a lonely looking building. It looked old, but strong. A building that seemed to blend in with its surroundings, instead of something that shouldn’t belong. The fact that the toddler noticed the building at all is amazing. Unfortunately, with his attention now completely focused on this building, the toddler’s rubber ball was forgotten as it rolled away.
“What are you looking at?” the toddler’s father asked him as he emerged from the store.
“...What building is that?” the toddler asked his father, pointing far into the distance. Arching his neck, the father followed his son’s finger until his eyes gazed upon the building as well.
“Ahhh...That’s the Kōsaten Ryokan. It’s an Inn...a hotel.”
“Hotel? So it’s like that place where you take those pretty women at night?”
The father blushed and coughed loudly, trying to cover up what his son said. The bewildering looks from the old women sitting on the nearby bench proved his attempts were in vain. “N-no, son. Not like those. The Kōsaten is a place where you stay and rest. The hotels I go to, you don’t get to...um...relax as much.”
The toddler simply tilted his head, and shrugged. “That’s weird. Why do they need to go so far up a hill just to rest? Can’t they do that at home?”
The father pats his son’s head and replies “I said that same exact question to my father. He told me ‘Son, sometimes the people who rest at the Kōsaten don’t have a home like you and I do. To others, the Kōsaten is a place to rest your soul.’ I didn’t believe him, of course. That is, until I stayed there myself.”
“A place to rest your soul...” The toddler simply repeated what his father said, not exactly understanding what it meant. “This Kōsaten sounds fun. I want to rest my soul!” the toddler stated, tugging at his father’s sleeve.
The father simply chuckled. “Maybe next time. Daddy needs to save up a bit more money before we can go together.”
“Oh...that shouldn’t take too long, if you didn’t go to those other hotels!”
Again, coughing to cover up his son’s unrestrained speech, the father quickly retorted “Y-yeah! Of course! I’ll stop. Just...uh, just stop talking about it, OK?”
The toddler simply flashed his father a beaming smile, proud of himself for convincing his dad to take him to the Kōsaten. He grasped his father’s hand, and they started back home. However, the toddler turned his head, wishing to look at the Kōsaten one last time before heading home. What he saw instead was a small white wolf, carrying his rubber ball in its mouth, staring back at him. Before the toddler could get his father’s attention, the white wolf swiftly turned around, and ran into the forest surrounding the Kōsaten Ryokan.
The sound of the cicadas mixed with the soothing sound of the river created an orchestra of peace and relaxation. Indeed, it was as if nature itself was proclaiming to the world that Summer has arrived in Japan, and it was something to be appreciated.
Well, something that should be appreciated.
For a toddler waiting for his father to finish shopping, the only thing that he was concerned with was how high he can get his rubber ball to bounce. As his eyes followed the ball up and down, something far into the distance caught his eye. Atop a large hill, surrounded by lush forests was a lonely looking building. It looked old, but strong. A building that seemed to blend in with its surroundings, instead of something that shouldn’t belong. The fact that the toddler noticed the building at all is amazing. Unfortunately, with his attention now completely focused on this building, the toddler’s rubber ball was forgotten as it rolled away.
“What are you looking at?” the toddler’s father asked him as he emerged from the store.
“...What building is that?” the toddler asked his father, pointing far into the distance. Arching his neck, the father followed his son’s finger until his eyes gazed upon the building as well.
“Ahhh...That’s the Kōsaten Ryokan. It’s an Inn...a hotel.”
“Hotel? So it’s like that place where you take those pretty women at night?”
The father blushed and coughed loudly, trying to cover up what his son said. The bewildering looks from the old women sitting on the nearby bench proved his attempts were in vain. “N-no, son. Not like those. The Kōsaten is a place where you stay and rest. The hotels I go to, you don’t get to...um...relax as much.”
The toddler simply tilted his head, and shrugged. “That’s weird. Why do they need to go so far up a hill just to rest? Can’t they do that at home?”
The father pats his son’s head and replies “I said that same exact question to my father. He told me ‘Son, sometimes the people who rest at the Kōsaten don’t have a home like you and I do. To others, the Kōsaten is a place to rest your soul.’ I didn’t believe him, of course. That is, until I stayed there myself.”
“A place to rest your soul...” The toddler simply repeated what his father said, not exactly understanding what it meant. “This Kōsaten sounds fun. I want to rest my soul!” the toddler stated, tugging at his father’s sleeve.
The father simply chuckled. “Maybe next time. Daddy needs to save up a bit more money before we can go together.”
“Oh...that shouldn’t take too long, if you didn’t go to those other hotels!”
Again, coughing to cover up his son’s unrestrained speech, the father quickly retorted “Y-yeah! Of course! I’ll stop. Just...uh, just stop talking about it, OK?”
The toddler simply flashed his father a beaming smile, proud of himself for convincing his dad to take him to the Kōsaten. He grasped his father’s hand, and they started back home. However, the toddler turned his head, wishing to look at the Kōsaten one last time before heading home. What he saw instead was a small white wolf, carrying his rubber ball in its mouth, staring back at him. Before the toddler could get his father’s attention, the white wolf swiftly turned around, and ran into the forest surrounding the Kōsaten Ryokan.
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