Yama Arashi stopped by my lodgings as agreed. I'd been feeling quite sorry in recent days about Uranari's plight. Now that the day for formal goodbyes had arrived, he seemed so pitiable that, if I could, I'd gladly go in his place. On the occasion of his farewell party, I wanted to give him a hearty send-off with eloquent words. However, my poor speaking ability made doing so out of the question. I thought to use Yama Arashi, with his powerful voice, as my proxy to strike some fear into Red Shirt, and that's why I'd invited him over.
I began by starting to explain the Madonna affair, but of course Yama Arashi knew even more about this than I did. I told him about my encounter on the Nozeri River embankment, and how Red Shirt was an idiot. He objected that I was labeling everyone around me an idiot. "Didn't you call me an idiot at the school today? If I'm an idiot then Red Shirt can't be. I don't want to be cast as of the same type." I suggested that in that case we call Red Shirt a spoony jackass, and he readily agreed. Yama Arashi is a strong man, but when it comes to insults I'm by far his superior. I wonder if this is generally true of Aizu men.
Next I told him about the pay raise and Red Shirt's hint that I would take on greater responsibility. Yama Arashi took this to mean Red Shirt was after his dismissal. I asked if he had any intention of letting himself be dismissed. He answered defiantly that if he were to be dismissed then Red Shirt was going out with him. When I pushed back by asking how he intended to make that happen, he said he didn't know yet. Yama Arashi may be strong, but he doesn't seem very wise. The old fellow was greatly pleased to hear how I'd turned down Red Shirt's pay raise offer, and he complimented me on the virtues of a Tōkyō man.