I'd been feeling terribly sorry for poor Uranari, who was still in his formal dress and looking miserable. There was no reason he should have to sit there in haori and hakama and put up with loincloth dancers at his own farewell party. I approached him and suggested that we head home. He replied that I was welcome to go, but it would be a breach of etiquette for the guest of honor to leave early, and he remained anchored to his seat. Who cares for etiquette? Look at this place. This was no farewell party, it was a congregation of lunatics. "Come, let's leave." I forced him out of his hesitation and we started on our way. At that point Noda advanced on us brandishing his broom. "The guest of honor leaving early? Unacceptable! It's the Sino-Japanese negotiations. You can't go." And he held his broom sideways to block our way. He'd already been trying my nerves for some time. I said, "If it's the Sino-Japanese negotiations then you're the Chinaman," and I thwacked him on the head with my bare knuckles. He was stunned for several seconds and looked at me blankly. Then, "Oh, how could you? It's coldhearted to hit a man. I can't believe you would beat your Yoshikawa. Finally the Sino-Japanese negotiations." As he spoke nonsensically, Yama Arashi, who'd perceived trouble brewing, had dispensed with his sword dance and come running over. After sizing up the situation, he promptly grabbed Noda by the scruff of his neck and yanked him backward. "Sino-Japanese ... Ouch! Ouch! This is an outrage!" As he struggled, Yama Arashi twisted him sideways and sent him to the floor with a thud. I don't know what happened next. Uranari and I parted along the way, and when I arrived home it was past eleven.