As Yama Arashi and I continued to plot our subjugation of Red Shirt, the old woman appeared and announced a student who had come in search of Hotta-sensei. She kneeled at the threshold and explained that the student had been to his residence, learned that he was away, and guessed that he might be over here. Yama Arashi rose and proceeded to the entry hall. After a while he returned and said that the student had invited him to come and see the victory day festivities. There was a large troupe from Kōchi that was here to perform some sort of dance. It was a rare opportunity that mustn't be missed. Yama Arashi seemed greatly intrigued and insisted that I should accompany him. I'd already seen my share of dances in Tōkyō. Every year they set up a dancing stage in town for the festival at Hachiman-sama, so I was familiar with shiokumi and other such dances. I didn't care to watch some idiotic dance by folks from Tosa. However, since Yama Arashi exhorted me so to accompany him, I agreed to go along, and we left through the front gate. The student who had come with the invite was none other than Red Shirt's younger brother, an odd choice for a messenger.