Yama Arashi and I were greatly impressed and riveted our attention to the dance. Then suddenly, from half a block away, a battle cry erupted. A segment of the gathering, who until now had been peaceably viewing the various sights, suddenly swelled wavelike into left and right halves that began to push and shove. Someone yelled out that a fight had started. At the same time, Red Shirt's younger brother pushed his way through the crowd and informed us that the middle schoolers were retaliating against the teachers' college students, looking to settle the score from the morning's skirmish. Imploring us to come quickly, he dived back into the crowd and disappeared.
As he weaved his way through the fleeing masses at a fast clip, Yama Arashi cursed the students for not leaving well enough alone and rekindling trouble. Not one to stand by idly, he intended to quell the disturbance. Of course I had no intention of running the other way, so I followed closely on his heels. When we arrived at the scene, the fighting was at full fury. There were about sixty teachers' college students, and maybe eighty middle schoolers. The teachers' college students were still in uniform, while most of the middle schoolers had changed back into Japanese dress after the ceremony, making it easy to discern friend and foe. However, they were all in a jumble and grappling so wildly that it was unclear how to pull them apart. Yama Arashi observed the chaos for a moment with a worried look, not knowing what to do. There would be difficulties if the police arrived. He turned to me and suggested we jump in and start breaking it up. Without answering, I quickly threw myself into the fiercest part of the battle. "Stop! Enough! Show some respect for your school! Cease!" I yelled at the top of my voice and tried to force my way to the front line, albeit unsuccessfully. About three meters in I became mired, unable to advance or retreat. Directly in front of me, one of the larger teachers' college students was grappling with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old middle schooler. I ordered him to stop, but as I grabbed his shoulder to force them apart, someone tripped me from behind. Caught off guard, I lost my grip on the student's shoulder and fell down sideways. Someone stepped onto my back with hard shoes. Pushing off with both hands and knees, I picked myself up, sending the guy on my back rolling off to my right. Standing up and looking around, I saw Yama Arashi's large figure about five meters away, yelling for order while being pushed around in a tight pack of student bodies. I called to him to give it up, but he didn't respond. I doubt that he heard me.