I woke the following day sore from head to toe. The first brawl after a long hiatus is hard on one's body. At this rate, my tough guy reputation was in danger. As I lay there in bed, the old woman brought me the Shikoku News. I was really too beat to look at a newspaper, but no respectable man lets a minor altercation disrupt his routine. As I forced myself onto my stomach and opened the paper to the second page, I was shocked by what I saw. Yesterday's brawl had been written up. I wasn't shocked that it was written up, but rather by what they had written. "A certain middle school instructor named Hotta, along with a brazen newcomer from Tōkyō, incited our good students to instigate a civil disturbance. Both were at the scene directing their students, and both wantonly assaulted teachers' college students without provocation." An editorial piece followed. "Our middle school, with its gentle and virtuous spirit, has long been the envy of the entire nation. This honored position has now been jeopardized through the insolence of these two novice instructors. Since the entire community has been disgraced, we must rise up in our indignation and demand that the parties responsible be held to account. We trust that the authorities in charge will act on our behalf to administer the appropriate sanctions and ensure that these rogues are barred for perpetuity from positions in academia." As if to indicate censure, an emphatic black dot had been placed above each character in the text. I cursed them from my bed and then jumped to my feet. As I did so, I noted with wonder that the intense aches in my body eased immediately, as if forgotten.