This fellow Kangetsu is said to be one of my master's former students, and they say that after graduating he went on to achieve higher station than the master. For whatever reason, he still calls from time to time. When he does call, he is never short on words. He seems to have the eye of a certain lady, or then again maybe not. Sometimes the world is wonderful, and sometimes it's a bore. Life is dreadful, or all is romance. Why he should seek out a half-withered man like the master as party to such sentiments is beyond me. Odder still is that the master, oyster-like as he is, eagerly drinks in such words.
"Sorry it's been so long. I'd thought to call, but the end of the year was just crazy. I was off to other quarters," he opened vaguely while twisting at the ties of his haori. "Which quarters were you off to?" the master asked with an earnest look, tugging at the cuffs of his crested black cotton haori. The cotton material had shrunk, and a flimsy under-lining protruded from both sleeves. "Ho, ho, ho. To other quarters than these," Kangetsu replied with a grin. One of his front teeth, is seemed, had gone missing. "What happened to your tooth?" The master shifted the subject. "Ah, that. I was eating shiitake." "You were eating what?" "Just some shiitake. I went to bite through a mushroom cap, and off popped my tooth." "Loosing your tooth to a mushroom - you must be getting old. Might be something poetic there, but certainly nothing romantic." The master clapped my head with the flat of his hand. "Is that that cat of yours? Seems you've been feeding him. Might well be a match for Kurumaya no Kuro. Splendid creature." Kangetsu seemed quite taken with me. "He's been growing," the master stated proudly while tapping me repeatedly. I welcomed the praise, but my head was beginning to ache. "The other night, we gathered for chamber music." Kangetsu took the conversation back to where he'd started. "Where was that?" "Nevermind where. We had three violins, accompanied by piano. It was grand. Three violinists together, even if not first rate, makes quite a sound. It was me with two lady violinists, and I'd like to say I held my own." "I see. And who were these ladies?" the master asked with a hint of envy.