Shortly after noon, Sanshirō departed. The entrance to the event was in a corner of the athletic grounds on the south end. Large Japanese and British flags waved in the air. Display of the Japanese flag made perfect sense, but the British flag left Sanshirō puzzled. He imagined it might be in honor of the Anglo-Japanese Alliance. Then again, he had no idea what connection the Anglo-Japanese Alliance could have to a track and field competition at the university.
The athletic grounds were a rectangular lawn. Being deep into autumn, the color of the grass had largely faded. The spectator stands were on the west side. They were bordered by a large berm in the back and a fence in the front. The spectators, by plan, were corralled into the space between. It was a narrow space, and uncomfortably crowded by the great many people who'd turned out to watch. Fortunately, the weather was mild and there was no chill in the air. Many of the spectators, though, were wearing coats. At the same time, many of the women had arrived with parasols.
Sanshirō saw, to his disappointment, that the ladies' seats were sectioned off and access was restricted. Also, there were many distinguished-looking gentlemen present, dressed in frock coats and such. He felt himself, by comparison, of little import. His pride as a "young man of the new age" was taken down a notch or two. Even still, he didn't neglect to survey the ladies' section through the sea of heads. It was hard to see clearly from his angle, but the ladies, exquisitely dressed, made a lovely sight. From a distance, all of the faces were beautiful. At the same time, none stood out as exceptional. They were beautiful as a whole. A warm kind of charm that men cannot but revere. To Sanshirō's further disappointment, no single woman triumphed over another. However, he continued searching, keeping up his hopes. The two of them were indeed present, together in the very front, close to the fence.