"So that's what all that's about? I had no idea. Then if you're the orchestrator, and when the time comes the invites go out in your name, can you really count on all those distinguished members attending?"
Yojirō looked Sanshirō straight in the face. Then he turned away with a wry smile.
"Don't be an idiot. I'm the orchestrator, but behind the scenes. All I had to do was scheme up the event. Then I advised Haraguchi and arranged for him to coordinate everything."
"Of course I did - are you stuck on the farm? You should attend too, by the way. It'll happen any day now."
"What could I do in company like that? I'll pass."
"That's the farm boy talking again. Those men are renowned because they've been at it longer than others. That's the only difference. Some have masters degrees and some have doctorates, but when you talk to them there's nothing special. For one thing, they don't see themselves as anything extraordinary. You really should attend. The experience will serve you well."
"Where will it be?"
"Probably the Seiyōken in Ueno."
"I've never been in a place like that. I imagine it's expensive."
"I'd guess about two yen. Don't worry about paying. If you don't have it, I'll cover for you."
Sanshirō immediately recalled the situation with the twenty yen. Strangely enough, though, nothing struck him as incongruous. By and by, Yojirō proposed that they head out to Ginza for tempura. His treat. Yojirō was quite a character. Sanshirō, the quintessential yes-man, this time declined. Instead, they went out walking together. On the way back, they stopped at Okano, where Yojirō bought a great quantity of chestnut manjū. Saying they were a treat for the professor, he set off for home clutching his bag.