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CARL GALLAGHER IN EVERY EPISODE

This is the fourth part of the snippet of my story set in 1908 Japan. I hope you like it, and if anyone has any information on how the Turkana hunt(I didn't have any good information on hand so I just presumed tactics revolving around stalking, spears and general regional tactics. Please correct me if my assumptions were wrong). I hope you all enjoy it, though it is a bit long.

Cherry walked down the street, bustling with people in the late hours of the evening when cities came alive, gas light shining in rambling patterns across his path. He was in a rather large settlement, more of a town than a city, just north of the city of Akita, the capital of the prefecture of the same name. He’d arrived shortly before, having left the mountains and forest for the coastline town. His face was sterner than usual, nervous about something, yet also seeming to not know what to be nervous about. As he walked he was blanketed by the rambunctious yells of off-the-clock workers from inns, recusants, gambling dens and even simple street corners. The sweet smells of confectionaries and alcohol drifted along on the noise night air, accompanied by the smell of cooking pork and fired fish. And yet he wore a grimace on his face, doddering along with a nervous aimlessness between the crashing waves of crowds. He passed people of various ages, though far more men than women, in various mismatched dress, either in western costumes, traditional clothing or some amalgam of the two.

Some people bowed to him as he continued on, placing their hands together in prayer. He quickly fabricated a pious smile on his face in return, bowing to them thankfully. This ironically made a few drunkards scramble to hide their condition from the monk, that or they believed they were hallucinating and called it a night. He was intending to stop here for the night, then continue on to Akita. That is if he could find somewhere to stay for the night. He had been given some money in a previous town he had visited, having conducted a funeral ceremony and been paid despite his own protests. It was also the town he was going towards after he left Collier. Though, unusually to the monk, it was supposed to be a two days walk from where he had left Collier and yet he had made it in one night.

His memory was foggy from the drink Collier had given him, so he just assumed he had either found a shortcut, or had lost a few days to the drink, despite not being all that tired. Regardless, he had some money, so he would find a place to rest for the night and try and calm his thoughts.

He was looking around for just that, having walked a decent way further into town, when he heard a familiar voice yelling from a shop. It was an open gambling den it seemed, gambling tables and game boards scattered about the room. And at one, towering the others at his table even when sitting down, was Collier. He was wearing a whitish kimono covered in red poppies, a flower unusual to the monk, a vertically collared white shirt on underneath bound in a simple pinkish tie. He sat in a relaxed manner, smiling at the other men at his table and chatting with them occasionally as he held his cards in one hand. Cherry tried to rush past, not having the energy to deal with the man, nor wanting to drag him into his own worries. He seemed to have the talent to seamlessly intrude upon people.

But in the end it was fruitless.

“Wait… Cherry, my dear fellow is that you?!” Collier called out, leaning his head out of the gambling den. Cherry tried to keep walking but he called out again, “are you well?”

“Yes, I’m just trying to find somewhere cheap to stay for the night,” Cherry replied dismissively, trying to brush past the interaction.

“Really, oh one second… Oh, Cherry, my friend, Ma-San here knows a good place!” Collier called, gesturing to one of his gambling opponents, an older man, leaning back to wave at the monk, now having glanced back to look at them.

“I’ll be more than happy to show you after we finish this game! Come sit with us for the moment,” Ma called, a wide smile on his face. He looked at them with a dower expression, quickly weight the outcome in his head. The simple rationality of quickly finding a room struggling against an innate, petty desire to not spend time with Collier. In the end, the latter lost out.

He turned around and walked over to the den. It was open, shōji[1] partitioning the open spaces that looked over the street, intricately painted patterns adorning the insides as if it were a temple. He stepped onto the patio, his wooden sandals clacking on the hardwood planks of the raised section, removing them before stepping on the tatami mats of the building.

There were four men, including Collier, all sat around a somewhat small wooden table that was raised slightly from the mat. It was covered in hanafuda cards and irregular piles of money assembled from loose coins and paper notes. The other players, along with Ma and Collier, looked up at Cherry as he entered, one smiling with a mouth shirt of two teeth, while the other simply gave an acknowledging nod. Cherry sat down slightly away from them, keeping his back straight and his legs folded under him. “Would you care to join…?” The smiling man asked, unsure of the question though likely knowing he would be refused.

“No thank you, I don’t gamble,” Cherry replied shortly, a level expression his face.

“Of course you don’t,” The fourth man grumbled, picking up a card from the deck and placing it on the table, Ma chuckling at him as he came up bust.

“Ah, cheer up Nanaga-Kun, don’t be so dull,” the older man declared mockingly, the younger man glaring up at him furiously. Nanaga was about the same age of Cherry in appearance, his black hair done in a pomaded parting, leaving him with a forehead creased in a frown. His eyes were narrow, beetle black eyes dowerly staring at his hand, a narrow nose shoved between them. He was dressed in western styled dress, bar form a yukata robe he wore over his shirt, a pair of black western style trousers matching the robe. Ma was the oldest of the players, his face temped by wrinkles around a warm, if innocently wicked, smile. He wore a more casual kimono compared to Collier, a pair of wire frame glasses resting in a dint on his crooked nose. The toothless man, whose name Cherry had not heard, was dressed the most casually out of all of them, his robes slipping off his sloped shoulders and smelling strongly of sea salt and sake.

“Anyway,” Ma declared, absentmindedly playing his cards and matching a few cards, Cherry assuming they were playing Koi-Koi[2]. “You were telling us about one of your trips to Africa,” Ma continued, an interest expression on his face, suggesting he was the one who invited Collier to tell the story.

“Ah, right… Where was I?” Collier asked, mostly to himself as he took his turn. “Koi-Koi… Oh, right I was the Sudan at the time, I was intending to travel down through Kenya into Tanzinika, a part of German East Africa. I travelled most of it down a ferry ship that was going up the Nile, the most beautiful views. Golden expanses of sand that stretched out for eternities after the lush green banks of that glorious river!” Collier described with an energized look on his face, the hand ending as he did. Ma seemed the most interested. “But, after I left the Nile I hired a camel and some provisions from an Abyssinian[3] to ride south. I ended up waylaid midway through Kenya, partially out of my own curiosity, as I had encountered a tribe of Turkana[4], one of the various indigenous peoples of Kenya,” he paused for a moment to take a breath as he lost a hand, Cherry watching plain faced despite his enjoyment at the travellers poor luck.

“And while I stayed with them for a while, going with them for hunts for a couple of months. But, the one that will probably interest you the most was one time when I was out with two of their hunters, Ekadeli and Hussein. We were mainly hunting Impala, a type of antelope similar to your deer here though noticeably bigger. Anyway, while we were hunting, I had my rifle, the other two men had spears, they preferred them you see, we were going after this small herd of Impala. What we had decided was that Hussein and Ekadeli would throw their spears at the lead and rearmost of the group, and I would either finish those two off or pick out as many as I could. It went quite well at first, we got both of the ones they had speared, and I managed to pick off one that was fleeing,” Collier described, Ma increasingly absorbed by his narrative, the other two even showing visible interest.

“But, while they both went to start [carving them], I stayed in the brush, picking up my spent cartridge cases. Then, I heard the brush rustle next to. I turned around, expecting to see one of the kids from the village that might have followed us or some small animal, when a lion leapt at me!” he cried energetically, Ma and the smiling man staring at Collier fascinated. “I managed to grab its forelegs before they split my head open, though it dam near broke by arms, sending to my knees as I tried to doge out of the way of its snapping mouth. I must have screamed louder than thunder for the other two, for one thing they could hear me over that things roars. I was desperately holding the thing at bay, barely managing when they came and speared it. Saved my life they did. I made sure they knew it as well,”

“You wrestled with a lion then Collier-San?!” Ma asked fascinated, excitement clear on his face.

“A young one. Sickly at that, its fur mangy and thin, likely ran out of the pride. If it had been any bigger or healthier… you might as well be chatting with a Dullahan!”[5] Collier erupted, guffawing wildly. Both Cherry and Nanaga regarded Collier sceptically, not quite believing his story, while the toothless man just laughed along with Colliers joke, not understanding it in the slightest, but enjoying the laugh nonetheless. Collier calmed down as they continued the game, adjusting his tie and shifting the lions’ claw tie clip at its middle.

“Well then, for my story why don’t I tell you about a time me and Nanaga-Chan were little?” the smiling man inquired, though not that he was leaving his tale up for debate. In response Nanaga twitched and glared hard at the other man, a severe expression on his face.

“Don’t you dare Uchite!” he growled out, Uchite meeting his fierce expression with an evil smirk.

Uchite placed his elbow on the table and leant his chin in his palm as he splayed his chards just in front of his chin. “You see, when we were younger,” he began Nanaga lunging at him but easily being held back by the other man, “Naga-Chan looked a lot more girly than he does now. His ne-san even used to dress him up every so often,” he continued, his friend glaring at him with a feral snarl, twisted further by embarrassment as his cheeks flushed red. Collier regarded the pair with an interested expression, pulling out a cigar from his kimono and offering one to Ma, who accepted it with a polite thanks, the other two far to distracted to care. And he knew Cherry didn’t smoke. “So, one time, this wealthy merchant comes through with his son,” he continued, ignoring the roaring protests of his companion, “and this son spots Naga-Chan, and follows him for the whole day, showering them with compliments… So, when they day is over and he’s being called back by his dad the son says, in the sincerest voice possible. ‘Will you marry me when we get older?’” Ma erupted laughing at this, throwing his head back with his blustering laughter, Collier chuckling slightly while smiling at the other man, a note of sympathy along with clear relish at the same time. Cherry managed to suppress a small laugh himself, trying to remain aloof.

“Alright hand over! I’m going, good day to you all!” he blurted furiously, snapping to his feet and storming off, the flap of his robes rustling the cards as he stormed past other playing either cards or various board or dice games.

“Ah, Naga-Chan don’t be like that!” Uchite chortled out, rising to his feet slower, “ah, seems like we’ll be going now Ma-San,” he said to Ma bowing slightly, the old man nodded back, unbothered. Uchite rose back up and strode of after his friend, “you have to admit it was a good story, come back I’ll buy you a drink,” he called out into the dimming night as he went.

“Will they be alright?” Collier asked concernedly, leaning over to Ma. He smiled at his recent acquaintance.

“Don’t worry they’ll have a tussle in some alley then Uchite-Kun will treat him to drinks and then they’ll drag each other home,” he explained simply, taking a drag of his cigar. Cherry regarded the pair as they strode off into the night-time streets, shouting and arguing loud enough to be heard across the whole town. He offered them a prayer, doubting either would be uninjured before the next sunrise. “Regardless,” Ma declared, pulling in all of his winnings from the table and standing up, a previously unseen bottle of raw sake in one hand, “the hand is over. I promised I’d take you to a cheap place so follow me,” he declared proudly. Cherry nodded respectfully to the man, also rising to his feet while Collier remained where he was.

“Aren’t you going to follow us?” Cherry asked, a bite slipping through with his words, more than he actually intended.

“Hm? Ah, no, I was going to go back myself. I’ve spent enough money for the whole night,”

“Lost you mean,” Ma quipped as the foreigner rose to his feet, adjusting his kimono. He shot him a look, squinting one eye at him before smiling a disgruntled sort of smile.

“That I do. Anyway, I wish you both a lovely evening, t was lovely to see you again Cherry and I hope to see you again, Ma-san. Zàijiàn![6]” he called, Cherry not understanding his goodbye.

“Zàijiàn,” Ma called back calmly, smiling at the man as he then turned to the monk, who was looking at him with a curious expression. He smiled to him, a drunk sort of smile and then turned to walk the opposite way down the street, taking a deep swing from the bottle in his clutch. “Means ‘goodbye’, by the way,” he declared as Cherry followed him, using his staff like a walking cane.

“Oh, I see…” Cherry replied, now understanding what was said, but not why they said it in that language. “How did he find you then?” Cherry asked curiously, deciding to get his mind off it. Partially though from disliking the sound of someone drinking in silence. It unsettled him.

“You act as if he hunted me!” Ma laughed, clear alcohol dribbling from his lip slightly before he wiped it with his sleeve.

“I feel that’s an accurate way to describe how he finds people,” Cherry chided, his target sneezing loudly further down the street. Ma took a long drag of his cigar then tossed it aside, having finished it far faster than collier and allowed pinkish smoke to fume from his mouth before taking another swing of sake. The light gaslight glinted off his glasses as he stood still for a moment, wreathed in a boa of smoke and orange-yellow light.

“Ahh… Thas’ better,” he growled out pleasurably, smacking his lips together as the monk watched him, a slight judgemental look coming with the gaze. He glanced over to his walking charge, seemingly having forgotten he was guiding him rather then just chatting and bowed slightly, putting a hand to the back of his head as he did, “ah monk-san, sorry, sorry. You see, I received a blessing from our local Kami[7], but in exchange I have to indulge in vices in their place! It’s such a burden you see, the strength it gave me was incredibly you see, made me one of the strongest men in five villages,” he yelled, now walking forward again, his voice darting between a deep, low voice to a joyous yell. “But now, oh, how I wilt away now, having to drink and gamble!” he announced, thrusting his arms up into the air, a ten yen note flying out of his sleeve as he did, which he deftly caught. “So, of course you’ll forgive me, yes?” he added, leaning close to Cherry, one hand held in front of his face in a mock Buddhist prayer.

Cherry regarded him cooly, “right, of course,” he responded in a deadpan tone, stepping forward past the man to try and lead him forward again. “I can perform an exorcism if you want,” he growled flatly, glaring hard at the man, tucking his hands into his sleeves as he waited on the senior.

“Ah, your too kind, I don’t think you can exorcize a god,” he replied in a sing-song voice as he now properly began to lead the monk forward.

“I don’t think a god can make you guzzle down sake like that. Unless the local god is a Uwabami[8],” he commented, only making Ma laugh more.

“Oh, that would be far more useful! We’d get free sake everyday!” he yelled excitedly laughing thunderously to the sky as he walked, bystanders in the street seemingly used to the sight and the noise, though were somewhat surprised by him being joined by a holy man of any description. Bar from a funeral procession. The pair continued through the town, falling mostly to silence, as Cherry was not exactly chatty. The town was a scenic place, buildings stuck half-way between western styles and traditional houses surrounded by packed sod streets. As they continued Ma was tossed a few greetings from various acquaintances, along with a few jibes and curses just the same. Most gave respectful nods to Cherry, though a good amount brush past with uninterested expressions, not paying the monk and mind.

After a while, they came to a smallish inn close to the coast, wedged between a dilapidated shop and a bar. It was painted in garish colours as if someone had sneezed buckets of paint onto the buildings façade, leaving bare only the paper of shōji screens and a wide fusama[9] at the front. As Ma brought Cherry over a woman stepped through the door. She was wearing a deep red floral patterned kimono with long, wide sleeves with pressed floral patters in darker red on the cloth. She wore a golden coloured obi[10] around her waist, a whitish hagoromo[11] hung from her neck and twisted slightly around one arm. She was average height, her black hair tossed up in a loose bun held by a hair pin. Her face was place, dashed with makeup, with dignified features in an exited smile.

“Ah, Ma-Kun! I haven’t seen you in ages!” the woman called, her voice dripping with a tone like milk and honey. She stepped forward to the pair as they approached. “If you’re here about that matter, I’m sure we can deal with it another time. It’s late after all,” she continued in a sultry tone, hanging off him as she spoke quietly into his ear, Cherry turning away silently, his lips pressed hard together.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, that’s not what I’m here for. No, I wanted to ask if you had a room open for this young man here,” grabbing Cherry by the shoulder and pulling him over as he asked. The woman seemed to slacken at that, now leaning on the older man with a relaxed posture, pressing her weight on him rather than hanging off as she wore a more casual expression.

“Say that sooner then. I put on the full act for nothing,” she snapped, pushing off of Ma and looking at the Cherry. She looked at him with a stern expression before offering a deep bow and a prayer, which Cherry quickly reciprocated. She straightened herself back up then again eyed Cherry up and down. “It’s eight yen for a night, cash first,” she delivered brusquely, her face wearing a bored expression.

Cherry pulled the money, a single note along with some coins, and placed them into the woman’s hand, which she quickly gripped and tucked into the chest of her kimono. She nodded at the money and beckoned them both to follow after her as she walked into the entrance of her inn. The floor was covered in raw planks, old varnish masking the wood, the room smelling of sage and incense. As she walked forward, her footsteps were completely silent on the wood, yet the boards squeaked underfoot for the other two, though Ma less so.

There was a young teenager at the counter, dressed in a military style uniform with a bowl cut and dead fish-like eyes. He glanced over to the woman, his face lighting up as he spotted Ma, a wide, unsettling smile splitting his face. “Ma-Senpai![12]” he declared, leaning forward from the counter. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” he reiterated, earnestly as he observed the older man with glowing exultation.

Ma himself looked at the young man with a warm, yet irritated expression, an ambivalent smile crossing his lips as he nodded to the boy. “I’m well, as always. How about you, have you been helping your sister?” he inquired in a pleasant tone, the sister in question continuing on towards the stairs at the rear of the room.

“Yes, Senpai!” the young man reported, standing to attention as one of Ma’s hands twitched behind his back.

“I’ll just do your room then you can come up,” the woman addressed to Cherry in a dull tone, then disappearing up the stairs.

“So, what have you been doing recently Senpai?” the young man entreated again, a fascinated expression on his face.

Ma didn’t have much time to respond before they heard the young man’s sister yell down from the stairs. “Ego! Come and help me with this quickly,” she snapped, grunting as she seemed to be lifting something.

“Coming nee-san! See you in a bit Senpai!”

“I’ve told you not to call me Senpai!” the man finally snapped as the young man continued away unabashed by the older man’s demand. Ma grumbled slightly but then sighed. Both Cherry and Ma were left in the small lobby, the later moving over to the open door to enjoy the fresh air.

They both stood in silent for a moment before Cherry broke it. “You didn’t answer my question earlier?”

“Huh?”

“How did Collier get you?”

“Oh, that,” Ma replied, laughing as he did, “I was just talking about China in that den and he mentioned he’d also been. We struck a conversation after that and played a few games together before picking up the other two tykes,” he explained off-handily.

“I see,” Cherry replied, his expression not revealing much about his thoughts.

“As you asked, how did you meet Collier-San?” Mas asked, taking a deep swig of his sake between beats of speaking.

“… Nothing particularly interesting, he just found me on a random path,” Cherry retorted, not wanting to say much.

“Oh come now, there must be more to it than that. You made such a fuss about how he seemed to hunt me down, your encounter must have been a bit more adventurous than that!” he retorted laughing long. Cherry remained silent, not responded despite prodding from the Ma. After a moment, he realised Cherry wasn’t going to give up the details, not that there was much left to tell, and harumphed to himself.

“…If you insist on talking, why not tell me why you got so angry at Ego-Kun for calling you Senpai?” Cherry grumbled out after a moment.

“Oh, that… Well, I was soldier when I was younger,” Ma replied snappily, seemingly trying to brush the admittance out of his mouth like a rodent from a grain silo. “And Ego wants to be one. So, he started to call me senpai when he heard me mention it one night…” he trailed off, seeming to fall into a daze. Cherry looked at he older man with a natural expression, like a cat examining something unusual. He was curious on some level, that was the simple answer. The man was interesting, though he reminded him of someone who he disliked. He was curious how he interacted with Collier and those around him, and those in the small place he had brought him too.

Not that he would ask the questions even if he got a chance. “Well, in any case, my parts done. I brought you to a good place as I said!” he declared boldly, corking his bottle to punctuate his sentence.

“Yes, thank you,” Cherry replied, reaching into his sleeve to give him something for the troubles.

“Ah, no, no I don’t need anything,” Ma dismissed, wafting his hand at the money. “If you want to give me anything… A prayer would be best,” he added sombrely, glancing at the ground as he moved to go. Cherry regarded the man with a slightly surprised expression, before nodding and smiling at him with a warm, cat-like smile. He bowed to the old man as he left.

“Zàijiàn, Neko-Chan!” Ma called wickedly as he left, guffawing as he left, leaving Cherry with a flustered and infuriated expression at the nickname. He was already a ways away before Cherry could respond, zigzagging down the street as his liquor pulled him this way or that. Like a snake through an overgrown common.

“Hi, Monk-Sama, your room’s ready,” the propriatress called from the stairs.

Cherry turned around, and walked over. “Thank you…” Cherry responded trailing off when he came to the unknown of her name, holding his sandals in one hand.

“Wanima,” she gave her family name brusquely, not seeming to be bothered in giving it out.

“Thank you Wanima-San,” Cherry continued The woman turned and ascended back up the stairs into the landing above. Ego was carrying a bungle of cloth and other items in a round wooden bucket down the landing, away from Cherry’s room as the elder Wanima led him too it. As Cherry was lead he noticed a great number of cats watching him from various points in the hall, particularly from small windows and holes. Wanima seemed to notice him looking at them and decided to provide an answer.

“They tend to come here for fish from the bay or whatever food they get handed, then they sleep on our roof for some reason. They won’t bother you too much, most leave come morning,” she delivered dully, opening the door to his room. It was small, a futon laid on the left side with a small side table barely three inches from it with a dinked and disused tea, marks from sake glasses clear on the table. But, it wasn’t stuffy, smelling of freshly aired cloth and ancient sage. The opposite head of the room was made from a shōji screen, allowing in a slight glow from the barely lit street outside. Cherry stepped in and made a looked around again, appraising the room. Not that he actually cared much for the condition currently.

“I assume it’s to your liking,” Wanima blurted out sarcastically, leaning on the doorframe while smoking from a kenka kiseru[13], breathing out a light cloud of silver smoke.

“Yes, thank you for your hospitality,” Cherry responded honestly, flashing his Cheshire cat smile at her. She was looked at the man with a blank expression, pleasantly surprised in some respects, but still disinterred.

“Well, enjoy your stay Neko-Sama,” she announced as she turned to leave.

“Neko-Sama?!” Cherry repeated in a bewildered tone.

Wanima peaked her head back in still with her bored, somewhat disinterred expression. “Yeah, that’s your name isn’t it,” she replied, in now way meaning it as a question.

“No, why ever did you think that?!” Cherry asked in an irate tone.

“Well, I heard Ma-Kun call you that, and I assumed,” she responded, not quite bothering to fill in the blanks herself, “but I suppose that was just another one of his annoying little ‘pet names’,” she concluded, sighing before rolling her eyes back to look at her tenant. “What is your actual name then?” she inquired, more from circumstance than a burning interest.

“…Nekomata,” Cherry eventually wrestled out of his mouth, embarrassedly as the woman looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, Nekomata-Sama, I hope you enjoy your night with us. The water in the pot should be hot, just use the tea leaves next to it,” she instructed dismissively before exiting, leaving the scent of sweet tabaco and perfume behind in her stead. Cherry slid the door shut, resting his staff against the wall beside it and placing his sandals on the floor next to it. He sat down on his futon, facing the small table in front of it and made himself a cup of tea. He brought the black drink up to his mouth, taking a moment to breath in the heat before taking a sip. He near immediately balked, slamming the drink back down as he coughed, shivering slightly. “Pfft, eugh! Why is that so fucking bitter!” he shouted, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

[1] Literally meaning ‘moving screens’, they are a standard in Japanese structures consisting of a wooden frame with translucent paper, allowing light to shine through. Often used as windows or exterior walls.   

[2] A Japanese card game played using hanafuda card sets. Played by matching laid cards with those in your hand or those picked up from the draw pile. A player can attempt to double their points by saying they will play on. This is done by calling ‘Koi-Koi’, roughly, ‘come on’. This move has its risks however

[3] An old name for the Empire of Ethiopia in the late 19th and early 20th centaury.

[4] A Nilotic[Indigenous to the Nile valley] people native to Turkana County in Northwest Kenya. A semi-arid region, and are mainly semi-nomadic pastoralists.

[5] A ghost or mythical creature commonly described as a humanoid carrying their own severed head.

[6] (再見) Traditional Mandarin for ‘Goodbye’

[7] Deities, divinities, spirits, phenomena that are venerated in Shinto religion. Worshiped at local shrines to either regional or local god, possibly even one of national standing and veneration.  

[8] A snake yokai that loves sake and can spit it from their mouths.

[9] Similar to shoji screens but made with opaque paper and more commonly used as internal divider walls.

[10] The sash around the midriff of a kimono that is similar to a belt.

[11] A thin silk scarf worn in Japan, that is commonly worn in depictions of Japanese gods or legends.

[12] A Japanese honorific used to refer to ones senior colleges in school, a workplace or profession. The inverse of this, referring to ones juniors, being ‘kōhai’.  

[13] A variant of a kiseru, a Japanese smoking pipe. A kenka kiseru or ‘fighting pipe’ is usually 12” to 18” long and made of cast iron or brass they were commonly used by those on the fringes of society to double as a weapon as well as an instrument to smoke. Kiseru smoked as finely shredded tabaco called kizami.

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