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Why is Shiodome so adorable even snacking on Ōsaki's ear and eye like that? Like somehow the dynamic between them (in the presumably bad ending for Shiodome) feels healthier than any other?
[Ten Views Of Shonan -Beach-] - Shiodome A Route Short Story
Spoilers for Shiodome's A and B Routes!
A black mass was lying by the shore.
Its body was long and thick, while its tail was short.
It didn’t seem real at all, like something forgotten by the midnight sea.
—Police: “Danger. Do not approach the beach.”
The police were blocking off the path to the water.
They didn’t need to explain why. It was obvious with a glance.
Sunday.
A whale washed up on Koshigoe Beach.
A crowd was forming on the sidewalk by the beach.
Everyone was silent as they gazed towards the ocean.
Beneath the blazing sun, the whale’s stomach was slowly, but surely, expanding.
It was the first time I had seen such a somber summer sea.
Elderly Man: “Looks like a blue whale.”
Suddenly, I heard a voice beside me.
At some point, an elderly man had come between me and Shiodome-san.
Shiodome: “Fishmaster!”
Oosaki: “Fishmaster…?”
Shiodome: “He sells the fish I buy for dinner. He always helps me pick them.”
Oosaki: “It seems we owe you a debt of gratitude.”
Elderly Man: “Look.”
The man spoke curtly as he pointed to the whale’s stomach.
Elderly Man: “He’s a male calf.”
Shiodome: “How do you know?”
Elderly Man: “His p*nis is sticking up.”
…I couldn’t argue with that.
Elderly Man: “When the insides decompose, it builds up gas. This creates pressure that causes the p*nis to erect.”
Shiodome: “If he’s rotting, does that mean we can’t eat him?”
Elderly Man: “We can’t. What a waste…”
And with that, the Fishmaster left.
His back swayed back and forth wistfully as he ambled away.
Shiodome-san continued to stare at that black lump—the blue whale calf.
Shiodome: “...I wonder what his parents are doing now.”
Oosaki: “I don’t know, but they’re probably looking for him.”
Children returning home from the pool. An elderly couple sharing a shopping bag.
The whale drew everyone’s attention as they passed by.
It felt as if we were all nonsensical guests attending a great funeral.
ʚɞ
The direction of the wind changed.
With the rotting stench blowing our way, the onlookers finally began to disperse.
Shiodome-san’s eyes didn’t waver.
Shiodome: “How did he die?”
Oosaki: “Perhaps he ate something he shouldn't have, or hit his head on a rock.”
Shiodome: “What a reckless way to go. Are you referring to what I did last week?”
Oosaki: “Maybe that’s why I can’t help but feel a connection to him—”
With that, the two of us went quiet, joining the silent prayer.
ʚɞ
Day 2 since the whale’s appearance.
Even though it was a Monday, I took the day off.
Shiodome-san and I gazed at the sea with straw hats on our heads and ramune in our hands.
Word had spread, and the sidewalk was even more crowded than the day before.
The local aquarium and university had been notified of the whale’s existence.
The Fishmaster informed us in passing that they were waiting for the whale to “explode” before collecting his remains.
—Eventually, all the built-up gas in his stomach would cause the whale to burst.
As befitting of a fishing town, the residents were hardly concerned and treated the occasion like a festival.
They set up food stands along the beach, the smell of yakisoba intertwining with the fetid stench of the whale.
I, too, was busy holding my breath and suppressing my hunger.
The whale continued to expand. Hairline cracks ran up and down his skin.
Separated from the waves, his dry body was no longer a thing of the sea.
Access was still restricted to the ocean and beach, so it was another quiet day.
Although I searched near and far—
The calf’s parents were nowhere to be seen.
ʚɞ
Night 3 since the whale’s appearance.
There was no one at the beach.
Only the crashing of the waves filled the darkness.
We went down to the water.
Since it was the middle of the night, there was no one to stop us.
The powerful wind blew the rotting stench away.
Approaching the whale for a closer look, we noticed details that weren’t visible before.
—His left eye was an empty cavity plucked clean by birds.
—His left side was discolored white and peeling.
The whale looked larger under the moonlight than he did during the day.
I knew it was because of the swelling.
However, it seemed to me as if the whale was in the midst of a deep, deep breath.
Shiodome-san gently placed his hand on the whale’s enormous body.
The Fishmaster had said only researchers were allowed to touch it.
Yet, this ritual seemed to transcend the rules.
He began to mumble to himself.
Shiodome: “—This calf, he was looking for his mother.”
Oosaki: “...”
Shiodome: “He was looking for her when… he got lost… and hit his head. He washed up here. Perhaps his mother is already—”
Things no one else could see.
Things no one else could explain.
Shiodome-san could occasionally scoop the inexplicable to the surface.
I listened to him as if in a trance.
We were suspended in both dream and reality.
Shiodome-san removed his hand from the whale.
The reading was over.
If something had come and gone inside him, I didn’t ask.
As we were on the way back, we heard a pop in the distance.
The sound was so quiet, it might’ve been a figment of our imagination.
Meeting each other’s eyes, we hurried back to the beach.
The whale had finally burst without anyone to witness.
As the swelling subsided, he seemed to drift back to sleep.
Shiodome: “Sweet dreams, little whale.”
The whale had finally exhaled.
And now he was taking another deep, deep breath.
ʚɞ
Evening 4 since the whale’s appearance.
When I headed to the beach after work,
The whale was already gone.
Shiodome: “The university researchers came at noon and brought heavy equipment with them.”
The noise of the sidewalk and the lights of the street stalls were gone.
The sand on the beach had settled.
Chatter filled the seaside once again.
We sat down where the whale once lay.
Shiodome: “Something strange happened to me the day before the whale appeared—”
Shiodome’s Recollection: “I was in the middle of cooking when I heard your voice call out to me.
However, when I turned around, a stranger was standing there.
Since you were at work, I knew you couldn’t be home.
So I asked, ‘Who are you?’
And that seemed to startle him.
Then, without saying a word, he left.
When I turned the corner in the hall, he was already gone. It was like he was never there.”
Shiodome: “—I messed up, didn’t I?”
Oosaki: “What do you mean?”
Shiodome: “I asked him who he was. That must’ve hurt him.”
Oosaki: “Did you report the incident to the police?”
Shiodome: “No, because nothing happened. He didn’t take anything.”
Oosaki: “If it happens again, don’t say a word to him next time.”
Shiodome-san fell silent before slowly speaking again.
Shiodome: “At first, I thought I didn’t know him…. But, when I think again, he was definitely you, Oosaki-san.”
Oosaki: “...Why do you say that?”
Shiodome: “His voice sounded exactly the same. Like a drop of ink slowly seeping into parchment paper.”
Oosaki: “That’s a difficult description to understand.”
Shiodome: “What I mean is, he sounded kind. Ihihi”
Shiodome-san blushed at his own words.
Shiodome: “Has anything strange happened to you lately?”
Oosaki: “Not at all.”
Shiodome: “That’s good. You won’t get lost then.”
Oosaki: “Even if that was a dream, it was certainly a strange one.”
Shiodome: “It wasn’t a dream, though.”
Oosaki: “Then perhaps you were half asleep.”
Shiodome: “I guess it doesn’t matter too much whether it was real or not, so long as you only give special treatment to me~. If you ever run into another Shiodome, don’t fall for it, okay~?
—Another Shiodome-san.
Ah.
That’s right.
I thought it was a dream.
No.
I wanted to believe it was a dream, so that I could forget.
That day, I was in an unfamiliar house.
I met a Shiodome-san who seemed different from usual.
When he extended his hand, I had turned it away.
I had made him cry—
Shiodome & Oosaki: “Ah.”
We noticed it at the same time—footprints in the sand.
They started somewhere inland, descended onto the beach, and continued into the waves.
From the town, to the sea.
There was no sign of hesitation—it was as if they were simply making their way home.
Oosaki: “I suppose he made it back safely. The whale, and the other me.”
Rather than leaving, it’d be more accurate to say they'd returned.
Shiodome-san rested his heavy head on my shoulder.
His eyes were closed as if in prayer.
Shiodome: “...For dinner, I was thinking of somen with chilled summer vegetables and a Michio-kun on the side.”
Summer is when the lines between everyday life and the otherworldly intersect. [1]
This summer, too, was just beginning.
[Ten Views of Shonan -Beach-] 1959.Shiodome A Route
Translation Notes
[1] In Japan, summer is the prime time for ghost stories and supernatural occurrences. One explanation for this cultural belief is that telling ghost stories will send a "chill down your spine" and cool off the heat. Another reason is that Obon, a festival for the dead, happens during the summer. During Obon, the line between life and death grows thin, allowing the spirits of the dead to visit their family.
