What's under Kamiyama-san's paper bag? - 30 Chapter 28
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What’s under Kamiyama-san’s paper bag?
Chapter 28 Kominato feels a sense of danger to his life.
Afterwards, we enjoyed playing in the sea for a while. We swam, of course, played with a beach ball, and even played chasing games with the waves as we pulled back and forth. For Harusame, who wanted to try a sand bath, we sprinkled sand on top of her lying down. In addition, we made a nice body of a woman with sand and piled up a large amount of sand on her chest.
I played with all my heart for the first time in a while, and before I knew it, the sun was about to set in the western sky. We were all tired from playing, so we sat on the sandy beach and quietly watched the setting sun. I quickly stood up and brushed off the sand from my swimsuit, then said to everyone, “Well, shall we go to the inn soon? It would be troublesome for Kamiyama’s uncle if we get back too late.”
It seems that the inn run by Kamiyama’s uncle is located about a ten-minute walk from the sandy beach. After changing from our swimsuits, we started walking towards the inn along the seaside town.
Along the way, I asked Kamiyama, who was walking beside me, “By the way, what kind of person is your uncle?”
As usual, Kamiyama wiped off the sweat from under the edge of her paper bag and answered, “Uh, well… he’s a kind person. He has always… cared about me… and taken me out to play…”
“Oh, I see. Then I guess he know a lot about Kamiyama when she was little. Maybe we should talk about your childhood when we arrive at the inn.”
“No way…! My childhood stories… aren’t interesting at all…!”
Saying that, Kamiyama shook her paper bag from side to side. Kamiyama’s childhood, huh? Now that I think about it, I’ve never really thought about it before, but when did Kamiyama start wearing this paper bag? I looked up at Kamiyama walking beside me.
“M-my childhood stories are boring,” Kamiyama muttered, facing forward and walking towards the inn. It’s unlikely that she’s been wearing the paper bag since birth. It’s not like she belongs to a family fated to wear paper bags. So when and for what reason did Kamiyama start wearing the paper bag?
I was about to ask that question casually, but I sealed my mouth shut. If we become closer, maybe one day she will tell me herself. Besides, even if she doesn’t tell me, she might overcome her shyness and be able to live without the paper bag. That would be fine too.
As I murmured those thoughts in my mind, Kamiyama, who was next to me, pointed ahead and opened her mouth.
“Oh, we’ve arrived. This is my uncle’s inn,” Kamiyama said.
I looked in the direction Kamiyama pointed. There stood a two-story traditional Japanese-style inn that, while not exactly new, had a charming atmosphere. The property was surrounded by well-maintained hedges, and there was a spacious and impressive garden inside. In the garden, a large pine tree proudly stretched towards the sky, and there was even a bamboo-made scarecrow in a cool pond surrounded by rocks. Rather than a simple inn, it had the appearance of a small traditional ryokan.
Following behind Kamiyama, we passed through the garden and stopped in front of the inn’s entrance. Kamiyama opened the weathered wooden sliding door and called out to her uncle inside.
“Um, it’s Samidare. Uncle, we’ve arrived.”
We peeked into the inn through Kamiyama’s back. However, there was no response from inside.
“I wonder what’s going on with my uncle,” Kamiyama said, turning back to us. I spoke to Kamiyama, who seemed troubled.
“We can’t just go in on our own. Let’s wait here for a while.”
Let’s wait for someone to attend to us. As I was about to say that, we heard a confident male voice from behind.
“Well, if it isn’t Samidare! You’ve come a long way! What are you doing just standing there like that?”
Kamiyama turned towards the voice behind us and responded.
“Uncle! It’s been a while. We thought there was no one inside, so…”
“Oh, I was doing some work in the backyard.”
It seemed that the owner of the voice was indeed Kamiyama’s uncle.
I quickly turned around and hurriedly greeted him.
“Um, um, I’m Kominato, a friend of Kamiyama. Today, we came here with everyone from the conversation club to… receive… your hospitality…”
At the same time, both Arai and Harusame turned around, and we saw it.
What we saw when we turned around. It was the sight of a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, completely wearing a paper bag over his head and holding a pair of scissors that must have been about a meter long in his hands. Standing at over two meters tall, with a muscular and wrestler-like physique, the man wore a paper bag and clacked the giant scissors in his hands, right in front of us.
My intuition is telling me. I’m going to be killed… Killed with those huge scissors.
Arai and Harusame, who were about to greet him just like me, also opened their mouths wide in shock when they saw the sight of the man in front of us. As we stood frozen, staring at the man’s head—or rather, the paper bag—Kamiyama spoke up.
“Uncle, why are you wearing a paper bag?”
As if just realizing it, Uncle raised his firm, muscular arm and touched the paper bag.
“Hmm? Oh, this? I noticed there was a beehive under the eaves. I was looking for my beekeeper hat, but couldn’t find it. I searched for something else to use, but there was nothing, so I used a paper bag instead.”
Saying that, the middle-aged man in front of me, wearing a paper bag, laughed and took it off. From underneath, a friendly smile appeared on his sun-tanned face.
Ah, now I remember, this person is Kamiyama’s uncle.
As I heaved a sigh of relief, the friendly-faced uncle said to us:
“All right, you guys! It’s not the place to be standing around. Come inside!”
He crumpled up the paper bag and stuffed it into his pocket, then casually tossed the giant scissors to the side of the entrance and hurried inside.
“Should we go too…?”
Kamiyama said that and followed after her uncle. Harusame, who was next to me, still pale-faced, muttered quietly:
“I’m glad… I thought I was going to die here today…”
“Me too…”
“And… I thought he was from that kind of family…”
“Me too…”
Having avoided the danger to our lives, we safely arrived at the inn where we would be staying for the night.