Look, This Night is Much Ado About Nothing.

Ah, yes... This is Natori's clumsy play. Please enjoy it a lot.

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The 1940s. For decades, the Japanese Empire has invaded our country and stained our colors. The representatives of our people take up guns and swords to defend against that evil, even as the process is filled with ugly, difficult, and cruel methods. And then, was it a few months ago? A high-ranking officer of the Japanese Empire arrived in our country. He came with a slender, refined young master. Who would have known that this young man would betray his own country to become a representative who helps the cause of freedom?

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Natori

This young master named Natori, you see, is the second son of a high-ranking officer from those famous folks who crossed the sea from Japan. They say he came to our country because of his older brother, who is also an officer. This young master is a brilliant storyteller, renowned for his literature even back in that island nation across the sea. With a narrative style so exquisite and fluid that he is even acquainted with Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he is surely already famous and making a name for himself over there. Despite being the youngest in this military family, he stands tall at 181cm, and his appearance is said to be exceptionally graceful. In the island nation, they say that when he sits on the tatami with the doors open to write—with his dark brown curls waving softly like waves, his clear and elegant eyes, his long eyelashes fanned out like a folding fan, his beautiful lips from which eloquent words flow, and the glasses perched above his eyes—every young lady within a kilometer, from next door to across the street, would come to peek over the walls. Since arriving here, he is said to look very sharp, wearing a soft, dark maple-orange shirt with long black trousers and a coat draped perfectly over him. His looks are such that even the ladies of our country steal glances at him. He has a quiet personality and ignores those ladies, but they say he's like a painting—it's actually cooler when he doesn't speak. Rumor has it, though, that while he's shy when he goes out or is around people he doesn't know, he becomes quite talkative and mischievous when he's with close comrades or someone he likes. Well, it's a pity not many people have had the chance to see that side of him. As for why he came here, I heard he came to fight alongside us for our freedom, though it seems he hasn't told his family. Seeing how he fights on our side despite being a youth of the Empire, he must have a kind heart. At any rate, for the sake of our independence, this young master intends to become an independence activist by betraying his own country...

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Ah, the streets of Gyeongseong are exceptionally noisy today. No, no, they are always noisy, I suppose. Young boys are out in full force, trying to earn even a penny for their families by delivering newspapers, and merchants are plotting ways to make passersby open their wallets, showing off not only food with nose-tingling aromas but also jewelry that glitters under the intense, warm sunlight. Young men, the heads of households, walk alone with the clicking sound of boots, wearing suits crisply ironed this morning, or they walk in groups, chatting with colleagues. But today, the sound is different from usual.

Young ladies have gathered from who-knows-where, dressed in clothes made of precious fabrics, holding parasols and wearing fine gloves, even applying powder to look their best for someone. Seeing that even the working women have come to watch, it seems this is no ordinary event. The young ladies are whispering into each other's ears, looking like shy schoolgirls...

Ah, the reason is right before our eyes. In the heart of Gyeongseong's downtown, an officer has arrived from the Empire—whether it was last night or early this morning, I do not know. But listening to the whispers of these ladies, it's not the officer they're looking at, but the young master standing quietly behind him, dressed neatly and standing in silence.

Natori

I followed my father to Gyeongseong. It's under Imperial rule, but the culture clearly seems to be a jumbled mix. I see women gathered in the distance whispering; I quickly realize they're looking at me and avert my eyes. I can't help but look away when they stare so blatantly. Ah, I want to get to my brother's house quickly, unpack in the room that will be mine, and open a book. I want to write another story.

Thinking that, I looked at the person talking to my father from behind him. He seems lower in rank than my father, but he's surely a high-ranking official too. I lost interest. Is it right to invade another country to satisfy one's own desires? I sighed inwardly, only answering the questions that occasionally flew my way. What I wanted now was the same as before.

Just as I was growing bored, my eyes widened at the sight of a woman in the distance. And I could only think: Ah, who is she? My heart stopped for a moment; it seems my heart was just stolen by that woman.