<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“It looks fine. I’m still not driving it.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“What will you do, then?â€ Akiko asked.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“I’ve called a garage, said it was making funny noises and smells. We’ll see what they say about it. Anyway, I have to stay here until they come. Everything all right there?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Yes, no problems. Noriko’s waiting for a harae, though. Should I tell her to come back later?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Ah, probably best, no idea… Oh, here they come. Maybe it’s OK for her to wait. I’ll let you know what they say.â€ Shiraishi hung up, and Akiko quickly summarised the situation for Kazumi.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Weeeeird,â€ the girl said.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Noriko decided to go home and come back later, and a bit of shouting as she left the shrine confirmed that the remaining protesters were already at their post. Akiko shook her head, and then went to get a broom and start cleaning the shrine.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Akiko, about the tree.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“What about it?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Shouldn’t we investigate it?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Akiko stopped sweeping, and looked at Kazumi.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Yes, of course. But how?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Well, take our…â€ Akiko cut her off.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Yes, I know <em>that</em> bit. I was thinking more about getting back to the shrine afterwards.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Oh, right. Well, er, send one of us to the park with a yukata and some shoes?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“That… That would actually work, wouldn’t it?â€ Akiko suddenly felt really stupid. It wasn’t like the park was some remote corner of the world. “OK. We should do it during the day, then. That park is rather quieter, and safer, in daylight.â€ Kazumi nodded.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“So, are you going to wait for me in the park?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“I think you’d better wait for me.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Kazumi pouted.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“I found it first,â€ she protested, but Akiko wasn’t going to let such petty things cloud the issue.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“You know the park better than I do, and I can see things you can’t. That might be essential.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“But…â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Can you see the flame in the iwakura?â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“No,â€ Kazumi admitted, reluctantly.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Right. I’ll go through the tree.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Standing in front of the tree a couple of hours later, Akiko was no longer so happy with the decision. Yes, it was still the right one, but now she actually had to go through the tree. She was wearing a yukata, acutely conscious of being naked underneath. That had been Kazumi’s suggestion; it minimised the length of time she would be standing by the tree partially dressed. It was a even a sensible suggestion.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Her cell phone rang.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“Hi Akiko. Well, I’m looking at the tree. Ready when you are.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">“OK.â€</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Akiko took a deep breath, and undid her belt, shrugging the yukata to the ground. She took a step forward, pressing herself against the bark.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">The rush of feeling left her gasping again, as she found herself standing at the base of a tree in the forest, sunlight filtering through the leaves. She looked around for a moment, shifting her vision to look at the spirits. The power, the energy there was overwhelming, but Akiko forced herself to look, clinging on to the tree for support as she tried to adapt to it. She looked at the bark next to her, focusing on it, watching the rivers of light running up and down within the trunk, feeling the life pulse deep inside it, the waves reaching her fingertips, making them tingle.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">And, deep inside the tree, she saw the shrine, all of it, all its details, Tamao sleeping under the scorched earth that was his sanctuary, Mr Takenaka sitting by his shrine, the ujiko on duty wandering around, Shiraishi coming up the steps…</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">Akiko wrapped her arms around the tree, and it was like jumping down a waterfall, spray and air all around her as she fell for an eternity in a moment.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">She was standing by the tree in the shrine grounds, her yukata at her feet. Reaching down, she snatched it up and pulled it on, only breathing more calmly when she tied the belt.</p>
<p style="margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 28.0px; font: 13.0px Optima;">She picked up her cell phone and called Kazumi. The experiment had already yielded useful results.</p>