Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Kino's Journey Volume 12 - Chapter 8

Crunchtime continues! That means it'll be about another week until the next Kino update.

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Chapter 8 - A Tale of Gambles
~Which is Which.~



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These stories take place in a certain country where cars and bicycles are the only modes of transportation.



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The fourteen year-old boy was torn about love.

On his mind was a gentle-looking girl with long hair. On the first day of class, she sat next to him and read through the handout alongside him.

Afterwards, they began exchanging greetings in the mornings and when they passed each other in the halls.

Eventually, the boy started getting very excited for school. All the other girls just looked like backdrops compared to her. The boy came to the conclusion that he was in love.

She didn't seem to dislike him, but they hadn't yet spoken one-on-one. He didn't even know very much about her.

But it was true that he was in love with her. Shouldn't he at least make his feelings clear before someone got ahead of him and asked her out?

Or would a sudden confession end up in their budding relationship being irreparably broken? Should he take his time and get to know her better?

The boy turned the matter over in his mind again and again.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and he would go back to school. What should he say to her first? "I like you", or "good morning"?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The boy looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a bicycle, I'll ask her out. And if it's a car, I'll wait until later!"



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The forty-two year-old man was torn about his job.

He had been employed at the same firm for twenty years, but he had been long dissatisfied with his company's treatment of him.

It was a large company, but no matter how hard he worked, his boss never gave him a raise. He was constantly stuck working under people his own age or younger.

Was he just being discriminated against? Did he even have a future in this company? He thought to himself as he sought after information.

He found a small company where he would be paid less in the short term. But it might eventually lead him to better opportunities. They had already promised him a position should he choose to quit his current company.

Considering his age, this was his last chance. But a pay cut, even a temporary one, would make things difficult for his family as he and his wife raised their two children. He could not afford to mess up in his new workplace. And the new company's future was not guaranteed.

He discussed the matter with his wife at length.

"Honey, this is your life. In the end, you're the only one who can make that choice. I'll trust your judgement."

The decision was his. He thought it over in his head.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and he would go back to work. What should he place on his boss's desk? A letter of resignation, or his paperwork?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The man looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, I'll take the new job. And if it's a bicycle, I'll stay where I am!"



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The nineteen year-old woman was torn about marriage.

Her older boyfriend, whom she had been dating for less than a year now, had passionately proposed marriage to her.

She had no doubts about her love for him. He was a handsome man of means whom she thought was almost too good for her. Marrying him would give her a life with very few worries.

But was it wise to marry when she was still so young? Wouldn't it be best to enjoy her youth and gain some more life experience before putting a seal on her future like this?

And what if she were to meet someone even better in the future?

She racked her brains again and again.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and after work she would go on a date with him. How should she respond? Yes, or no?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The woman looked out from her apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a bicycle, I'll marry him. And if it's a car, I'll decline!"



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The eighteen year-old student was torn about his future.

He would soon have to go to college. He had already passed his entrance exams, and all he had to do now was submit his acceptance form. Starting next term, he could be a college student.

But if he did so, he would have to give up on his passion--acting.

Perhaps he should forget about college and join an acting troupe to follow his dreams. Perhaps this was the best thing to do for his future.

But he had no idea if he would become successful as an actor or if he could make a living on the stage.

If he chose to go to college, he could study like everyone else, get a job like everyone else, and live like everyone else. This was the stable road.

He could not decide.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, but should he go to the post office to send his acceptance form, or make a phone call to turn down the offer?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The student looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, I'll choose acting. And if it's a bicycle, I'll go to college!"



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The eighty-nine year-old man was torn about what he should do with his money after his death.

He would pass away of his illness soon, but he had not yet decided on what to do with his vast estate.

His wife had passed before him, and their only son was a grown man who did not live with him. By normal standards, he would have had his son inherit everything, but he could not figure out if this was the right thing to do.

His lazy son squandered money like water. If he were to pass on his estate to him, the boy might quit his job and live a life of wasteful leisure.

Then would it not be best for everyone to donate it all to a reliable charity?

The old man thought very hard.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, but what should he say to his lawyer when he called him?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The old man looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a bicycle, I'll pass it all on to my son. And if it's a car, I won't leave him a penny!"



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The thirty-nine year-old housewife was torn on what to make for dinner.

Should she treat herself this time and make stew, her favourite? Or should she make hamburgers, which her husband and child loved?

She looked up at the ceiling and groaned.

She would go to the supermarket now, but what should she buy?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

She looked out from her apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, I'll make hamburgers for dinner. And if it's a bicycle, I'll make stew!"



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The fifteen year-old boy was torn on which book to buy.

Tomorrow was the day the new novels would be released--two new works by his two favourite authors.

He was excited because the advertisements for both books looked very interesting, but thanks to that, he could no longer decide on what to buy.

His meagre allowance would not allow him to buy both at once. He had another book he wanted to get next month, so he would have to give up on one or the other.

But obviously, if the book he bought was not very good, he would regret not buying the other one. But it wasn't realistic for him to read both of them in the bookstore before buying one.

If he waited for reviews, then he wouldn't be able to read it tomorrow. Not only that, there was no guarantee that his tastes were completely in line with those of the reviewers'.

The boy clutched his allowance and trembled.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and he would go to the bookstore. Which book should he purchase?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The boy looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a bicycle, I'll get _______. And if it's a car, I'll get the other one!"



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The twenty-seven year-old designer was torn about the placement of a single line.

He focused all his efforts on creating a piece for his company's car design competition. He was now nearly finished.

But he was torn on one last point--where to put the line that would go on the side of the chassis.

Should he place a line with a curve towards the back on a higher point, to bring to mind a muscled predator ready to pounce on its prey?

Or should he place it lower in order to bring to mind an impression of slender speed?

He would be confident about either choice, but he had no idea which design the judges would prefer.

The designer was holding his pen tightly, but it was not moving.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and he would go back to work. Which design should he submit?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The man looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, I'll draw the line higher. And if it's a bicycle, I'll put it lower!"



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The couple in their thirties were torn on what they should name their newborn.

They had been unable to decide on a name for their baby boy.

They already had three daughters, who were each named with a character symbolizing spring, summer, and fall.

If they had a fourth daughter, they would have given her a beautiful name with the character for winter to match her sisters. But their new baby was a son.

Of course, they could just follow their pattern and give him the beautiful winter name. This would make the siblings' names a wonderful set.

But since they had a boy, they thought that perhaps they should give him a strong, masculine name. And they were worried that, if they gave him the winter name, he would grow up to think that his parents wanted a daughter after all.

The couple was at a loss.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, and they would go to the government office. How should they name him?

"All right! We'll just do this!"

The couple looked out from their apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a bicycle, We'll give him a strong, masculine name. And if it's a car, we'll stick to the pattern!"



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The forty-five year-old chef was torn about the new menu.

She had come up with a new dessert and was going to present it for the first time at her restaurant.

She had gone as far as deciding on an ice cream-filled parfait, but she was torn on what flavour of ice cream to use.

The beef-flavoured one had a thick texture, rather like steak. It was sure to be a favourite of meat lovers.

On the other hand, the chicken-flavoured ice cream was light and soft. The thin salty flavour accentuated the taste of chicken, and it would be a hit that even people stuffed with full-course meals could enjoy.

The employee who taste-tested both looked rather uncertain and gave up on passing judgement. It was now all up to her.

The chef could not choose between her two masterpieces.

Tomorrow the holidays would end, but which dessert should she showcase?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The chef looked out from her apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, it'll be beef. And if it's a bicycle, chicken it is!"



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The thirty-six year-old man was torn on his next course of action.

Lying in his bathtub was a corpse.

It was the corpse of the girlfriend with whom he had been speaking not too long ago. He had concealed from her the fact that he was already married, and that he was living alone right now for his work. He had been seeing her claiming that he was thinking of marriage.

His girlfriend came to see him today with an ecstatic smile, announcing that she was pregnant and asking when they should get married.

Realizing that he could lie no longer, he gave her a heartfelt apology and confessed everything.

When she realized that she had been fooled, she became outraged and cried that she would reveal everything to his wife and his company. The man desperately did what he could to silence his indignant girlfriend. And before he knew it, she had become a corpse.

The man thought to himself that, should he turn himself in and claim that he was not in his right mind, he would receive a lighter sentence. This was the only moral choice available to a murderer. He had even gone so far as lift the receiver once.

But if he did so, he would lose his job, his wife, their child, and everything he valued about life. The man put down the receiver and wondered if he could hide the corpse so it would not be discovered.

He could drain all the blood in the bathtub and cut her into tiny pieces. He could flush the smaller bits down the toilet, and he could carefully mix in the bigger parts with his garbage and dispose of it discreetly.

He had told her very clearly that she should not tell anyone about their relationship. He could yet have a chance to bury everything in secrecy.

But if he was caught, his sentence would become heavier. He would spend even longer in jail, and he might possibly be stuck there for as long as he lived.

His pale lips trembled as he deliberated the issue.

Tomorrow the holidays would end. Should he take the corpse out with the garbage, or not?

"All right! I'll just do this!"

The man looked out from his apartment window.

"If the next thing that passes by is a car, no, a bicycle, I'll turn myself in. And if it's a car, I won't!"



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Many sets of eyes looked down upon the street from their windows.

Since it was a lazy afternoon on a holiday, there were not many vehicles on the road. Only pedestrians traversed the sidewalks.

"Look at all these apartments, Kino. They're all built symmetrically. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yeah. But I think I'll remember the great turtle dish they served here more than the apartments."

Kino and Hermes passed by.



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Continued in Chapter 9.



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2 comments:

  1. i dont even read kino's journey. just randomly saw this. but this was great. hahaha.

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  2. I wouldn't call Hermes a car. But strictly speaking, he isn't a bicycle either... but that's not the point here, is it? Haha

    Thanks for the translation!

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