"Welcome."
An old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes walked out of the kimono shop.
The old man was wearing a black-patterned hakama. He glanced at Sakaki Makoto and the other two, and his wrinkled face showed no emotion.
"Please come in, three of you."
After taking off their shoes at the entrance, Sakaki Makoto and the other two walked into the store.
Walking around the white kimono hanging at the door, the scenery in front of you changes suddenly and you enter a different world.
A wide variety of yukatas and furisodes are framed on the wall, in various colors and styles.
"You three are Shang Yan's guests, right?"
The old man hunched over and complained:
"That brat, he brings guests home all day long. He has good relationships with this guy and that guy, and would rather pay for it himself than let the guests pay. It's really... Alas!"
Sakaki Makoto and the other two looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
"This guy likes to complain when he gets older. Don't take it personally..."
As he spoke, the old man opened a door:
"Here are the top-quality kimonos in the store. You three can choose whatever you like."
"What do you recommend?"
Before he turned around, Sakaki Makoto looked at the kimonos on the wall and suddenly asked a question.
The old man paused, looked at him deeply, and sneered:
"You, kid, are just like what Shang Yan said, your vision is really sharp..."
"Come with me."
Shaking his head, the old man walked to another room, took a deep breath, and pulled the door wing resolutely.
Wow!
The wooden door rubbed against the grooves. In the huge room, the afterglow of the setting sun splashed on the three kimonos hanging in the center of the room, which was beautiful and moving.
In the conversation just now, the old man set a little trap that was difficult to detect.
He first complained, making Makoto Sakaki and the other two think that he was in a bad mood, and then he opened a room full of kimonos and told them that these were the top-grade kimonos in the store, but in fact, the room was just some ordinary stuff.
Even if Sakaki Makoto and the other two noticed that the quality of the kimono was not good, they were too embarrassed to say anything.
However...
While he was observing the three people, Sakaki Makoto was also observing him.
There is no doubt that the elderly who have been wearing kimonos for many years have an inexplicable affection for them.
sometimes...
Even more important than life.
It's reasonable to be reluctant.
but...
What he didn't expect was that Makoto Sakaki actually asked him to recommend him.
This is a gamble on the old man's vision and reputation.
How could he recommend those ordinary things?
Sakaki Makoto's suggestion also implies that he wants to see the old man's collection.
Originally, in the eyes of the elderly, with the changes of the times, young people today do not understand kimonos at all, they just want to have fun, so there is naturally no need to show off any good stuff.
Now it’s different...
Since Makoto Sakaki can tell the quality of a kimono at a glance, it means he has some knowledge in this area.
The old man didn't want to be accused by Sakaki Makoto later on of having a mediocre collection and treating ordinary items as top-notch.
Young Zhou Yu and old Huang Gai, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.
Instead of hiding it, the elderly hope that more energetic young people can understand the charm of kimono and participate in this industry.
In the quiet room, the three kimonos each have their own merits.
The figure on the left is wearing a white cherry blossom and crane kimono with the hem spread out and a colorful jacket on the outside, just like a peacock with its tail spread out, symbolizing purity.
The doll on the right is wearing a medium-length furisode kimono embroidered with winter plum blossoms, mainly green, with pink as a secondary color, and finally dark blue as the finishing touch.
As for the middle...
It was a twelve-piece quilt with a painted wooden fan decorated with gold and silver foil, also known as the Five-Yi Tang Robe, which was elegant and luxurious.
"I didn't expect that you, old sir, have such a collection."
Sakaki Makoto sighed:
"This is clothing that only women from the royal family can wear."
“Good eyesight.”
The old man nodded and smiled:
"This is the twelve kimonos that have been passed down through the generations of our Kyogoku family. It was the dress that Princess Otohime, the youngest daughter of Minamoto no Yoritomo, wore when she married into our Kyogoku family."
"Minamoto no Yoritomo?!"
Behind him, Hattori Heiji, who had been silent since entering the door, said in surprise:
"Could it be that Minamoto no Yoshitsune's elder brother?"
"good."
The old man nodded:
"Minamoto no Yoritomo was a daimyo born in the late Heian period. He was also the founder of the Kamakura shogunate and the military regime. He was the half-brother of Minamoto no Yoshitsune and was also known as Onimusha."
"In 1159, his father Minamoto no Yoshitomo was killed in the Heiji Rebellion, and the 13-year-old Minamoto no Yoritomo was exiled to Izu Province in Shizuoka Prefecture."
"Twenty years later, Minamoto no Yoritomo launched an uprising and in five years he wiped out the Taira-shiki imperial family. In another four years, he unified Japan."
"The famous Minamoto no Yoshitsune was killed because he held great power and was feared by Minamoto no Yoritomo."
"The ancestor of our Kyogoku family once served Minamoto no Yoritomo, made great contributions, and married Princess Otohime."
Hattori Heiji stopped talking.
Of course he had heard of the legend of Genji, in which Murasaki Shikibu wrote a book called "The Tale of Genji" with the Genji family as the protagonists.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune...
He is also the idol in the hearts of all those who practice kendo.
He is no exception.
Sakaki Makoto knew that the Kyogoku family had a great background, but he never expected...
It turns out to be related to Genji.
The twelve-piece kimono in front of you is woven according to the kimono that Princess Otohime wore when she got married.
"Wait a mininute..."
With his brows furrowed, Sakaki Makoto asked in confusion:
"Minamoto no Yoritomo was a person who lived more than 800 years ago."
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