#kawahori

[tanuki-kimono]

Types of ôgi (folding fans), handy reference chart by Edo-era lover Nadeshico Rin. Please note this overview doesn’t cover all Japanese fan variations, for example also see maiôgi (舞扇 dance fan), tsunenoôgi  (常の扇 common fan), shizume (鎮扇 noh fan), rokkoku (六骨 Kamakura fan), gunsen (軍扇 war fan), etc etc.

Fans were first imported to Japan from China, and were used from the start as symbols of status and refinement. Chinese fans were originaly rigid ones (see modern uchiwa), and according to Rin, foldable ones appeared in Japan during Heian period free from Chinese influences.

In the past, word ôgi 扇 meant “sliding door” (today 戸板 toita), and overtime lost its original meaning to only designate folding fans.

From right to left, you can see on first picture the oldest known Japanese folding fans:

Hiôgi (檜扇 - ひおうぎ) - hinoki cypress fan, used by Heian nobles. Some theorise those were first made from shaku 笏 (a type of ritual wooden baton used in Shinto) hold together by threads. Hiôgi were symbol of power and formal ones were heavily decorated with painted sceneries and dangling colorful ribbons.

Kawahori (蝙蝠 - かわほり) - lit. «bat» fan, appeared around mid. Heian period. Those were simplified hiôgi meant to be used in Summer. The lighter frame had paper pasted on one side, somehow giving the aspect of a bat wing when seen from reverse.

From there, kawahori fans morphed during Muromachi period:

Ukeori (浮折 - うけおり) or «floating» types which had unmovable handles and looser top parts. Some examples are: - Suehiro (末広 - すえひろ) - spread out fan, with curving ribs - Chûkei (中啓 - ちゅうけい) - ceremonial fan, used by nobles, samurai and monks - Bonbori (ぼんぼり) - the little brother of the chûkei which appeared during Edo period (bonbori are paper covered lanterns I don’t know if those and this fan are linked).

Shizumeori (沈折 - しずめおり) or folding types, where whole structure can be collapsed, looking quite sleek and refined. Most known fan of this type is: - Sensu (扇子- せんす) - folding fan, which is the most spread nowadays. During Muromachi period, paper began to be put on both sides, hiding the ribs. Interestingly, Imperial court still favors one side paper only even today as a nod to the original design.

During Edo period, folding fans use spread among the whole population and their ribs started to get more and more decorated with sukashi (透かし openwork). Some popular designs included:

Hanabishi (花菱 - はなびし) - flowery diamond-shaped cut-out​

Nekomasukashi (猫間透し - ねこますかし) - «cat door» cut-out (sometimes also called nekome/猫目/cateye)

Kamatarisukashi (鎌足透し - かまたりすかし) - «heels apart» cut-out

Oosukashi (大透し - おおすかし) - big cut-out

Rokkotsusukashi (六骨透し - ろつこつすかし) - «six points» cut-out

Chôjisukashi (丁子透し - ちょうじすかし) - «clove» cut-out

Nagachôjisukashi (長丁子透し - ながちょうじすかし) -«long clove» cut-out

[faintwalker]

Here’s the first half of a pmv!  

-wWw- 

[lys-9-10]

Six Sentence Sunday

Akaashi knew the exact moment he fell in love with Bokuto. It was when Bokuto was huddling under that silly table after losing the match to Kawahori. His neck awkwardly bent in the small space, his round eyes still glistening with tears, and his voice unusually soft as he called out Akaashi’s name.

“Practice spikes with me for just a lil' bit?” Bokuto had asked. 

And just like that, something just… shifted. In Akaashi’s chest.

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This part just got me in the manga... so my first Bokuaka fic was born. 😁Having lots of fun writing these 2

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[redsamuraiii]

Yoshitsune (Ep 16)

Shirabyōshi (白拍子) were court female dancers in the Heian and Kamakura period who performed for nobles and high-ranking samurai. They were required to be educated, including being able to both read and write – they were talented poets, musicians, singers, and dancers. 

The outfit they wear, which is Shinto-inspired, is truly a man’s outfit featuring a tate-eboshi hat, worn by samurai, a tachi (a samurai’s sword), red hakama with white and red suikan, a male Shinto outfit, and finally a kawahori hand fan, which men carried. 

The captivating dance was accompanied by a slow and rhythmic music performed with drum and flute. The cultural dance still takes place today at Yasaka Shrine during Gion Matsuri.

[thekimonogallery]

"Can you see the small pattern of bats drawn? Many people think of bats as vampires, but before they were influenced by the image of the West (around the middle of the Meiji era), they were considered to be auspicious animals. It is also called a mosquito-eating bird in Japan, and the ancient name of the bat, "Kawahori," was the summer season word." Text by Pagong

[akhylsthebat]

🦇Bat Fact! Do you know of the Japanese House Bat (Pipistrelles abramus)? Also known as the “Japanese pipistrelle,” this small vesper bat comes in at a very tiny 1-6g in average weight. Insectivorous, this bat feeds on beetles, caddisflies, flies, moths etc. This bat can be found across East Asia, including Japan. In Japanese, the word for bat is “Abura komori” which is most likely derived from the word “Kawahori” meaning “eats mosquitoes.” This bat commonly dwells in man-made structures and likes to roost under the ceiling or inside the roof of old buildings. This bat is listed as “Least Concern” by the IUCN🦇

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❛ my, my, kawahori-san, haven't you complained enough already? ❜ shinobu's voice might be teasing but the smile on her features is strained at the edges, growing annoyance clear in the narrowed corners of her eyes. ❛ the dye isn't even permanent, you know? just wash your hair a few times and it will be gone. ❜ [ from shinobu! ]

“I feel like a trashy counterculture brat, and I still don’t believe you that blue was the only color they had. I look like a radioactive tropical plant.” In other words, no, he is not going to stop complaining. Hair dye is stupid. And he is going to compare it to every bad thing he can think of.

“And all because you have some issue with setting off a bomb outside the town. I am all for subterfuge, but I still think in this case, a distraction would have been easier, not to mention less humiliating. I can feel the stuff seeping into my skull.”

[dolphelecat]

Fujiwara no Sai - Moodboard

“I never lost when my stone was black.”

Credits:

The fake fish are screenshot from the YouTube video Living Aquarium lamp by AutistiVision:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHpqphA-ysY

“Go game” by Luis de Bethencourt is licensed under CC BY 2.0

“Japanese Kawahori-ogi Fan” by 猫猫的日记本 is licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0

 Shinobue from Grinnell College Musical Instrument Collection:  https://omeka1.grinnell.edu/MusicalInstruments/items/show/315

Other photos are in the public domain.

[meaveeshrim]

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN!!

Repost, don’t reblog!

NAME: Jade NICKNAME: Jade is the nickname FACECLAIM: Mostly Kuro from Servamp, but occasionally others PRONOUNS: she / her. HEIGHT: 5′4″ (maybe? i’m too lazy to dig up my driver’s license to be sure) BIRTHDAY: april 12 AESTHETIC: che....mis....try? LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: High Hopes by Kodaline (it’s totally a charlotte song)

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN:

Yakuma Koshirou and Iriya Kawahori from Itsuwaribito; all my dumb ocs, most of which aren’t even on tumblr because I’m too lazy to make icons and then try to get accepted into other rp communities

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON):

I had a friend who was into the series and had a few ocs so I was like ‘I’m gonna make an oc too so they can interact and have fun and stuff, yo’. So I started reading the series and developing charlotte (who was actually named by a friend b/c I suck at naming). 

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE:

Honestly, part of the reason I developed her like I did was because I saw so many people relying on obvious, blatant harms for their character’s angst. While I’m not saying this is a bad thing (heck, I do it plenty myself), stuff like ‘they were abused’ or ‘they saw their parents die’ or ‘they grew up on the streets’ always felt too easy to me. I wanted a character who’s suffering was something harder to explain. I wanted a character with an ongoing emotional struggle that was more against herself than any external force. I wanted her to feel the same level of suffering as other muses, but also feel like she doesn’t deserve the right to be upset because, all things considered, her life has been pretty good. She had a good home, she was never abused, but the isolation she’s felt her whole life causes her to drive people away by trying to be too close, causes her to make herself spend time with those that hate her as if it will one day get better, causes her to carry burdens without a word because she feels like other people have already had it worse. She feels like she hasn’t earned her unhappiness and it terrifies her.

Tl;dr: I wanted to show that suffering is suffering, whether it feels justified or not. The pain of one is not diminished by the pain of those around them. I wanted to show that any level of sadness is terrible and should be addressed with the same seriousness as any other. And Charlotte is the muse that I do that through. And man, has it revealed a lot.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING

Developing muse relationships. I love to see how different characters interact with each other and the sort of feeling they can grow for one another. Whether it’s hate, friendship, romance, complete indifference... I enjoy it all. That’s why I tend to shy away from pre-established stuff. It pulls away the natural growth of a bond, whatever the nature of that bond may be.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS:

Depends on my mood. Sometimes you just want your character to get love and be happy. Other times you want to rip their soul out with a pitchfork and have it for breakfast. Both are equally enjoyable in their own ways so it really does depend on how I’m feeling.

THE BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE:

She is breaking down. She was supposed to be so much better at handling being shut down. But it’s gotten hard because the best relationships she’s had were with characters who are no longer around. There’s far more muses now who openly despise her, but she pushes herself to be around them anyways. It’s taking one hell of a tole on her emotional well-being. This is hard to write because I get very emotionally connected to my writing so when Charlotte hits a low, I do too. On top of that, because most muses don’t really like or care about her, I can’t write angst with anyone. And angsting by yourself is WAY less enjoyable. In fact, it’s pretty terrible to know that you have to.

Generally, writing her is a struggle sometimes because I truly do want her to have SOME true happiness and with the relationships she has now, it will never happen.

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ゆれる雨音/Blue Seeker https://youtu.be/8zLnKuRMzCY

出演 : 楓フウカ 衣装 : SONAR　https://sonar.stores.jp/ メイク : chie ヘアメイク : Takumi Kawahori 演出 : 吉田ハレラマ 

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Shirabyōshi 白拍子

Illustration : shirabyōshi par Katsushika Hokusai 葛飾北斎 (1760-1849)

Les shirabyōshi 白拍子 étaient des danseuses traditionnelles, de la période Kamakura jidai 鎌倉時代 (1185-1333). Elles étaient appréciées à la cour impériale japonaise. Ces danseuses se produisaient également pour les kuge 公家 (nobles) et les samurai 侍 de haut rang. La profession de shirabyōshi connait un franc succès poussant de nombreuses femmes à vivre ainsi. La shirabyōshi voue sa danse aux dieux. Le nom shirabyōshi signifie "rythme blanc" en raison de leur maquillage et du caractère lent et rythmé de leur danse. Elles étaient éduquées, savaient lire et écrire, maîtrisaient la poésie, la musique et la danse. Il a été dit que la culture shirabyōshi a fortement influencé le théâtre "nō 能" en mettant en avant le kusemai 曲舞, forme peu orthodoxe de la danse.

Illustration : shirabyōshi photographiée par  Ogawa isshin /  Kazuma 玉村 康三郎 (1860-1929)

Les shirabyōshi sont reconnaissables grâce à la tenue purement masculine qu’elles portent inspirée du  shinto  神道 :

Un chapeau "tate-eboshi"立烏帽子", porté par les samurai.

Une épée, "tachi 太刀" de samurai.

Un "hakama 袴" rouge, porté principalement par les hommes.

Un "suikan 水干" blanc et un suikan rouge, tenue masculine shintoïste.

Un "kawahori  蝙蝠扇", éventail tenu par les hommes.

Les shirabyōshi portaient la marque blanche traditionnelle du maquillage facial, couvrant complètement le visage et le cou et dessinant de nouveaux sourcils plus élevés sur le front, qui sera pendant des siècles associé aux "geisha 芸者".

Leur coiffure était assez simple, les cheveux tirés vers l’arrière en une queue de cheval pouvant parfois aller jusqu’au sol, attachée avec un ruban appelé "takenaga 絵元結".

[faintwalker]

Iriya was wholly unprepared for this strategy.

[lys-9-10]

Ch. 1 of In which Bokuto loves having sleepovers & "Deep Man Chats" (DMCs) with Akaashi

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Akaashi knew the exact moment he fell in love with Bokuto. It was when Bokuto was huddling under that silly table after losing the match to Kawahori. His neck awkwardly bent in the small space, his round eyes still glistening with tears, his voice unusually soft as he called out Akaashi’s name.

“Practice spikes with me for just a lil’ bit?” Bokuto had asked. 

And just like that, something just… shifted. In Akaashi’s chest. 

Up until that point, Bokuto had simply been a star. Glowing, admirable, and other-worldly. A million light years away. 

Perhaps it was seeing him look so small and vulnerable underneath that table. Perhaps it was the strange softness in his tone as he requested Akaashi’s presence (for it really did feel that time like he was requesting Akaashi’s presence—not merely his sets). Perhaps it was the simple trust in his large, owl-like eyes as they locked on Akaashi’s. 

Whatever it was, Akaashi fell. 

Bokuto ceased to be only a star. He ceased to be only the team ace. 

He became Bokuto . And Akaashi loved him. 

Akaashi was quiet with his love. Quiet had always been his way. Not because he was shy, per se…. Simply because he thought actions meant more than words. 

He loved Bokuto with his actions. With how he paid attention to Bokuto’s triggers, carefully calculating and arranging every detail so as to avoid them. With how he always knew the right thing to say to preserve or bring back Bokuto’s beaming, cheek-splitting smile. 

Everyone on the team knew that if there was a “Bokuto alert”, you turned to Akaashi. Akaashi would know what to do. 

It was Akaashi’s job to take care of Bokuto. And he performed his job with the utmost love and attention.

But now…

Now was unprecedented. Now Akaashi was the one coming unhinged in the middle of the match. Akaashi was the one who had to be benched because he couldn’t pull himself together. 

“If you’re not feeling good, why don’t you sit down for a bit?” Bokuto suggested. 

And Akaashi wanted to cry. Partly because it was touching, Bokuto taking care of him. But also because it was wrong. 

Akaashi took care of Bokuto. That was his job. That was his chosen vocation. And he’d failed so badly in that vocation that their roles had needed to be reversed. 

Akaashi dropped his head in his hands. 

A strangled yell tore from him.

Oh my god. He was yelling— into his hands— on the bench— in the middle of a match— in the middle of Nationals. 

What had happened to him?? Where was calm, collected, mature Akaashi who always knew the way forward? Who always knew not only how to regulate his own emotions, but to regulate the emotions of his captain? 

He was a disaster… 

Akaashi was so wrapped up in berating himself that he almost missed the thud of the ball hitting the floor. 

Almost. 

Snapping to attention, he jerked his head out of his hand and anxiously assessed the court. 

Bokuto was standing, totally upright, inches away from the ball. His eyes were locked on Akaashi and his mouth hung open in pure shock. 

Akaashi felt his gut twist. 

No… No, he hadn’t… 

Bokuto turned towards the coach and started frantically bobbing his arms up and down in the form of a T. 

A time-out? No, not just because… 

Akaashi opened his mouth to shout in protest—but coach had already blown the whistle. 

Bokuto was at his side in an instant. 

“Kaashi! You alright??” 

Bokuto dropped to one knee and put a hand on his shoulder. Akaashi almost wanted to shake it off. 

“Bokuto…” he croaked, his throat feeling thick with nausea. “Did you miss that ball because of me?” 

Bokuto rolled his eyes dramatically. “Puh-leaze. I didn’t miss it. I don’t miss balls, Kaashi. I chose not to get it.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you were wigging out, obviously.” 

Akaashi’s brow crumpled. He raised an unsteady hand to his face and covered his eyes for a moment. He breathed in through his nose, trying to collect himself. Trying not to think about the fact that he, Akaashi, has cost his team another point… that he’d cost Bokuto another point…

 “Bokuto,” he said, opening his eyes at last. He made his voice harsh to cover his panic. “This isn’t a good use of a time-out. You need to get back out on the court right now.” 

Bokuto chuckled. (How could he chuckle right now?)  

“Wow, you’re so frazzled you don’t even remember game rules? No takesy-backsies on time-outs. ‘S’already been called.”

“Then go use the rest of it to strategize!”

Bokuto shook his head and then—and then… then he had Akaashi’s face held between his two palms and he was gazing into his eyes with a gentle ferocity that made Akaashi fear he might keel backwards off the bench. 

“Kaashi,” he said. “Listen. You’re the best setter I’ve ever had. You know that right?” 

Akaashi may have quaked a little. “I… I know you think that, yes.” 

He could and did appreciate the intention behind Bokuto trying to encourage him this way… But honestly, right now it just made him feel more pressure. 

“But if you weren’t,” Bokuto continued, still holding Akaashi’s face, “Then that’s okay too. Know what I mean?” 

Akaashi blinked. “… Huh?” 

Bokuto laughed—not just a chuckle, an actual, joyful laugh… Then, he sobered, but it wasn’t in an upset way. It was in a “I have something important to say and I’m gonna say it” way.

“Kaashi,” Bokuto said, looking him seriously in the eye. (He still held his face.) “What I’m saying is, if you blow this match—if you blow the whole flippin’ tournament—heck, if you blow every single volleyball game you ever play from this day forward… Well then that’s okay. I don’t care.” And then, just like that, his seriousness disappeared. Bokuto flashed a dazzling grin. He jutted out his chin and declared, far more loudly than was necessary: “You’re still Kaashi and you’re still my favourite setter!” 

Akaashi stared... Slowly, he lifted his hand and, one by one, gingerly removed Bokuto’s hands from his face. 

“But you love winning,” he rasped, as he let the second hand drop. That is, he tried to let it drop—Bokuto seemed to have other ideas, promptly lacing his fingers with Akaashi’s. 

“Yeah,” Bokuto said easily. “I do. But I love you better than winning.” 

Akaashi trembled. 

Bokuto, meanwhile, broke off into his puzzled, considering face and asked: “Can you say ‘I love you better’? Or only ‘I love you more?’” 

Grammar… Bokuto was asking him about grammar… He should respond—should give him the right answer—that was what Akaashi did…. 

But Bokuto’s hand was still intertwined with his. And just now he had said he loved him… 

It wasn’t as though Bokuto had never said that before. There had always been exuberant “I love you man!”s that came with tackle hugs after big wins. There were also dopey “I really really love you Kaashi”s when Bokuto had had a few too many drinks.

But… Bokuto had never said it like this. Never in this matter-of-fact tone, just cleanly stating truth, not even fueled by adrenaline or alcohol… And he’d certainly never matter-of-factly stated that he loved Akaashi more than winning. 

Akaashi’s heart felt too big, too swollen for his chest. It was pressing up against his ribcage, threatening to crack it open. 

If Akaashi had been like Bokuto—if he’d had his cheerful, carefree impetuosity—then he would have just planted a kiss on Bokuto right then and there. Would’ve grabbed him by the back of the neck and pressed their mouths together. Then he would have leaned his forehead against his and whispered that he, Akaashi, loved Bokuto too. (For all the times Bokuto had said it, Akaashi had never once responded in kind.) (To him, it meant something else entirely… And he didn’t want to say it unless he could say it with its full meaning.) 

But Akaashi wasn’t like Bokuto. 

So instead, he briefly—very briefly—squeezed Bokuto’s hand and stood up. 

“Right.” He said, his voice steady again. “Let’s turn this game around.”

———-

“Everyone give it up for the awesomest, most kickassest setter of the quarter century!” 

Bokuto had his arm thrown over Akaashi’s shoulder and was leaning heavily on him. His other arm was raised in a toast as he grinned jubilantly at their team-mates, gathered around the restaurant table. 

An echo of “Here here”s and the like rang out, and then the clinking of glasses. 

Akaashi, who was back to his even-keeled self and unfazed by the attention, turned to Bokuto. “Which setter from 25 years ago do you have in mind?” 

“Eh?” 

“You said I’m the best setter of the quarter century. Which better setter from 25 years ago are you thinking of?” (There were any number of options to choose from, as far as Akaashi was concerned. He was simply curious which was Bokuto’s favourite.)

“Oh is that what a quarter century means?” Bokuto giggled and took a swig of his drink. “I just liked the sound of it. Sounds like kings and queens and smart people, y’know?”

Akaashi felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He looked away to allow himself to smile in private. 

Bokuto’s weight shifted on his shoulder. The ace was raising his glass again. 

“I should correct that,” he said. “You’re definitely the awesomest for more than a quarter century.” 

“That”—Akaashi reached out a hand and firmly pressed Bokuto’s arm down—“won’t be necessary.” 

The little bell above the restaurant door dinged, signalling the entrance of another party. Akaashi didn’t bother to look—until Bokuto’s face split into a wide grin and he whooped, “Kuroo!”

The Nekoma captain and his tired-eyed setter drew up to their table. 

“Howdy,” Kuroo said, clapping Akaashi on the shoulder (because he was closest). “That was a pretty badass game you all pulled out there.” 

“I knoooow right,” Bokuto crowed. “Kaashi here was on fire.” 

Kuroo’s eyes glinted with a hint of a smirk. “Mhm. In more ways than one, from your perspective.” 

Akaashi blinked—then frowned. 

“Ya guys wanna sit down?” Bokuto asked, scooting over to make room in the booth. Thankfully, he seemed not to have caught Kuroo’s implication.

Akaashi slid into the space Bokuto had created and Kuroo and Kenma filed into the booth next to him. 

“You were pretty good too, Bokuto-san,” Kenma said, after they settled. 

Bokuto beamed, obviously pleased as punch by the watery compliment from Nekoma’s notoriously tepid setter. “Why thank you. I was top of my game if I do say so myself.” His grin faltered. “Ah shit. I gotta pee. Y’all have to get out again.”

Kuroo snorted. “You didn’t see this coming half a second ago when you invited us to sit down?”

“Bokuto never sees anything coming,” Akaashi contributed monotonously. “Unless it’s a volleyball, that is.”

“Fine then sourpusses, I’ll climb over yer laps!” 

Bokuto popped up onto his hands and knees and…. did exactly that. 

Akaashi tried to pretend that all the blood didn’t immediately rush to his face. Beside him, he could hear Kuroo snicker. (He wasn’t looking at him. He was trying very hard not to look anywhere right now but straight ahead.)

When Bokuto was out of earshot, Kuroo turned to Akaashi, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“So that was quite the game, eh Akaashi?”

“You said that already,” Kenma said from Kuroo’s side. 

“Yeah but there are layers to this statement, Kenma.”

Akaashi picked up his chopsticks and began busying himself with his plate of food. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kuroo laughed and dug his elbow into Akaashi’s ribs. “I can’t believe you let him hold your face for a full timeout and walk away without kissing you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kuroo, don’t be mean.” 

“When are you going to tell him?” Kuroo asked, ignoring Kenma.

“Tell him what?” Akaashi winced. That was the wrong way to retort… Questions invite answers… 

Sure enough, Kuroo scoffed and said—thankfully not loud enough to draw the other players’ attention above the loud restaurant music and ruckus of conversation— “Oh I dunno, that you’re head over heels in love with him?” 

Akaashi flushed hotly. Perhaps angrily. 

He’d known for a while that Kuroo had guessed about his feelings. Kuroo hinted. Kuroo teased. But Kuroo had never just flat out said it like that. 

“I—”

“I know, I know. You don’t know what I’m talking about.” Kuroo tugged Akaashi into a playful headlock, whispered, “Bokuto’s coming back,” and let him go. 

Bokuto appeared a mere moment later, and Akaashi felt begrudging gratitude for Kuroo’s scrap of decency that had motivated the warning.

“Hey hey hey! Bladder allll emptied,” Bokuto joyfully declared. Then, he braced a hand on Kenma’s lap and began to raise a knee. 

Akaashi rocketed to his feet. “Let him in, guys,” he said, rather too urgently. 

Kenma tugged a snickering Kuroo to his feet.

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Shirabyoshi - 白拍子 2017 - 51 by kuma

Shirabyōshi (白拍子) were court female dancers in the Heian and Kamakura period who performed for nobles and high-ranking samurai. They were required to be educated, including being able to both read and write – they were talented poets, musicians, singers, and dancers. The outfit they wear, which is Shinto-inspired, is truly a man’s outfit featuring a tate-eboshi hat, worn by samurai, a tachi (a samurai’s sword), red hakama with white and red suikan, a male Shinto outfit, and finally a kawahori hand fan, which men carried. The captivating dance was accompanied by a slow and rhythmic music performed with drum and flute.

The cultural dance still takes place today at Yasaka Shrine during Gion Matsuri.

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Japanese: アナザー Romaji: Anazā Chinese: 替身 English: Another Genre: Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Thriller

Staff Directed by: Tsutomu Mizushima Written by: Ryō Higaki Music by: Kow Otani Studio: P.A.Works Licensed by: AUS Hanabee, NA Sentai Filmworks, UK MVM Films Original network: KNB, KBS, Tokyo MX, CTC English network: US Anime Network Original run: January 10, 2012 – March 27, 2012 Episodes: 12 + OVA

Cast Koichi Sakakibara: Atsushi Abe Mei Misaki: Natsumi Takamori Naoya Teshigawara: Tomoaki Maeno Yuuya Mochizuki: Kazutomi Yamamoto Izumi Akazawa: Madoka Yonezawa Tomohiko Kazami: Mitsuhiro Ichiki Yukari Sakuragi: Ai Nonaka Ikuo Takabayashi: Shou Takano Aya Ayano: Mana Hirata Junta Nakao: Kengo Kawanishi Takako Sugiura: Misato Fukuen Daisuke Wakui: Kousuke Kobayashi Yumi Ogura: Iori Nomizu Makoto Ouji: Go Inoue Noboru Saruta: Genki Muro Manabu Maejima: Keisuke Koumoto San Watanabe: Satomi Akesaka Kazue Satou: Yu Shimamura Sayuri Kakinuma: Yoshino Nanjo Yukito Tsujii: Ryota Asari Kenzou Kawahori: Kenichi Mine Matsuko Arita: Shizuka Furuya Reiko Mikami: Naoko Sakakibara Tatsuji Chibiki: Hiroaki Hirata Shouji Kubodera: Kouzou Mito Sanae Mizuno: Seiko Yoshida Katsumi Matsunaga: Shinya Takahashi Inose Mochizuki: Mahiro Inoue Tamie Mikami: Mizuka Arima Ryouhei Mikami: Kouji Yada Yousuke Sakakibara: Takurou Kitagawa Amane: Sayuri Sadaoka Keiko Numata: Rie Takahashi Kensaku Numata: -

Synopsis In 1972, Misaki, a popular student of Yomiyama North Middle School’s class 3-3, suddenly died partway through the school year. Since then, the town of Yomiyama has been shrouded by a fearful atmosphere, from the dark secrets hidden deep within.

In 1998, Kouichi Sakakibara, a 15-year-old student transfers into class 3-3 of Yomiyama North Middle School and soon after discovers that a strange, gloomy mood seems to hang over all the students.

He also finds himself drawn to Mei Misaki, a mysterious and eyepatch-wearing student whom classmates and teacher seemingly ignore her. Paying no heed to warnings from everyone including Mei herself, Kouichi begins to get closer not only to her, but also to the truth behind the gruesome phenomenon plaguing class 3-3 of Yomiyama North Middle School.

This anime follows Kouichi, Mei and their classmates as they are pulled into the enigma surrounding a series of inevitable and tragic events, but unraveling the horror of Yomiyama may just cost them the ultimate price.

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