|“||Master fire, and master your own destiny.||”|
A young man born in flames. The pain he experienced at the hands of fire led to his decision to take up the path of the warrior. He must be ever-vigilant to save as many people as he can!
Yakitori is simply grilled chicken skewers, mainly cooked with either salt or tare sauce. Grilling the chicken properly is a meticulous process requiring just the right amount and duration of heat to bring out its delicious flavor. Kick back and enjoy a skewer alongside some sake for a delectable and delightful experience.
How to Acquire
blue = lvl 1red = max lvl
|Contract||Oh, you're my Master Attendant! I'm Yakitori! Wherever there's fire, you'll find me!|
|Log In||What took you so long?! I've been waiting for ages! I thought something must have happened to you!|
|Ice Arena||It's not cold at all here-- Hey! Don't go grabbing my hand. I'm not your personal hand-warmer!|
|Skills||How does it feel to burn in flame!?|
|Ascend||Now I'll be able to do even more.|
|Fatigue||My hand is too sore to move. How about a little rest break, okay?|
|Recovering||The more I rest, the better I'll fight. Let me rest awhile longer.|
|Team Formation||Let's get out there! There's no time to lose!|
|Knockout||No... There are people I must protect... I can't...|
|Notice||Food's ready, go take it out. Is the next one gonna be salt or tare sauce?|
|Idle 1||Fire can cook delicious food, and also ignite a terrifying calamity.|
|Idle 2||Tomorrow I'll grill that noisy rooster.|
|Idle 3||Get discouraged from a little adversity is a cowardly thing. As long as you keep living, things will turn around. So, when you're unhappy, just eat a little something, and you'll feel better. Don't wallow in sorrow!|
|Interaction 1||It's burning! Turn down the flame! Really! How can someone be a Cooking Attendant if they can't control the flame. Stand aside, I'll do it!|
|Interaction 2||A little sake is necessary to bring out the flavor in anything-- Hey, what are you looking at!? You think just because I'm short that I'm a little kid?!|
|Interaction 3||The quieter it gets, the more uneasy I get-- that means, don't go blanking out on me!|
|Pledge||Hey, Attendant, since we've been together this long, you know the kind of person I am, right? How about you put more trust in me, and let me carry your burdens? No matter what the danger, I won't let you get hurt.|
|Intimacy 1||Ugh, I got a stiff neck again. And it's not because of how I slept, it's because your pillow is too uncomfortable!|
|Intimacy 2||Don't worry! I'll always be by your side. Don't let your thoughts run wild.|
|Intimacy 3||You're playing with fire as a joke on me? What were you thinking?! What if I didn't make it in time? What if you'd really gotten hurt?!|
|Victory||This is not my sole accomplishment.|
|Defeat||You've irritated me!|
|Feeding||Not bad, not bad. I like this gift. What do you want? I'll give you something too.|
|Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate.|
Official translations will be added whenever it's available.
I. House Heart
It was just after dinner time and the night was approaching. I opened the door of my house, carrying a bag of meat skewers that the izakaya’s owner had handed me, along with rice with lard and some pickles that the old lady who runs the bento shop insisted on giving me.
“I’m back- woo-ah!?”
As soon as I took a step into the entryway, I stepped on something cold and hard. It rolled around and tumbled me to the ground.
“Ouch ouch ouch…”
The object rolled far away and hit the wall, making a crunching sound. I looked at it and saw that it was the cup of tea that Master Attendant usually used. It was then that I noticed the mess in the entryway. There was a thin layer of dust, and a human silhouette was vaguely visible. The vase and teacup kettle that were originally placed on the cabinet were tumbled over, and the ceramic plate that was used to serve peanuts was broken into three pieces, with a few peanuts being scattered around in a pitiful way.
A thief? A bandit!?
I ignored the debris on the floor and ran barefoot into the hall.
“Master Attendant, are you alright?... huh?”
His room was unexpectedly tidy. Master Attendant was half lying by the window, and when he saw me coming, his body leaned forward and slumped weakly to the floor. He raised his face, gasping for breath, and trembled as he reached for me.
My heart stuttered.
I’ve only been out for a half day. Why does it look like Master Attendant is dying?
“Was the house burglarized? Were you hurt? Was anything taken?”
I rushed forward to help him up. When I got close, he suddenly came to his senses and grabbed my haori with a sniff.
“I’m starving… huh? Your clothes smell like meat… where is it? And, my rice with lard-“
I was a little confused and deflected his hand that was grabbing randomly.
“Stop, stop, stop. First, tell me, what happened in the entryway?”
“Well. I was hungry. So I wanted to pour myself a cup of tea and have some peanuts.”
“And then what?”
“I accidentally hit my little toe on the corner of the cabinet! That hurt like hell. The dust that was on top of the cabinet fell all over my head, causing my hand to slip and drop the plate on the floor. I tried to pick it up, then the cup was ...... and the vase ......”
“Huh? Why didn’t you clean up?”
“I’ll do it… later. What time is it? Let’s eat together first, then we can take care of that!”
“I’m not hungry now!”
I wanted to throw the food in his face, but I was a little reluctant to do so for fear of spilling it and invalidating my neighbors' goodwill. So I put my stuff down and go to the entryway to tidy up those tea sets. I was considering what to say to remedy the situation, when Master Attendant suddenly spoke up. His voice was low, and he was very serious.
“…it happened because someone wanted to take my life.”
I glanced at the Attendant’s glass, which was full and still untouched.
He hasn't even started drinking yet, so why is he already talking nonsense?
“You're the one who thinks I was at home all day ... I have my own problems, that's what I'm trying to explain to you, alright?”
“Again!? When will you stop bluffing?”
“Don’t believe me then.”
He took a sip of his drink and shook his head.
II. Fire Flint
When people talked about Kabuki-chō, they often referred to those streets filled with the smell of cosmetics and wooden frames glowing bright red in the night. The girls loosened their necklines a little to reveal their white jade-like necks, and with a twinkle in their eyes, they easily seduced their guests.
That is the truth. At night, Kabuki-chō, the city of the sleepless, was filled with the soft figures of women, who roamed the streets. And when the music and dancing stopped, the women removed their make-up and the samurai warriors left with their hats on. Their wonderful fake faces melted and peeled off as the sun rose, revealing their original appearance.
It was also my home, a street with a lot of residential buildings. Speaking of which, that was the first time I had ever entered Hanamachi while its businesses were open. No wonder I felt like I had mistakenly entered another country at that moment.
“My guests! You can't just barge into their room!”
“I need to find someone. I’ll just take a look and then go!”
With a little force, I broke free of the young man's hand and opened the door in the process.
As expected, the person I am looking for was in this room all-
No… who is this?
He turned his gaze toward me, his eyes sharp and cold as the blade of a katana. The back of his hand had prominent blue veins, his thumb snapped upward over the scabbard, from which the katana, already half drawn, glowed white silver under the cold light.
I had never seen Master Attendant looking like that, so I blanked out and was speechless for a moment.
When he saw me, he sighed with relief, collected himself and lowered the corners of his eyes, changing back to his usual impotent appearance.
"Hey, it's you."
The oiran remained calm as she spoke to me. She only briefly glanced towards the door, then she half covered her face with her sleeve and lightly smiled as she returned her eyes to Master Attendant.
"The one who came to catch you was actually the Young Master."
"Hey... don't make fun of me."
I rubbed my eyes.
“You..! What’s the matter with that outfit!?”
I was not wrong. That sword tied to his waist, his hair pulled up high and that hat resting on his feet... if it hadn’t been for his familiar face, I would have mistaken him for a ronin.
“I should be the one asking questions here. How did you find this place?”
Then I remembered what I was doing.
"I suddenly woke up in the middle of my nap and realized you were gone."
This man would rarely step out of his room, let alone his house. Whenever he heard a dog barking on the street, he cowered. For Master Attendant to disappear alone… it was too much of an anomaly.
“I went out and asked around. The old man who was on guard duty said you went this way. I didn’t believe him at first, and I was worried sick as well! But here you are, drinking wine…”
I wanted to walk up to him and voice my disapproval, but when I saw his sword, I instinctively restrained myself from coming any closer, feeling a mixture of emotions.
“Oh, that nosy old man! I even gave him half a bottle of wine yesterday ...”
"You haven't answered my question!"
Master Attendant sighed and took out a wine glass. He gently ran his fingers over the rim, filled it with wine, and pushed it in front of me.
“Sit down. It’s a long story.”
III. Start of a turmoil
The wood was being consumed by the flames, some fragments ending up on my hands due to the crackling fire. The hot air burned my skin and the stench of charcoal felt like it was going to take my breath away. As my consciousness gradually came back, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around.
Crimson red tongues of fire were wrapped around everything within sight. Both windows and doors were tightly closed. Black smoke was lingering in mid-air. Several charred objects were laying around, rendered unrecognizable by the fire.
Something twitched under my feet. I realized that I was stepping on a piece of fabric that had long, thin knuckles underneath it.
Is that hand… human?
I lifted that piece of haori, which seemed to be washed out and looked particularly dim. There really was a human underneath it.
"Hey, hey! Are you awake?"
His hair covered most of his face, his lips opened and closed, letting out an inaudible sound, and then his hands dropped to the floor, as if he had lost all his strength.
I woke up from my dream. What I had experienced when Master Attendant first summoned me was roughly what I had just dreamed. He was a clumsy old man who couldn't even cook properly, being capable of burning down his entire house just by trying to ignite a single flame. He moved to Kabuki-chō only two years ago and married a girl who sold flowers. However, the marriage didn't even last a year. The girl left because she couldn't stand his uselessness and never came back since then.
How can there be such indecisive people...
I learned this fact from the people in town, not long after having carried him out of that fire. I didn’t know how to react. But I got used to him being like that.
So hot… It was past mid summer, but the air was unexpectedly hot. I wiped my face. The light was blinding, as if it was already daytime. The familiar ceiling came into sight, and beneath me was the worn-out tatami mat that I was used to sleeping on during the week. I could barely sit up while holding my head and couldn't remember how I got home the day before.
I couldn't recall a single word after "It's a long story". I only remembered that glass of wine with a strong aroma. It didn’t feel spicy at all in my throat. There was only sweetness spreading in my mouth.
Then… and then after that…
“Fire! Put it out! Put it out!”
Panicked cries rose and fell, interrupting my thoughts, accompanied by a gust of hot air flooding into the house.
“Uhm… what’s on fire…? …ON FIRE?!”
I heard Master Attendant yawn dazedly, and then suddenly reacted as if he wanted to go to the window. That action made me feel anxious and immediately started to push his back, running towards the door.
"What are you still doing here? Get out!"
By the time we stood in the doorway, the fire was much larger than it had been earlier. The fire burned like a fierce beast devouring the streets I had known. The incandescent waves pushed their way from the outline of the river. The smoke obscured the sky. The fire turned everything into scarlet.
The hustle and bustle of everyday life was gone. There were only familiar figures running away from the flames of that hell.
“Yakitori, give us a hand!”
Two buckets of water thrown from nowhere landed at my feet. I picked them up with and was about to hand one to Master Attendant, but then I saw him looking at a blurred figure in the fire. His face was covered with cold sweat, his skin tone somewhere between blue and gray. Trembling, he wrapped his arms around his body.
“Sure enough, it’s them…”
“Master Attendant? Hello?”
I shook his shoulders, but saw no response from him. The chaotic yelling of the townspeople gave me another burst of anxiety. So I grabbed both buckets and pushed him away from the danger with my elbows.
“Find a place to hide yourself, I'll go help!”
IV. The Whole Story
A week had passed since the fire subsided. Although it had not yet regained its former vitality, it was said that a tycoon had helped rebuild Kabuki-chō, and finally everyone was not as sad as they were before. At that moment in time, the sun was hanging weakly on the edge of the horizon. The sky was already half tinted with darkness.
According to the daylight, it was past the dinner time. I opened the door of my house carrying rice with lard and two hot spring eggs that had been given to me by a man from the town's fire department.
Master Attendant was sitting in the middle of the room, shaking his bottle of wine and looking out the window. When he noticed my return, he turned his head, his hand trembling slightly as he squeezed the porcelain cup, the wine flowing down his fingertips and dripping down to the ground.
“I asked you to find out about… what happened?”
“She, the oiran, is indeed dead. Her body was found early this morning with a stab wound that went through her chest…”
“Stop! Stop talking…”
Master Attendant crouched down, holding his head, extruding an unmistakable cry of grief from his throat.
“She still went to that man ...... that fire was their warning! And she still went regardless ...... so stupid.”
I squeezed Master Attendant’s shoulders.
“Instead of talking about all the nonsense here, why don't you go track down the murderer behind it!”
“You were close to the oiran, weren't you? You also seem to know who set the fire. If that's the case, why are you still here?”
I looked at the glass of wine in his hand, a sudden burst of discomfort filling my heart. So, I snatched it up and casually threw it on the ground.
“It's not like you can't do anything, right? Where's your sword? Are you going to let the evidence rot in your own hands?”
“Yakitori, listen to me…”
“If you don't want to look into it, then I'll do it! They almost destroyed Kabuki-chō! Is it really okay to just let them do that?"
“That's not an organization you can mess with!”
Master Attendant suddenly raised his voice, but his words made me even angrier.
“Mess with, not mess with… they hurt my companions, my family! The lady from the bento house had half of her face burnt! And the owner of that izakaya… that building was the most valuable inheritance from his ancestors! You saw what happened! Are you really just going to sit there and watch things unfold!?”
Master Attendant looked into my eyes in silence. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth and said words that did not match what he had said before.
“Yakitori, you want to protect Kabuki-chō, don't you?”
“Yes! So, I’m going to find-”
“Whatever it takes?”
“…whatever it takes.”
“Remember what you have just said.”
“What do you mean?”
“All you have to do is guard this place. The rest… leave it to me.”
He sighed helplessly and finally sank down as if he had made up his mind. He moved a tatami mat and took out a worn Japanese sword from a hidden compartment underneath.
He put the sword on his waist. Then he took a square handkerchief and a letter from his arms, stuffed them into my arms haphazardly, and turned around to leave.
“Put that away, and don’t follow me.”
“Where are you going!?”
“It doesn't matter. But you just promised me yourself that you would guard this place. So you can't come.”
I didn't know how to react, so I picked up the cup and smashed his back, but he skilfully dodged it and smashed it in the air. The cup hit the wall with a crash.
Muffled human voices came from the doorway, gradually becoming inaudible.
“Who wants to go with you!”
I shouted, my palms loosening and tightening. The letter was crumpled.
I knew I would never see him again. But I also knew that he was going to do what he needed to do.
I never had the time to read that letter, but I was able to wear the square handkerchief around my neck, which accompanies me to this day. I don't know what he meant by giving me this, and I don't care to find out, but this square handkerchief is a symbol of an important 'promise' for me.
That was my pact with Master Attendant: to guard and protect the people standing in the back. Until Kabuki-chō was going to be fully rebuilt. Until I would have joined the town’s fire department. Until the day my contract would eventually disappear…
I would guard that most ordinary civilian residential street, no matter the cost.
By the time you read this letter, I'll be 80% on my way. I'm sorry to have hidden so much from you, but knowing too much would have inevitably gotten you killed. I didn't want to disrupt the routine you loved, so I always acted just like a scrappy old man in front of you.
What I was going to do was something that would have overturned the current political situation in Sakurajima - in common language, commit treason. To do that, I needed a lot of information, and the oiran was the provider of that information. She fell in love with the wrong person and I... developed superfluous feelings for others while on a mission.
Two years ago, I met my wife - ah, now ex-wife - in Kabuki-chō. I was attracted by her smile and unconsciously began to yearn for the simple and peaceful civilian life...
So I orchestrated a fake death and took on a whole new identity, living in the street. But I was too useless in the end. After throwing away the job as a secret agent for a treasonous organization, there was really very little that I could do. Perhaps, as you said, it was because I kept running away from the past and was only trying to get the warmth I longed for from her that she chose to leave me.
What you care most about, I think, is the fire. The person who set the fire came from the organization I used to work for. I am certain that it was a warning for the oiran, who leaked information to the enemy and to me, who was hiding in the shadows.
I knew it was impossible to escape, but I still held on to my luck and have lived in fear until now. My stupidity and lack of self-confidence have brought misfortune to this street, and now that it has come to this, no amount of apologies will help, but I pray that I won't further drag you into this.
As for you, Yakitori. The one I can't let go of now is you. Learn from my mistakes and remember to avoid rushing into action when you are in doubt. I'm leaving my home in your hands... I hate to admit it, but I don't really deserve it.
It's just that, without a doubt, Yakitori, this little cottage in Kabuki-chō, is your home. If you want to, guard it. Your old man has nothing else to leave for you. I've searched my whole body and only found a handkerchief. Don't worry, it's new. I kept it on my chest and didn't want to use it. If you find it smelly... just wash it yourself. It was my amulet, but I guess it won't be of any use for me anymore, so I'll leave it to you.
Yakitori unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and casually scanned it twice.
“So long… I’d rather not read it.”
In any case, all the agreements that needed to be made have been done. All that remained was to finish it. Too much redundancy was unnecessary, in Yakitori’s mind.
He folded up the letter and pressed it back into the bottom of the drawer.
“Yakitori! There’s a fire! A big one! Hurry up!”