(21 to climb
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Taira, despondent and angry at fate, decided a little blasphemy seemed reasonable.
Scaling the torii arch of the shrine, he settled himself on the top beam, laying on his back, hands behind his head, gazing up at the moon, and began to
whistle. It was a rakish gaijin tune he had once heard, to the distant accompaniment of the musical party his Bayushi cousin was hosting.
The forces of the cosmos might be determined to make a fool of him, but he would roll with the joke, he always did. After all, he'd been a fool his whole life, why stop now?