“A Strange Custom from a Remote Village”
An ancient and bizarre tradition.
The most capable man in the village impregnates the priestess to predict the year’s fortune.
If she does not conceive—then the priestess…
“This year it was Gousuke, but apparently the priestess didn’t get pregnant.”
“What? That’s some bad luck!”
“That’s true. She didn’t get pregnant at all.”
“What the hell! This is gonna make the gods really angry!”
“It’s a shame for the priestess, but it’s the village’s rule. We gotta do it.”
“Yeah, yeah, if we hesitate, we’ll be cursed!”
“Alright, let’s get on with it!”
“How’s it going? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. She understands it’s for the village, so the priestess is staying quiet.”
“Yeah, she’s young, but she’s handling it well.”
“Last year, she was out of control, couldn’t do anything about her.”
“Yeah, yeah, we don’t need any extra trouble. Let’s just get it over with.”
“Isn’t she about to puke soon?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s about time she lets it all out!”
“No matter how much she holds it in, it’s useless! The body’s honest!”
“Yeah, there you go, just let it out already!”
“She finally threw up.”
“Yeah, now her stomach’s empty.”
“Here’s where it gets serious. This is where the priestess decides whether she’ll cry or struggle.”
“Alright, priestess, it’s been decided. You’ve got no choice but to accept it.”
“She threw up again!”
“The offering was wasted… What a damn shame!”
“She’s nothing but a greedy, filthy priestess with an appetite like no one else!”
“Yeah, yeah, with this, we won’t be able to face the gods!”
“Hey, you guys, hold the priestess down so she can’t move! If she escapes, I’ll make you pay!”