There are two interpretations of the legend of the tradition of people wearing masks at Wajin festivals:

The first legend is related to the royal family, and it is said that the royal family of the Moon Country is not allowed to look directly at mortals, otherwise they will bleed to death through seven holes. But in the past, there was a little prince who lived in the deep palace for a long time and was very curious about the people, and every time there was a festival, he would climb the walls of the palace and watch the brilliant fireworks from afar. Seeing that his envious appearance was very pitiful, the prince's mother commissioned the skilled craftsmen of the palace to make a mask for him, so that he could blend in with the people and not cause corpses to be scattered all over him.

The second legend is related to the rich culture of gods and ghosts in the Land of the Moon. It is said that the gods and various yokai also come to participate in the festival on this day, and masks are put on so that their identities are not revealed.

Because the royal family of the Moon Country claims to be the descendants of the Great Moon God, the two legends are generally not opposites but complementary. Although it is difficult to tell whether this is true or not, it has become a long-standing tradition for both adults and children to wear masks to hide their true faces during festivals.

The firelight flickered by the side of the road. At noon, the noisy procession was accompanied by drums and laughter, and shirtless young men carried a heavy palanquin to the shrine on the mountain, which was called "Please God" in the Land of the Moon, and after a year of hard watch, what they were doing was to carry the guardian spirit down the mountain and walk around the village, so that the gods could see the village they were protecting.

The gongs and drums sounded again and again, and the men in charge of carrying the sedan chair this year shouted slogans, and the people in charge of vocal music were also working hard and enthusiastically. Children carry windmills and follow along with the procession of adults as they play and follow curiously, and the vocal music comes and goes, from small to large and from large to small.

After several rounds of tours, the palanquin that serves as a platform for the gods is placed in the center of the festival, and the people of each household in the village place their offerings to the gods. While the people in charge of the entertainment for tonight began to set up the stage, the vendors set up mobile stalls next to them, the foot merchants spread out coarse cloth, and the convoy with donkey-drawn carts arrived a little later to unfold the boards of the two-wheeled carts and use the carts as a display point.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. Even in a village with such a small population, the festival is still lively.

According to the young shopkeeper of the small shop, the reason why it is so lively is because the festival in this village exists as part of a larger festival in the neighborhood.

The festival lasts for seven or eight days, and the first day of the festival begins here because the village is closest to the shrine at the foot of the mountain.

After a day of touring, people from neighboring villages would come and pick up the palanquin and carry it to their village to continue the next round of celebrations, and so on. Because it is an annual festival, travelers and merchants from the neighborhood also come in an endless stream, and from noon to night, people continue to join the lively procession, and in a short period of time, the number of people in the village, which is already more than 100 people, has increased by more than three or four times.

Craftsmen, food and trinkets sellers, performers, and all kinds of practitioners set up small stalls. A huge bonfire was erected in the square next to the village, and in its vicinity, makeshift tents of all sizes were erected.

These people would travel with the sedan chairs of the gods, trying to earn a year's worth or at least half a year's worth of silver taels during these few days of joy.

Along with spring, which has just come to life, this vibrant festival symbolizes the beginning of a new year. Although the three Henry, who had been through the swamp village, had never been able to enjoy it to their heart's content, the people here did seem to be ignorant of what was happening further north.

Because they didn't have their own tents, the three of them stayed at a small shop that sold dumplings. The two-story Japanese-style house is made of wooden structure, paper doors and windows, and although I have some experience before, I can still feel the petite and narrow feeling of Rigal's architecture when I walk inside.

This is true of the Luoan Maiden, and even more so is our Sage Sage. Luckily, the upper compartment leading to the narrow staircase has its own terrace, and the second floor has a high roof, so the overall experience is not too crowded.

The houses of the Hemen were covered with straw mats, and they did not sleep on the beds like the Rigal people, because the straw mats themselves were so elastic that they did not sleep like wooden planks.

Spread a layer of cotton on top to make a thick cloth with a padding inside, and you can make a bedroom. When you wake up in the morning and roll it up and put it in the storage cabinet next to it, it makes room for the outside to be used as a living room.

This small design detail that makes use of space is permeated in the Moonland style aesthetic, and together with many lifestyles, it constitutes the exquisite life unique to this ancient country of more than 4,000 years.

"You still have to change your clothes, so as not to be too high-profile. The three people staying at the hotel made this decision after talking. Cloaks and the like are also used by people so it's not a big problem.,Mira and Sakura are wearing men's clothes and obviously don't fit.,Even if it's really the Moon Country style.,It's best to change it.。

The biggest problem came from our Sage, whose oversized physique caused the loose-fitting Luna Country costume to wear like a straitjacket, which required some effort to find.

Changing their outfit to blend in with the local environment, even if their figure and hair color are difficult to hide, can more or less make them more or less low-key.

The Rigalese aesthetic is at the opposite end of the spectrum with the Land of the Moon, and because of this, their original clothing can still be retained.

The clothing and armor of the East and West Coasts, especially the Padrosi Empire, emphasized the curves of the body - tight-fitting pantyhose with a strong waist-cinching bodice, and the aristocratic tunic was often accompanied by a series of cuff buttons to make the lower arms fit perfectly.

The people of the Land of the Moon go to the other extreme, and their clothes even if they are children's have sleeves that are thick enough to accommodate the thighs of adults, and they are completely designed based on the idea of completely covering the curves of the body.

For this reason, it is very popular in this country that women disguise themselves as men and can easily do it. In the case of Henry and Mira, they can also wear tight-fitting clothes and armor inside, and then cover the clothes of the Moon Country on the outside.

However, it is still in the north, and it is still early spring, and although all this is passable, when the weather warms up, it will inevitably overheat if you wear it again. But there is one trick that is a trick, and for now such equipment can work, so after sorting out some of the money, Mira and Sakura went to the street, planning to find a clothing merchant to buy some suitable clothes.

They both left their weapons in the house, and the fox-masked girl and the short-haired Oiran went shopping side by side, while Henry opened the papier-mâché door, sat down on the terrace, and picked up the little charcoal stove that the young shopkeeper had brought to them in front of him.

In the square charcoal stove made of stoneware, the charcoal glows with a dark red glow, and the square paper lantern casts an orange light in the corner of the room. Henry placed the teapot made of purple sand on the iron bar holder of the charcoal stove, and let the water in the pot slowly heat up while looking out.

The moon at the beginning of March is still not very round, probably due to the name of the country, and the country of the moon has many adjectives for the moon, such as the pointed crescent moon is often called "mikazuki", and there is a lot of poetry about it.

In the quiet of the night, a bustling crowd walked below, and the outlines of fields and mountains were clearly visible in the distance under the blue moonlight. It was a sunny day tonight, and Henry was thinking so, when the charcoal stove suddenly made a slight "sizzle" sound, and the water was boiling, and it was a little too much.

"That's how you got it. He took out the small bamboo tube given by the young shopkeeper, and after hearing the sage ask if there was any pine needle tea or the like, the shopkeeper sold it to him with two copper plates.

This is the tea of the Tsukino country, and unlike the people of Rigal, who love to drink green tea, the tea here is all sun-dried.

The tea leaves in the bamboo tube have shrunk from the sun, and they take on a deep dark green color in the moonlight. According to the shopkeeper's teachings, Henry took out a bamboo sieve on a special stoneware pot and put the tea leaves on it, and then poured the water from the boiling teapot on it once.

After that, a sieve is placed on a stoneware cup without a handle, boiling water is washed through the tea leaves, and steeped so that the dark tea water flows in the cup, emitting a hot mist in the air.

"Let's go, let's go!" the child downstairs danced excitedly and shouted such words, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "boom" in the distance, and several red points of light shot into the sky, and then after reaching a certain height, a colorful fireworks burst into the sky.

Wearing masks and holding food in their mouths, the girl of Roan and Sakura turned their heads to look at the fireworks as they lifted into the air, the merchants shouted and shouted vigorously, and the shrine maidens, the first stop of the festival, were dancing neatly in front of the portable shrine.

With a snow-white shirt and red bottoms and long black hair, the dance of the gods is very moving. Drums beat one after another, fireworks came one after another, and the sound of people cheering was endless.

"It's time to go back, everything is done. Oiran glanced at the white-haired girl in a fox mask next to her, and took care of her hearing as she slowed down her speech.

"I still want to eat. But Mira shook her head.

"Whew—" The torch was raised.

"One, two, lift up!" the shirtless men gathered again and lifted the portable shrine, the drums beat repeatedly, and the final round of fireworks rose into the sky under the gaze of everyone.

The village, which had already gathered seven or eight hundred people, was bustling, and Henry, who was sitting alone on the terrace of the hut, glanced at the crowd frolicking below, and took a sip of oolong tea, which was still a little too hot.

"Oh-"

"Not bad. ”