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Ghostory bakemonogatari

Part One

By Nisio Isin Translated by Seiyou

she would unvaryingly either come I 1 . and because of her frequent visits to the family doctor. and now third years but I had yet to see her try to even run. and even during morning assembly or other gatherings she would always sit by herself under the shade as a result of her anemia. She was a regular at the nurse’s office. second. We were in the same class in our first.Chapter 1 Hitagi Crab 001 t could be very well said that Hitagi Senjogahara was an ¯ embodiment of the ill girl trope — it seemed only a matter of course that she never participated in physical education.

. And that is to say. as if she would break just with the slightest touch. or not appear at all. half in seriousness. After every test on the rankings board. it would seem that she was decidedly intelligent for she was near the top of our class. Perhaps she would read anything as long as it contained words. the name Hitagi Senjogahara would without ¯ question appear in the top ten ranks. who failed every subject besides mathematics. To be fair. Slender in the likeness of fine thread. or perhaps she did pick her books with some distinct criteria. even if she was sickly. by ¯ herself. for every. Nonetheless. Senjogahara was always sitting in a corner of the room. half in jest. the impression she left one with was not insubstantial. and there were times when she would be reading a comic book with a cover designed in such a way that seemed like reading the contents of said comic book would lower one’s intelligence. Even I thought that type of role suited her well. There were times when she would be reading an impenetrable looking hardcover tome. HITAGI CRAB 2 to class late. it was plausible.CHAPTER 1.. It appeared she had a take-it-as-they-come approach in her choice of reading material. To compare her with me. ephemeral — possibly for that reason some of the boys would murmur. that she was a sheltered heiress of a wealthy family. would be presumptuous to say the . leave school early. The frequency of her absences reached the point where people teased that the hospital was her house and she was simply playing truant. All the same. reading a book. single subject.

she did not have friends. I. Up until now. As far as I could see. hav¯ ing now said that. our brains were constructed differently at birth. If one were to be keen on details. she would always mechanically reply with a faint “I do not know. where it would be the norm for people without friends to gather with other people without friends to form together a kind of community (or perhaps one could call it a colony of sorts). Undoubtedly. truth be told. And for her to be anywhere else was not. Only. (and also.”) This thing called school is a curious institution.” and in this regard. Not one.CHAPTER 1. I had also yet to see her converse with anybody. Her presence in that little corner became natural. she was neither persecuted nor shunned in any sense of those two words. I was like this up until last year). it was not as if she was being bullied. Whenever she was called on by the teacher. myself. it had since become a matter of course that Senjogahara would be in the corner of the ¯ classroom. she would only reply with “I do not know. but I could say with conviction that we had never exchanged a single set of words. HITAGI CRAB 3 least. had sat next to her for a little over two years. Not one. Of course. . it might have been that Senjogahara ¯ who was always reading some book — and from that very act of reading — had erected a wall around herself that forbade anyone to start conversation with her. whether she did in fact know the answer or not. reading her books. but it seemed that Senjogahara was also an exception to this rule. she was the same as me. with the wall she had built surrounding her. From what I saw. Like that. (But.

That was what I thought. but that is besides the point — I certainly would not be thinking of Senjogahara. Because. for anyone. In one more year.CHAPTER 1. when my spring break of hell ended and I became a senior. It would be fundamentally erroneous to think such a thing deserved any melancholy. That would be fine by me. I did not think that it was the least bit lonely. . including all my juniors. it hardly mattered. it was something that just was. Only by some strange fortune I ended up in the same class as a certain other for three years consecutively. And not just Senjogahara. what I would be doing I do not know. and I probably ¯ could not remember what she looked like if I tried. classmates. the answer would be despairing. HITAGI CRAB 4 But. after I graduated. and teachers added up to around a thousand people with whom I shared the same space. and if I were to start thinking about just how many of those one thousand people could be considered to have had any significance in my life. whatever the case was. That is. but everyone at school ¯ should be the same. in other words. It happened to happen on a certain day. seniors. counting two hundred people per school year and starting from my first year until graduation. And yet. if I were to look at my three years of high school life on the whole. And it should be fine with Senjogahara ¯ as well. and later it would become nothing but another memory. It was the eighth of May. and although not a single word had been exchanged between the us.

Or. eerily light. Having a propensity for tardiness. right above me. a girl fell from heaven. Why? Because. I likely could have avoided her. but in that instant. I was running up the stairs late for class as usual. it was the correct decision. One could almost say that Senjogahara did not possess the force ¯ called weight at all. Yes. 002 “Senjogahara?” ¯ . ¯ If one were to be accurate. and exactly when I reached the landing. HITAGI CRAB 5 right after the nightmarish pipe dream that was Golden Week.CHAPTER 1. It was almost as if she was not there. it would not even have made a good prank. Because Senjogahara was so light. I caught her. Probably. perhaps not. It was Hitagi Senjogahara. the girl’s body that I held my arms was extremely — preposterously light. it was not that she exactly fell from heaven — she simply missed her footing and plummeted from the top of the stairs face up. so ¯ oddly.

you really do know everything. Isn’t that a toponym?” ¯ “Umm. Only just this much.CHAPTER 1. not about her per se. look at her name. That’s not what I meant.. isn’t ‘hitagi’ a civil engineering term?” “Jeez. HITAGI CRAB Hanekawa tilted her head in response to my question.” I told her that she was reading too much into it. “What about Senjogahara?” ¯ “Well.” “I don’t everything. “I’m surprised.” 6 “You know.” “Her first name? Then Hitagi? Is it really that weird?If I remember correctly. she simply said. Isn’t it kind ¯ of weird? Interesting?” “Senjogahara. Tsubasa Hanekawa... She was the class representative. “I was just wondering. You taking an interest in someone else.” I went about my words circuitously...” Hanekawa did not seem entirely satisfied with my answer. Hitagi Senjogahara.. I’m talking more about her first name. But instead of pressing me further. .” “Hmmm.