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This way, please.

THIRD STOREROOM

One of our ships, the Tokiwamaru,
put in at Shinagawa.

It's carrying that cargo.
You know the one.

Oh, the shipment from Nagasaki.

And? When will it get here?

As soon as tonight.

It's bound for the third storeroom.

Given the nature of the goods,

the master would like you to carry
the storeroom key for the time being.

He doesn't want anyone
catching sight of it and making a fuss.

All right. I'll handle it.

The first group of barges has arrived.

We'll be at the shipping office.
You mind the shop.

Not that you need to do more than sit still.

But they won't have time to
ask about my running away.

They won't have any time for me.

SHABAKE

HERALD

Shouldn't it be here by now?

It will arrive soon.

By the way, Young Master,
where has the master gone?

This is an important delivery.

He's at a haiku gathering.

The gossip at those things
is too good to miss.

Wonderful, wonderful.

How I would love to bond
over a pastime myself.

Even better if it comes with fish and booze.

I'd rather have something sweet.

Young Master, can you spare a manju or two?

Oh, it's the noderabo and the kawauso.

Awfully bold of you to show
yourselves with people around.

We're human-shaped. Why should we worry?

What is it? The cargo's arrival is imminent.
We don't have time to stand around and chat.

That funny thing?
It's still out on the water.

And our business won't take long.

It concerns the assault on the young master.

You yourselves told us spirits
to investigate.

We've learned the murdered man's name.

It was Tokubei the carpenter.
He was a master.

We already know that.

Don't you have anything new to report?

Let us know if you hear anything else.

I had to sneak breaks while working today,
so I can only give you these as thanks.

Young Master, your appetite is so poor
because you eat those between meals.

What are you talking about?
You two bought them for me.

Oh, did we now?

Everyone has forgetful spells.

That murdered master carpenter
lost one of his tools,

and he couldn't make up his mind whether
someone had stolen it or he'd left it somewhere.

When did this happen?

Losing one of his work tools
is a big deal. What was it?

Don't tell me you didn't hear.

It sounded like it didn't
happen too long ago,

but they didn't seem to know
what he'd lost or when.

Why not just check the tools in his toolbox?

Wait, didn't we mention that bit?

The carpenter went straight from his work
to the temple the day he was killed,

so he must've had his tools with him.

But there were no tools nearby
after he got his head cut off.

So either the killer took them,
or someone else came along and stole them.

Why didn't you say that sooner?

If the killer took them,
he won't use the master's tools himself.

He may have sold them off to some shop.

If we ask at the shop that bought them,
we'll learn what he looks like.

So go track down those tools.

And how do we do that?

Make the rounds of the tool shops,
especially places that buy used goods.

Oh, is that all?

Oh, my. Seems your cargo has arrived.

This is where we leave you.

Good work. Thank you.

Well, we'd better be going.

Oh, wait a moment.

Thank you kindly.

Goodbye.

We appreciate your work.

How many candies do you have up your sleeve?

Dad bought me konpeito.

Mom told me to eat these
because brown sugar is good for my health.

I'll check what's inside.

That's definitely our cargo.

It's a mummy.

No changes from last time.
It appears to be in good condition.

Does choking this down
actually make people immortal?

Don't ask me. The people who buy it
reckon it does, or so I'm told.

You sell it and you don't know?
That's a problem.

Doesn't it cost a fortune?

One dose costs a whole ryo.

That would buy 100 measures of rice.

They pay that much for this thing?

Really, Sasuke? That's the last thing
anyone at the shop selling it should be saying.

Everyone has something
they'd give anything to get.

When our passions take hold of us,
money is no object.

We're avaricious creatures.

The New Year's bells dispel
the 108 worldly desires every year,

yet there's no end of them.

Still, this thing will weigh
on my mind for a while.

I hope we manage to sell it off soon.

Did they give the young master some mummy
the last time they stocked one?

No one here would be so foolish.
They'd be much better off giving him ginseng.

Yeah, I guess you have a point.

I saw a news-sheet about
the "carpenter killer" this morning.

What? Did it say anything strange?

No. Nothing new worth mentioning
and no witnesses.

Is that so?

So no one witnessed the murder.

But it makes great gossip
for bathhouses and hairdressers.

The rumors will spread from person to person
until they reach the killer.

Who is the killer?
Why did he cut off the victim's head?

I'm already involved,
so I'd like to get to the bottom of it.

I should be able to learn a lot with help
from spirits like Nikichi and Sasuke.

Young Master.

Oh, right.

But right now...

I have a more important problem to solve.

My brother, Matsunosuke.

AZUMA

What's wrong, Matsunosuke?

Why are you fussing outside the shop?
Coopers don't need to shout on the job.

Otama?

That's Otama!

Someone cut off its head.

How could this happen?

Just once in my life, I want to eat a feast
so grand, it fills me fit to bursting.

Right, Matsunosuke?

That aside, cats and dogs have been turning up
dead around here. Like the one this morning.

Who could be doing it? And why?

It won't put food in their belly,
that's for sure.

Before, they used to die hacking up blood,
which had to be poison. But now?

Who would want to behead Otama, of all cats?

The mistress won't calm down
until they catch the killer.

I'm at my wit's end.

Oh, Head Clerk.

Sorry. I guess this isn't
the best mealtime conversation.

Thanks for the meal.

I hope they catch the animal killer soon.

That ought to stop
some of the mistress's gripes.

Making wishes?

Pray for me to make head clerk
while you're at it.

Why don't you pray for yourself
to make clerk first?

You have a point.
Being an apprentice at 20 isn't a good look.

Matsunosuke, you're some big-time
merchant's kid, right? From an affair?

Maybe if luck swings your way...

Stop, Sahei. We all have our fates,
and they don't change.

We're all here because luck
wanted nothing to do with us.

But as long as I stay alive,

I know I'll find something
to lift my spirits.

Ichitaro, do you have a moment?

Mr. Masudaya is here
to buy some of that medicine.

Could you come along with the key?

Sure.

Ah, now this is the stuff!

I think I'll take ten doses.

Certainly.

So how much life does
he expect ten ryo to buy him?

Yanari?

There's a customer here.

I came to bring you urgent news.

Shh.

Is something the matter, Ichitaro?

No, nothing.

Young Master—

Was that the young master speaking?

Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine, Dad.

Now I can rest easy.

I need to live a long time.

I still have a little daughter
to look out for.

My Oshima is 15 this year.

I know all parents say this,
but she's a beauty.

She's almost at an age
to think about marrying her off.

I have so much to worry about.

I have a son, and his constitution is weak.

Marriage plans can wait a while.

Taking things slow, I see.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Chief Higiri has come to call.

He claims to have business
with the young master.

Well, we mustn't keep him waiting.

Ichitaro, see what he wants.

Mr. Masudaya certainly is persistent.

And I've never heard anyone else
call his daughter a "beauty."

I wish he'd stop doting and face facts.

Careful. He'll hear you.

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, Young Master.

I heard you were with a customer.

Sorry to intrude.

I couldn't be happier to see you.

You see, the master carpenter
had his tools stolen.

Oh, did he really?

An amateur wouldn't get
much use out of them,

so I figured the thief must've sold them off.

I checked some used tool shops,

thinking I'd get a description of the killer.

I sent my man, Shogo, to shops all over.

Well, I got my answer from the shopkeepers,
but it's a funny business.

Funny how?

Like I thought, the tools were sold.

But they were sold off piecemeal.

Huh? You mean like he sold the hammer
at one store, the plane at another, and so on?

That's right. Strange, isn't it?

The tools were stolen, box and all.

Would've been easier to sell the lot in one go,
and he would've gotten a better price that way.

Because they were all split up,
we still haven't found half of them.

Aw, we were so close.

We found that out first,

but we didn't get to tell you in time.

I'm sorry.

The shopkeepers did give me a description
of the guy who sold them the tools, though.

But would you believe my rotten luck?

They all said there wasn't a thing about him
that set him apart from the next man.

- At least they agreed he was over 30—
- Hey, stop that.

Is your arm troubling you, Young Master?

No, it just itches a little.

Anyway, what did they say about his clothes?

They all more or less agreed on that.

He wore a commonplace striped kimono.
No flashy colors, either.

I see.

Well, I'll keep looking.

It sounds like you'll be busy for a while.

Well then.

Thank you very much for your visit.

Please come again.

Come on. Don't be mad.

I could hardly have stopped the chief
once he'd started talking.

Look, I'm ready to hear you out, too.

Go on. Tell me.

There's nothing left to tell.

The chief said it all.

It wasn't easy finding that out.

We tried to tell you earlier,
but you wouldn't listen.

And I said sorry for that.

The young master is human.

He doesn't understand how we feel.

Byobu Nozoki, are you still mad, too?

I also feel bad about what happened to you.

So please, cut me some slack.

Sounds like you've been doing a lot of things
you need to apologize for.

We're always making
ourselves useful, aren't we?

It wouldn't hurt you to treat us
with a little more kindness.

I agree. Really, I do.

Oh, do you now?

That's news to me.

If you really feel that way,

how about you give us the same kind
of treatment you get from now on?

Try giving us dessert whenever we want it.

He sure is in a sulk.

Tell me...

Is that any way...

to treat the young master?

Nikichi, it's nothing, really.

Are you listening, Nikichi?

Nikichi!

Byobu Nozoki!

You didn't have to send him flying like that!

You good-for-nothing.

How dare you strike your master's face
with your fan? Have you gone mad?

Nikichi, he didn't really strike me.

It was no big deal.

Who is my "master," hm?

I'm a tsukumogami! I'm my own master!

- That does it.
- Nikichi, stop.

Sasuke?

Hey! Stop!

Sasuke, stop!

Why can't I stop them?

Enough already!

That won't do.

He hasn't seen the error of his ways yet.

What do I have to—

Sasuke!

Why won't they listen to me?

The best thing to do with useless junk

is to tear it up and throw it out
at the first opportunity.

Stop, Nikichi.

Forget making himself useful. Who knows what
this tsukumogami might do to the young master?

Go ahead, Nikichi. Tear him up.

Make him kindling for the bath.

Nikichi, who do you serve?

You, of course, Young Master.
That should be obvious.

I know you both take good care of me,
and I'm grateful for it.

But I don't feel like your master.

Tell me, who else do you take orders from?

Not my dad. My late grandfather, maybe?

But that doesn't make sense.
He's been dead for over ten years.

Young Master, are you sulking
because we won't do as you say?

Whatever anyone says,
we serve you and nobody else.

Since the young master vouches for you,
I'll let you off this time.

Get back in your folding screen.

Remember, you're on your last chance.

Nikichi. Sasuke.

Your eyes look odd.

That took me by surprise.

When the young master
asked us who we serve.

Yeah.

Madam Ogin.