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A TREATISE ON JAPANESE BAWDY SONGS

Got a light?

Smoke?

No thanks.

No. 469?

That's her number.

I couldn't get her out of my mind.

If I fail, she's to blame.

Some excuse.

She bothered you too?

Signatures and donations to stop the Vietnam war!

Let's bring peace to Vietnam.

Signatures and donations!

No more Vietnam war!

Signatures and donations for Vietnam!

Thanks.

Your signature.

Surname: FUJIWARA...

Thanks.

How about signing it?

You want peace, don't you?

GOOD-FOR-NOTHING

MR. JERK

Hey, I'm serious!

Nakamura, Ueda, how was it?

You need more study?

Feel better after the exams?

I keep doing it so I can feel better.

Where are you going?

Let's go to "Lawrence" in Shinjuku.

What?

"Lawrence" in Shinjuku.

Pig!

What's "Lawrence"?

Hey, Hiroi!

Stop it!

What's "Lawrence"?

He's probably after a widow.

I saw a nice chick, too.

Her seat number is 2000.

She's no match for 469.

I wonder what he's up to in Shinjuku.

Nothing special.

He's a fool.

Miss 469 is a virgin. Good.

What makes you so sure?

She looks so nice.

Is 469 that good?

She's the best one I saw.

I should've tried this college too.

What's this "Lawrence"?

"Lawrence"

The movie "Lawrence of Arabia"?

Think! It's nothing like that.

He sounded so eager.

About what?

Sex...

He's like us.

Name?

Lawrence of Arabia.

No, her name.

Fujiwara.

First name?

469, Fujiwara, living in Tokyo.

What's in that box?

Probably nothing.

"One day I saw a dark flag..."

"...fluttering against the sky."

"It was so high in the sky that..."

"...I couldn't hear its sound."

"I wanted to pull it down,"

"but there was no rope to do so."

"So the flag kept on fluttering."

"As if to fly in the sky."

"As if to fly in the sky."

NO MORE EMPIRE DAY!

Why not say something?

Don't resurrect Empire Day!

Down with Empire Day!

Up with Lawrence in Shinjuku!

Up with 469!

Wait.

What's up?

He's with a woman.

Who?

Our teacher.

Ueda, you go.

Why me?

Just go.

You go.

Yeah, you go.

Why not you?

I have a cold. Go!

Hey...

What do you want? You followed me.

He's our teacher.

Teacher? I see. And?

Never mind.

Sorry to bother you.

What's wrong?

She seemed to be looking down on us.

She sure did.

Did she?

I wonder why.

She fought with Otake.

Maybe.

His girl friend?

A sex partner.

Don't take her for a whore.

She looks like one.

Otake holds her, looking solemn.

"Hold me tighter!"

Do women undress themselves?

There're many kinds of women.

What if she said, "Will you help me undress?"

Nobody would say that to you.

She'd undress by herself.

Why?

She looked the type.

She's not my type.

So what? Otake doesn't care.

What?

Otake is smart.

You like him?

Yes.

469, right Nakamura?

Yes.

Let me see her.

Why not call her?

Know her address?

I'll try the school.

Hello? I took your exams.

Can you tell me names and addresses from seat numbers?

The number is 469. You can't?

It's no good.

Sanae of Maebashi!

Tomoko of Maebashi!

Tomoko Ikegami!

Give up.

Is Sanae Satomi around?

Stop. Let's go.

Sanae!

Tomoko!

Sanae, No. 469!

Sanae, No. 469!

Tomoko, No. 469!

Got a date? Which guy?

Silly! You imagine things.

Think of something else.

None of your business.

Going to see the teacher.

Teacher?

You mean Otake?

He may be handsome, but don't bother with him.

Why not go to "Lawrence" with us?

We're as intelligent as Otake.

I can go to graduate school.

I can't believe that.

What?

He's sleeping with a woman.

We saw him walking with one.

Don't follow us!

You can leave first, if you want.

Maruyama, drink more.

No, thanks.

You drink.

Stop it.

Mr. Otake...

Mr. Otake, where should I live in Tokyo?

In an apartment.

Without a lock.

I can't answer.

It depends on your needs.

I'd like to read Henry Miller.

Henry Miller?

His sex novels...

Quiet, Nakamura!

Like "Sexus," "Nexus," and "Plexus."

You wouldn't understand.

Mr. Otake, may I drink, too?

Please go ahead.

Do you often drink here?

You go to bars too?

Finish eating...

7:36, 7:58...

8:26, 8:38...

7:36!

Stay. We finished the exams, right?

Until next year.

The way I see it,

boys differ from girls.

About our exam system...

Men and women in a demonstration?

She has nice legs.

He left without touching her?

Teacher.

Your shrimp.

Let me drink.

Thanks a lot.

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an only child, you need her parents' permission."

"Two, hey, hey!"

Quiet, please!

"When you sleep with two sisters, you must lay the elder one first."

"Three, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an ugly girl, you must cover her face with a rag."

"Four, hey, hey!"

"When you get laid upstairs, you must be careful not to make noise."

Let's go.

There are lots of folk songs.

They exist throughout Japan from northern Hokkaido, to Okinawa.

They're sung when people farm, or fish at sea, or carry goods,

or try to make babies sleep. Anything.

There are many folk songs which are still sung today.

They contain phrases about sex.

Suggestive songs represent the voices of the oppressed.

The toil and love of the oppressed working class.

They sang songs to describe their misery.

Suggestive songs tell the people's history.

That's no reason to sing them with students around.

I pity these youngsters.

They can't sense anything directly and seriously.

They don't care about politics. They can't even see they're oppressed.

That's why I must sing such songs to them.

Like a ruined nation singing about how the country got ruined.

So what? We're a ruined people!

"It was three years ago. My village was gripped by famine."

"My folks had to sell either their daughter or house."

"Eventually they sold me for 3,000 in gold."

"They put make-up on my face and shoved me in a palanquin."

"I went to a brothel in the Yoshiwara district."

"I didn't even know where I was, let alone the brothel's name."

"I didn't refuse even customers I really hated."

"Every night I slept with a different man."

"I had to do it for the sake of my family."

Let's go.

Leaving so soon?

It's only the beginning.

Sing for Lawrence's sake.

What's Lawrence?

I don't know, either.

Lawrence of Arabia was a hero who attacked Turkey.

I'll attack bath-house whores.

I'm Lawrence of Shinjuku.

Will you be Lawrence of Arabia?

Or Lawrence of Shinjuku? Which one?

"Each of our deeds should be connected with wrath."

"Glutting on joy and sleep at night..."

"...will only make us waste our time."

"Anyway, love is the only behavior of resistance."

"They crush love."

"If you parents or wife are found siding with the enemy,"

"you must leave them."

"Don't hesitate to hate them. Don't be ashamed of being a fanatic."

"I owe them my misfortune."

"They almost ruined me."

"Hatred decreases the value of human life."

"Hatred is born from poverty."

"Knowing that kindles rage, making hatred even stronger."

Miss the last train?

We'll stay somewhere.

I'll find you an inn.

Great!

Why not see the exhibition tomorrow?

Really?

Tomorrow's a holiday.

Two holidays in a row in February. The first since the war!

Really wearing them? Fool!

Good luck in the exams? You idiot!

It's not for luck. It really worked.

Really?

You said you failed one.

Go to the girls' room and grab some food.

Do they have any?

Sure. They're eating now.

In their underwear?

Damn, three girls are in there.

Three virgins?

Go.

Perv!

Go!

Enough!

I'll cut you out!

Here come the virgins.

Stay like that. Come in.

Oh, it's Kaneda.

Mr. Otake already paid for this inn.

Check-out time is 10 am. Don't forget.

- Ueda! Ueda! - Stop!

Miss Kaneda...

What?

Got any food?

Sure. We have some donuts.

Going in then?

Ass!

Alright, I'll go.

Maybe they'll let me in.

Listen...

What?

Thanks a lot.

Take the key.

Then I'll go.

Will that key work?

I don't think so.

It may.

Will you open the door?

I want to talk.

We can't let Otake pay for everything. It's about money...

What an ass!

That's the worst subject.

It's midnight. Go to bed, children.

Your mommy might worry.

Sanae, let's play "touching."

Tomoko will do.

- Hey. - What?

Change places.

What a drag.

Take a good look, okay?

It's Nakamura.

Yes. Nakamura.

Don't mind them.

Let's sleep. Forget them.

I have sexual desire.

What?

Sexual desire!

I don't understand.

I'll write it down.

What's wrong?

No pen.

I came for my pen. Excuse me.

Mr. Otake! Sir!

"One, hey, hey!"

"...you need her parents' permission."

Still here?

Good night.

Good night.

You went alone? We'll slice you up!

Yeah, let's.

Hey, stop!

"One, hey, hey!"

Hey stop!

Where were you?

In Lawrence?

469! Aren't you ashamed?

Right! 469!

"Two, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with two sisters, you must lay the elder one first."

"Three, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an ugly girl, you must cover her face with a bucket."

Some guy! He doesn't care.

Are you quitting?

No fun cutting you up.

Where have you been?

To Otake's.

What for?

I left my pen there.

You went to get it?

Yeah.

What was he doing?

Sleeping. With the stove on.

Wake up.

Stay in bed.

Fool!

Come closer.

Why?

Closer.

What is it?

I saw it!

You pervert!

You're no good.

We'll see the exhibition.

Otake sent us here so we'd have sex together.

Yeah, that's why he sang.

You guys are really lecherous!

7,000 years ago in a fertile delta, the first civilization was born.

Of men and women.

If you aren't going the exhibition, you should go to thank him.

Must we?

If you bring him, we'll thank him.

Let's go.

Let's go.

"One, hey, hey!"

Nice song.

The best song.

If Otake sings it.

"To be,"

"or not to be..."

Check-out time.

Hey, you!

"To be, or not to be..."

What?

Tails.

What's wrong?

Leave!

That's enough.

Mr. Otake was drunk last night, right?

Yes.

He sang loudly, right?

Yes, he did.

That's why...

He's dead?

What happened?

He turned on the stove and fell asleep.

Stove?

He slept with it on.

He kicked it and the hose got loose.

The room was filled with gas.

He was intoxicated. The cops were there.

Are you kidding?

Gas poisoned?

He caused it himself.

Aren't you sad that Mr. Otake's dead?

Of course. He was kind to us.

Some are happy too.

You ass!

Stop! The man is dead.

He was very kind, wasn't he?

So what?

Kindness was his job.

He passed away!

Yes, but stupidly.

Anyone could laugh at him.

You're crazy! Ingrates! Scum!

He's a fool.

Blame him before blaming us.

How can you talk like that?

I get it.

You're crying because Mr. Otake, who you liked, died in such a silly way?

Shall we go?

Yes, we'd better.

It's common sense.

Which of you is Hiroi?

I am.

Ueda?

Me.

You're Maruyama?

Yes.

Nakamura?

Yes.

You brought Otake home, right?

Yes.

You left here?

About 10:30pm?

Yes.

He said to come in,

but we left because he was drunk.

Who turned on the stove?

Mr. Otake.

He died of gas poisoning by mistake.

Know anything else?

No.

I came back later to get something.

Get something?

Yes, I left my pen there.

I see. Can we talk?

Did he really do it?

I don't think so.

He might have.

No reason to kill him.

Yes?

You suspect me, huh?

But you could have killed him, right?

I could have. But I'm not that stupid.

Murder can happen without a reason.

It's stupid. Why suspect me?

I don't. I'm just curious.

To kill time?

After such fun...

He even sang for us.

I fixed shrimp for him.

His last word was "exhibition."

I last met him at the demonstration.

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an only child, you need her parents' permission."

That was his last song.

You were the one who followed me, right?

We wondered what you were to him.

Did he sing such a song?

He couldn't have.

He must've sung... nicer songs.

Didn't he?

Three teas.

Thirsty, huh?

Quit crying.

She bought a handkerchief.

Shall we go?

We four killed Otake.

- You four? - Yeah, we four.

We went there after you fell asleep.

Because we were angry.

You didn't let us in.

Otake talked so big.

That gas stove...

Gas stove?

We kicked it.

Let's take this one.

Aren't you taking another line?

Who cares? We'll talk later.

What you said was a lie, wasn't it?

Not at all.

They're watching us.

Shall we wave a handkerchief?

Did they believe us?

I hope they won't talk.

You gab too much.

No, Nakamura said it was true.

It made Sanae cry.

Did you talk seriously?

Yes.

What did you tell the cops?

Don't tell me you really did it.

You kicked the stove?

No. Why would I?

We could have laid one of the girls.

We could've laid them all.

Even beasts look sexy crying.

But we were one too many.

Depends on how it's done.

Getting Sanae would've been easy.

Because she cried?

Grab her from behind?

You guys...

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you lay Sanae Satomi,"

"you must do it while drying her tears."

Women should resist. Tomoko's better.

It'd be tough to lay her.

We'd have to rip off her clothes.

What would she say?

"Mother!"

"Two, hey, hey!"

"When you lay Tomoko Ikegami,"

"you need petroleum jelly."

"Three, hey, hey!"

"When you lay Sachiko Kaneda..."

She isn't sexy.

Yeah, I wonder why she's like that.

"Four, hey, hey!"

"When you lay No. 469,"

"you must do it while asking her name."

"Five, hey, hey!"

"When you lay No. 469,"

"you must use a desk for a bed."

"Six, hey, hey!"

"When you lay No. 469,"

"you must do it while taking exams."

Who's to get rid of the examiner?

Who'll get rid of the examiner?

Who cares about the examiner?

Leave it to me.

You won't do.

Let me do it.

Who cares about the examiner?

469.

Where will she be?

In front.

Who'll tell her?

Maruyama is best.

He's a fast talker.

I'm a poor talker.

Really?

Take her by force.

She may resist, but not much.

Someone may help her.

Get rid of him too.

Whose turn?

Mine.

You do it.

Be careful.

Get on with it.

She has a two piece outfit.

Why take so long?

You can't do it, right?

Through already?

Why so fast?

I can't do it so easily.

She's unconscious.

My turn next.

How do I do it?

Can you do it?

I'm not like you.

How will you do it?

Not that way.

Maybe you can't see.

Tired, huh?

Can you tell 469 what we did?

Sure. Why not?

What do you want?

Listen...

Me? Sure I can.

What brings you?

Want to talk to me?

No.

It's hard to tell her what we imagined.

You think of her house as small.

Think of it as big.

The four of us...

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an only child, you need her parents' permission."

"Two, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with two sisters, you must lay the elder one first."

"Three, hey, hey!"

You lied.

It was a lie that you killed Otake.

I'm glad.

Of course.

Or we wouldn't be singing like this.

You came to say that?

Yes, all the way.

No more singing?

May I sing, too?

Know any songs?

Of course.

We'd welcome it.

Right, Nakamura?

"On a night when it was drizzling,"

"I saw someone peeking through the window."

"A railway man wearing a uniform. What a dolt."

"50 sen for touching. Free for just looking."

"If you pay me 3 yen 50 sen,"

"I'll stay with you until the cock crows."

What song is that?

For women.

Where did you learn it?

"Will you come in or will you leave?"

"Please decide quickly."

"Make up your mind and come in."

"Mister, tissues are expensive nowadays."

"Consider what the clerks will think."

"So pay them a 50 sen tip."

"Then I'll go to bed with you, hold you."

"And help you do it another two or three times."

"We'll do it until the cock crows."

The end.

I may have killed Otake.

I saw the gas hose was off.

I could have helped him.

But I didn't.

Give me 10 yen.

Can you tell Miss Tanigawa,

Otake's sweetheart, what you said?

You can, right?

She said to come to the boarding house. Understand?

What?

Help us to call the college.

We found out 469's name.

It's Mayuko Fujiwara.

We're thinking about publishing Otake's writings. What do you think?

Good idea.

His study on the Mounted Tribe is good.

Yes.

What about his work on politics?

Omit it. It has no meaning.

The diaries he wrote as a student are better.

His observations of politicians look childish.

Otake wouldn't like it.

Diaries are better.

They tell us how he felt about what happened then.

What about his letters?

Of course!

Miss Tanigawa, you have many, right?

Miss Tanigawa!

Wait.

We'd best give her more time to think.

Listen. Let's all sing.

"Protect and shield the way I go."

"Young friends, stretch out your hands."

"Don't trouble the shining sun and blue sky with warfare."

"Even the A-bomb couldn't destroy our friendship."

"Our fighting spirit is burning like a fire. Let's fight for peace."

"Let's unite closely and firmly. Guide our way!"

One more song for his meaningful death.

"How brave you are to join the fight for justice..."

Stop!

What's meaningful about his death?

He died during the anti-Empire Day movement.

His death was a protest against it.

Ridiculous!

His death isn't meaningful!

It is. And it's our duty to prove it.

- Nonsense! - His death is meaningless!

Are you disgracing the dead?

- No! - Indeed you are!

I'm just telling the truth.

Think how Miss Tanigawa feels.

Consider where you are.

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an only child, you need her parents' permission."

"Two, hey, hey!"

Stop!

Quit it!

Stop fighting!

Everyone, will you leave now?

Is this where she lives?

Yeah. That's 469's house.

Mayuko Fujiwara.

Shall we see her?

Anti-Vietnam War Folk Song Convention.

What'll we do?

Now that we came...

Let's go in.

Do we need to pay admission?

We came to see her.

Let's leave.

Not until we talk to her.

Get it over with, then we'll leave. I'm worried about Nakamura.

You're the only one who saw this.

I thought it was smaller.

Let's go back.

Shall we sing, too?

"One, hey, hey!"

Stop it.

"When you sleep with an only child..."

"Two, hey, hey!"

"Three, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an ugly girl..."

We've sung our song.

Ueda... Maruyama...

Maybe it's my fault.

What?

I may have killed Mr. Otake.

When I entered his room, he was asleep.

The place was filled with gas.

I could have shut it off.

That's hard to believe.

I don't care if it is.

Then why tell me?

I came to get my pen. Excuse me.

Mr. Otake!

Then what happened?

Sir!

What about the gas?

Why didn't you help him?

Did you want him dead?

What were you thinking about?

Nothing.

Go on.

"One, hey, hey!"

Stop singing that song!

I sang like this.

Liar! You couldn't have.

"When you sleep with an only child..."

Stop! Liar!

"...you need her parents' permission."

It's all a big lie!

What'll I do?

Wait a year?

No. I'll go to some other college.

That's it. Don't waste a year.

My folks won't pay my tuition unless I start college this year.

I have to work while going to cram school.

How could you do it?

How about Nakamura?

You mean the exam?

What's he doing now?

Probably nothing.

But he went to Otake's place.

With that woman?

Otake's woman?

They're talking now.

About what?

The last train...

We still have time.

"It's a long road, without ends."

It's in Japanese.

"But why are you clenching your teeth?"

"Do you really have to go?"

"Your darling is not here anymore."

"Why are you still looking for him?"

"Do you really have to go? Even though you don't have a goal?"

I think I'll go see Nakamura.

Maybe he left already.

He might be doing something with her.

Maybe, but it's something important.

Leaving?

No. I'll sing first.

What for?

For Nakamura.

"Your road leads to hopes."

"When the sun comes out again,"

"the youngsters march off."

"On a night when it was drizzling..."

"I saw someone peeking through the window."

"A railway man wearing a uniform. What a dolt!"

We can't lose.

"Two, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with two sisters, you must lay the elder one first."

"Three, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an ugly girl, you must cover her face with a bucket."

"Four, hey, hey!"

"When you get laid upstairs, you must be careful not to make noise."

"Five, hey, hey!"

"When you lay a gal you often meet, don't use any unusual tricks."

"Six, hey, hey!"

"When laying a dear old friend..."

"Eight, hey, hey!"

"When laying a vegetable peddler's daughter, use a pumpkin for a pillow."

"Nine, hey, hey!"

"When laying a principal's daughter, watch out that you don't get expelled."

"Ten, hey, hey!"

"When laying a girl from a noble family, be sure to do it wearing a tuxedo."

Is that all?

"Eleven, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with Takako Tanigawa..."

Stop!

"Will you come in or will you leave?"

"Please decide quickly."

"Make up your mind and come in."

"Mister, tissues are expensive nowadays."

"Consider what the clerks will think."

"So pay them a 50 sen tip."

"Then I'll go to bed with you, hold you."

"And help you do it another two or three times."

"We'll do it until the cock crows."

Thank you.

My name is Ueda.

I'm Maruyama.

Hiroi.

We came.

A nice group! Have a good time.

Thanks for coming.

A new folk song? Who wrote it?

Well...

An African song?

A Japanese song?

"In the ash pit."

What?

"I let you lay me."

"That's how it all started."

"The boss said he'd give me a tip, if I put out for him."

A woman's song.

You knew this would happen.

For me.

No, I didn't.

Not at all?

"Do it, do it, whatever you wish to do!"

"Oh, what shall we do?"

"Do whatever you want!"

A song of a farmer and his woman.

Do you know what it means?

A man and a woman, anytime, anywhere.

At a boarding house too.

It wasn't that easy in farm villages and coal mines.

I did it near a corpse.

They had to sing a special song to get in the mood.

Like we did just now.

I'm different.

Female coal miners wore only underwear when going to work.

Their underwear was so short, their knees showed.

They went down into the mines like that.

When they came up, men went down.

They always touched the women's thighs.

The women tapped their thighs and laughed.

One day a young man started work.

The women teased him too.

He blushed and went down.

Only one of the women was kind to him.

They got to know one another, though they never spoke.

"Do it, do it, go ahead..."

They met only in the mine.

They made out in the abandoned parts.

In spring, she asked him to meet her parents.

She proposed to him.

"Do to me whatever you like..."

They met above ground so

he could meet her folks.

"What'll we do?"

Know what happened?

"Do to me whatever you like..."

It's dark underground, and it's hard to work.

Disaster can strike at anytime.

Lovers are forced to part.

Tomorrow may never come.

The man who told me that died, too.

Otake?

Seven years ago.

The man visited the woman only to find she'd died.

She died that day?

She died before she ever met him.

Her parents told him

he'd meet her in spirit.

Spirit?

So he married her gravestone.

And lived with her parents.

He only dreamed it?

No. He actually married her gravestone.

About me...

You imagined you'd killed Otake.

But it's over.

There's something else...

You killed someone?

I violated a woman.

What?

Maruyama, Ueda, Hiroi and I did it in our imagination.

Who was she?

They went to tell her.

What for?

I wonder what they're doing.

They went to tell her what they imagined?

They have sexual desire.

Who's the woman?

Someone better than a female miner.

Let's go.

Why?

We'll go.

For their sake?

For her sake?

For our sake.

Our sake?

For you and me, respectively.

Why that dress?

They had her?

Damn it!

What's wrong?

Stop!

Fools!

Let's go.

Sit down.

That's her?

Did you tell her what you imagined?

You did?

That's why this happened to Kaneda?

We couldn't.

Sorry for before.

Peaceful coexistence.

Have some.

Nakamura.

It hurts, doesn't it?

It's better to hurt.

I don't feel anything anymore.

When Otake died, I wasn't sure if I was really sad.

I was with him seven years.

But we never married.

I imagined married life with him.

But it was only my imagination.

It's not a different way of thinking.

We had no time or place to share our pain.

If we'd married, he wouldn't have died.

If I'd been able to feel pain, he'd be alive.

I killed him.

I killed him.

Kaneda, don't forget today's pain. Never, all right?

I wonder if she understood.

That Korean gown?

Hers.

1949. I was born.

June 1960. I was born again.

Women and blood.

It's 1967. We're still in the hands of God.

On January 1,

God gives life even to a girl who has no reason to live.

January 15.

The girl has a paper in her hand.

It's gone in only a moment.

In freezing February,

God teaches love to girls.

He teaches death to boys.

"The dark sun is starting to rise."

"1967, spring in Japan."

We raped you. In our imagination, we raped you.

"That day, peach blossoms died."

"The throats of nightingales were ripped apart."

We violated you.

"Don't stop loving..."

In that classroom!

"Don't let go of what you have."

We stripped you!

"Love in freezing February..."

We violated you. Believe us!

"We learned death in freezing February."

Don't you believe?

"The festival of the dark sun is near."

"The year 1967. Spring in Japan."

"Take the festival by force. Shoot the sun."

"With your tender love and cruel death!"

Let's go.

Let's go to the imaginary classroom.

Now, do exactly as you'd imagined.

2,627 years ago, on February 11,

Emperor Jimmu became Japan's first monarch.

His name means "the first ruler of Japan."

Another emperor had the same name.

Sujin, Japan's 10th monarch.

In history it's recorded that Sujin also had another name:

"The Ruler of Mimaki."

Mimaki means a palace in Mima.

"One, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with an only child..."

Where's Mima? Mima was the ancient name for Korea.

"Two, hey, hey!"

"When you sleep with two sisters, you must lay the elder one first."

Princess Kushiinada became pregnant.

She chose a place to bear her child.

She came here to Kumagaya,

a very dark and deep valley, and declared it the place.

The father of the child was Prince Susanoo.

When Prince Susanoo went to kill an 8-headed dragon,

he turned Princess Kushiinada into a comb, and carried it with him.

Prince Susanoo stopped in Shiragi, then moved to Japan.

So goes the legend.

Shiragi was in southern Korea.

From the third to fifth century,

The Mounted Tribe from northeast Asia dominated Manchuria, Mongolia, and China.

And they conquered Korea.

Then they landed in West Japan.

At that time, the Izumo Tribe enjoyed a rich culture in Japan.

They built a huge shrine.

"When you sleep with an Izumo girl..."

It's two times taller than the buildings we have today.

The great structure towered to the sky.

But the Izumo Tribe was banished by the Mounted Tribe.

The great shrine fell into the Japan Sea.

The Japanese had their origins in Korea!

The Japanese had their origins in Korea.

During a 7th century coup d'etat, a prince killed the prime minister.

It terrified the Crown Prince.

He staggered into his room saying,

"I am devastated. A foreigner killed the prime minister."

In that case, "foreigner" meant "Korean."

"I am devastated. A Korean killed the prime minister."

"A Korean killed the prime minister." What did this mean?

The original Japanese came from Korea and conquered the land.

The coup was to banish the Izumo Tribe.

"Ten, hey, hey!"

"When laying a girl from a noble family, be sure to do it wearing a tuxedo."

Take me.

Wait a minute.

They imagined they violated me.

Don't fool me.

Try. See if you can really do it.

Go ahead.

Bitch!

Finished?

Is this real?