“Kinjo-san! I swear I felt the pearl in my hand! But the next second, it was gone!”
With an ear listening to Lynn and the other ear paying attention to the sounds of the fu champuru frying in the wok, Kinjo-san barely gave a response but a little grin at a corner of her lips.
“Where did the pearl go? Can we go back to that magical ocean place again?”
Kinjo-san paused her cooking and replied firmly, “No.”
“It’ll be a waste of time.”
“No, it won’t!”
“Yes, it will.”
“Why would it be a waste of time?”
“Because you will not find the pearl.”
“Because you are obsessed with it.”
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“The pearl seeks you; you do not seek the pearl.”
“But last night, we went seeking for the pearl.”
“That’s not seeking.”
I stared at Kinjo-san in disbelief while she enjoyed every bite of her fu champuru.
“Don’t believe me? Go try it yourself.”
That night, I went to the castle grounds on my own. I walked up to the wooden gates, kneeled, and said a prayer. And then, I got up and pushed the gates. They would not open. I tried again a few more times until they finally cracked open. I went in, but instead of finding myself in the cave leading to the magical ocean, I found myself falling onto the heavy vegetation of the castle grounds.