The final day of Japanese professional sumo-wrestling league.
The sumo-wrestler closed his eyes, feeling full-housed area silenced, on sumo ring to his first championship.
Repeated losing, hard training, his nervous first day to his sumo gym, and his sumo master…leaves of his memories went back to the schoolyard of his home elementary school. Sudden sharp and cold humm of autumn breeze were still blowing golden leaves up to the wave of white clouds into high and high blue sky.
He got to know that he had been supported by invisible little leaves of tenderness.
He was clearing the schoolyard with his classmates, collecting fallen leaves by bamboo bloom. Boys are playfully lazy at their duty all the time. He imitated one of his girl classmates to let other boys laugh. She was tall, stout, cool face, often laugh at boys disrespectfully waving her shoulder. He could entertain the boys and got hit unreservedly by his head with the hard end of bamboo bloom. He ran away weeping, from the girl master of his class with bamboo bloom high over her head.
She had been so tender and caring to everybody. She was liked by all, maybe even by the girl master. He couldn’t say full thanks to her comforting me all the time.
She had been just like a little, funny, restless, and shining center of TV cartoon in his mind. She was in the front seat of the area, cheering him up innocently and cordially, with her husband. He might be good man, too.
He won.
He was going to back to his usual days. At the gate, his master was waiting for him at the aisle, still tall, still more stout, still cool face and smiling, still waving her shoulder.
（大意）
大相撲 千穐楽
その力士は目を閉じた。満員の場内も、彼にとっては静謐だった。勝てば初優勝の土俵の上だった。
連敗、猛稽古、入門の日の緊張、親方・・・記憶は故郷の小学校の校庭へ戻って行った。突然冷たくなる秋の風は歌っている。突然舞い上がる黄金の落ち葉。青い空の白い雲の波に向けて高く高く今も舞い上がっている。
たくさんの見えない小さな優しさに支えられて、ここまで来た。
同級生と校庭の掃除をしていた。竹箒で落ち葉を集めていた。男子はいつでもさぼってはふざけるものだ。彼は同級生の女子の真似をして、男子を笑わせようとした。背が高く、体格がよく、整った目鼻立ちの、肩を揺すって男子をデスり気味に笑うあの女子だ。物まねは男子にはウケたが、頭を竹箒の固い方で殴られた。彼はあのクラスの女ボスから泣きながら逃げた。そいつは竹箒を頭の上に高く振り上げて追いかけて来た。
あの子はみんなに優しく、面倒見がよかった。みんなから好かれていた。多分、あの女ボスからも好かれていた。いつでも慰めてくれたけど、心からのありがとうは言えないままだった。
あの人はずっと心の中の、小さくて、おかしくて、いつもクルクルキラキラ、目が離せないアニメの中心だ。あの人は今も、砂かぶりで一心に無心に応援してくれる。ご主人と一緒だ。彼もきっと良い人だ。
力士は勝った。
いつもの日々に戻ろう。今も背が高い、今はもっと体格がいい、今も整った目鼻立ちで、肩を揺らして笑いながら通路で待っている。
（所感）
バレンタインデイですが、
あんまり関係ない話です。
ただ
甘酸っぱい
甘しょっぱい
ただ塩辛い
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