Chapter 173: Kyoto Sightseeing

Leaving Satoru halfway up the mountain, we somewhat ran up to Kiyomizudera.

Both Ryuji and I were well beyond the average person’s fitness, so we still had energy left after reaching the entrance of Kiyomizudera.

“Maybe because it’s a high altitude, the air is nice.”

“Yeah. It feels like my mind is clearing up.”

Ryuji appropriately responded to my comment and leaned against a Haetae statue near the temple entrance.

“I wonder what Satoru is doing right now.”

“Given his personality, he’s probably already given up and is walking up.”

Ryuji chuckled and said that, then looked back while putting his hands in his pants pockets.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

“Have you been here before?”

“Yeah, in elementary school. Is this your first time, Yu-seong?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

As I awkwardly scratched the back of my head, Chiaki, floating next to Ryuji, looked up at the temple and said,

“This is where I came with you before.”

“You remember?”

“It was my last trip, after all.”

Ah, oh...

Suddenly creating a somber atmosphere, she, realizing her mistake, hastily apologized,

“Don’t mind it too much. It’s just nostalgia. Maybe I got sentimental because it was my last trip with Ryuji.”

Although it was a statement I couldn’t ignore, I tried not to show it and asked Ryuji,

“So, what do we do now? Wait for Satoru to come up, or start sightseeing ourselves?”

Ryuji then smiled wryly and waved his hand.

“If we go ahead, Satoru will be incredibly upset. Rather than seeing him sulking for three days, it’s better to wait.”

“True.”

The scenario of leaving him behind again was as clear as if I had seen a video of it.

Satoru, after all, is surprisingly narrow-minded.

“I’ll send him a text then.”

After sending Satoru a message saying we’d wait for him at the temple gate, I followed Ryuji to find a place to lean comfortably.

“It’s crowded here, even on a weekday.”

“It’s one of the top five tourist spots in Kyoto, so it can’t be helped.”

Typically, tourists tend to flock more on weekends than on weekdays.

However, the number of tourists visiting Kiyomizudera was immense, making such common knowledge irrelevant.

There were elementary, middle, and high school students on school trips like us, foreigners of various nationalities.

And ordinary domestic tourists as well, creating a bustling crowd.

Mahes, who was looking at the temple on the stairs with his arms folded, said,

“Eastern temples are very different in form from those in Egypt. Doesn’t building them all from wood reduce their durability?”

As with most tourist spots, once we had roughly looked around everywhere worth seeing, there was nothing more to do, so we decided to head back down the mountain.

We had to hurry if we wanted to stop by a souvenir shop on the way back because there wasn’t much time left.

Our next destination after visiting Kiyomizudera was the Heian Shrine.

We took a bus for about 10 minutes to get there. Despite its grand appearance, it had only been built about 100 years ago.

Therefore, while it didn’t have much historical value, the splendor and size of the building were on par with significant cultural assets, making it worth a visit.

After looking around the garden and casually drawing an Omikuji (fortune slip), we immediately headed to our next destination, Kinkakuji (Golden Pavilion).

I wondered if we were moving too hastily, but since most tourist spots in Kyoto close around 4 to 5 PM, we had no choice.

“Wow, it’s so shiny.”

Kinkakuji (Golden Pavilion).

Its original name is Rokuonji (Deer Garden Temple), but it’s more famously known as Kinkakuji due to the gold leaf decoration on its exterior.

It was initially built as a villa by Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, the third shogun of the Muromachi shogunate, but became a temple after his death.

“Did you know? This, too, once burned down and was restored in 1950. They say it was excessively gilded compared to the original.”

Now that I think about it, it did have a somewhat artificial feel.

I thought it was well preserved for an old building, but I never expected such a backstory.

After touring Kinkakuji, we continued to visit Ginkakuji (Silver Pavilion), which you could say was part of a set.

Unlike Kinkakuji, which was entirely covered in gold, Ginkakuji was just a regular temple.

However, Ginkakuji seemed to be more popular as a tourist site and cultural property because, unlike the one-trick Kinkakuji, there were more things to see around it.

After visiting both Kinkakuji and Ginkakuji, it was already past 5 PM, so we took the bus back to our lodging.

“Okay! Now it’s free time until dinner! I know everyone’s excited about the school trip, but always be mindful of safety!”

““Okay~””

“Alright, dismissed!”

The students bustled into the inn following the dismissal order from their homeroom teacher, Matsuda.

Perhaps because they could finally relieve the fatigue accumulated from walking all day, everyone seemed quite happy.

“Everyone’s going back to their rooms to rest, right?”

In response to the question from the Class President, who was practically the leader of our group, all of us nodded without exception.

“Then let’s meet in the dining room later.”

Having decided that, we dispersed from the inn’s first floor.

Dragging our tired bodies back to our rooms, we noticed the futons spread out on the floor, unlike earlier.

I wanted to dive into those fluffy futons and sleep, but bathing came first, so I gathered my toiletries and a change of clothes.

“Going to take a shower?”

This question came from Satoru, who was stuck to the floor as soon as we entered the room.

“Yeah. It feels uncomfortable to stay like this.”

“Then bring back some Garigari-kun ice pops.”

“...Go buy them yourself, dude.”

“Aack!”

Saying so, I stepped lightly on Satoru’s side and headed to the shower for a quick wash.