The Great Crusade (part 1)

And so I launched my crusade. Yesterday was a tiring day.


First things first, we visited the Grave of the 47 Masterless Samurai at Sengaku-ji.
 The short version of the story of the 47 Ronin goes as follows: a feudal lord was forced to commit suicide after assaulting a court official, leaving his loyal samurai masterless. After a 2 year plot, the samurai in turn avenged their master by slaying the court official and committing suicide themselves. It's a story that's referenced for its connotations of loyalty and determination in the face of duty.
 After offering our respects here, we left to begin our own determined quest.



Of the seven womens' universities and colleges scattered throughout the Tokyo Metropolitan Area, we managed to visit four within our day, two of which were colleges and the other two being universities. The colleges were heavy with security and wouldn't even let us in. Of those two, one successfully blocked our entrance, whereas the other, we managed to sneak in through the back gate, and turned tail once we realized it was a Christian college. Seeing as we were afraid our skins would start melting the deeper we got into the holy grounds, we ran away.
 Of the two universities, one wouldn't let us post up ads unless we got our ad approved first. It was a whole affair through which I had to deal with the administration. At first they were adamant about not letting us, but, using my great charm and irresistible smile, I managed to negotiate letting them pass the poster through the appropriate department. Upon coming home, I got confirmation that I could post the ads up with out breaking some kind of law or some shit, so I'll probably have to go back to Totei Womens' University and post up a billion of those ads.
 The second was Bunka Fashion University in Shinjuku. Walked in, post two two ads on separate billboards, walked out. Easy.
 Of course, a return trip is warranted in order to strike at the other three establishments, but altogether, it wasn't so bad, and now we play the waiting game.
 I would post pictures of the establishments and the women walking in and out, but I didn't take any for fear of looking like a sexual predator, so, instead, here's a picture of me wearing a Thomas the Train mask.

I am finally a train.