The Great Three Gods
Izanagi arrived in Middle Earth before the dawn. The breeze was comfortable.
Ah...why the hell did I go to such an evil world?
He was shuddering again recalling the scenery.
Mmm...I feel dizzy and I smell bad. I've better to do the ablution.
It was the ritual to cleanse one's body with sacred water.
I think there is a beautiful river in Hyuga. It must be good for the ablution!
Izanagi flew to Hyuga and reached the beautiful moonlit bank.
He let his hair loose and took off the clothes. Funnily enough, each piece of his clothing became a new god.
Oh! Another twelve gods were born...
Izanagi pushed through his new kids and looked onto the surface of the river.
The flow is fast upstream, but it isn't fast enough to get rid of the pollutions downstream.
He dived into the middle of the river and washed his body. New gods were born again with his each move.
An evil god called Magatsu was born from the pollution too. But a good god who had a power to balance it out was born at the same time, so Izanagi didn't care.
He kept on washing his body.
He did the ablution at the bottom of the river, in the middle of the river and on the surface of the river. Another eleven gods were born including the famous god who is now enshrined at Sumiyoshi shirine in Fukuoka.
The sky began to dawn while all these gods were floating at the bank.
The atmosphere was solemn.
When Izanagi washed his left eye at the end of the ritual, Amaterasu was born.
As he washed his right eye, Tukuyomi was born.
As he washed his nose, Susanoh was born.
They were the Three Great Gods.
Blimey! We'd already had many many kids, but they seem greatest of all gods.
Amaterasu was a goddess who looked a little bit stuck-up. The way she smiled reminded him of Izanami's smile. Though the Three Great Gods were made only by Izanagi, they also looked like Izanami to some extent.
Izanagi took off his necklace and gave it to Amaterasu. It made a refreshingly cool sound.
Amaterasu, you rule the Celestial Plain.
She answered cheerfully.
Tukuyomi, you rule the night.
And Susanoh, you rule the sea.
Amaterasu seemed very enthusiastic, while the other two gods didn't look excited.
Anyway, they departed towards the Celestial plain, the world of night, and the sea obediently. Izanagi decided to go home.
When Izanagi arrived at Onogoro island, something strange had happened.
The sea was incredibly stormy.
He remembered that he had told Susanoh to control the sea.
Why is it stormier than before Susanoh is in charge??
Hmm...but he is a beginner, I think he didn't have time to become good at it yet.
However, the sea had been stormy for many years. Moreover some evil souls were gravitated by the huge storm.
Oh...no!! What is he doing!? How old is he now!? He should have been more mature!!
Hmm...I have better go over and see him.
Soon he found Susanoh crying at the beach.
He cried out so hard that the trees had died and the fountain had dried. A lot of evil souls were there.
Now I got the reason...
Izanagi looked confused at the sight of Susanoh's grieving.
Izanagi couldn't find whether Susanoh was crying or screaming.
How long does he kept on doing that...?
He lost his word but tried to talk to Susanoh warmly.
Hey, Susanoh. Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?
He continued sobbing.
Hey, Susanoh, come on.
...No...I want to go to Nenokatasu. ... I want to see Mom.
He didn't expect that answer.
Nenokatasu was the underground world in Hades. The living could also stay there, but it didn't mean it was safe. The living and the dead were mixed chaotically.
Izanagi recalled the day in Hades.
Izanami died. If you go there, you would also...
No! I want to see Mom!
Susanoh made his voice louder. Izanagi was irritated by his childish reaction.
It is ridiculous to allow such an inmature kid to go to Nenokatasu.
Susanoh, you don't know the awfulness of Hades. Please calm down.
No! Mom isn't awful!! You are weak!! I will definitely go to Nenokatasu!!
No, Susanoh! Calm down!!
Izanagi couldn't help making his voice louder too.
Every time Susanoh scream, the more trees died and the sea became stormier.
Stop it, Susanoh! Don't you realise that you're affecting people badly!?
Nevertheless, he didn't stop crying.
Shit! ...but anyway I'll never allow you to go to Nenokatasu! If you can't obey me, you can leave and go anywhere outside of Japan!! I dismiss you!!
Susanoh disappeared with screaming. It became completely quiet.
Izanagi sighed deeply.
What an idiot I am! I couldn't talk senses into my own son...If Izanami was here....
He felt bitter.
No way. Our work should have ended when Izanami died. I'll leave it to kids.
Then, he went to the fuzzy sea and became a recluse.
It was the end of the era of Izanagi and Izanami, and the beginnning of the era of their kids.
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