Since Amaterasu lost the bet, she allowed her brother Susanoh to stay at her palace. She knew that he was quite naughty, but in a sense, she was happy that he was relying on her.
One day, one of the gods in the Celestial Plain ran into her room. It was Koyane.
Amaterasu! Help me! Susanoh is messing around the fields and the crops!
Susanoh apparently started causing problems. She remembered that he didn't have any bad intentions, but was a little cheeky. She tried to support him.
Err...but he isn't that bad actually, I suppose. Isn't he trying to get rid of the pests?
She used her supernatural power to sort out the fields and kill the pests.
Eh? Pests? He didn't seem like doing that...
Next day another god visited her in haste. It was a goddess, Uzume.
Amaterasu! What should I do? Susanoh's broken the rice fields. And now he is riding a horse and running through the fields! Oh, God! Please stop him !!
Err.......I think he wants to make a new field of vegetables.
Yes! You know, rice fields need a lot of water...and so...he must have thought that vegetable fields are better for all of you and...Yeah...he isn't that bad, is he?
......No worry! Everything is going well!
She used her power again, and soon rice fields became vegetable fields.
Mmm...I don't think so...
And the next day, Tadikarao said.
Amaterasu! Look! Fuc*** Susanoh dumped all over the palace!!
It smells too bad to clean up!!
Err......I think he got drunk...Yes, he must have got drunk.
They are not dump but vomits. No problem! Everything is going well.
Then all dumps changed into vomits.
Well...Vomits aren't good either...
Whenever Susanoh made a new problem, Amaterasu covered them up with supernatural powers.
A few weeks later, Amaterasu popped into the weaving workshop. She was exhausted by her brother's mayhem and needed some fresh air. She weaved the sacred clothes for the rituals. Mundane was sometimes good, she thought.
Suddenly, the ceiling fell down and a skinned horse came down from above. The horse was running around madly.
The craftswomen screamed and went out of the room. The horse destroyed all of the machines, clothes, walls, columns, and the doors. Amaterasu was totally appalled and pulled back in fear.
Hahahahaha!! It's sooo funny!! They're all panicking!
Susanoh cracked up. It was his crazy joke again.
After Susanoh went out, only Amaterasu was left there. It was quiet. She looked over the mess and found someone lying under the weaving machine. She reluctantly got close to it. She had a terrible sense of foreboding.
It was one of the craftswomen dead whose body was stabbed by a weaving tool. Amaterasu nearly passed out.
Then she dashed off.
Amaterasu?? What's the matter?
Omohikane heard the riot and asked her. Many other gods also came to her with confusion on their face.
Amaterasu, are you OK?
It's my fault...
What are you talking about? Didn't you get hurt?
All accidents happened because I've overlooked Susanoh's behaviour.
No, it's not your fault.
Yes! It's mine!
As soon as she said so, she ran away without looking back.
She flew to a rocky hill. There was a huge cave, called Amano Hollow.
She went into the cave and closed the entrance stiffly with a magical power.
I couldn't control my brother, let alone the Celestial Plain!
She felt as if her efforts were all in vain. She sat down and cried out like a little girl.
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