Super-Frog Saves Tokyo

by MURAKAMI Haruki

translated by Jay Rubin


Katagiri found a giant frog waiting for him in his apartment.  It was powerfully built, standing over six feet tall on its hind legs.  A skinny little man no more than five foot three, Katagiri was overwhelmed by the frogfs imposing bulk.

gCall me eFrog,fh said the frog in a clear, strong voice.

Katagiri stood rooted in the doorway, unable to speak.

gDonft be afraid.  Ifm not here to hurt you.  Just come and close the door.  Please.h

Briefcase in his right hand, grocery bag with fresh vegetables and canned salmon cradled in his left arm, Katagiri didnft dare move.

gPlease, Mr. Katagiri, hurry and close the door, and take off your shoes.h

The sound of his own name helped Katagiri to snap out of it.  He closed the door as ordered, set the grocery bag on the raised wooden floor, pinned the briefcase under one arm and untied his shoes.  Frog gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen table, which he did.

gI must apologize, Mr. Katagiri, for having barged in while you were out,h Frog said.  gI knew it would be a shock for you to find me here.  I but had no choice.  How about a cup of tea?  I thought you would be coming home soon, so I boiled some water.h

Katagiri still had his briefcase jammed under his arm.  Somebodyfs playing a joke on me, he thought.  Somebodyfs rigged himself up in this huge frog costume just to have fun with me.  But he knew, as he watched Frog pour boiling water into the teapot, humming all the while, that these had to be the limbs and movements of a real frog.  Frog set a cup of green tea in front of Katagiri and poured another one for himself.

Sipping his tea, Frog asked, gCalming down?h

But still Katagiri could not speak.

gI know I should have made an appointment to visit you, Mr. .  Katagiri.  I am fully aware of the proprieties.  Anyone would be shocked to find a big frog waiting for him at home.  But an urgent matter brings me here.  Please forgive me.h

gUrgent matter?h  Katagiri managed to produce words at last.

gYes, indeed,h Frog said.  gWhy else would I take the liberty of barging into a personfs home?  Such discourtesy is not my customary style.h

gDoes this ematterf have something to do with me?h

gYes and no.h Frog said with a tilt of the head.  g No and yes.h

Ifve got to get a grip on myself thought Katagiri.  gDo you mind if I smoke?h

gNot at all, not at all,h Frog said with a smile.  gItfs your home.  You donft have to ask my permission.  Smoke and drink as much as you like.  I myself am not a smoker, but I can hardly impose my distaste for tobacco on others in their own homes.h

Katagiri pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and struck a march.  He saw his hand trembling as he lit up.  Seated opposite him, Frog seemed to he studying his every movement.

gYou donft happen to be connected with some kind of gang by any chance?h Katagiri found the courage to ask.

gHa ha ha ha ha ha! What a wonderful sense of humor you have, Mr. Katagiri!h Frog said, slapping his webbed hand against his thigh.  gThere may be a shortage of skilled labor, but what gang is going to hire a frog to do their dirty work? Theyfd be made a laughingstock.h

gWell, if youfre here to negotiate a repayment, youfre wasting your time.  I have no authority to make such decisions.  Only my superiors can do that, I just follow orders.  I canft do a thing for you.h

gPlease, Mr. Katagiri,h Frog said, raising one webbed finger.  gI have not come here on such petty business.  I am fully aware that you are Assistant Chief of the lending division of the Shinjuku branch of the Tokyo Security Trust Bank.  But my visit has nothing to do with the repayment of loans.  I have come here to save Tokyo from destruction.h

Katagiri scanned the room for a hidden TV camera in case he was being made the burr of some huge, terrible joke.  But there was no camera.  It was a small apartment.  There was no place for anyone to hide.

gNo,h Frog said.  gWe are the only ones here.  I know you are thinking that I must be mad or that you are having some kind of dream, but I am not crazy and you are not dreaming.  This is absolutely, positively serious.h

gTo tell you the truth, Mr. . Frog--.h

gPlease,h Frog said, raising one finger again.  gCall me eFrogf.h

gTo tell you the truth, Frog,h Katagiri said, gI canft quite understand what is going on here Itfs not that I donft trust you, but I donft seem to be able to grasp the situation exactly.  Do you mind if I ask you a question or two?h

gNot at all, not at all,h Frog said.  gMutual understanding is of critical importance.  There are those who say that eunderstandingf is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings, and while I do find this view interesting in its own way, I am afraid we have no time to spare on pleasant digressions.  The best thing would be for us to achieve mutual understanding via the shortest possible route.  Therefore, by all means, ask as many questions as you wish.h

gNow; you are a real frog, am I right?h

gYes, of course, as you can see.  A real frog is exactly what I am.  A product neither of metaphor nor allusion nor deconstruction nor sampling nor any other such complex process, I am a genuine frog.  Shall I croak for you?h

Frog tilted back his head and flexed the muscles of his huge throat Ribit, Ri-i-i-bit,  Ribit ribit ribit Ribit Ribit Ri-i-i bit.  His gigantic croaks rattled the pictures hanging on the walls.

gFine, I see, I see!h Katagiri said, worried about the thin walls of the cheap apartment house in which he lived.  gThatfs great.  You are, without question a real frog.h

gOne might also say that I am the sum total of all frogs.  Nonetheless, this does nothing to change the fact that I am a frog.  Anyone claiming that I am not a frog would be a dirty liar.  I would smash such a person to bits!h

Katagiri nodded.  Hoping to calm himself, he picked up his cup and swallowed a mouthful of tea.  gYou said before that you have come here to save Tokyo from destruction?h

gThat is what I said.h

gWhat kind of destruction?h

gEarthquake,h Frog said with the utmost gravity.

Mouth dropping open, Katagiri looked at Frog.  And Frog, saying nothing, looked at Katagiri.  They went on staring at each other like this for some time.  Next it was Frogfs turn to open his mouth.

gA very, very big earthquake.  It is set to strike Tokyo at 8:30 A.M.  on February 18.  Three days from now.  A much bigger earthquake than the one that struck Kobe last month.  The number of dead from such a quake would probably exceed 150,000—mostly from accidents involving the commuter system: derailments, falling vehicles, crashes, the collapse of elevated expressways and rail lines, the crushing of subways, the explosion of tanker trucks.  Buildings will be transformed into piles of rubble, their inhabitants crushed to death.  Fires everywhere, the road system in a stare of collapse, ambulances and fire trucks useless, people just lying there, dying.  One hundred and fifty thousand of them! Pure hell.  People will be made to realize what a fragile condition the intensive collectivity known as ecityf really is.h Frog said this with a gentle shake of the bead.  gThe epicenter will be close to the Shinjuku ward office.h

gClose to the Shinjuku ward office?h

gTo be precise, it will hit directly beneath the Shinjuku branch of the Tokyo Security Trust Bank.h

A heavy silence followed.

gAnd you,h Katagiri said, gare planning to stop this earthquake?h

gExactlyh Frog said, nodding.  gThat is exactly what I propose to do.  You and I will go underground beneath the Shinjuku branch of the Tokyo Security Trust Bank to do mortal combat with Worm.h


* * * * * *

As a member of the Trust Bank lending division, Katagiri had fought his way through many a battle.  He had weathered sixteen years of daily combat since the day he graduated from the university and joined the bankfs staff.  He was, in a word, a collection officer-- a post that won him little popularity.  Everyone in his division preferred to make loans, especially at the time of the bubble.  They had so much money in those days that almost any likely piece of collateral--be it land or stock--was enough to convince loan officers to give away whatever they were asked for, the bigger the loan the better their reputations in the company.  Some loans, though, never made it back to the bank: They got gstuck to the bottom of the pan.h It was Katagirifs job to take care of those.  And when the bubble burst, the work piled on.  First stock prices fell, and then land values, and collateral lost all significance.  gGet out there,h his boss commanded him, gand squeeze whatever you can out of them.h

The Kabukicho neighborhood of Shinjuku was a labyrinth of violence: old-time gangsters, Korean mobsters, Chinese Mafia, guns and drugs, money flowing beneath the surface from one murky den to another, people vanishing every now and then like puffs of smoke.  Plunging into Kabukicho to collect a bad debt, Katagiri had been surrounded more than once by mobsters threatening to kill him, but he had never been frightened.  What good would it have done them to kill one man running around for the bank? They could stab him if they wanted to.  They could beat him up.  He was perfect for the job: no wife, no kids, both parents dead, a brother and sister he had put through college married off.  So what if they killed him? It wouldnft change anything for anybody—least of all for Katagiri himself.

It was not Katagiri but the thugs surrounding him who got nervous when they saw him so calm and cool.  He soon earned a kind of reputation in their world as a tough guy.  Now, though, the tough Katagiri was at a total loss.  What the hell was this frog talking about?

gWorm? Who is Worm?h he asked with some hesitation.

gWorm lives underground.  He is a gigantic worm.  When he gets angry, he causes earthquakes,h Frog said.  gAnd right now he is very, very angry.h

gWhat is he angry about?h Katagiri asked.

gI have no idea,h Frog said.  gNobody knows what Worm is thinking inside that murky head of his.  Few have ever seen him.  He is usually asleep.  Thatfs what he really likes to do: take long, long naps.  He goes on sleeping for years—decades—in the warmth and darkness underground.  His eyes, as you might imagine, have atrophied, his brain has turned to jelly as he sleeps.  If you ask me, Ifd guess he probably isnft thinking anything at all, just lying there and feeling every little rumble and reverberation that comes his way, absorbing them into his body and storing them up.  And then, through some kind of chemical process, he replaces most of them with rage.  Why this happens I have no idea.  I could never explain it.h

Frog fell silent watching Katagiri and waiting until his words had sunk in.  Then he went on: gPlease donft misunderstand me, though.  I feel no personal animosity toward Worm.  I donft see him as the embodiment of evil.  Not that I would want to be his friend, either: I just think that as far as the world is concerned, it is, in a sense, all right for a being like him to exist.  The world is like a great big overcoat, and it needs pockets of various shapes and sizes.  But right at the moment, Worm has reached the point where he is too dangerous to ignore.  With all the different kinds of hatred he has absorbed and stored inside himself over the years, his heart and body have swollen to gargantuan proportions—bigger than ever before.  And to make matters worse, last monthfs Kobe earthquake shook him out of the deep sleep he was enjoying.  He experienced a revelation inspired by his profound rage: It was time now for him, too, to cause a massive earthquake, and hefd do it here, in Tokyo.  I know what Ifm talking about, Mr. Katagiri: I have received reliable information on the timing and scale of the earthquake from some of my best bug friends.h

Frog snapped his mouth shut and closed his round eyes in apparent fatigue.

gSo what youfre saying is,h Katagiri said, gthat you and I have to go underground together and fight Worm to stop the earthquake.h


Katagiri reached for his cup of tea, picked it up and put it back.  gI still donft get it,h he said.  gWhy did you choose me to go with you?h

Frog looked straight into Katagirifs eyes and said gI have always had the profoundest respect for you, Mr. Katagiri.  For sixteen long years, you have silently accepted the most dangerous, least glamorous assignments—the jobs that others have avoided—and you have carried them off beautifully.  I know full well how difficult this has been for you, and I do not believe that either your superiors or your colleagues properly appreciate your accomplishments.  They are blind, the whole lot of them.  But you, unappreciated and unpromoted, have never once complained.

gNor is it simply a matter of your work.  After your parents died you raised your teenage brother and sister single-handedly, put them through college and even arranged for them to marry, all at great sacrifice of your time and income, and at the expense of your own marriage prospects.  In spite of this, your brother and sister have never once expressed gratitude for your efforts on their behalf.  Far from it.  They have shown you no respect and acted with the most callous disregard for your loving kindness.  In my opinion, their behavior is unconscionable.  I almost wish I could beat them to a pulp on your behalf.  But you, meanwhile, show no trace of anger.

gTo be quite honest, Mr. Katagiri, you are nothing much to look at, and you are far from eloquent, so you tend to be looked down upon by those around you.  I, however, can see what a sensible and courageous man you are.  In all of Tokyo, with its teeming millions, there is no one else I could trust as much as you to fight by my side.h

gTell me, Mr. Frog,h Katagiri said.

gPlease,h Frog said, raising one finger again.  gCall me eFrogf.h

gTell me, Frog,h Katagiri said, ghow do you know so much about me?h

eWell, Mr. Katagiri, I have not been frogging all these years for nothing.  I keep my eye on the important things in life.h

gBut still, Frog,h Katagiri said.  gIfm not particularly strong, and I donft know anything about whatfs happening underground.  I donft have the kind of muscle it will take to fight Worm in the darkness.  Ifm sure you can find somebody a lot stronger than me—a man who does karate, say, or a Self-Defense Forces commando.h

Frog rolled his large eyes.  gTell you the truth, Mr. Katagiri,h he said, gIfm the one who will do all the fighting.  But I canft do it alone.  This is the key thing: I need your courage and your passion for justice.  I need you to stand behind me and say, eWay to go, Frog! Youfre doing great! I know you can win! Youfre fighting the good fight!fh

Frog opened his arms wide, then slapped his webbed hands down on his knees again.

gIn all honesty, Mr. Katagiri, the thought of fighting Worm in the dark frightens me, too.  For many years I lived as a pacifist, loving art, living with nature.  Fighting is not something I like to do.  I do it because I have to.  And this particular fight will be a fierce one; that is certain.  I may not return from it alive.  I may lose a limb or two in the process.  But I cannot—I will not-run away.  As Nietzsche said, the highest wisdom is to have no fear.  What I want from you, Mr. Katagiri, is for you to share your simple courage with me, to support me with your whole heart as a true friend.  Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?h

None of this made any sense to Katagiri, but still he felt that—unreal as it sounded—he could believe whatever Frog said to him.  Something about Frog—the look on his face, the way he spoke—had a simple honesty that appealed directly to the heart.  After years of work in the toughest division of the Security Trust Bank, Katagiri possessed the ability to sense such things.  It was all but second nature to him.

gI know this must be difficult for you, Mr. Katagiri.  A huge frog comes barging into your place and asks you to believe all these outlandish things.  Your reaction is perfectly natural.  And so I intend to provide you with proof that I exist.  Tell me, Mr. Katagiri: you have been having a great deal of trouble recovering a loan the bank made to Big Bear Trading, have you not?h

gThatfs true,h Katagiri said.

gWell, they have a number of extortionist working behind the scenes, and those individuals are mixed up with the mobsters.  Theyfre scheming to make the company go bankrupt and get out of its debts.  Your bankfs loan officer shoved a pile of cash at them without a decent background check, and, as usual, the one whofs left to clean up after him is you, Mr. Katagiri.  But youfre having a hard time sinking your teeth into these fellows: Theyfre no pushovers.  And there may be a powerful politician backing them up.  Theyfre into you for 700 million.  That is the situation you are dealing with, am I right?h

gYou certainly are.h

Frog stretched his arms out wide, his big green webs opening like pale wings.  gDonft worry, Mr. Katagiri.  Leave everything to me.  By tomorrow morning, old Frog will have your problems solved.  Relax and have a good nightfs sleep.h

With a big smile on his face, Frog stood up.  Then, flattening himself like a dried squid, he slipped out through the gap at the side of the closed door, leaving Katagiri all alone.  The two teacups on the kitchen table were the only indication that Frog had ever been in Katagirifs apartment.


* * * * * *

The moment Katagiri arrived at work the next morning at nine, the phone on his desk rang.

gMr. Katagiri,h said a manfs voice.  It was cold and businesslike.  gMy name is Shiraoka.  Ifm an attorney with the Big Bear case.  I received a call from my client this morning with regard to the pending loan matter.  He wants you to know that he will take full responsibility for returning the entire amount requested, by the due date.  He will also give you a signed memorandum to that effect.  His only request is that you do not send Frog to his home again.  I repeat: He wants you to ask Frog never to visit his home again.  Ifm not entirely sure what this is supposed to mean, but I believe it should be clear to you, Mr. Katagiri.  Am I correct?h

gYou are indeed.h Katagiri said.

gYou will be kind enough to convey my message to Frog, I trust.h

gThat I will do.  Your client will never see Frog again.h

gThank you very much.  I will prepare the memorandum for you by tomorrow.h

gI appreciate it,h Katagiri said.

The connection was cut.

Frog visited Katagiri in his Trust Bank office at lunchtime.  gI assume that Big Bear case is working out well for you?h

Katagiri glanced around uneasily.

gDonft worry,h Frog said.  gYou are the only one who can see me.  But now I am sure you realize I actually exist.  I am not a product of your imagination.  I can take action and produce results.  I am a living being.h

gTell me, Mr. Frog,h Katagiri said.

gPlease,h Frog said, raising one finger, gcall me eFrog.fh

gTell me, Frog,h Katagiri said.  gWhat did you do to them?h

gOh, nothing much,h Frog said.  gNothing much more complicated than boiling Brussels sprouts.  I just gave them a little scare.  A touch of psychological terror.  As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel toward their imagination.  But never mind that, Mr. . .  Katagiri.  Tell me about the Big Bear case.  It is working out well, I assume?h

Katagiri nodded and lit a cigarette.  gSeems to be.h

gSo, then, have I succeeded in gaining your trust with regard to the matter I broached to you last night? Will you join me to fight against Worm?h

Sighing, Katagiri removed his glasses and wiped them.  gTo tell you the truth, I am not too crazy about the idea, but I donft suppose thatfs enough to get me out of it.h

gNo,h Frog said.  gIt is a matter of responsibility and honor.  You may not be etoo crazyf about the idea, but we have no choice: You and I must go underground and face Worm.  If we should happen to lose our lives in the process, we will gain no onefs sympathy.  And even if we manage to defeat Worm, no one will praise us.  No one will ever know that such a battle even raged far beneath their feet.  Only you and I will know, Mr. Katagiri.  However it turns out, ours will be a lonely battle.h

Katagiri looked at his own hand for a while, then watched the smoke rising from his cigarette.  Finally, he spoke.  gYou know Mr. Frog, Ifm just an ordinary person.h

gMake that eFrog,f please,h Frog said, but Katagiri let it go.

gIfm an absolutely ordinary guy.  Less than ordinary.  Ifm going bald, Ifm getting a potbelly, I turned 40 last month.  My feet are flat.  The doctor told me recently that I have diabetic tendencies.  Itfs been three months or more since I last slept with a woman—and I had to pay for it.  I do get some recognition within the division for my ability to collect on loans, but no real respect.  I donft have a single person who likes me, either at work or in my private life.  I donft know how to talk to people, and Ifm bad with strangers, so I never make friends.  I have no athletic ability, Ifm tone-deaf, short, phimotic, nearsighted—and astigmatic.  I live a horrible life.  All I do is eat, s1eep and shit.  I donft know why Ifm even living.  Why should a person like me have to be the one to save Tokyo?h

gBecause, Mr.. Katagiri, Tokyo can only be saved by a person like you.  And itfs for people like you that I am tying to save Tokyo.h

Katagiri sighed again, more deeply this time.  gAll right, then, what do you want me to do?h


* * * * * *

Frog told Katagiri his plan.  They would go underground on the night of February 17 (one day before the earthquake was scheduled to happen).  Their way in would be through the basement boiler room of the Shinjuku branch of the Tokyo Security Trust Bank.  They would meet there late at night (Katagiri would stay in the building on the pretext of working overtime).  Behind a section of wall was a vertical shaft, and they would find Worm at the bottom by climbing down a 150-foot rope ladder.

gDo you have a battle plan in mind?h Katagiri asked.

gOf course I do.  We would have no hope of defeating an enemy like Worm without a battle plan.  He is a slimy creature: You canft tell his mouth from his anus.  And he is as big as a commuter train.h

gWhat is your battle plan?h

After a thoughtful pause Frog answered, gHmm, what is it they say—fSilence is golden?h

gYou mean I shouldnft ask?h

gThatfs one way of putting it.h

gWhat if I get scared at the last minute and run away? Whet would you do then, Mr. Frog?h


gFrog.  What would you do then?h

Frog thought about this awhile and answered, gI would fight on alone.  My chances of beating him by myself are perhaps just slightly better than Anna Kareninafs chances of beating that speeding locomotive.  Have you read Anna Karenina, Mr.. Katagiri?h

When he heard that Katagiri had not read the novel, Frog gave him a look as if to say gWhat a shame.h Apparently, Frog was very fond of Anna Karenina.

gStill, Mr. Katagiri, I do not believe that you will leave me to fight alone.  I can tell.  Itfs a question of balls—which, unfortunately, I do not happen to possess.  Ha ha ha ha.h Frog laughed with his mouth wide open.  Balls were not all that Frog lacked.  He had no teeth either.


* * * * * *

Unexpected things do happen, however.

Katagiri was shot on the evening of February 17.  He had finished his rounds for the day and was walking down the street in Shinjuku on his way back to the Trust Bank when a young man in a leather jacket leaped in front of him.  The manfs face was a blank, and be gripped a small black gun in one hand.  The gun was so small and so black that it hardly looked real.  Katagiri stared at the object in the manfs hand, not registering the fact that it was aimed at him and that the man was pulling the trigger.  It all happened too quickly: It didnft make sense to him.  But the gun, in fact, went off.

Katagiri saw the barrel jerk in the air and, at the same moment, felt an impact as though someone had struck his right shoulder with a sledgehammer.  He felt no pain, but the blow sent him sprawling on the sidewalk.  The leather briefcase in his right hand went flying in the other direction.  The man aimed the gun at him again.  A second shot rang out.  A small eateryfs sidewalk signboard exploded before his eyes.  He heard people screaming.  His glasses had flown off, and everything was a blur.  He was vaguely aware that the man was approaching with the pistol pointed at him.  Ifm going to die, he thought.  Frog had said that true terror is the kind men feel toward their imagination.

Katagiri cut the switch of his imagination and sank into a weightless silence.


* * * * * *

When he woke up, he was in bed.  He opened one eye, took a moment to survey his surroundings and then opened the other eye.  The first thing that entered his field of vision was a metal stand by the head of the bed and an intravenous feeding tube that stretched from the stand to where he lay.  Next he saw a nurse dressed in white.  He realized he was lying on his back on a hard bed and wearing some strange piece of clothing under which he seemed to be naked.

Oh yeah, he thought, I was walking along the sidewalk when some guy shot me.  Probably in the shoulder.  The right one.  He relived the scene in his mind.  When he remembered the small black gun in the young manfs hand, his heart made a disturbing thump.  The sons of bitches were trying to kill me! he thought.  But it looks as if I made it through OK.  My memory is fine.  I donft have any pain.  And not just pain: I donft have any feeling at all.  I canft lift my armc..

The hospital room had no windows.  He could not tell whether it was day or night.  He had been shot just before five in the evening.  How much time had passed since then?  Had the hour of his nighttime rendezvous with Frog gone by? Katagiri searched the room for a clock, but without his glasses he could see nothing at a distance.

gExcuse me,h he called to the nurse.

gOh, good.  Youfre finally awake,h the nurse said.

gWhat time is it?h

She glanced at her watch.



gDonft be silly; itfs morning!h

gNine-fifteen A.M.?h Katagiri groaned, barely managing to lift his head from the pillow.  The ragged noise that emerged from his throat sounded like someone elsefs voice.  gNine-fifteen A.M.  on February 18?h

gRight,h the nurse said, lifting her arm once more to check the date on her digital watch.  gToday is February 18, 1995.h

gWasnft there a big earthquake in Tokyo this morning?h

gIn Tokyo?h

gIn Tokyo.h

The nurse shook her head.  gNot as far as I know.h

He breathed a sigh of relief.  Whatever had happened, the earthquake at least had been averted.

gHowfs my wound doing?h

gYour wound?h she asked.  gWhat wound?h

gWhere I was shot.h


gYeah, near the entrance to the Trust Bank.  Some young guy shot me.  In the right shoulder, I think.h

The nurse flashed a nervous smile in his direction.  gIfm sorry, Mr. Katagiri, but you havenft been shot.h

gI havenft? Are you sure?h

gAs sure as I am that there was no earthquake this morning.h

Katagiri was stunned.  gThen what the hell am I doing in a hospital?h

gSomebody found you lying in the street, unconscious.  In the Kabukicho neighborhood of Shinjuku.  You didnft have any external wounds.  You were just out cold.  And we still havenft figured out why.  The doctorfs going to be here soon.  Youfd better talk to him.h

Lying in the street unconscious? Katagiri was sure he had seen the pistol go off, aimed at him.  He took a deep breath and tried to get his head straight.  He would start by putting all the facts in order.

gWhat youfre telling me is, Ifve been lying in this hospital bed, unconscious, since early evening yesterday, is that right?h

gRight,h the nurse said.  gAnd you had a really bad night, Mr. Katagiri.  You must have had some awful nightmares.  I heard you yelling, eFrog! Hey, Frog!f You did it a lot.  You have a friend nicknamed Frog?h

Katagiri closed his eyes and listened to the slow, rhythmic beating of his heart as it ticked off the minutes of his life.  How much of what he remembered had actually happened and how much was hallucination? Did Frog really exist, and had Frog fought with Worm to put a stop to the earthquake? Or had that just been part of a long dream? Katagiri had no idea what was true anymore.


* * * * * *

Frog came to his hospital room that night.  Katagiri awoke to find him in the dim light, sitting on a steel folding chair, his back against the wall.  Frogfs big, bulging eyelids were closed in straight slits. 

gFrog,h Katagiri called out to him.

Frog slowly opened his eyes.  His big white stomach swelled and shrank with his breathing.  gI meant to meet you in the boiler room at night the way I promised,h Katagiri said, gbut I had an accident in the evening--something totally unexpected--and they brought me here.h

Frog gave his head a slight shake.  gI know.  Itfs OK.  Donft worry.  You were a great help to me in my fight, Mr. Katagiri.h

gI was?h

gYes, you were.  You did a great job in your dreams.  Thatfs what made it possible for me to fight Worm to the finish.  I have you to thank for my victory.h

gI donft get it,h Katagiri said.  gI was unconscious the whole time.  They were feeding me intravenously.  I donft remember doing anything in my dream.h

gThatfs fine, Mr. Katagiri.  Itfs better that you donft remember.  The whole terrible fight occurred in the area of imagination.  That is the precise location of our battlefield.  It is there that we experience our victories and our defeats.  Each and every on of us is a being of limited duration: All of us eventually go down to defeat.  But as Ernest Hemingway saw so clearly, the ultimate value of our lives is decided not by how we win but by how we lose.  You and I together, Mr. Katagiri, were able to prevent the annihilation of Tokyo.  We saved 150,000 people from the jaws of death.  No one realizes it, but that is what we accomplished.h

gHow did we manage to defeat Worm?  And what did I do?h

gWe gave everything we had in a fight to the bitter end.  We--h  Frog snapped his mouth shut and took one great breath.  gWe used every weapon we could get our hands on, Mr. Katagiri.  We used all the courage we could muster.  Darkness was our enemyfs ally.  You brought in a foot-powered generator and used every ounce of your strength to fill the place with light.  Worm tried to frighten you away with phantoms of the darkness, but you stood your ground.  Darkness vied with light in a horrific battle, and in the light I grappled with the monstrous Worm.  He coiled himself around me and bathed me in his horrid slime.  I tore him to shreds, but still he refused to die.  All he did was divide into smaller pieces.  And then...h

Frog fell silent, but soon, as if dredging up his last ounce of strength, he began to speak again.  gFyodor Dostoevsky, with unparalleled tenderness, depicted those who have been forsaken by God.  He discovered the precious quality of human existence in the ghastly paradox whereby men who have invented God were forsaken by that very God.  Fighting with Worm in the darkness, I found myself thinking of Dotoevskyfs eWhite Knights.f  I...h  Frogfs words seemed to founder.  gMr. Katagiri, do you mind if I take a brief nap?  I am utterly exhausted.h

gPlease,h Katagiri said.  gTake a good, deep sleep.h

gI was finally unable to defeat Worm,h Frog said, closing his eyes.  gI did manage to stop the earthquake, but I was only able to carry our battle to a draw.  I inflicted injury on him, and he on me.  But to tell you the truth, Mr. Katagiri...h

gWhat is it, Frog?h

gI am, indeed, pure Frog, but at the same time I am a thing that stands for a world of un-Frog.h

gHmm, I donft get that at all.h

gNeither do I,h Frog said, his eyes still closed.  gItfs just a feeling I have.  What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.  My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.  Inside me is the un-me.  My brain is growing murky.  The locomotive is coming.  But I really want you to understand what I am saying, Mr. Katagiri.h

gYoufre tired, Frog.  Go to sleep.  Youfll get better.h

gI am slowly returning to the murk, Mr. Katagiri.  And yet...I...h

Frog lost his grasp on words and slipped into a coma.  His arms hung down almost to the floor, and his big, wide mouth drooped open.  Straining to focus  his eyes, Katagiri was able to make out deep cuts covering Frogfs entire body.  Discolored streaks ran through his skin, and there was a sunken spot on his head where the flesh had been torn away.

Katagiri stared long and hard at Frog, who sat there now wrapped in the thick cloak of sleep.  As soon as I get out of this hospital, he thought, Ifll buy Anna Karenina and gWhite Nightsh and read them both.  Then Ifll have a nice, long literary discussion about them with Frog.

Before long, Frog began to twitch all over.  Katagiri assumed at first that these were just normal involuntary movements in sleep, but he soon realized his mistake.  There was something unnatural about the way Frogfs body went on jerking, like a big doll being shaken by someone from behind.  Katagiri held his breath and watched.  He wanted to run over to Frog, but his own body remained paralyzed.

After a while, a big lump formed over Frogfs right eye.  The same kind of huge, ugly boil broke out on Frogfs shoulder and side and then over his whole body.  Katagiri could not imagine what was happening to Frog.  He stared at the spectacle, barely breathing.

Then, all of a sudden, one of the boils burst with a loud pop.  The skin flew off, and a sticky liquid oozed out, sending a horrible smell across the room.  The rest of the boils started popping, one after another, twenty or thirty in all, flinging skin and fluid onto the walls.  The sickening, unbearable smell filled the hospital room.  Big black holes were left on Frogfs body where the boils had burst, and wriggling, maggot-like worms of all shapes and sizes came crawling out.  Puffy white maggots.  After them emerged some kind of small, centipede-like creatures, whose hundreds of legs made a creepy rustling sound.  An endless stream of these things came crawling out of the holes.  Frogfs body--or the thing that had once been Frogfs body--was totally covered by these creatures of the night.  His two big eyeballs fell from their sockets onto the floor, where they were devoured by black bugs with strong jaws.  Crowds of slimy worms raced each other up the walls to the ceiling, where they covered the fluorescent lights and burrowed into the smoke alarm.

The floor, too, was covered with worms and bugs.  They climbed up the lamp and blocked the light, and, of course, they crept onto Katagirifs bed.  Hundreds of them came burrowing under the covers.  They crawled up his legs, under his bed gown, between his thighs.  The smallest worms and maggots crawled inside his anus and ears and nostrils.  Centipedes pried open his mouth and crawled inside, one after another.  Filled with an intense despair, Katagiri screamed.

Someone snapped a switch and light filled the room.

gMr. Katagiri!h  called the nurse.  Katagiri opened his eyes to the light.  His body was soaked in sweat.  The bugs were gone.  All they had left behind in him was a horrible, slimy sensation.

gAnother bad dream, eh?  Poor dear.h  With quick, efficient movements, the nurse readied an injection and stabbed the needle into his arm.

He took a long, deep breath and let it out.  His heart was expanding and contracting violently.

gWhat were you dreaming about?h

Katagiri was having trouble differentiating dream from reality.  gWhat you see with your eyes is not necessarily real,h he told himself aloud.

gThatfs so true,h the nurse said with a smile.  gEspecially where those dreams are concerned.h

gFrog,h he murmured.

gDid something happen to Frog?h she asked.

gHe saved Tokyo from being destroyed by an earthquake.  All by himself.h

gThatfs nice,h the nurse said, replacing his near-empty intravenous-feeding bottle with a new one.  gWe donft need any more awful things happening in Tokyo.  We have plenty already.h

gBut it cost him his life.  Hefs gone.  I think he went back to the murk.  Hefll never come here again.h

Smiling, the nurse toweled the sweat from his forehead.  gYou were very fond of Frog, werenft you, Katagiri?h

gLocomotive,h Katagiri mumbled.  gMore than anybody.h  Then he closed his eyes and sank into a restful, dreamless sleep.