@Libri-Liberorum said in Sometimes Even Reality Is a Lie! Vol 4 Discussion:
@Geezer-Weasalopes said in Sometimes Even Reality Is a Lie! Vol 4 Discussion:
@Zerio said in Sometimes Even Reality Is a Lie! Vol 4 Discussion:
In ch 2, when she said she likes his smell, I wonder if she says "Kaoru no kaori".
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Not knowing Japanese I'd have to look up the meanings of the words involved, but that has potential as a horrendous pun.
Wikipedia says:
Kaori (香織 "scent/aroma, fabric/weave" and occasionally rendered "perfume", かおり [kaoɾi]) is a feminine Japanese given name
And from my very sketchy Japanese, "no" is a possessive, so "Kaoru no kaori" is "Kaoru's aroma". (Japanese "no" gets additional usage beyond what English's apostrophy-s does, but I'm not confident enough to speak further on this. I.e. apostrophy-s would (I think) always translate to "no", but "no" does not always translate to apostrophy-s.)
Wikipedia says that "Kaoru" basically means the same thing, and can be male or female. Which raises the question, why didn't they just stick with "Kaoru" as a name when he's cross dressing?
Victor/Victoria anyone?
"Oh what a wicked web we weave, when first we practice to deceive."
Which likely isn't quite to Shakespeare given it being from memory.
What you provide supports Kaoru no Kaori being a lovely play on words.
On multiple levels, if you consider the fabric/weave bit as Kaori is Kaoru's cover.
It makes it clear they didn't just select two similar sounding names at random, they put some real thought into it.
Appending:
Had the thought that in Elizabethan/Stuart theatre there were no female cast members; all roles were played by men (or boys).
Which everyone in the audience knew.
Thus the underlying humor of a male actor playing a female character who's disguising themselves as a male.
Here we have a male gamer with a female avatar meeting up with a female gamer with a male avatar, showing up at the meet in their true genders...and the male gamer then needing to crossdress and present as female due to her discomfort and 'parental disapproval' of her hanging with guys.
The Elizabethan theatre goer would be howling in the aisles with mirth.