How the Japanese village took care of itself. Wakamono-gumi – the youth who acted where no one else would come to help.

An article about wakamono-gumi—the youth communities that, in the Edo period, fulfilled key functions in Japanese villages: they maintained order, organized communal labor, mediated disputes, and ensured the safety of residents. It is a story of grassroots self-regulation, everyday rituals, and the tangible workings of a community without which the village could not have survived.

That real Japan

Usually, when people speak about Japan, they begin—almost reflexively—with the samurai. They are the heroes of novels, dramas, TV series, and games. But the truth is that in the Edo period they made up barely around ten percent of society. Even the splendid townspeople—creators of ukiyo-e, masters of craftsmanship, poets and actors—were a minority. Edo-period Japan was above all a country of peasants: eighty percent of the population, who, contrary to stereotypes, were not at all “an ignorant mass.” Around half of them could read, and many could write at a practical level. By the end of the eighteenth century Japan was one of the most literate countries in the world—paradoxically thanks to the villages, not despite them. It was there, too, that the customs and mentality were born that, after three hundred years, we now simply call “Japanese.”

Who, in remote mountain settlements, would help if a house burned down, if water destroyed the road, if rains damaged the irrigation channels? No one. No one cared. The authorities made sure the taxes added up, but aside from that—the village had to look after itself. And so it did—villages organized themselves in their own way, as the place, climate, soil, and everyday needs required. Over time, they created mechanisms of self-regulation that did not answer to the authorities but to neighbors, families, and the community itself. The most important of these was the wakamono-gumi—the group of young men who acted as guardians of order, organizers of labor, mediators of conflicts, and at the same time formed an organic “internal administration” of the village. They were its muscles, its memory, and its conscience.

It is hard to find a better image of this everyday life than a scene in the wakamono-yado—the modest hut where the youths spent their evenings. In the middle of the room, on woven tatami, lay a pile of hard, rough rice straw. Three boys were tying waraji—straw sandals that the village needed in winter as much as air, because a single walk along a snow-covered road could wear down a whole sole. Shinzō, too bold in his movements, tied the heel strap crookedly and received a nudge in the shoulder from Sasuke, two years his senior. That, too, was a lesson: wordless, without indulgence. In the yado, every mistake was corrected immediately—without humiliation but also without ceremony. Yet wakamono-gumi was not about sandals, or guarding the granary, or night patrols. It was about something far greater—about ensuring that no one in the village lived, worked, or died alone. If we say today that Japan is a “collective culture,” it is worth looking precisely here, into the heart of the Edo-period village, to understand what that collectivity truly looked like: a daily practice of care, shared responsibility, and an unwritten hierarchy arising not from birth but from growing into adulthood. The youth were the heart of this community—the force that made village life flow uninterrupted, in its natural, wise rhythm.

So let us look today—what did the life of the young in the wakamono-gumi community look like? I invite you.

SCENE I

At dawn

Early dawn in the province of Shinano. Heavy mist rises above the waterlogged rice terraces, and the air is saturated with the resinous scent of sugi—tall, dark-green cryptomeria that have covered the slopes of the surrounding mountains for centuries. On the creaking bridge over a narrow, stony river stand the young men—barefoot or in worn straw waraji, with the sleeves of their kimono tied high on their arms. Their hands hold shovels, mattocks, rolled-up torch wicks, and some carry at their waist small, well-used nata knives, which they normally use to cut branches jutting over the path.

One hears only the crunch of wet wood underfoot and the rough rustle of straw waraji scraping against the planks of the bridge as one of the youths runs up—late, but not so late that anyone pays it any mind. From a nearby barn emerges the Kashira—the highest-ranking among them, a greying man whose face is traced with wrinkles from sun and frost. He wears a raw, simple kosode in the color of faded ochre, tied with a cord. In his gaze there is something the young ones do not yet understand: the weight of all those years in which he had stood here in exactly the same way, in winter and in summer, answering the call of shared responsibility.

Not a single word is spoken—for none is needed. According to an old agreement based on a jomoku (条目 – literally “list-regulation”) drawn up generations ago, they meet here at the same time whenever a downpour damages the road leading to the village rice storehouse. Wakamono-gumi has no clock and no orders. It has the rhythm of nature, duty, and the memory of elders.

Kashira raises his hand and points the direction—towards the overgrown roadside leading up the hill, where yesterday’s storm had washed out the path. The youths set off uphill, one after the other, in silence broken only by the straw sandals brushing against the damp earth. The youngest of them, the fifteen-year-old son of a woodcutter, carries a bundle of cut branches on his back; it is his first summer in wakamono-gumi, and his pride mixes with the fear that he will not keep pace.

When they reach the spot, they scatter automatically—without commands or orders. Two immediately assess the damage, kneeling by the eroded edge of the road. Others begin cutting the brush where roots have broken up the embankment. Seven more, in an even rhythm, start building an earthen ramp.

Someone lights a small torch—not only for light but to drive away moisture and check whether the ground is dry enough to lay the first layers of clay soil. Yet in this ordinary, everyday toil there is something extraordinary: even the smallest movements of the youths fall into a rhythm that transcends mere physical labor. Under the canopy of mist and the first light of day, one sees the essence of wakamono-gumi—a group not created by government order, not imposed from Edo, but grown out of the need for survival, community, and the unwritten rule that the life of the village depends on its inhabitants, not on distant samurai.

Kashira stands at the back, saying little. Sometimes he approaches to adjust someone’s grip on the mattock; sometimes he touches a boy’s shoulder, nodding in approval. And though everyone knows that in a few years one of them will take on the role of leader, today each of them is, above all, simply one of the wakamono—a part of the group carrying not only the weight of shovels but the entire burden of responsibility for ensuring that the village continues to live in its rhythm.

As the sun pierces the mist, the heavy earth begins to smell of warmth, and the birds in the thicket raise a louder song, it becomes clear that the road is taking shape once more. Wakamono-gumi will continue working here for a long time—until Kashira, after long and slow inspection, decides it is enough.

This is only one morning among many. But within it lies the whole logic of this group: responsibility, cooperation, hierarchy without coercion, the rhythm of nature, the protection of the community, and the unwritten yet iron rule: there is no village without its youth to care for it.

Were there wakamono-gumi groups?

Although the village of the Edo period did not leave behind literary diaries or chronicles as vivid as those written by the Heian aristocracy or the samurai in the han registers, it was by no means a “silent space” of history. The absence of writing did not mean the absence of rules, and the lack of monumental buildings did not mean the lack of memory. The lives of peasants, who constituted around eighty percent of the country’s population, pulsated with their own vitality and logic—rich relationships and customs that organized every morning, every season, every obligation to the village. It was precisely there, in the smallest communities, far from Edo and Kyoto, that what could be called the informal heart of Japan was beating: a network of dependencies, work rituals, unwritten laws, and communal structures that shaped the individual more deeply than any edicts of the shogunate.

Officially, the village was subordinated to the structure of goningumi—five-household groups of collective responsibility imposed from above by the bakufu (you can read more about goningumi here: Under the Watchful Eye of the Neighbor: Gonin gumi and Collective Responsibility in the Time of the Shogunate). They were supposed to maintain order, collect taxes, and serve as the basic “control unit.” Yet behind this formal layer existed a parallel world—far more lively and far more human—of rules that grew out of the community itself. Villages organized themselves in their own way, as required by the location, climate, soil, population size, and above all—everyday needs. Over the years, structures emerged that were incomparably more flexible than goningumi: groups that answered not to the authorities but to the neighbors, to the elders, to the village itself.

The most important of these were the wakamono-gumi (若者組)—literally “groups of the young.” The word 若者 wakamono consists of two characters: 若 “young, fresh” and 者 “person,” while 組 gumi means “team,” “set,” “unit.” In practice, it was not so much a “youth club” as an extensive, multi-generational organization of men in their “active years,” usually from around fifteen to forty. In a single village, a wakamono-gumi might consist of a dozen boys who had just reached maturity and a few older men who, although still strong, now primarily served advisory roles. It was a bottom-up structure, formed without the knowledge or permission of the authorities, born out of necessity: someone had to look after the roads, fields, fire, safety, communal storehouses, tools, boats, rituals, and also—and in the Japanese countryside this mattered far more than we are accustomed to—the relationships between young men and women.

Who belonged to the wakamono-gumi?

Wakamono-gumi were communities in which age was the most important attribute—it determined duties and relationships. One usually entered the group around the age of twelve to fifteen (depending on the prefecture)—the moment when a boy ceased to be a child and was recognized as someone who could now be responsible not only for himself but also for his village. In Japanese rural areas, that symbolic moment could be marked by local rites of adulthood: a simple version of eboshi-iwai, a first ceremonial sip of sake offered by the father, or the first night shift at the fire watch. Entering the wakamono-gumi was therefore not so much a choice as a natural stage of life—from this moment on, the young man was expected to participate fully in the life of the village, with full rights and full obligations. In other words—a boy was recognized as a man when he became fully responsible for the welfare of his village.

Although the lower age boundary was relatively fixed within given prefectures, the upper boundary varied considerably across regions. In the more densely populated areas of Japan, especially in central Honshū, one left the group around the age of thirty-four (by then a man would already have been married for many years, with several children, the eldest of whom was just reaching the age of joining the wakamono-gumi).

But in areas with lower populations—in the mountain villages of Shinano and Kai, in northern Tōhoku, on the Izu Islands—one could “serve” until forty, and sometimes even until forty-three. This was not a whim but strict demography: in a small village it was impossible to maintain a wakamono-gumi if members were released too early. The group needed a sufficient number of strong hands to rebuild embankments after floods, carry water buckets during fires, repair roads in everyday life, organize labor in the iriai—communal forests and meadows—and serve as the first line of social defense.

In practice, the internal organization of the wakamono-gumi resembled a two-tier mechanism. On the “lower level” were the younger members—those between fifteen and twenty-five. They performed the hardest labor, took night patrols, tended the fire, maintained communal tools, and spent regular time in the yado, the house of the young, where they learned village etiquette, skills, communication methods, and the principles of coexistence within the group. It was also there that their first relationships with girls from the musume-gumi began—initially shy, under the discreet eye of the elders, later more consciously, as they began to seek a future partner. On the “upper level” were men around thirty and older: experienced, composed, serving supervisory and mediating roles. They planned the work, led meetings, drafted or approved local jomoku—codes of rules—resolved minor disputes, mediated marriages, and ensured that the rhythms of the village did not fall apart because of quarrels, whims, or personal grievances.

Importantly, in their original form, wakamono-gumi were surprisingly egalitarian institutions. Hierarchy was based not on birth but on age. The younger was kohai, the older sempai; and although the difference between them was clear, both positions were natural, predictable, and free from stigma. The son of a wealthy takamochi (高持 – a peasant landowner) and the son of a poor mizunomi-byakushō (水呑百姓 – literally “water-drinking peasant”—one without fields who worked for others) began at the same point: at fifteen they stood barefoot at the threshold of the yado and were subject to the same duties, the same rules of labor, the same behavioral demands.

With time, each advanced in the most organic way possible—simply by growing older and gaining experience. This slow and natural hierarchy was one of the most effective mechanisms of binding the village together: it ensured that no one could leap ahead of another thanks to family status, but only through the passage of time and the quality of their work.

This model began to change in late Edo, as samurai norms increasingly penetrated the countryside. In places where the primogeniture model dominated, only the eldest sons were allowed into the wakamono-gumi, treating the group as early preparation for the future heir’s role as head of the household. Sometimes younger brothers lost the right to participate in the yado, and with it—the right to freely choose a partner from among the village’s girls. In some regions the most important roles in the wakamono-gumi began to be taken over by wealthier families, which marked a clear departure from earlier principles. But this did not happen everywhere—many villages, especially those distant from commercial centers and feudal offices, defended their old egalitarian model until the very end of the era.

Despite these changes, one thing remained unquestionable. The wakamono-gumi was an institution that could neither be erased nor replaced. Without it, the village lost its ability to respond to crises, lost its young guardians of order and its young mediators who absorbed the first conflicts before they grew into matters for the elders. It was precisely the structure of the group—its delicate balance between youth and experience, between strength and prudence—that allowed rural Japan to function as a whole, even when the central authorities cared about it only in the context of taxation. Wakamono-gumi was its hidden skeleton—unseen in official records, yet indispensable in daily life.

SCENE II

In the wakamono-yado

The night in Shinano was not completely silent. Somewhere beyond the rice fields an owl hooted, from the stable came the sound of a horse striking its manger, and from the covered veranda of the wakamono-yado seeped the monotonous, slightly nervous buzzing of a cicada that stubbornly refused to be discouraged by the chilly mountain wind. Inside, in a long, low room lit by two andon lamps, eight young men were sitting. The youngest of them, Shinzō, barely fifteen, had been a member of wakamono-gumi for only a few weeks and still did not know how straight to hold his back when an elder entered the room.

In the middle of the room, on woven tatami, lay a heap of raw, still rough rice straw. The three younger boys were tying waraji—straw sandals. The village needed them always, but in winter almost obsessively, because the snow on the roads could wear through a sole in a single journey. Shinzō tied the heel strap crookedly and received a light jab in the shoulder from Sasuke, two years his senior. That, too, was a kind of lesson—wordless, without explanation, without indulgence. In the yado, every mistake was to be corrected immediately, without humiliation but also without ceremony.

In the corner of the room, the fire beneath the irori crackled softly. A small kettle hung from the iron hook, the jizai-kagi. The older men—those around thirty—were not braiding sandals. They sat closer to the fire. Cushions beneath their knees were theirs by simple virtue of the fact that their faces were already etched with the exhaustion of several decades of life in the mountains. One of them, Tetsugorō, was just then reading aloud a fragment of the jomoku (no, this is not an anachronism—in the Edo period 40–50% of peasants could read at a practical level; Japan at that time was one of the most literate countries in the world). It was the kind of reading meant not to move anyone, but to enter the mind like a tool.

“At night,” he began, without lifting his eyes from the wooden tablet carved with text, “it is forbidden to sleep by the irori, even if fatigue drags at the eyelids. Whoever falls asleep brings misfortune upon the entire yado and may be punished with haboku, the loss of the right to work together with the group.”

Shinzō listened as he wove another set of straw straps. He was afraid, though he was only beginning to understand of what, exactly. Probably not the punishment itself—more the fact that if he were suspended, pushed out beyond the circle of the young, he would have nowhere left to return to. His father always said: “Your family feeds you, but wakamono-gumi makes you into a human being.”

By the door of the yado lay a thick bunch of keys to the village storehouse, the kura. Tonight it fell to Shinzō as an honor—or rather, a test—to take them back to the storehouse after the night’s repairs. The keys were heavy and smelled of metal; the boy had to guard them as if they were the most precious objects in the village. Before Tetsugorō handed them to him, he asked:

“How many times do you check the lock?”

“Seven, and then thirteen,” Shinzō answered without hesitation. He had already heard this rule several times. First the younger ones check the lock seven times, the seniors confirm it, and the younger ones check another thirteen times. So that no hand falters halfway through a movement. So that a mistake cannot hide. (That is exactly how it was—this detailed procedure is recorded by Segawa Kiyoko in “Wakamono to Musume o Meguru Minzoku”, Miraisha, Tōkyō 1972.)”

Tetsugorō nodded—sparingly, like everyone here.

After a moment, three girls from the musume-gumi entered the yado, carrying a basket of persimmons and two clay bowls of steaming miso soup. There was nothing romantic in the atmosphere—no giggling, no fluttering fans as in the ukiyo-e prints the merchants sometimes brought around. The girls entered as working women, silent, tired from the afternoon’s harvest, accustomed to the fact that “the young” could be insufferable. They set down the bowls, poured water into the kettle, and only then did the oldest of them, Oshizu, incline her head to the Kashira.

“Two more pairs of stronger waraji will be needed for tomorrow morning,” she said. “Yone and her mother want to set off to the neighboring village.”

This was not a request; it was an order delivered in the form of politeness. The community did not function like an army, but neither like a theater of courtesies. The village had its needs. Wakamono-gumi fulfilled them. Shinzō felt a small prick at the back of his head—that meant work after dark.

When the girls left, returning to their own musume-yado, the young men began preparing for patrol. Two were to go on nakaaruki, a short round of the nearest homesteads. Two others—on murafure, the night patrol of the fields and village boundaries. Shinzō was not assigned to any of the patrols, but he had to tidy up the work area, extinguish the fire under the irori, and then wait for the elders to return, as they planned to discuss matters related to the upcoming hatsu-uma festival later in the evening.

There was no privacy in the yado—only a space in which everyone observed everyone else. And a space in which each person learned self-discipline: posture, rhythm of work, the way of folding bedding, the way of addressing elders. Only here did boys become men in a sense accepted by the village.

Before he left, Shinzō looked at the yado as a place that frightened him and drew him in at the same time. Harsh, demanding, yet full of a certain quiet meaning. In this small, narrow building the power of the village was hidden—the kind invisible to the odd officials of the bakufu, the kind that did not appear in their tax registers. Here decisions were born, here loyalty was formed, here was their true home.

And perhaps that is why Shinzō—despite his fear, despite the shame of today’s mistake, despite his exhaustion—went out into this night with the feeling that he was taking part in something greater than work, duty, and village rituals. Wakamono-gumi was not about straw sandals, or keys, or night patrols.

It was about making sure that no one in the village lived or died alone.

Wakamono-gumi as the “internal administration” of the village

In the Edo period no village was a lonely island of people simply living next to one another. It was a complex structure, ordered not only by the decrees of the bakufu, but above all by its own, grassroots mechanisms. The most important of these was the wakamono-gumi—the group of young men who, in practice, served as the village’s internal “administration.” They were the ones who held daily life in their hands: work, safety, order, rituals, and even the harmony of human relationships. In a society in which 80% of the population were peasants, wakamono-gumi was the foundation upon which the stability of the entire system rested.

In a world without machines, without modern administration, without firefighters, police, or officials, it was the young and able-bodied residents who had to keep the village alive. Their work was quiet, but indispensable. They were the ones who, before dawn, repaired roads washed away by night rainstorms, reinforced the small bridges over irrigation channels, and cleared drainage ditches so that water would not flow into the fields and destroy the crops. At the entrances to the iriai forests—communal property shared by all families—they put up boards with rules for using the shared resources: how much brushwood could be gathered, where livestock could be grazed, where young bamboo could be cut so as not to disturb the balance of nature. The Edo-period village lived in the rhythm of nature, but also through agreements and unwritten contracts—and the wakamono-gumi were their guardians.

Their responsibilities connected with the kura storehouses were the most impressive. These storehouses held grain, seeds, tools, and documents—the true heart of the village. Access to this place was surrounded by rituals that might sound almost excessive to a modern reader, but at the time were an expression of care for the common good. When the young men returned with the keys to the kura, they had to perform the same actions with almost religious precision: first seven examinations of the lock, then inspection by the seniors, and finally thirteen more repetitions.

It was not about the magic of numbers, but about training responsibility. In a culture where grain equaled life—and its loss meant the worst kind of disaster—this detailed ritual was a form of discipline and a method of upbringing. In many villages these processes were written down in jomoku, sets of articles and regulations kept precisely in these storehouses.

The most important function of wakamono-gumi, often more crucial than repairing roads or building embankments, was fire protection. Edo villages were built of tightly packed wooden houses with thatched or flaking shingle roofs, and in winter and during dry seasons a single stray spark could reduce the entire community to ashes. For this reason, every night the nakaaruki and murafure patrols set out. They walked through the dark streets, listening for cracks, smelling for smoke, listening for the footsteps of strangers. Sometimes the patrol had a hint of youthful romanticism—because when the light of the musume-yado, the girls’ house, glowed in the distance, some boys stopped for a moment, as if their duties and their hearts did not always follow the same rhythm set by the elders. But if in that moment a thatched roof caught fire somewhere, all sentiment vanished instantly; it was the wakamono-gumi who ran first, waking the village with drums and shouts.

Their role also encompassed more ritual spheres. The village had its old beliefs, its fears, and its hopes, and the young men were guardians of the traditions of ke—everyday duties—and hare—festive exceptional days. On summer evenings they led mushi-okuri, torch-lit marches through the fields accompanied by songs meant to drive away insects that damaged the crops. During droughts they took part in amagoi, supplicatory rituals for rain. Sometimes this meant processions around the fields with drums, at other times offerings at the local shrine. The wakamono-gumi also oversaw the annual festivals—jizō-bon, tokanya, hatsu-uma—preparing altars, bamboo gates, rice cooking, and above all maintaining order when people from other settlements came to visit.

The grassroots nature of this structure was key. Goningumi—the five-household system imposed by the bakufu—did exist, but it concerned primarily taxes and legal responsibility. The true life of the village flowed through the wakamono-gumi. It was the young men, not the officials, who spread news, resolved disputes, maintained harmony, defended the village boundaries, responded to threats, and in extreme cases could even oppose unjust decisions of the elders.

Internal discipline and the system of punishments (ginmi, haboku, muragae)

Although the wakamono-gumi was a community of young men, it had nothing to do with a loose, carefree group of comrades. It was a surprisingly strict organization, with its own code, procedures, and sanctions. In a world where there was no village police or administration capable of responding quickly, groups of young men had to maintain order and cohesion themselves. Hence the idea of ginmi (吟味)—an internal court in which the entire group deliberated over the offense of one of its members. The process did not resemble a formal interrogation, but rather an extended yoriai: the men sat in a circle, listened to the case, established the facts, and then reached a unanimous decision. The voice of a single person had no weight; what mattered was the will of the group and its unquestionable unity.

The punishments used by the wakamono-gumi were extremely varied—from harmless yet symbolically painful to sanctions with the weight of social exclusion. Mischievous pranks at the wrong moment, neglect of duties, lack of respect toward elders, or uncontrolled behavior during festivals could end in so-called shame punishments. These included the obligation to wear two differently colored tabi (sock-like foot coverings)—most often one white and one purple—which immediately marked the offender on the street. Another form of stigma was shaving half of one’s head or wearing a thick straw belt, waraobi, visible from afar. These gestures were more psychological than physical: a person marked in such a way became the target of jokes, comments, and stares. In rural Japan, where privacy scarcely existed, this was a far more painful punishment than it might seem to us Europeans.

Economic sanctions were also common. The most well-known and frequently applied was the obligatory production of waraji sandals—sometimes five, sometimes twenty pairs, and in extreme cases even a hundred. Waraji were needed every day and wore out quickly, so their production made for a very practical form of penance. Others were punished by being required to gather and chop firewood for the houses of the elders, or by receiving extra tasks related to roads and drainage ditches. The purpose was not only to make amends, but to reintegrate the offender into the rhythm of the community—through physical effort that restored them in the eyes of the group.

Alongside material sanctions there were also ritual punishments, very typical of Japanese culture. The most common was public apology in the form of sake no owabi—an apology with sake. The offender had to prepare an appropriate amount of alcohol and personally present it to all members of the group, usually in the yado or before the village shrine. Each man accepted the sake, which symbolized the acceptance of remorse and the renewal of bonds. This custom, though simple, had deep significance: sake worked as a ritual “binding agent,” restoring the harmony disrupted by the offense.

The strongest sanction—the one everyone feared most—was mura-hachibu, local ostracism. The word literally means “eight parts of the village” and refers to the eight forms of help that were denied to the offender: no assistance in house building, no participation in family ceremonies, no help in case of illness. Only two forms of cooperation were never to be refused: help during a funeral and help in extinguishing a fire, because these concerned the good of the entire community. Mura-hachibu was not formal banishment, but social death. A person subject to such a sanction saw people avert their gaze, heard no reply to their greeting, felt conversations fall silent as they walked by. Sometimes this punishment led to actual departure from the village—muragae, literally “moving beyond the village boundary,” often with no return.

Discipline in the wakamono-gumi was strict, but not cruel. Its aim was not to break the individual, but to protect the delicate balance of the community, in which every person depended on others. In a world where trust, solidarity, and cooperation determined survival, even small offenses could disturb harmony. This is why the system of punishments was closely tied to care for the whole. The wakamono-gumi acted as an invisible mechanism: punishing, but also restoring; disciplining, but also protecting. Thanks to this, the Edo village could endure for centuries despite the absence of external institutions—because it possessed its own organic, deeply rooted ways of dealing with human weaknesses and conflicts.

The key to Japanese communality

Wakamono-gumi did not disappear because they were no longer needed, but because the world that had created them fell apart within just a few decades. The modernization of the Meiji era cut the roots of the old village structures faster than anyone could have foreseen. The emergence of centralized police, professional fire brigades, new administrative divisions, and universal compulsory schooling deprived wakamono-gumi of many of their former functions: guarding, firefighting, educating the younger members, and managing shared resources. The village no longer needed grassroots guardians of order once the state—strong and rebuilt—entered every corner of everyday life. What had previously been an instinctive organization of people dependent on one another was replaced by institutions created from above, often entirely foreign to the local sense of rhythm and memory.

The twentieth century dealt another blow. After World War II young people began leaving the countryside en masse, seeking work in cities and in the factories of the rapidly expanding industrial sector. In many regions of Japan more than half of the young male population disappeared within a few years, and villages that for centuries had depended on communal labor suddenly found themselves without hands to work, without successors to their traditions, and without internal leaders. Wakamono-gumi could not exist where there were no young men; their structure—based on the slow maturation of a person within the group—collapsed when generational continuity vanished. A few fishing communities on the coasts of western Japan tried to maintain their yado until the 1960s, but with the mechanization of fishing and the ongoing migration to the cities, even these places lost the foundations on which their youth communities had been built.

Despite this decline, traces of the old structures did not disappear entirely. In the interwar period and just after the war there were attempts to recreate them in the form of several-year youth associations, seinen-dan. These no longer had an initiatory or autonomous character, but they partially fulfilled educational functions, organized festivals, and even conducted communal cleaning work. In some villages, even in the 1970s, one could still find the last yado serving the community—usually abandoned but still recognizable as former centers of youth life. To this day many contemporary neighborhood councils (jichikai), local fire brigades, and festival committees are based on a model of teamwork inherited from the old wakamono-gumi, even though no one uses that term anymore.

The legacy of this institution is subtle, but deeply embedded in the Japanese mentality. Contemporary shudan ishiki—group consciousness (more about it here: “The ‘I’ is wide and can hold much – shūdan ishiki and the Japanese way of being together)—still carries within it the echo of that logic, built on mutual trust, supervision, and unwritten rules. The uchi–soto distinctions, tatemae and honne, the concern for harmony and for not disrupting the rhythm of the community—all of this has its roots not only in the courtly culture of Heian or samurai etiquette, but in the practical experiences of the Edo village, where daily life was a school of cooperation. Today, when young men crowd on temple steps carrying heavy mikoshi during summer matsuri, one can clearly see that the heartfelt sense of shared work and shared effort is still alive. The organized group of young men responsible for the portable shrine, its route, and the safety of the spectators is nothing other than a modern shadow of wakamono-gumi.

The same can be said of the small fire stations scattered across Japan—shōbō-dan, volunteer fire brigades. They are still made up primarily of young men from the local area, ready to gather at the sound of a siren, just as their ancestors once ran at the sight of a red tongue of fire above a neighbor’s thatched roof. In such a structure it is not titles or formal ranks that matter, but practical knowledge, local bonds, and immediate response—exactly as in the Japan of the Tokugawa era.

Wakamono-gumi was not just an organization from centuries past. It is a sociological key to understanding Japanese communality and what still pulses beneath the surface of contemporary life. Wakamono-gumi gives us access to a world in which solidarity was so obvious that no one needed to speak of it.

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The Wandering Monks of Japan’s Mount Kōya — Saint, Madman, Trickster, or Yōkai?