The Tale of Young Takao from Yoshiwara – A Heartless Story Beneath the Surface of a Beautiful Legend

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

Legend and History

On the map of Edo there was a place some called a paradise of fulfillment, and others a hell of imprisonment. Yoshiwara — a district where a woman’s smile was currency, the body a commodity, and dreams carried a price that was always paid with interest. A world full of light — and of a darkness that was never written about in the beautiful guides for visitors from the provinces. It was there that Takao II lived, a girl whom legend would later turn into a symbol of tragic love. But before she became a legend, she was a human being. And a human being in Yoshiwara had, above all, material value — not a soul.

For centuries, we have loved simple stories. We like to say: “the beautiful courtesan fell in love with a young samurai; fate tore them apart; hearts broke; the river became a witness to the tragedy.” We also like simple villains. He — cruel. She — innocent. And then kabuki adds gold equal in weight to her body for the buyout, heavy iron sewn into the sleeves, the scream on the Mitsumata River, and a blade flashing in the cold air. This story circulated for centuries, feeding on the tears of audiences and the whispers of spectators, until it became so loud that the truth could barely breathe inside it anymore.

And yet, if we truly want to understand Takao, we must do something difficult. We must remove this story from its pedestal. Cut away the decorative silks, push aside the incense and dramatic gestures, extinguish the kabuki lights, and forget the romantic imaginings. We must look not at the legend, but at the system in which girls were sold as investments, love was a movement of capital, enslaved labor only increased a woman’s already unpayable debt, and death — like a person — held no value at all.

Today we will tell once more the story of the stubborn Takao II, who, in Japan under the Tokugawa shogunate in the seventeenth century, refused the advances of the young daimyō Date Tsunamune. Yet in telling it, we will strip away the beautiful, tear-stirring layers of legend and look beneath them — straight into the steel-cold eyes of a merciless history.

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

SCENE I

The Meeting in Miura-ya

Early summer in Edo could be stifling, heavy with humidity that settled on everything like a thin film. In Yoshiwara, the dampness mixed with the scent of incense, rice powder, and perfumed hair carefully arranged around the temples of women who never truly slept. Lanterns swayed gently along the narrow streets, their amber light reflected in puddles and on the lacquered gates of teahouses. It was already late; the bustle had passed, the laughter fallen silent. The hours after the guests departed belonged only to those who had the least freedom in Yoshiwara — to the women.

Takao sat in her room on the upper floor of Miura-ya, leaning her elbow on the windowsill and looking down at the street. Someone from outside might have thought the view beautiful: lanterns, silk curtains, elegantly dressed girls walking on their way to night service. But to her it was always the same — unchanging, as though repeating itself in an endless loop. Motion that led nowhere. People who came and went, changing nothing. A world like a theater, only the backstage was far too visible.

She was not playing the shamisen now, though it rested against the wall beside her, within reach. She knew the smoothness of its wood, memorized by her hands just like the steps of ceremony, bows, and gestures she performed automatically. She had learned them as a child, when she still wore short kimono and did not understand that these were the movements of a woman who would belong to someone. Then, she thought it was art. Now, she saw a mechanism.

She had grown used to being watched, judged, desired. To conversations about poetry where every word was meant to feel effortless, and about music where every note had to sound natural, though it required hours of practice. To men desiring her — while no one asked what she desired. She was a tayū, the highest rank. That sounded like honor, great prestige, happiness even — but it was simply another word for debt — a very expensive debt.

The stairs creaked. She did not move. She knew who would enter.

Date Tsunamune always entered like someone unaccustomed to being refused anything. He sat beside her, not looking at the view outside, but at her, as if searching in her face for the reflection of his own desire. She remained silent for a moment longer, allowing the silence to resonate.

“Your answer is still the same?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied calmly. “I will not go with you to Sendai.”

There was no drama in her voice. She spoke hollowly, mechanically. He clenched his hands, yet held back his words. Sometimes he thought it must be caprice. Sometimes — a test. Sometimes — a pride to be broken. He did not understand that it was simply the awareness of where freedom leads when it is purchased by someone else.

“I will pay,” he said. “For your contract, for everything. I have the means. I have—”

“I know,” she interrupted softly. “But my contract is not only money. It is a name. It is the history of the house that presented me. It is the kamuro who look at me and believe it is worth growing in my image. These are matters in which we, the women in these walls, have no voice.”

She did not look at him. She looked down at the street, where young girls were sweeping away the tiny flecks of golden paper from the day’s parade. In their movements was something urgent, as though they wished to gather them before anyone noticed they were only paper, not real gold.

“If I leave, I will belong only to you,” she added. “And that would not be freedom. It would be the exchange of one cage for another.”

Tsunamune looked at her like a man who does not understand why something he considers a gift could be a burden to someone else. In his world, things had owners. People had masters. Even emotions had their prices.

Takao, however, knew something he did not: captivity does not always take the form of chains. Sometimes it smells of agarwood smoke and wears the face of someone who says he loves you.

Outside, someone sang a long, drawn-out note — the kind sung only at dawn or just before it. The air was heavy, as though the first drops of rain were about to fall.

“In Yoshiwara,” she added, “even the dew is imprisoned. It settles on rooftops, on hair, on skin… but it never reaches the ground. It disappears before it has the chance to fall.”

That was the truth about the dew, about Takao, about everything here. And he could not understand her.

(If you would first like to understand more about the general fate of women in Yoshiwara, I recommend our article below — it will set the tone and allow you to better understand the story of Takao II itself:
Born in hell, buried in Jōkanji – what have we done to the thousands of Yoshiwara women?).

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

Who Takao II Was

Takao II was born into a world in which beauty could become currency, but never guaranteed freedom (by the Western calendar she was born in 1640 and died on December 5, 1659). She was a tayū (太夫) — the highest rank among the courtesans of Yoshiwara (see more here: Oiran - The Highest Courtesan and Master of Art with the Entertaining Escort of Geisha: A Story Misunderstood in the West). That title, often romanticized in art, in reality required an almost inhuman degree of perfection. A tayū had to be educated like an aristocrat: know classical poetry, converse on literary and historical subjects, play the shamisen, dance, practice calligraphy, understand ceremonial etiquette, and be able to observe and guide the mood of any conversation. Her gestures were studied, her appearance refined down to the smallest detail — but all of this had its price. In Yoshiwara, the more a woman knew, the higher she was valued. This was not honor. It was debt.

Girls usually entered Yoshiwara very young, often as children brought by families in poverty or through intermediaries known as zegen (女衒) — traffickers of women. The contract signed was, in theory, for a fixed term, but in practice there was rarely any real possibility of ending it. The costs of education, clothing, cosmetics, music lessons, teachers, and daily maintenance were recorded meticulously in ledgers. Every kimono, every hairpin, every portion of incense — all was written down as debt owed to the house, such as Miura-ya (三浦屋), the “House of Miura,” where Takao worked.

In the hierarchy of Yoshiwara, high status did not mean power, but rather a higher level of obligations. A tayū did not walk the streets without an entire procession: young kamuro (girls aged 7–13) carrying fans, shinzō apprentices (girls aged 13–17) learning the craft, attendants, and assistants. Her presence was meant to be a spectacle — a display of elegance, unattainability, and value. A guest had to spend time in teahouses, pay numerous intermediary fees and recommendations before he could even approach a tayū. The paradox was that what appeared as luxury and freedom of choice was, in reality, a precisely calculated mechanism of control. The greater the fame of the courtesan, the higher the cost of her upkeep — and thus the higher her debt, a debt that often could not be repaid even over an entire lifetime.

Takao II became one of the most renowned women of Yoshiwara, but in the sources her own voice is almost entirely absent. Instead, we find what men said about her, imagined about her, attributed to her. Over time, her image was surrounded by legends — of great love, of rebellion, of tragedy. In kabuki, in ukiyo-e prints, in the literature of the era, she was depicted not as a person, but as a symbol: an object of desire, an ideal of beauty, a heroine of a moral tale. The fact that her real life is almost completely lost beneath these layers is itself evidence of the system in which she existed.

Her name survived, but her humanity was replaced by a role. A modern reader may know her tragic story, her connection to Date Tsunamune, her death — but almost nothing of her laughter, her voice, her exhaustion, what her mornings looked like, her favorite melodies, her small fears or wishes.

And that, perhaps, is the most haunting part: the system did not only control her body and her life — it controlled her memory. That we see her today through the veil of legend is no accident. This is how a world functions that can turn a living person into an image — and an image into merchandise.

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

Date Tsunamune — The Mechanism of Power

In stories and kabuki plays, Date Tsunamune often appears as a young lord lost in his passion for a famous courtesan. Yet in documents and memoirs of the era, a less dramatic and more politically typical picture emerges. Tsunamune became the daimyō of the Sendai domain at a very young age, at a time when the balance of power between clans was fragile, and any careless misstep could be used as justification for his removal from authority. His relatives and court officials watched him cautiously, and some actively waited for a chance to demonstrate his incompetence. In this world, at least among samurai, the concept of “private feelings” independent of politics did not exist; every gesture carried public meaning.

When, under such circumstances, a young daimyō appeared in Yoshiwara, it was not a romantic impulse. Yoshiwara was a regulated, supervised space. It was also a stage where elites could be seen, form informal alliances, and display wealth and status. A courtesan of the highest rank — like Takao II — was not a “woman to be won” through courtship, but a luxury commodity whose value could be measured in rice, silver, or gold. In this sense, when Tsunamune tried to buy out Takao’s contract, he was not acting differently than if he were acquiring a rare suit of armor, a collection of paintings, or land. In the world of his class, the ability to pay a sufficiently large sum meant the right to possess.

The legend of “love” appeared only later, in kabuki and popular literature, where audiences expected stories of fierce passions and moral lessons. In reality, what oral tradition described as emotion is better understood as a dispute over ownership and prestige. Tsunamune was not without feelings, but he was raised in a system that taught from the earliest age that social position is the foundation of the world's order. Takao, as a tayū, embodied the cultural perfection of Yoshiwara — but also its economy. Her refusal violated not so much his emotions as his status.

What matters most in this story is that she truly said “no.”

Not in the sense of theatrical rebellion, but as a real collision of two logics: the logic of a person who desired, above all, a small space in which to preserve herself — and the logic of a person taught that the world does not deny anything to people of his rank.

In that single moment, legend and historical record converge — not because the scene was dramatic, but because it was extraordinary. A refusal in hierarchical seventeenth-century Japan carried political weight, not romantic meaning. It was a public act that struck at social order itself.

That is why the story survived. Not because of love — but because of the crack in the system that later culture had to either transform or soften, so as not to disrupt the narrative of social harmony.

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

The Story of Takao II

Takao came into the world around the year 1640, most likely in a poor rural or suburban family. The sources did not record her parents’ names, but this is not surprising: in Japan of the mid-17th century, the birth of a daughter rarely found its way into official registers even among samurai families, and all the more so if the family was poor, indebted, or dependent on local intermediaries in the trade of human lives.

When a family was in debt and a girl was born, a zegen (女衒) would often appear — someone between a merchant, a broker, and a trafficker of living bodies. He promised the parents that the girl would go to the city, that she would have food, a roof over her head, an education. And indeed — she was taken to a place where all of this existed: to Yoshiwara, the enclosed pleasure district of Edo, where the body was a commodity and refinement and elegance were part of the price.

Takao arrived at Miura-ya (三浦屋), one of the most famous and wealthy houses of Yoshiwara, as a child. She began as a kamuro (禿) — a small, adorned girl accompanying the highest-ranking courtesan. The kamuro were not taught seduction; they were taught watching and obedience. They observed gestures, tone of voice, the order in which sake was poured, and the manner in which one dismissed unwanted attention without causing offense. Edo at that time was a city of ceremonies — even desire had to be stylized.

When the child began to mature, she became a shinzō (新造), a young attendant to courtesans, trained for the profession. She learned music, dance, calligraphy, and the composition of poetry based on the Heian classics. She was taught how to converse with a samurai, a merchant, or a poet so that each would feel important. In Yoshiwara, the ability to converse was a weapon more valuable than beauty — beauty could only attract attention, but conversation could hold it. Yet we should not assume that the training of future courtesans was only about conversational technique.

In time, after years of this particular education, the young girl could achieve the rank of tayū (太夫) — the highest rank, granted only to a few. Tayū were not “prostitutes” in the Western sense of the word. They were masters of etiquette, art, song, and poetry — semi-mythic figures (in the eyes of the townspeople), celebrities whose procession through the streets was watched like a spectacle. Yet this honor had a price. The higher the rank, the greater the debt, recorded in the ledgers of Miura-ya: the cost of kimono, music lessons, the cost of dinner with an important client, the cost of perfumes, the cost of lanterns. A woman’s value rose with every visit from a wealthy man — but it was not she who owned that value. Her wealth existed only in accounting, not in her hands.

At that time, Date Tsunamune, the young daimyō of Sendai, arrived in Edo. He was only twenty years old, and from the beginning his rule met resistance from certain members of the Date family. His relatives sought to remove him from power — not because he had committed scandals, but because every shift at the top offered an opportunity to rearrange influence. Yoshiwara was an ideal place to make the young lord vulnerable to manipulation. One only needed to whisper, encourage, introduce him to a world that distracted vigilance.

When Tsunamune saw Takao, he did not see a “beautiful woman,” but a symbol of prestige. To obtain the most expensive tayū signified that one was someone who could afford such a thing. A man of his world was raised to believe that everything had a price. Land had a price, rice had a price, emotion had a price. Therefore it was natural for him to assume that a woman also had a price — and that if he paid it, he would fully possess her.

Legend says that Takao refused him because she loved another. It is a beautiful story — but most likely untrue. In Yoshiwara, saying “no” was rare, but not impossible. Sometimes it was an act of caution. Sometimes — a way of avoiding being used in someone else’s political game (especially if that game did not benefit the house that owned her). Sometimes — it was an attempt to preserve just a single scrap of control over one’s own life.

Takao likely understood that accepting the young lord’s offer would draw her into a family conflict that had nothing to do with her — but which could completely destroy her. Tsunamune’s opponents would use the scandal to overthrow his rule, and in the process, Takao would be destroyed, her life holding absolutely no value in the eyes of the Date clan. Nor in the eyes of any other clan, or any other person.

Tsunamune was not a monster. He was a product of his class.

He could not understand that someone might refuse him not out of hatred, but simply because she wanted — in the simplest, most human sense — to survive.

Later theatrical plays speak of gold for her buyout weighing as much as her body, of a desperate escape, and of a violent death in a boat on the Sumida River. The legend says that on Tsunamune’s order, the 19-year-old Takao was stabbed on a boat and her body thrown into the dark waters of the Sumida.

That is the legend. Tragic, romantic, bloody. Exactly the kind of story people like. And what about historical truth? Well, as is so often the case — the truth is colder, harsher, more merciless than even the most tragic fiction.

Takao was, above all, a financial investment. In Yoshiwara, the tayū were not free, but gradually “refined” and priced like exquisite crafts. Girls were purchased in early childhood. From that moment, the brothel financed their education: music, dance, calligraphy, conversation, etiquette, the ability to read the mood of a guest. These were costs incurred with the expectation of future profit. If a girl reached the level of tayū, she brought her house prestige, and prestige in Yoshiwara had tangible monetary value.

Therefore what survives of Takao’s life are merely fragments: descriptions of her beauty, her presence during oiran dōchū processions, her correspondence, anecdotes about her unattainability. This was all that was considered “important,” because only this translated into money. What was private, intimate, human — was erased, like gold leaf rubbed away from an old palace door. The documents preserve no emotions — only accounting records.

Likewise, Date Tsunamune, the young daimyō who appears in her story, was not the tragic lover of kabuki, but a political figure in a dangerous game played by people older, more experienced, and far more cunning than he. The Date clan had been divided into internal factions for generations; the question of succession was burdened with suspicion, intrigue, and public surveillance. It was watched closely by the shogunate’s apparatus of power.

The young lord of Sendai, suspected by his own relatives of lacking discipline and political gravity, became a convenient target. His visits to Yoshiwara could be both real and exaggerated — and exploited for propaganda — but the most important point is that he could not afford a scandal. Killing a tayū, contrary to what the legend tells, would have meant political catastrophe, and his opponents would certainly have seized upon it at once. Of course — this must be clearly understood — the scandal would not have been that he killed a woman out of his own lust. No one cared about that woman; surely no one at the time ever asked what Takao’s name was. No — this was about something else.

A samurai, as I have noted many times in numerous articles on the site, had to live up to a certain ideal. And that ideal included, among other things, complete control over one’s emotions. He was not to feel. To be overwhelmed. Neither to rage nor rejoice, neither to love nor to mourn. That was the domain of common folk, while a samurai was to be a cold instrument. Indifferent to feelings, to the tragedies and joys of others, to others’ and his own death (above all!). As you can see, despair over love culminating in some sort of outburst (a daimyō killing someone of non-samurai class could be deemed an “outburst”) does not fit at all with the vision of the indifferent samurai — an instrument of his clan and the shōgun.

Besides, even though a scandal was averted — he was removed from power anyway, not because of love or jealousy, but because his clan needed it. And if the clan needed it — they surely found some “hook.” If not Takao, then something else.

Takao, meanwhile, remained in Miura-ya, and when her health began to fail, her value began to vanish as well. Tuberculosis in Edo was not the bloody, romantic finale we might wish for in a tragic, moving tale. It was a heavy, gradual fading. Tayū who could no longer perform became a burden. As the illness progressed, their presence was hidden so as not to mar the house’s image. For the women of Yoshiwara, illness was synonymous with invisibility. Brief invisibility — because death usually came quickly.

When it became clear she would not return “to the salons,” to the slightly parted folding screens, to the oiran dōchū processions, she was no longer needed. In this world, there was no notion of the “autumn of life.” A woman was either a commodity that brought profit, or a body to be disposed of. When she died, the house did not order grand ceremonies. The body was carried out at night, wrapped in a straw mat, along a side path known only to guards and porters. It ran through the rice fields at the edge of the district to Jōkanji — the temple where the bodies of women from Yoshiwara were laid, without a name, without prayer, without witnesses.

Thus ended the story of the girl whom Edo called “the most splendid.” Not in the glow of torches, but in darkness. Not in a dramatic gesture, but in slow disappearance. True death was too quiet, too ordinary, too systemic to be told. This sad story, lacking a colorful finale, had to be retold — and so the legend of Takao II and the unfulfilled love of Date Tsunamune was born.

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

The Myth That Veiled Reality

What we today call “the story of Takao II” comes, to a great extent, not from her life but from kabuki theater, jōruri (sung narration), and later ukiyo-zōshi prints (more on what these were here: Ukiyo-zōshi – Booklets of the “Floating World.” Closest to the true life of ordinary people in Edo Japan). The most influential source proved to be the play “Meiboku Sendai Hagi” (“The Splendid Wandering Tree of Sendai”), staged since the late 17th century, which wove into the tale the drama of court intrigues, a conspiracy for the Sendai throne, and the thread of a forbidden, passionate love so strong it becomes destructive. The characters were given masks of emotion that looked good from the stage, but had little to do with the real relationships between a Tayū and a daimyō.

In this theatrical version, the motif of buying her “by her weight in gold” appears for the first time. It is a scene made for kabuki: exaggerated, symbolic, dramatic. Those who watched the performance did not even need to know what contract-debt meant in Yoshiwara. The gesture sufficed: a wealthy lord brings chests of gold onstage, and the courtesan lifts sleeves heavy as fate. Spectacle.

In variants preserved in later bunraku “librettos,” a detail was added — iron weights sewn into the sleeves of the kimono to increase her “value.” This motif is particularly interesting because it reverses Yoshiwara’s structure: in reality, the brothel ensured the investment was as profitable as possible, while in the mythology of the tale the courtesan herself becomes an instrument of resistance — her body is transformed into something that cannot be sold.

Another version, popularized in popular tales printed as cheap kusazōshi pamphlets, presents the scene on a boat at Mitsumata, where the Sumida River forks. Takao tries to throw herself into the water, using the weight of her own silk. Date Tsunamune catches her by the sleeve, but in a surge of anger draws his sword and kills her. Here we have drama, decision, a climactic moment that can be depicted in an ukiyo-e woodblock — and indeed, it was painted many times, including by Utagawa Toyokuni and Kunisada.

In the most brutal variant, rooted in later Edo-period tales, appears the motif of breaking fingers — one each day, for ten days, until her will is broken. Such an image functioned as a parable about punishment for a woman’s pride and insubordination toward a man of power. This message pleased moralists — it affirmed the “natural order.” No wonder this version appears in inferior codes of conduct and preachers’ tales about “disobedient women.”

In each of these versions, three constants appear: drama, violence, and theatricality. That is — effect. And an effect that could not have taken place in the real Yoshiwara without the immediate reaction of shogunal authorities and financial catastrophe for Miura-ya. But the stage knows no compromises: it demands blood or tears.

Meanwhile, in the historical sources — in the records of Miura-ya, in the notes of Santō Kyōzan, and in “Takabyōbu kuda monogatari” — her story ends in a completely different way. There is no boat. No blade. No dramatic dialogue over the dark waters of the Sumida. There is a bed, long weeks of coughing, and the growing awareness that the body is beginning to fail. Tuberculosis in Yoshiwara was an occupational (and of course lethal) disease — dampness, crowding, lack of rest, physical and mental exhaustion led to the slow wasting of the body. A tayū could learn singing, calligraphy, the shamisen — but she could not learn immunity.

This collision of two images — spectacular tragedy and banal death — is the essence of the entire tale of Takao. The theater needed a love greater than life. History left a nineteen-year-old girl who simply stopped breathing.

In a world that sold women, the memory of them was sold as well.

Takao II, the famous tayū of Yoshiwara. A demystification of the legend of love and tragedy. The reality of unfree labor, debt, and violence in Edo.

Ending

Today there will be no ending. Or rather — there will be, but I would like to ask the Reader to write it. Please recall one or two well-known Polish legends behind which lies someone’s real life. What remains when we strip away the glow of a legend embellished over the years? What was the true story? The true person?

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