大弐は死罪に、竹内式部の門人として式部と大弐をつないだとされる藤井右門直明は梟首(獄門)に、すでに宝暦事件で伊勢に閉居中の式部は改めて流罪とされた。右門は、赤穂浪士の義挙に参加しなかった江戸家老・藤井又左衛門の実子であり、京都の地下の諸大夫・藤井家の養子になったという説明が『国史大事典』『日本近世人名辞典』にある。詳しい素性はどうも謎のヴェールに包まれている。青年公家への孫子・呉子の兵書雑談に不敬ありとされ、宝暦事件が起こると京都を出奔したようだ。上杉鷹山の侍医・藁科貞祐が事件の一年後に或る書簡で述べたように、「これはまことに幕府の指導者が神経を張り詰めねばならぬ時だった」のである(Peter Nosco. Individuality in Early Modern Japan: Thinking for Oneself. NY/London: Routledge, 2018. chp.3)。
I was sixteen. My infection had cleared up. It was decided that I should apply for official service. I went to Ishikawa’s residence to pay my respects. In the front hall there was a register for those seeking jobs to enter their names. I couldn’t even write my own name and to my great embarrassment, had to ask someone else. After I had presented myself, Ishikawa said, “Tell me about your experience as a beggar. Keep back nothing.” I told him everything from the very beginning. “Well,” he said, “you might say it was a kind of toughening-up experience, and you came through all right. I’ll see you to it that you get an appointment soon. Be patient.” (Katsu Kokichi. Musui’s Story: The Autobiograpy of a Tokugawa Samurai. Tucson: The University of Arizona Press, 1988)
Every morning I put on my kataginu and hakama and made the rounds of the powers that be. I went to Commissioner Ôkubo Kôzukenosuke’s home in Akasaka Kuichigaisoto and begged him to recommend me for a post. I even submitted a list of the misdeeds I had committed, adding a request that I be considered, now that I had repented. An agent came from his office one day. He said, “ Be forewarned that Ôkubo-sama will be sending out investigators to gather information on you.” I wait expectantly. Ôkubo spoke to me one morning. “Your followers simply refuse to tell on you, and though you’ve confessed everything, we find upon investigating that the mischief you’ve done is far more serious than you say. Be that as it may, you’ve repented, and that’s good enough for me. I will do my best to get you an appointment. Continue to report diligently.” I showed up at his residence with renewed fervor and practiced fencing in my spare time. Often enough my name was entered on the rolls of candidates, but bot once was I given a post. And that I found very galling.