by Ryan Kirk
Orochi saw the shift, and the soldier saw that Orochi had seen it. They both broke out in a small smile and Orochi bowed his head slightly, a token of respect to the other man.
The soldier was eager for company. "So you're the assassin?"
Orochi grinned. Such forthrightness was rare but appreciated. "Yes."
The soldier’s eyes took in Orochi. "Good?"
"Yes."
The soldier nodded. "I thought as much. You're certainly intimidating, even from a distance. Would you care to spar sometime when I'm not on duty?"
Orochi liked this man. "As time permits, yes."
The man lived and breathed swordsmanship, and from the man's glances Orochi could tell he was about to ask about Orochi's blade. He spoke quickly to interrupt the process before it started. He jerked his head at Nori's tent. "How long as he been like that?"
The man glanced around, although no one was anywhere near earshot with the blizzard howling around them. "I'd rather not say, sir."
"I need to know if I can depend on him when the moment comes. I'm not out to ruin his reputation.”
The guard thought for a moment. "You can always depend on him. He just needs a little action to remind him why he's alive. Moping around like he is now, he can only think of his boy and that causes him to drink. All this traveling, with nothing to do, he's only gotten worse. But get him out hunting and he'll be back sure as the sun will rise."
Orochi digested the advice, trying to determine if he trusted this opinion. To be a member of an honor guard meant loyalty, an unwavering devotion to a lord. But most men were not fools, biased they may be. Nori had been formidable before. Perhaps if the alcohol were to leave his system he may be again.
He was surprised to find he wanted to believe it. The man had lost a son and that would impact any man's soul. For the son to be so near when it happened, to be protected by the very army that defined the man, had to bring a unique pain. There was no honor to be found in the bottom of a wine cup, but it was a cold man who wouldn't mourn the loss of a son.
Orochi shivered. Such dark thoughts depressed him and they came more often since his fight with Shigeru. It was as if Shigeru's blade had struck him not to kill, but instead to fester, thoughts of remorse and loss crawling their way to his heart.
He shook his head. Thinking such thoughts would get him nowhere. Better to act than to reflect. He strode to his tent, already looking forward to his routines. One could never practice forms too much, and the purity of movement often burned away the thoughts of his own past.
When the sun rose the next morning Orochi was prepared. He woke light and refreshed. His kata the night before had stripped him of his fear and concern.
Orochi stepped out of his tent to greet the new day. The blizzard had passed through in the night and a virgin snow lay all around him, undisturbed except for the path of footsteps left by the few sentries overnight. The air was crisp and chilled his throat, but there was no wind, and his robes kept him warm enough.
He walked to Nori's tent to let the guards know he would request another audience as soon as the General was prepared. They let him know they would pass along his message, but in a confidential tone, one whispered to Orochi it may be some time before Nori was prepared to entertain visitors. Orochi nodded his understanding and looked around for something to do.
In the center of the camp, a group of soldiers was beginning to mill about, warming up their bodies by practicing their martial arts. Orochi walked over to observe their movement. He had heard Nori trained his soldiers with some unique skills and he was hopeful he might be able to observe.
If the soldiers were disturbed by his presence they didn’t show it. They went about their daily routine in the manner of those who have gone through it hundreds of times before. Few words were exchanged as a captain of the guard led his men through their initial stretches.
From the stretches they moved to techniques, choosing sparring partners based on equal ability. Orochi watched and was impressed by what he observed. Honor guards were skilled, but even among the skilled there were levels of ability. Everyone here was good.
As Orochi observed, he began to notice patterns in the soldier's movements. The strikes and cuts they practiced were very directional, with moves tending to favor quick stabbing motions and close blocks over swinging cuts and blocks. It was a style suited to fighting in the close quarters of the passes. Orochi approved. It was a dangerous style because the guard was closer to the body, but a group of skilled warriors could use it in enclosed spaces without fear of striking an ally. Orochi had never fought as part of an army before, had never been in combat without a wide freedom of movement, and so the moves were different than the ones he preferred. None of the soldiers would be fast enough to deflect his blade, but they were good.
He sensed Nori approaching behind him, but took care not to display the knowledge. He didn’t trust Nori and did not want him knowing he was a nightblade.
"Are you impressed by my soldiers, assassin?" Nori did not bother to hide the disdain in his voice.
"They are skilled."
"Do you wish to test your skills against them?"
Orochi considered. Sparring would be a good stretch and relaxing. A part of him burned to demonstrate to Nori just how good he was, but he restrained himself. He held to the belief that the less potential enemies knew about him, the safer he was. The belief had guided him well thus far despite temptations. He shook his head. "Perhaps some other time."
Nori nodded as if some long held suspicion of his had been confirmed. Orochi shrugged it off. Let the man challenge him and he wouldn't be alive long enough to be surprised.
Nori invited Orochi into his tent. Orochi noted Nori wasn't drunk this morning. Hopefully it would last. Orochi wanted to respect this man who had accomplished so much.
The tent wasn't as warm as it had been the night before. Nori was moving with a vigor Orochi hadn't seen before, which was good to see. In front of him was a detailed map of the Southern Kingdom. Orochi ran his eyes over it, impressed despite himself.
Nori had mapped out all the places where conflict had arisen. Where his son was murdered and where the monastery Perseverance was attacked. Nori observed Orochi looking at the map and knelt down next to it. "Where did you fight the nightblades?"
Orochi knelt down as well and pointed out the location. "They were hiding in an abandoned farm house near here."
Nori marked the spot and then looked over the entire map. "I've been trying to determine patterns which might help us find them. But there aren’t enough sightings of them to determine a pattern."
"True, but we don't need a pattern. Sometimes all you need is a story, a story which explains the facts and helps predict the future."
Nori looked at Orochi skeptically. "But any number of stories could be made up to explain any set of facts."
"Also true, but certain stories will make more sense and are more likely to be correct."
Nori continued his look of disbelief.
"For example, we know why your son was murdered," he looked up at Nori, who was doing his best to control himself. "And tracking them out of the pass wasn't too difficult, which led to the fight in which I killed the older one. After I was wounded the boy took off with the girl heading to the north. I suspect the direction was chosen because it was the way they had already been traveling. And that path would have taken them close to Perseverance.
"This is where I start to guess, but I would suspect the boy attacked Perseverance because he was looking for me."
Nori looked at Orochi quizzically.
"Perseverance had an abbot who was very strong in the sense. The boy may have thought I would take shelter there with my injuries. He would have investigated, and he would have found the abbot and killed him."
Nori's uncertainty was still plastered on his face. "Why would the boy believe you were hiding in a monastery?"
"The boy is a nightblade. He knows the monasteries serve the Kingdom and they w
ould be the safest place for someone to hide from a nightblade."
Orochi kept his face straight. The boy would have gone to Perseverance because of the stuck-up abbot releasing his powers there. It would have attracted him like a moth to flame. Orochi would have given up much of his gold to know what happened to Moriko. He hadn’t heard anything.
Nori finally nodded his agreement. "That make sense. Why didn't you?"
"Because I knew he would be looking for me there." The lie came easily to Orochi, but it was a story that made sense, and the truth behind it remained. The boy would be coming for him. The knowledge resided in the core of his body and he didn't deny it. He ached for the challenge of a new opponent, especially one as strong as the boy might be.
Nori again pored over his maps. "So if your story is correct, what do we do next to track them down?"
"We do nothing. We find a defensible position and wait for them to come to us."
"How is the boy supposed to find you?"
"You underestimate him. If he is a nightblade he will find us. There is no place in the Three Kingdoms we could hide."
Nori brought his gaze to bear on Orochi. "I want you to know that killing them isn't enough for me. I want them to suffer for the pain they have brought. If we can take any of them alive, my orders are to do so. They will live to regret their decisions."
Orochi's stomach twisted at the man's suggestion. Torture for information was one thing. Torture for pleasure was without honor. He did not approve, but gained nothing by fighting it. He would have to find them first and kill them cleanly. If his hunch was correct, they were fighting because of the situation they had been put in, not for any malicious reasons. It was survival.
Orochi left the tent discontent. He had offered service to Akira because he had believed it would lead him to Shigeru. Over the passing of cycles, he had come to realize Akira was a ruler equal to the task put before him. He knew how to lead men and he was just, and Orochi had seen him make decisions over and over again which protected the people of his land. Orochi respected him.
Nori was a different man, weaker, addicted to power and the abilities that came with it. Akira's decisions were based on the greater good while Nori's were based upon that which brought him pleasure and respect. It was unacceptable.
Orochi wandered the campground, lost deep in thought.
26
It was, Ryuu reflected, the nature of life to seek patterns, from the movement of a flock of birds in the sky to the daily actions people took every day. Every morning he and Moriko awoke before the sun rose in the sky. They would condition in the woods: running, climbing, lifting rocks and logs. Then came combat training and instruction. Moriko was teaching him how to hide his strength and Ryuu was teaching her new sword techniques and a more natural use of her own sense.
By the time the sun was near the tops of the trees, Takako would wake and the three of them would be off again, heading northeast. Deciding how to track Orochi had been a difficult decision. Moriko and Ryuu had combined their knowledge and intuition. Moriko knew the locations of all the military instillations in the Kingdom. They assumed with his injuries Orochi would have to return to one for healing. They also assumed he wouldn’t give up on his mission, and would choose the military base closest to his current location, or the location he assumed Ryuu and Takako would be heading. From there he would move north, the direction he had seen Takako and Ryuu take.
They decided their best bet was a small outpost near the northern edge of the Kingdom. It was a local garrison which served as a training ground for the local militia. Moriko said it contained a small contingent of regular military but had enough beds and supplies to contain a full company of men. It felt right. Shigeru’s last advice to trust his instincts resonated in Ryuu’s mind.
The three of them traveled at a slow pace. Moriko, while strong, was still recovering from the abuse she had suffered at the monastery. Ryuu suspected the lasting damage was more in her mind than in her body, but she still hesitated just a moment too long in swordplay. A typical opponent may not notice it, but her hesitations were as deep as ravines in Ryuu’s mind, and they rendered her defenseless against a skilled swordsman such as Orochi.
Moriko knew it and she knew he knew it, but they had an unspoken agreement not to discuss it. Ryuu couldn’t judge her and only knew a little of what had happened to her at the monastery. But whatever had passed had scarred her enough to fail to commit to her sword. Fighting most people it wouldn’t be an issue, but if the sun rose on a day she had to fight or defend against Orochi she would be at his mercy.
Ryuu also didn’t know how to approach Takako. She had been distant ever since he had returned from the monastery and he couldn’t piece together why. A part of him wanted to find someplace safe for her and hide her. She didn’t belong in this struggle between the nightblades of the age, but had fallen in due to Ryuu’s own bungled morals.
But there was no place she could hide that was safer than with the two of them. Ryuu desperately wanted to comfort her and to be present for her, but she wouldn’t let him. He had tried to speak alone with her a couple of evenings but had been firmly rebuffed.
Without better options he gave her the space she hesitated to ask him for. He couldn’t shake the knowledge he was still responsible for all that had happened to her. He just didn’t know how to make the situation any better.
As the sun rose above the horizon, Ryuu could see evidence that winter was beginning to pass. The ground they walked on was no longer snow covered, although often muddy and slippery, wet from the melting. It slowed their progress further, but a part of him didn’t mind. He knew that once they reached the outpost it was unlikely their little group would stick together. They were united by purpose and necessity, and some days it seemed like little else.
Ryuu pushed his thoughts aside as he got up and began warming up. He could sense Moriko getting up about a hundred paces through the woods. He was beginning to sense her naturally, the way he had once been with Shigeru. But she was much more difficult. She had managed to adopt a very slight, consistent shield against the sense. While most people burned brightly, she did not, a dim candle in a forest fire.
Ryuu had learned to hide himself to a degree, but hadn’t internalized the technique the way Moriko or Orochi had. Although Moriko was hidden, she wasn’t invisible to him, and it gave Ryuu hope he would be able to defeat Orochi when the time came.
Although he couldn’t see her from where he was standing, he could sense her move in unison with him as they grabbed the wooden swords they had made. They walked far enough away that their practice wouldn’t wake Takako in the early morning hours and they began to spar.
Moriko managed to keep up with him well. She was fast and strong and had a good sense of improvisation. Their wooden blades snapped through the air, meeting and disengaging in ever-faster conflict. The tension built, and as was often the case, Ryuu could feel Moriko start to fall back against the speed of his cuts and thrusts.
With a quick snap of his wrists, he was inside her guard. He stepped in, wooden blade against her neck, her back against a tree, his face so close to hers he could smell the fresh sweat on her skin. She breathed heavily from the exertion of the combat. Ryuu held his cut close, his face close, and recognized for the first time his attraction to the dark-haired mystery standing in front of him.
It was an impulse, a moment’s lack of reason, and he kissed her.
It was a mistake.
With incredible force, she shoved with all her might, throwing him back a good three paces. Off balance, he had no ground, and fell backwards, his feet tripping over a root.
Ryuu was speechless, his mind tumbling over a series of strong feelings. He loved Takako. He was sure of it. Why would he do that? His mind raced for answers but only found confusion.
Moriko wasn’t making things easy for him either. She regarded him in silence, her face neutral but her stance defensive. If Ryuu was going to try to get close to her again he would b
e experiencing a wooden blade to the face if not a steel one.
Ryuu searched for words, but his mind couldn’t hold onto them. He had never considered this, never thought the woman he brought back from the monastery would have this power over him. He didn’t know what Takako thought of him, but this wouldn’t help his case. He should ask her to not tell Takako.
Finally his mind snapped into place. He may have made a mistake, but Shigeru had taught him lying to friends, to family, was inexcusable. No more. He stood up, brushed himself off and looked Moriko right in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Moriko, that wasn’t appropriate.”
Moriko returned his gaze without saying anything, allowing the moments to hang like stones between them. But then she let out just a bit of a grin, and Ryuu thought for the first time that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She didn’t have the looks of Takako, but she was primal, and Ryuu was entranced.
“Let’s continue” Moriko said, as she stepped into a defensive crouch.
Ryuu shook his head and grinned. No forgiveness, no absolution, simple acknowledgment was the extent of what he was going to get. He supposed it would have to be good enough. They continued their sparring practice, but Ryuu was never able to get inside her guard again.
They returned to camp and Ryuu woke Takako up. He couldn’t help feel a pang of guilt as he greeted her, but he kept his peace. He didn’t know what was going to happen to the two of them, but he still cared for her, and he couldn’t bring her any more pain.
As Takako awoke Moriko packed up the few items that constituted their camp. For once Ryuu appreciated Moriko’s less than verbose nature. He didn’t need another complication right now. Orochi was enough.
Moriko and Ryuu determined what direction they wanted to be moving, and the three of them took off. The sun against his face cheered him and brought him out of the depression he hadn’t even realized he was feeling.
He knew he felt guilty about Shigeru’s death. Although he knew that in one way he wasn’t responsible, that Shigeru had died at the hands of another, he also knew he bore some responsibility for what happened. That guilt had gnawed at him ever since he had felt the grief start to dissipate.