Original Work Samurai NOT

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    Chapter 13
    The view didn’t seem as impressive as in the night, but it was still beautiful. Beyond the river, Ei saw the plains stretching and turning into a forest as far as her eyes could see. It looks the same, but it feels different from the one back home, she thought for a moment but put the idea aside right away.

    Though it was an odd feeling to her, as if she looked down on the entire world, Ei had no desire, nor time, to waste thinking about such things. Tadayoshi didn’t care, nor glanced around. He was already heading to the city and she had to struggle after him.

    Their destination wasn’t so easy to spot in the morning. Without the flickering lights shining against the dark, the city looked so small it hardly seemed any different from a common village. But that didn’t bother Ei anymore. The city had long lost its initial wonder to the girl.

    The real problem was the distance. Will we really get there today? Ei didn’t know how much truth the owner’s words had, but she wasn’t lying when she said the city was farther than it looked. According to her, they wouldn’t get there before midday. That time had come and gone, the scorching sun above their heads in the cloudless sky as they walked the plains, but the city barely seemed any closer.

    It might not be so bad if he said anything, Ei thought, glancing at Tadayoshi’s back. He had not spoken a word ever since they left the inn. And since neither she had anything to say, the journey felt much longer. Her guilt didn’t help either. She knew their slow progress was her fault; he had to slow down to match her speed.

    The sun was starting to touch the horizon when they could finally see the outer wall. Ei sweat, panted, her back ached and her legs throbbed. But at the sight of the city that went beyond her sight, she forgot how exhausted she felt. They joined the short line to enter and were through the gates.

    Ei simply stared with her mouth hanging open. So many houses and shops she couldn’t count all. Most had two floors, but some had three and a few seemed so huge it made the inn look small. Between the buildings, the streets and alleys teemed with life. The girl had never seen so many people in one place, not even when the soldiers came to collect and escort the taxes. In her village, everyone dressed almost the same. Here, men and women wore colorful and loose clothes. They chatted, bought food from tables along the houses and fanned themselves with paper fans, uchiwa, as they walked around the city.

    She wanted to check the foods on the tables, but just walking without bumping into anyone required her attention. As she did her best to not step on any foot, she noticed something weird. Despite the crowd and interesting things to see, some glanced at them more than once. A few whispered between them when they saw Tadayoshi and her. An old man even came towards them, his face red and eyes teary, until a muscled man stopped him and pulled him away.

    Only when no one met her eyes, Ei realized. The people didn’t look at them; they looked at the weapon. She pulled her sword closer out of reflex.

    “I should’ve remembered,” said Tadayoshi, more to himself than to Ei. He glanced around and entered the closest alley. Even there was full, but they could walk without attracting everyone’s attention.

    “Why everyone’s looking at us?” She waited for him to say the rest, but when she realized he wouldn’t say, she asked.

    “Swords aren’t—”

    A man bumped hard into Tadayoshi’s shoulder. The swordsman turned his head and the bald man stared back with the one eye he had left. For a few long moments, Ei held her breath, waiting for the fight to start. But when the man looked at the sword on Tadayoshi’s waist, the girl realized the swordsman’s hand wasn’t on the handle. Of course… there’s no way Tadayoshi would fight for something this stupid, she thought with a thin smile.

    When the man finally walked away without saying anything, the girl breathed in relief. The swordsman sighed, rolled his eyes and ran a hand on his face. He muttered something that sounded a lot like idiot and turned back to her. “Swords aren’t… welcome at this time.”

    “Why?” Ei frowned. I know the… dangers of a weapon in the wrong hands, but without it, the city, the people are defenseless, she thought, but didn’t voice it.

    “This festival is to honor the ancestors and those who are no longer here,” he said and the girl understood.

    Ei looked down at the weapon on her waist. A sword can protect, but it can also kill. People who lost close ones to the violence wouldn’t want the reminder, she thought, glancing around. They weren’t the only ones carrying blades, but unlike her and Tadayoshi, they covered with a cloth or anything to keep the scabbard and the handle out of sight. The soldiers patrolling the streets didn’t cover their weapons. The people trust them, she realized. Unlike us, strangers. “Don’t you have anything to cover the swords?”

    Tadayoshi showed a wry smile as he glanced his bag and Ei understood. If he takes out the clothes from the inn… With a sigh, she realized the only thing they could do was ignore the stares.

    As they walked around the town, different smells filled the girl’s nose and she finally saw what was on the wooden tables along the streets. So many food, she thought, trying to remember the names. Dango, a type of dumpling made of rice flour; manjuu, a sweet filled with red bean; udon, a noodle made from wheat flour and served in small wooden bowls; yakitori, skewered pieces of roasted birds, and much more.

    Her stomach growled in response. She covered her belly, but still heard Tadayoshi’s laugh and didn’t look up. “We need money first.”

    Tadayoshi asked something to a woman on one of the tables, but Ei didn’t hear; she was too busy paying attention to an old man. He talked and moved his hand. Before him there was a wooden box displaying a plaque with a drawing of a samurai and a small but terrifying demonic shadow.

    Kamishibai! Ei remembered. One of the merchants that visited her village once a year liked telling stories to the kids after he finished his business. He carried a box just like this old man, but he had more drawings, changing the plaques to fit the scene. Though the merchant was more energetic, the old man was much better. Even adults stopped to watch him.

    The old man was telling the tale about Yasuhiro-sama fighting the tiny devil. She knew the story; it was one of Dai-jii’ favorites. Even so, Ei came a bit closer without realizing her smile.

    “When everyone had lost hope of defeating the tiny devil, Yasuhiro-sama appeared.” The old man grew quieter to make the tension grow.

    Ei got closer, waiting for the climax, but then Tadayoshi called her. She walked to him, but kept her head on the old man. She watched for as long as she could, but then a hand pulled her by the collar. Tadayoshi had turned in the alley and she didn’t realize. “Don’t lower your guard.”

    The girl bit her lips, sighed, fixed her clothes and followed the swordsman. Somehow walking both against and with the flow at the same time, they joined a line outside a store near the main street. People talked to a boy standing at the entrance and he would go inside and come back with nails, hammers and other small tools.

    As the boy went in and out and the line walked, Ei heard the constant and rhythmic hammering coming from inside the blacksmith shop. The boy looked just bored as she was when it was their turn and didn’t even look them in the eye.

    “Selling,” Tadayoshi said the boy could speak.

    He showed a little surprise as he looked at the swords, but had the same bored expression when he entered the shop. A moment later, the boy came back and told them to go inside, already attending the next customer.

    The hammering was even louder inside. Ei felt the sound vibrating through her, but just as she was growing accustomed, it stopped. A few moments later, the door on the back of the shop opened with a heavy thud and a man walked to them, cleaning his hands on the leather apron, the sweat coming down his brow.

    “Selling what?” he asked in a low grunt.

    Tadayoshi untied the swords from the backpack and held his hand before Ei. The girl looked between the hand and the swordsman. A moment later, she understood, and didn’t protest or say anything against. Feeling nothing but an emptiness, she pulled the weapon from her waist and handed to him without looking him in the eyes. “Selling this.”

    The blacksmith pulled a bit one of the swords from its sheath. He hummed as he examined the blade with one eye. “The metal isn’t the best,” he said in the same low grunt.

    “They’re all like this.” Tadayoshi half drew the wakizashi and showed to the blacksmith

    Ei stopped listening to their conversation. The walls covered with the blacksmith’s work seemed more interesting to her. Shovels, hoes, sickles, hammers and other tools, the metal shining and the handle without any chips. To barge up the price, I bet. Even so, she got so close she could see her own blurred reflection. It’s the first time I see polished tools, she realized with some surprise. In her village, they only had old ones and when they needed new ones, they always bought used ones.

    The boy kept coming in and out as Ei walked around the store. Even something so everyday has its beauty, she thought with a small smile. But when she saw the tool resting above the back door, the smile disappeared.

    A sword. Naked and reflecting the light to display all its beauty and the blacksmith ability, so imposing its presence erased the others tools from the girl’s sight. So polished she could see herself. Not a blurred reflection; she could see her eyes, could see herself on the blade, terrified. The light cast by the fire danced and the sharp edge seemed drenched in blood.

    The girl quivered as the image of the old woman smiling appear in her mind. A faceless shadow grabbed the owner’s arm, made her hold a knife and guided her hand to her own heart. The owner fell still smiling.

    Scar appeared out of nowhere and walked through the shadow. He stepped over his grandma’s cadaver and offered Ei some tea. He smiled and moved his mouth, but no sound came from those lips. Then the shadow gained form again, took the blade from the woman’s hand and drove into Scar’s throat. Without ever stop smiling, his body fell forward on top of the girl.

    Ei screamed, pushed the body away and managed to get out under the cadaver. When she raised her head, the faceless shadow was inches away from her, staring her in the eyes with empty sockets. The next instant, those sockets became dark eyes she recognized.

    When she closed her fist, there was a sword in her hand. Without thinking, without freezing, she slashed at the shadow and tried to run, but her foot slipped on the blood soaked earth. She dragged herself through the mud and blood without looking.

    But as she drew distance from the shadow, she felt many hands grabbing her legs, the fingers digging so deep she thought her bones would break. When she turned her head, she saw the owner and the twins holding her ankles, pulling her. She tried kicking them, but it made no difference. They pulled harder, and then Ei felt the bites in her legs.

    She used all the air in her lungs, but she had no voice to scream. She ignored the pain, her hands trying to find anything to grab. But she found nothing except blood. The dead pulled her into the red ground. Ei was struggling for air as she drowned in blood.

    The shadow stood before her, offering a hand. Ei raised her head and saw a face she knew; Tadayoshi. For a moment, she smiled in relief and raised her arm to take the hand, but when she looked into his eyes, they were the empty and cold ones. The deaths he caused doesn’t bother him… Her hand trembled. That not what I want. All I want is to be strong, to save the weak… to save my mom…

    A loud voice brought her back to the blacksmith’s shop. She shook her head and cleaned the tears, but no matter how hard she shut her eyes, she could still see the images. The room spun and she felt sick. Ei saw Tadayoshi looking at her with a worried expression, but all she could see was the shadow.

    Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her heart thumped painfully. With her mind black, she could think of one thing; she had to get away from there, from that sword hanging on the wall… from the shadow…

    The people waiting in line complained when she pushed her way out, but she barely heard them. All she could hear was Tadayoshi’s shouts, but she ignored him. All she did was run. She had no idea where, but she had to get away from everybody. But each alley she turned, she found people.

    Her legs shook and throbbed, but she didn’t stop, bumping into people along the way. They pushed her, complained or cursed her, but Ei nor heard nor cared. So many people, she thought, the pain in her chest growing. Each breath she took was painful, but she didn’t stop. It made no difference. No matter where she went, where she ran, she was trapped by people and houses. She couldn’t breathe anymore. Her head became dizzy, her sight blurred and she vomited.

    Someone talked to her from far away, but she couldn’t understand a word. Then, with a strange feeling, she vaguely realized the person was screaming at her. Ei cleaned her mouth with the back of her and raised her head with difficulty.

    There a man complaining and showing his clothes to her. Ei looked at where he pointed, where she had vomited. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she had to apologize, but her mouth didn’t work at the same speed. She had forgotten how to speak.

    The man raised his arm and closed his fist. He’s gonna hit me… She had to react. She knew she had to react, but her body refused to listen to her. Her mind was too hazed to think, and she simply closed her eyes.

    But nothing happened. A heartbeat later, Ei opened her eyes. There was a shadow holding the man’s fist. She tried looking past the man to see who held his fist, but the person was against the light, the face hidden by shadows.

    Her savior said something she didn’t understand, but she could feel the threatening tone. The man walked away grunting something and Ei finally saw who saved her. She lowered her head, too ashamed to look meet Tadayoshi’s eyes.

    Tadayoshi placed a hand on her shoulder. Only when the warmth coursed from his fingers to her, she realized how cold she was. That gentle touch took her out from the stupor. Despite how sick she felt, a meager smile crossed her lips.

    Every time I need him, he’s there. She would never say to him, but even with all the doubts in her mind, she thanked him from the bottom of her heart. Even now, she was grateful to him. But when she looked into his eyes… they’re not the same, she forced herself to think. They aren’t those cold and empty eyes.
    --- Double Post Merged, Oct 15, 2017, Original Post Date: Oct 1, 2017 ---
    Chapter 14
    “We need to find a place for tonight first,” Tadayoshi said, looking around. As the sun disappeared and the fire lights illuminated the city, the streets were more crowded. “I don’t wanna sleep without four walls around me.”

    The swordsman led the girl through the crowd as if he knew where he was going, but soon Ei realized he was just walking at random. But she was too weak to complain and just let herself be dragged as they searched for a place.

    It didn’t matter where they went, they only heard full or no rooms, sometimes even before they could ask. As they walked around, Ei felt her hunger overcoming her nausea. When her stomach rumbled loudly, she could no longer ignore. Without making fun, laughing or even making a comment, Tadayoshi bought food. At first the girl nibbled on the food, but each bite became bigger and she filled her belly for the first time in weeks.

    The moon and the stars were already shining against the cloudless sky when they found finally an inn with a room on the outskirts of the city. Is this really a room? It’s more like a deposit, Ei thought as she sat on the straw pile that was her bed. The room they had found was so small it was hard to believe more than three adults could sleep without hitting each other with the slight movement. Whatever. It’s enough for us.

    Ei massaged her throbbing shoulders. As her energy and mood got better, Tadayoshi made her carried the bag halfway the search for a room. Though it was lighter without the swords, it was still heavy for the girl. With her exhaustion hitting her, she lied on the bed. Her mind drifted into sleep and the images that haunted her the entire day came back in full.

    She opened her eyes and sat up. The girl sweated and grabbed her shirt, her heart thumping painfully in her chest. Her breathing was shallow and rapid and the more she tried to inhale, the more she was out of air. Her head became dizzy and fought an urge to vomit. Will I… always see them… those images… whenever I close my eyes?

    Even with the warmth coming through the window, she trembled. Ei hugged herself and stared at Tadayoshi’s back. Despite everything, little by little, her breathing and heart went back to normal.

    “She didn’t believe you…” When breathing wasn’t painful, Ei asked with difficulty. She didn’t care much, just wanted to take her mind off the images. He turned to her with a puzzled look. “The woman on the entrance. She didn’t believe our story. Better change it from now on.

    “You could’ve helped. But no, you’d rather correct me like that,” he said, shaking his head with his usual mocking expression. Though Ei would never admit, seeing that side of him after everything brought more relief than she would have liked.

    “We don’t look alike. Who’d be stupid enough to believe we’re father and daughter? And your name—”

    “No. There’s no way I’ll hide my name,” he said abruptly. His expression became hard so fast it scarred the girl. Tadayoshi looked at her and sighed as the lines in his face softened. “It’s… it was the first thing my master gave to me. It means… loyalty.”

    They call me a man without loyalty, but that’s a lie!’ Ei widened her eyes as she remembered his words. So that’s why he reacted like that. She had no idea what to say and kept quiet for a while. Even so, the girl couldn’t hide her tiny smile. I learned something new about him.

    “About our story… I know it’s hard to believe someone so young such as myself would have a kid your age, but we could’ve fooled that woman. I mean, no one would believe you’re fourteen. Even now I still have my doubts. Actually I thought you were a boy when we met,” he said in a lighter tone to break the awkward silence.

    Ei snorted, but when she was about to reply, a loud drum echoed. Only now she realized the noise from outside was growing louder. She stood up and looked through the window. The few people she could see were dressed fancier than earlier and were all heading in the same direction.

    “Hey. We’ll check the festival after,” Tadayoshi said. When she turned, he threw her a cloth he took from the bag. Ei caught it and turned it around, trying to figure out the meaning of it. “You stink too much, so go take a bath. I’d like one too, but one look at this,” he had a sad smile as he touched the left side of his belly, where his scar was, “and we’ll be in trouble.”

    Ei nodded, barely listening to him as she tried to look at the street again. When she breathed, she sensed an awful smell and realized it came from her. The mix of sweat, vomit, and dirt clung to her new clothes, making it look as bad as her old ones. What was worst was that now she had noticed, her smell was all she could sense now.

    Using the cloth to block her nose, Ei stepped out of their room. Where’s the bath? She stood in the hallway, looking in both directions. When she thought of asking the lady in the entrance, two women came out of the room at the end of the hallway, carrying cloths just like the one Ei had.

    The girl followed them, waiting to ask where the bath was. However, the women never gave her a chance. They talked about what clothes to wear or how to tie their hair without stopping. As Ei was about to give up, they turned into a short hallway with a tiny opening at the end. Hearing the noise of water, Ei entered with the women.

    An old woman greeted them and gave a basin filled with water each. Ei accepted and thanked, but she had no idea what to do. Glancing the women by the corner of her eyes, she watched the women undress, wrap their clothes on the cloth, walk to a corner of the room and wash themselves.

    Ei did the same. She sat with the basin and cloth on a stool on the opposite corner and finally, after weeks on the forest, she cleaned herself. I’ll never go this long without washing myself right, she thought as she scrubbed herself. The hardest was her hair. No matter how much she washed the dirt and sweat out of it, it was still hard and wild.

    When she finished, she looked around. It wasn’t just her and the two women she followed. There were others, along with a few older ladies and girls younger than Ei. Most did like her, cleaning themselves with the basin, but others were on the wooden bathtubs above a stone platform with a fire under to keep the water hot.

    In her village, everyone washed themselves on the deepest part of the creek. But Ei remembered when the grownups had brought a tub like that from the fortress. They were excited, saying it was much better than just washing on the water. It became popular, but soon everyone gave up. Not only there were many people for the bath, it was a hassle gathering all the extra wood for the fire.

    Ei turned over the rest of the cold water in the basin over her head. Her scratches stung a little, but she ignored and went to the tub. When she was about to step in, she hesitated. If I let myself relax, will I see it? She gulped and shook her head. I’m going to be strong. I can’t be afraid of… that forever, she told herself and entered the same bathtub as the women she had followed.

    The hot, almost scalding, water stung her wounds at once. She bit her lips but as she became used to it, she relaxed. It’s like the water’s entering me and burning away the pain. Almost like it’s washing my problems away, she thought dreamily, feeling lighter and lighter. She closed her eyes and lost track of time, but a loud bang brought her back. One of the kids had dropped the basin on the floor.

    With some surprise, Ei realized the women were already gone. She got out, untied her clothes and dried herself with the cloth. But when she picked the clothes, she felt dejected to wear it again.

    Tadayoshi was still in the room. He was almost in the same position, resting his head the wall, using the light from outside to read a book. Ei stared at Yasuhiro-sama’ diary, feeling the anger grow inside her. She never thought she would ever hate something related to the hero she looked up. Tadayoshi used that diary to teach her how to read and write. Though she was very interested in learning both, her progress was laughable and she put it off whenever she could.

    The swordsman was so focused in the diary it took him longer than normal to realize she was back. Without looking at her, Tadayoshi closed the book, put it inside his clothes and stood up. He wrapped his sword and Asahi with a cloth, hung them on his waist and led the girl outside without a word.

    The streets were more crowded and louder. Even without the tables, they still had trouble walking around without bumping into anyone. At least they’re not glaring at him anymore, she thought, following Tadayoshi closely.

    It felt as if the entire world was there to enjoy the festival. Now the difference between them and the rest was screaming at them. People didn’t wear simple clothes anymore; instead they wore beautiful and elegant yukata. Ei never cared much for clothes or her appearance, but she looked around with envy

    The men wore simpler colors; mostly black, dark blue and dark green, and only a few had any pattern or emblems. The women, on the other hand, dressed in a myriad of colors. There were bright green and blue, peach, shades of red, yellow. And most had patterns of a variety of flowers sewn on it. So beautiful, she thought, almost losing track of Tadayoshi when she stopped to admire.

    The clothes weren’t the only difference from earlier. There were paper lanterns on the doors and across the streets, the winds swaying the lights so bright it shunned the moon and the stars. The yellow and red glow illuminated the ground and the people like tiny suns. A day within the night, she thought, smiling broadly.

    From somewhere far the sound of a drum echoed through the city. It was only one at first, but soon others joined and then the night was vibrating with the hypnotic sound. Everyone squashed themselves to create a hallway in the middle of the streets.

    Ei was almost pushed inside a house, but a hand grabbed hers and pulled. She meant to thank Tadayoshi, but when she realized people didn’t squash him because of his smell, she laughed. At least we go something good out of it, she thought, watching his annoyed expression. Thanks to his smell, they had a perfect view of the street.

    A group of young women came dancing in two rows came from the opposite direction of the drums. Their clothes were even more elegant, with flowers patterns and real flowers matching on their hairs. Their movement and claps matched the rhythm of the drums as they walked down the street. They lowered their hands as if planting something, turned around and clapped.

    The people watched smiling or talking happily with their friends or clapping. Some kids even tried imitating the dance, but most couldn’t do it right. Some kids even fell, getting some laughs out of the crowd. Even so, the women never stopped dancing.

    When the last dancers passed by them, the crowd followed. They ended up in a large space with a huge bonfire at the center and the group of drummers around it. The flames were so high it looked as if orange fingers were reaching for the stars. Even from a distance, Ei could feel the intense heat emanating from the fire.

    The dancers formed two circles around the drummers, dancing in opposite directions. The drums beats became faster and the dancers kept up. Suddenly the sound died and the girls stopped at the same time, their hands raised towards the sky. For a moment, the only sound was the fire, and then, as if waking from a dream, the spectators burst in claps. Ei and Tadayoshi joining them a heartbeat later.

    The men on the drums stood up and, together with the dancers, bowed in every direction. After more applause, the crowd scattered slowly. The people either grouped with their friends and family or went to their homes or rooms, everyone talking about the festival.

    They headed back to their room too, but Ei barely paid attention where she was going. She couldn’t stop seeing the dance, dancers, drums and the fire all over again. I’ve seen something like that, she thought. The dance, in a few parts, reminded the girl a bit of the dance they did during some rituals, though the difference in quality was obvious. I doubt anyone back home can dance like that.

    Before she knew it, they were back in their room. Tadayoshi placed one sword against the wall and pushed his straw to the corner near the window. “I don’t like sleeping so exposed,” he answered before Ei could even ask.

    Tadayoshi laid in his bed, Ei didn’t. Now that the excitement from the festival faded, she was once again tired. All she did was stared at her bed, afraid to close her eyes and relive everything all over again. But the exhaustion was too much and she laid down too. She turned and stared at Tadayoshi’s back. From the way he moved, she knew he was still awake.

    “This festival is to tribute the dead, right?” she asked, both to keep her mind filled and to satisfy her curiosity. “Why is it so… lively? I mean, the music and dance and all the fun…” I could never do that… when I think of mom…

    “I asked the same question to Hikari-sama,” he said in a tired voice. For some reason, Ei felt he was smiling as his memories came back. “One day, a disciple of Buddha used his powers to look at the soul of his dead mother. Instead of peace, he found out she was suffering a lot in the afterlife, so he begged for his master’s help. When the disciple finally saved his mother, he was so happy he started dancing. Because of that story, people believed dancing would help the souls of those who aren’t around anymore.”

    That’s… interesting, Ei considered after a while. If it was me, I guess I’d be happy too. But that would be for ancestors or people who are gone for a long time. When the death is still close… She started closing her eyes, but she fought and forced them open.

    “You’re afraid.” It wasn’t a question. Even with his back turned, Tadayoshi could tell exactly what she felt. Without complaining nor sighing, he sat up and turned to her.

    She sat too, but out of instinct, Ei avoided looking into his eyes. What I’ll find? I don’t wanna see those cold and empty eyes… not in him. Not ever again, she thought, closing her fist to stop the trembling.

    “You’re afraid of me,” he whispered. There was no joke in his tone. He was facing her fears with the same serious way when he spoke about his master. Still without looking at him, she nodded once. “You fear you’ll be weak forever just because you couldn’t do anything against that warrior yesterday. You’re scared of what happened at that inn, of what you saw this morning. But mostly you’re terrified of taking a life the same way I do.”

    She tried saying yes, but she had no voice. She closed her eyes and barely nodded. She heard him sighed.

    “I’ll bet you’re also scared of wasting the precious time of this great swordsman, aren’t you?”

    His joke and smile caught her off guard. Before she realized it, Ei couldn’t help but chuckle. She shook her head and ran a hand over her face.

    “The only thing great about is your ego,” Ei said. This idiot knows me so well he can make me better with just one stupid joke, she thought. “In a rare moment, you’re right. Yesterday I… was paralyzed by fear… I felt weak… useless… and today…” She quivered and hugged herself. Say it! Say it! Don’t be afraid now. She felt the tears coming down, but still forced herself to speak. “Today, that… I-I wanna… be strong… but not that. I don’t wanna be someone who… who can kill others so easily…”

    Like you. She kept those words to herself. Ei trembled so much she lost her voice. He said nothing, letting her cry her to heart’s desire, but she could still feel his eyes on her.

    “Not killing someone doesn’t make you weak,” he said in a low voice when her tears stopped. “The same way killing doesn’t make one strong. It’s easier to draw a sword than to sheath it. I killed yesterday and will kill again. Whenever I have to, as many times as it takes to survive. I won’t die regretting like my master.”

    Before Ei could stop herself, she raised her head and met his eyes. Behind them, along with the sword he had, there was an intense flame burning. She had never seen him this serious. Not even when he spoke of Yasuhiro-sama.

    “I’ll teach you how to use a sword, but I’ll never tell you when to use it. You’ll choose that by yourself. Lives will be at stake whenever you draw your sword. Remember what I said before? Some live and some die in the way of the sword. Never forget these words, Eiko.”

    Only her mother called her that way. His words echoed through her, calming her fears and stopping the quivers. But what warmed her, what made her soul lighter, what shone a light at the dark shadow that lurked within her mind was his eyes. When the relief spread, she lied on the straw and almost drifted into sleep.

    “I tried to let them live,” Tadayoshi said quickly, as if to get it out of him. “But when the twin with the scar ran towards you, I lost control of myself.”

    She turned to him, but when she noticed his slow and rhythmic breathing, she knew he was already sleeping now. With a smile, she closed her eyes.

    Ei found herself in an empty and dark room. She ran and ran, but her surroundings never changed. Her knees cave in and she fell hard on the floor. She screamed in pain, but no voice came out. Panting and sweating, she tried standing up, but her legs and arms had no strength. She heard something far away coming in her direction.

    Footsteps, she realized, panicking. It was faint at first, but the sound got louder. She tried moving, dragging herself, anything. Then the steps were finally by her side. Two feet appeared into her sight. Ei raised her head and saw a shadow. When the shadow leaned closer, she saw Tadayoshi’s face

    He offered her a hand. Ei hesitated, but then she heard more footsteps. Another Tadayoshi. This one was normal, the way she knew him, with no shadow covering part of his face. Both swordsmen stood side by side and then merged into one. The new Tadayoshi wasn’t different; he was the same man she trusted, with both dark and light inside him. He offered his hand again, half his face smiling, the other half a somber façade.

    Ei didn’t hesitate this time, taking Tadayoshi’s hand, the hand of her master.

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    Thanks for the chapter! It's nice to see the softer side of Tadayoshi. ^^ It appears that Ei has a full understanding of what she will go up against and is ready to accept the consequences of her decision. I'm glad that she has grown so much in these last two chapters.
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    Chapter 15
    “Faster. Tip the sword a little more,” Tadayoshi spoke in an emotionless voice. “Not that much. Faster.”

    Ei had lost count of how many times she had heard those same instructions. She took a deep breath to contain her rage and regain her focus before raising the wooden sword again. Visualizing Tadayoshi with his annoying smug before her eyes, the girl swung her weapon to take out her frustration.

    The move was simple. Raise the sword above the head with the blade side tilt down, redirect the blow and attack right away. Or at least Ei thought it was simple, but she hadn’t received any other comment besides ‘faster’ and ‘tip the sword a little more’ ever since she started.

    Am I really not doing it right or is he just messing with me? She asked herself, tightening her grip on the handle. No, he’s not doing that. The girl believed her master wouldn’t fool around with her training. With a deep sigh, she let go her frustration and raised the sword again.

    Ei repeated the move over and over. Until the wooden sword weight as much as a real one for her tired arms. When the bokken was too heavy for her to lift again, she brought it down and used it to support herself.

    “Faster,” Tadayoshi repeated in the same emotionless voice.

    Ei held her breath and bit her lips to control her rage. But when she turned and glared his back, she couldn’t contain anymore. “You’re not even looking!”

    Tadayoshi was belly deep in the river, holding a wooden sword sideways, ready to draw from an invisible sheath. He barely seemed to breathe as he stared the water, completely still. He’s focused, Ei realized, watching him in silence. It almost seems like he’s part of the river.

    Without warning, the swordsman slashed at the water, the sword moving so fast the girl barely saw the blur. A fish flew and fell on the ground, struggling for a moment until it stopped breathing. Tadayoshi didn’t even glance at the animal; he was already back to the same position, ready to draw again. After attacking the water three more times, he walked back to the riverbank.

    “What are you doing?” Ei screamed and turned around when Tadayoshi came out of the water naked. I’ve never seen a naked man before, she thought, her face red. “Put on some clothes!”

    “My bad,” Tadayoshi said, chuckling. “I’m dressed, so you can turn around. Now come here help me with these.”

    Ei placed the wooden sword on her waist and turned slowly, checking if he was dressed. Her cheeks were still burning while she helped Tadayoshi bring the fishes near the fire he had made her set up before the training.

    To Ei’s relief, Tadayoshi washed and tied his clothes on his sword and placed them near the fire to dry faster. Thank the goodness he did that. A few more days and the smell would be unbearable even for us.

    The girl picked up four twigs strong enough she hadn’t used to feed the fire and skewered the fishes. She handed their food to Tadayoshi and he placed it carefully near the fire. In little time, the smell of roasting meat filled the air, and it made the girl’s stomach growl.

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m hungry too. But we’re training until it’s ready.” Tadayoshi stood up, the wooden sword already in his hands

    Ignoring her hunger, Ei cleaned the dirt from her clothes and stood up. She drew and readied herself with her sword before her. “Where did you get these swords, anyway?” she did the same question she had made earlier.

    Ei felt much better when she woke. She didn’t remember her dream, but knew whatever it was, it made her feel better. With her determination brimming, she got out of bed ready to leave her weak and crying self behind. But when she found herself alone in their bedroom, she felt her enthusiasm evaporating.

    Tadayoshi’s bed was empty except for a note written on a ripped piece of clothes. Ei was still learning how to read, and even though she had trouble understanding what he had written, she felt angry. City. Leave. River. Go. Despite the few words, she could feel him making fun of her and swore she would never tell him that she had to confirm what was written with someone else.

    Ei left the city gates and headed to the river in a straight line. After washing her face, she looked around, but Tadayoshi wasn’t anywhere around. She waited, but after a few moments, she couldn’t stand still anymore and decided to train on her own. After warming up her body a bit, she closed her eyes.

    First, she imagined a sword in her hands, her fingers tightly grasping the bamboo handle. She positioned the invisible weapon before her and then visualized the only movement she knew, however basic it was. After remembering all of Tadayoshi’s correction, Ei swung her arms. Even without a sword, this is tiresome, she thought, but didn’t stop to rest until she was out of breath.

    With her arms tired and her breathing fast, Ei sat on the ground and watched the stream. With surprise, she followed the waters that went beyond as far as her eyes saw. So vast… The girl hugged herself before she realized. I’ve never… I’ve been surrounded by trees my whole lifeBut now I’m… freeFree to become strong and go anywhere… It was a strange sensation, but she didn’t dislike it. That’s kinda scary though… The opposite of everything I know… She bit her lips, but then a thin smile crossed her face. And this is something I chose myself.

    The river was calm and its water so clear she could see the fish underneath. She hit the surface with her hand and the animals swam away right away. Smiling, she let loose her hair, feeling the pleasant breeze. Out of impulse, she took her sandals, pulled the hem of her clothes and dipped her legs in the river, scraping her toes on the bottom. On that hot summer day, the cool water was welcome.

    Enjoying things like this… it doesn’t feel like I walked into the way of the sword, she thought, closing her eyes. The images still tormented her, but she didn’t wince this time. She forced herself to relief everything. Now I can face it without the urge to vomitTadayoshi did that because he had to. He’s not like those bandits, she said to herself.

    Some fish nibbled on her feet and she chuckled. It tickles. Ei looked around. There was no sign of Tadayoshi nor anyone else. I’m completely alone right now. She looked around one more time. The fishes went away when she pulled her feet and undressed. Placing the clothes near the sandals, she entered the river.

    It wasn’t as deep as it seemed; her feet touched the bottom with no problem. The girl dipped her head, drinking a little. The moment the water went down her throat, she realized how thirsty she was, and drank until she was satisfied. She raised her head and took a deep breath, enjoying the cold breeze.

    The fishes swam around her, running away whenever she moved. She stayed still until the animals were close enough and tried to catch with her hands, but they were too fast. Damn it… it’s always like this, the girl thought and then laughed. Ever since I remember, I tried to do this, but to this day, I haven’t caught any.

    Smiling and still trying to catch a fish, Ei moved away from the riverside. When her toes were barely touching the bottom, she took deep breaths and pulled her legs a bit. The stream started dragging her. Her breathing became rapid and she swam back until she could feel the ground with her feet. I know how to swim, but a river is too different from the creek where I learned.

    With her breathing back to normal, Ei ran a hand at the bottom and picked up a few small rocks. She threw the biggest with all with all her strength. It bounced twice before sinking, but the others did neither. Instead, the stream dragged it and Ei watched until it disappeared from her sight.

    Where does a river end? She had never given much thought about where the waters went, but she wondered now. Where the stream would bring me if I pull my legs and just let it drag me? Ei pulled one leg, barely grasping the bottom with the other foot. I think mom told me once. It ends at the ocean, a river so big there’s no end and the water tastes like salt. She squinted her eyes, trying to see beyond. Maybe someday I’ll see for myself this so-called ocean.

    Ei closed her eyes and floated, waving her arms slowly to fight against the stream. This feels nice… While the warm water helped and healed her wounds, the cold water washed away her worries.

    “I didn’t think you could swim,” a familiar voice spoke.

    Even though Ei knew that voice belonged to Tadayoshi, she turned around right away. The swordsman stood near her clothes. He panted and sweated a little, and held a green kimono wrapped around something long. The girl swam back to the bank, but didn’t get out of the river. She hugged herself and kept half her face sunken, her body warming up despite the cold water.

    It took a moment, but Tadayoshi finally saw her clothes. “Sorry for my rudeness,” he said in his joking tone. “If it’s not too much trouble, please wear this.”

    The bundle in his hand became thinner when he unwrapped the clothes. He placed it on the ground, picked Ei’s and walked away.

    Hesitating, she got near the bank again, without taking her eyes off Tadayoshi’s back. He didn’t turn nor look back, but even so, Ei wasn’t so keen in leaving the water with him still in her sight.

    But the water only got colder and colder. She was already trembling by the time Tadayoshi was out of sight. Then, as fast as she could, she got out of the river and picked up the clothes. Though it was bigger than hers, it wasn’t that much loose.

    “Are you done?” Tadayoshi came back, walking to her without waiting for an answer. He unwrapped the rest of the bundle, revealing two wooden swords and a small linen sack.

    “Where did you get all this?”

    Tadayoshi waved his hand and ignored the question, telling her to gather firewood. Ei felt her anger rising, but let it go with a sigh and did as bid.

    It was a harder than she thought. Wherever she turned, there was only an open and empty area. The few trees nearby had only twigs around and Ei had to walk quite far. By the time she had gathered enough for a fire, she was tired, sweaty, and thinking about jumping into the river again.

    Tadayoshi wore the same green kimono as Ei. He had washed their clothes, tied to the swords and stuck the weapons on the ground. They look like flags, the girl thought, setting up the firewood.

    While the wind helped to dry the clothes, it also got in the way. The swordsman had too much trouble to light a simple spark. Ei had already set up the firewood and was almost falling asleep when he finally managed. He blew and the spark became a weak flame when he tossed it in the firewood.

    “Stand up,” Tadayoshi said, throwing one of the wooden swords to her, almost hitting her on the head. “Watch closely.”

    With the bokken before him, he stood in the basic position. With an unusual concentration, the swordsman raised his hands and tilted the sword at the same time, as if defending a blow from an invisible foe. Then, in the same motion, he spun the weapon above his head, striking the imaginary enemy. He repeated the move, now tilting the sword to on the other side. He did it again, this time slower, giving time to Ei memorize.

    “Repeat this until your body can do it by reflex…”

    “You’re too curious for your own good, you know that?” Tadayoshi let out a huge sigh and shook his head in disappointment. “If you really need to know, which you don’t, I borrowed all this… without the owner’s knowledge,” he muttered the last part with a smile. “But it doesn’t matter. What do you think about what the move?”

    “It has both a defense and an attack,” Ei answered right away, a note of pride in her voice she couldn’t hide.

    “Correct. But don’t get to happy. That’s obvious. The most important is to understand the meaning behind the move,” he said, and then attacked her the next instant.

    From so much training, Ei raised the wooden sword out of reflex and blocked the blow, surprising even herself. She almost lost her balance when her weapon hit her own shoulder, but Tadayoshi’s sword slide on hers, and she was unharmed.

    The blow was so weak and it still managed to throw me off a little. If it were a real sword… and if he was using all his strength… I’d survive, but I’d probably have a broken shoulder or at least lose my weapon… that would my death…

    “This move’s good to fight against physically stronger opponents,” Tadayoshi said, bringing Ei’s mind back. “First you deflect the blow and attack. You got hurt because you’re thinking it’s two movements in one. It’s only one. You defend and use the same motion to attack. The speed is the secret. It’s the difference between life and death. So… faster.” He smiled and attacked her again and again.

    They only stopped when the food was ready. Ei dropped the sword the moment Tadayoshi said it was over. I never knew my body could feel this much pain. Both her arms and legs were covered with bruises, thanks him getting faster and faster. Hey, you idiot master. Do you like beating kids? Is that it?

    Since her arms refused to raise past her chest, the girl had to bring her head down to eat the food. “You didn’t have to hit that hard.” She found energy to complain between bites.

    “I had. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be no meaning,” reply Tadayoshi, completely unscathed, already on his second fish. Even though his mouth was busy eating, the girl could sense his smile.

    By the time Ei picked up her second fish and ate around the spine, she felt better. She was almost finishing when she felt the air getting heavier. A shiver ran through her body and her face lost its color. Her breathing became slow and deep. She knew the sensation. She couldn’t forget. It’s so much stronger than those warriors… it’s almost overflowing with hate, she thought, her throat drying. “Tadayoshi,” she managed to speak in a low voice.

    “Stay calm.” He finished his food and stood up, looking in every direction for the source of such killing intent.

    Without showing any fear or hurry, Tadayoshi untied their clothes and placed his sword on his waist. For a moment, he looked between Asahi and Ei, and then, with a heavy expression, he handed the weapon to the girl.

    Ei gulped when she accepted the sword with a stiff nod. She tried putting it on her waist just like him, but her hands trembled too much. By the time she had managed to secure it, Tadayoshi had wrapped the wooden swords on the clothes and handed to her.

    She barely managed to hold everything. Not that her arms hurt; she had forgotten her pain. Her arms felt numb. Despite not seeing the source, the killing intent got stronger. And it only grew. It’s like there’s a sword in my gut. I almost can’t breathe, Ei thought, the cold sweat running down her back. It was so strong the girl thought she would faint at any moment.

    “Hide,” Tadayoshi whispered to her, his eyes fixed in a direction.

    It took a while, but the girl finally could see a shadow walking towards them, getting bigger with each step. In mere moments, the sourced of the killing intent was within paces of them.

    Ei almost fainted, but she managed to keep her conciseness.

    The man was tall, so tall she had to look up to see his face. But with his back against the sun, all she could see was a shadow. He had his hair tied on the back of the head. He wore strange clothes; the top was white and the bottom blue. When she realized what it meant, she widened her eyes. Those are hakama, training clothesIs he a samurai?

    On the shadow’s waist, there was a pair of swords. A big and a small, a daishō… This man is a samurai, she knew.

    The clouds blocked the sun for a moment, revealing his face. Ei would have screamed if her throat wasn’t dry. The shadow had no a human face. Red, hard, the eyes empty, with a nose shaped like a beak and the teeth long and sharp. A demon… Ei stopped breathing. No… it’s mask


    His voice was just above a whisper, but the urgency in it made her stop trembling. The last thing she saw before she ran was he stashing the knife inside his clothes. Barely holding their things, she looked around for somewhere she could hide but still see everything. I can’t miss his fight… It’s my duty as Tadayoshi’s disciple!

    --- Double Post Merged, Nov 26, 2017, Original Post Date: Nov 5, 2017 ---
    Chapter 16
    The samurai was close enough for Tadayoshi to distinguish his eyes. They’re familiar, thought the man who denies being a samurai. I’ve killed someone with those same eyes.

    “Are you Tadayoshi-dono?” he asked in a rough voice, as if he hadn’t used in a while. He stopped a few paces from the swordsman, his hand ready to draw his weapon.

    He’s outside my reach, Tadayoshi realized, putting his hand on his own sword. The swordsman observed his enemy, wrapping his fingers around the handle with more force than he wanted. If he’s just as strong as he looks, I’m in deep shit.

    The man wasn’t just tall; he was so large even his shadow covered Tadayoshi. He must compensate the lack of speed with brutal force. And with a sword like that, the swordsman thought, narrowing his eyes. The handle and the blade were the biggest he had ever seen. A Zanbatō, the horse-slaying sword… If he swings that with full forceIf I don’t lose concentration, he won’t be able to hit me. But if I make one mistake…

    “Yes, I am Tadayoshi.” Like you don’t know. There’s no way you have such killing intent if you weren’t sure who I am. “Is there anything you want from me?”

    “I want a fight for Asahi. That sword belongs to my family.”

    The sword? Family? Tadayoshi held the urge to look at where Ei was, where Asahi was. So that’s why his eyes are so familiar, the swordsman thought. I can’t see his face, but they do have the same presence… This samurai was bigger and more intimidating, but had the same aura as Konkawa Jirou, the samurai Tadayoshi had killed in Ei’s village.

    “I got the sword after defeating Konkawa in a fair fight. But if it belongs to your family, I’ll give it back.”

    With that much blood thirst, the sword is just an excuse for an honorable fight. Even if he wasn’t after revenge, a samurai would never accept the sword back without a fight, Tadayoshi thought, sighing in his mind. That’s why samurai are so bothersome.

    The man held took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. As I thought. He’s offended by my proposition. Tadayoshi closed his eyes, exhaled, and drew his sword. If this fight is just hard as with the brother…

    When Tadayoshi opened his eyes again, he didn’t see a samurai looking for revenge. He didn’t see a man thirst for a fight. All he could see was an enemy he had to kill if he wanted to survive another day.

    “Asahi belongs to my family,” the samurai said again in a low voice. Even so, it couldn’t contain all his rage. With his eyes fixed on Tadayoshi, he drew his sword. “And just like this sword, Yuuhi, they both belong to me now.”

    Asahi and Yuuhi… Sunrise and sunset… nice name for a pair of swords. Tadayoshi took the stance, glancing for a heartbeat at his katana before staring at his enemy. Did the old man give you a name too? He let out a dry chuckle. I can’t remember. But master was known as the strange samurai. I bet he never bothered to name his swords too.

    The samurai took a deep breath. “The name which I attend is Konkawa Ichirou,” he screamed at the swordsman, at the entire world. “Tadayoshi-dono, prepare to fight.” He said nothing more as he advanced with large steps, raising his sword above his head.

    He’s the older one? Tadayoshi wondered. But that was the last thing he thought before raising his defenses. In mere instants, the distance between them almost disappeared. He’s faster than he looks. Even so, he doesn’t come close to his brother’s speed.

    The way he moves his body, and this sound… Despite his speed, Konkawa’s movements were stiff, and there was a sound of metal jingling with each stride he took. What’s this sound? When the samurai was coming towards him and Ei, Tadayoshi had heard the same strange and faint sound. But now, as the enemy raced in his direction, it was much louder. He’s wearing an armor, he realized. What a rotten luck I have…

    The samurai would be within Tadayoshi’s sword reach with just a few paces. Ei must be watching, he knew. I told her to hide, but there’s no way my stupid disciple would miss this fight. Then I’ll her show how it’s done. In the blink of an eye, the swordsman jumped forward, almost zeroing the distance.

    The samurai widened his eyes behind the mask. But his surprise only lasted for a heartbeat; in the next moment, he swung down his weapon to where Tadayoshi’s head would be.

    His reactions are faster than I’d thought. The swordsman raised his own sword above his head and tilted the blade down, defending himself in the same way he had taught his disciple. You better be watching this, Ei.

    Tadayoshi realized his mistake the moment both blades collided. Despite the Zanbatō never touching him, the small gap between his arm and the sword vanished in a heartbeat, and he felt the enormous raw strength. What an absurd! I knew he’d be powerful, but this is too much for a human!

    Even if only lasted a heartbeat, even if he was safe from harm as the samurai’s blade slid on his weapon, Tadayoshi felt his body trembling. If I hadn’t surprised him, he’d have used all his force and I’d be thrown

    But even with this huge difference in brutal strength, I can’t hesitate. Before the blades parted, Tadayoshi jumped diagonally. Thought he was still within the samurai’s sword reach, when he wasn’t under that pressure anymore, his body stopped shaking. If I don’t take any chance, I’ll die, the swordsman thought, clenching the handle of his sword.

    I need to take him off guard and end this as fast as I can. Not wasting any moment, Tadayoshi turned around swinging his weapon the instant he landed, aiming at the enemy’s waist. Even if you have an armor, I know all the weak spots.

    The samurai noticed and jumped forward to escape the attack.

    Slow! The swordsman changed the direction of the blade. His new aim was the back of the right leg his enemy had used to impulse himself. The sword would hit the samurai’s ankle before he got away.

    For a brief instant, a strained smiled crossed Tadayoshi’s face when the sword reached its target. But when he didn’t feel nor hear the familiar sensation of metal slicing flesh, the smile vanished.

    The swordsman stood up facing the samurai with the weapon before him right away. Without taking his eyes off the enemy, he confirmed; the blade was clean. Shit…

    The samurai turned to his enemy, his sword before him, ready to attack again.

    Time stretched, and the world went silent as they faced each other, neither man taking the first step. He knows I’m faster, Tadayoshi thought, ignoring the sweat coming down his face, controlling his breathing. Even though he wants to kill me, he’s aware of his limitations and it’s waiting for me to make the first move… Shit… I’d rather fight against arrogant enemies.

    A breeze lifted the hem of the samurai’s clothes and Tadayoshi bit his lips when he saw underneath the hakama. Konkawa wasn’t just wearing an armor; he had a full set.

    “My bad luck continues to surprise me. To fight against someone prepared for war…” Despite his unpretentious words, Tadayoshi clenched the handle of his sword harder.

    He won’t rush and make a mistake… I have to create an opening. With a deep breath, the swordsman advanced the same way the samurai had. But there was one difference; the speed. With few steps, the enemy was within Tadayoshi’s reach.

    The samurai reacted by reflex, his sword going where the swordsman’s head would be.

    Tadayoshi didn’t change his path nor slow down. I need to avoid in the last instant, he thought, suppressing his instinct of getting away from that sword. It was harder than he imagined. He saw the blade moving towards him, he could feel all the strength behind that metal…

    The blade was before his eyes, but in the last moment, Tadayoshi moved out of the way. Without wasting any time, he attacked trice.

    The swordsman had never owned nor worn an armor. But his master had made his disciple memorize all the weak spots. Every one of Tadayoshi’s attacks were on the vulnerable places on a full armor; the elbow, the waist, and the thigh.

    Once again Tadayoshi didn’t feel his sword slicing flesh, only the sound of metal against metal and leather. Without showing any expression, he jumped backwards, putting some distance between them.

    With part of his clothes ruined, the samurai put the left hand inside the sleeve and undressed.

    Tadayoshi had no words. It wasn’t just a full armor; it was modified.

    The dou, the abdomen protector made from iron plates tied with leather strings, had more than the double the usual. The kusazuri, the crotch and hip protector tied to the dou with a leather belt, was also made with an absurd number of iron plates. The haidate, thigh protectors made from small iron plates, had plates spaced behind to protect the vulnerable spots left for movement. The suneate, shin protectors made from stretched slabs of iron attached directly to the mail tied to a cloth around the leg, had iron plates around the knees.

    Iron chains connected the haidate and the suneate, covering the knees. It compromised the movement, but offered more protection. On the arms, the samurai wore han kote, iron gauntlets that protected only the forearm, and the iron mail underneath, protecting the rest of the arm. The elbow, where should be the weakest part to not compromise the agility, was protected by chains connecting the han kote and the iron mail. The sode, the shoulder protector also made from iron plates, seemed to be the only part not modified.

    What’s that…? How can he move with that…? An armor should protect without compromising the agility… but that… How can he move wearing that? That thing is too heavy! Even with his massive strength, he shouldn’t be able to fight with that!

    Tadayoshi had no time to think. The samurai ran, shortening the distance the swordsman had gained. Despite changing the order, Konkawa’s attacks were the same; a vertical strike, a thrust and a side slash, each one with an absurd force behind it.

    I thought he was slow, but without that armor, he might be as fast as his brother, Tadayoshi thought, raising his sword. He blocked the first strikes, but then stopped and started avoiding the attack. I’ll get tired soon if I keep defending them all. His body was already feeling the toll of clashing the swords.

    Despite his simple attacks, the samurai did not create many openings, and the few Tadayoshi saw, were protected by the modified armor. This’ll turn into a fight of resistance… If he’s used to long fights wearing that, I’m in trouble…

    The swordsman avoided the unstoppable sequence of strikes as best as he could, but each time cost its toll. After some time, Tadayoshi was sweating and panting, and had to start blocking some of the attacks.

    Tadayoshi’s master was someone who never avoided a duel, especially an honorable one. According to Yasuhiro, the best way to find out about someone was through the blades. The swordsman knew that was true, though he only had experienced something like it few times. The last time was against his own master. Now, exchanging blows with Konkawa, Tadayoshi experienced once again.

    He does care about Asahi, but that’s nothing compared to what he feels for his brother. The sword’s just an excuse. He talked about honor, but all he wants is to avenge his younger brother. No… that’s not it… He mourns his brother more than he hates me…

    This fight will only end with one of us dead, Tadayoshi understood. And if I don’t find a way through his armor, it will be me.

    He’s getting faster… no… I’m the one who’s getting slower, Tadayoshi realized when he stopped the samurai’s sword for the third time in a row. I can’t let this drag any longer! Each moment the fight prolonged, the enemy’s monstrous physique made the difference and his advantage only grew. Whenever Tadayoshi gained some distance, his enemy narrowed it, not letting him rest. Shit! I have to create an opening!

    With a thrust, the samurai began a new sequence of attack.

    Instead of retreat, avoid or block, Tadayoshi took a step forward. I have to stop his rhythm! The swordsman lowered his weapon, shifted his body to the side and broke into his enemy’s territory.

    The tip of the samurai’s sword went by where his face was instants ago. Tadayoshi felt the blade a hair’s breadth from his ear but he didn’t blink nor stop. All in his mind was to finish the fight as fast as he could.

    Tadayoshi raised his sword, placing it between the samurai’s arms. He put all his strength into his attack, aiming at the enemy’s head. Just a little more and I’ll win! Tadayoshi could see his victory as his sword was getting closer to his target. Despite his empty expression, he couldn’t stop the triumph in his eyes.

    But before his sword reached its target, something heavy slammed against the side of his head.

    The samurai had to let go of the handle of the sword and hit Tadayoshi with his arm, the gauntlet hitting his the swordsman with all its weight.

    Using the impact, Tadayoshi managed to get some distance. With his head throbbing and a ringing in his ear, he raised his defenses right away. But as he stared at the samurai, he felt the familiar scent of blood and then half his vision went red. He placed a hand on his head and he confirmed. He was bleeding. And a lot.

    Shit… If I’d tried this before, I’d have won, Tadayoshi thought, breathing hard. A wave of pain went through his body. Shit… Another one of that and I’m done… Think! The head is the most vulnerable place, but he’s too tall and his defense is too high to get in close enough… I can only attack his arms and legs, but most attacks won’t make any difference on that damn armor…

    The samurai advanced again, and Tadayoshi could see the fear in those eyes behind that mask. Even though he managed to escape, he’s afraid. Now he wants to finish in the next move. So even he gets tired, he thought, chuckling despite his situation.

    The swordsman prepared himself, but then there were two enemies running towards him. Is he a ninja too? He thought for a moment, shaking his head, sensing another pang. I can’t believe the blow’s made me this crazy. If I lose my conscious now, I’m dead…I can’t die…not now… not yet!

    The image of his master dying crossed his hazed mind. Find a reason to live, Tadayoshi. Then the image changed. It was Ei, and she was doing something he had barely seeing her do ever since she met her; smile. I won’t die yet, he said to himself.

    Tadayoshi closed the red eye and took a deep breath to regain the control over his body. After the pain diminished enough for him to keep fighting, he placed the blood-drenched hand on the handle and lowered his sword. He was now defenseless.

    The samurai hesitated for an instant, but didn’t stop. When he was close enough, he placed every bit of his strength in the sword.

    The trust in his armor is too big, Tadayoshi thought, keeping his mind empty and the sword lowered despite his instincts.

    The samurai attacked and Tadayoshi moved backwards, already prepared for the next blow. As he expected, Konkawa used the same pattern, attacking with the thrust.

    It’s now or never, the swordsman told himself, squatting.

    The samurai’s sword and arms passed above Tadayoshi’s head. He looked up, searching desperately for his tiny target; the gap between the gauntlet and the chains at the elbow.

    Tadayoshi felt the surprise in his enemy, but he knew the samurai couldn’t react in time. Time seemed to move slower as the instants stretched. But if I miss this opportunity, I’ll die, he knew.

    When he finally found his target, he jumped up and raised his sword, putting all his weight behind it. The blade went between the chains and through the iron mail.

    For the first time in the fight, Tadayoshi finally felt his sword puncturing flesh and bone. Using what remained of his strengths, the swordsman pulled his weapon to the side, tearing out the samurai’s right arm and hitting the gauntlet from the other arm.

    The arm and the sword flew and fell on the ground near Tadayoshi and Ei’s still alive fire.

    The enemy’s screams filled Tadayoshi’s ear, silencing even the river.

    The samurai grabbed what was left of his arm and tried to stop the bleeding. Clenching down his jaws to stop his screams, he stared the swordsman.

    Tadayoshi could feel his hate in that stare. The samurai truly looked like a demon with the mask now. But a samurai without a sword is nothing more than a fangless and cornered beast, Tadayoshi thought, standing in the way of the sword and the owner.

    The samurai looked between Tadayoshi and his sword, but the only thing he could do was to run.

    I can’t let him get away, the swordsman thought, trying to gather what was left of his energies. He’ll be back… I know… he loved his brother too much… But even with just one arm, I’m not sure I can win again…

    Tadayoshi tried to chase his enemy, but his wounds wouldn’t let him. His vision lost focus and became blurred and his legs lost the rest of his strength. He thrust the sword into the ground and used it as support, taking deep breaths to keep his conscious. Damn it… that blow to my head… was worse… then I thought… He felt the urge, but couldn’t stop the vomit.

    With another deep breath, Tadayoshi managed to stop the dizziness. He took a hand from the sword and cleaned his mouth and the sweat and blood from his eyes. With some effort, he looked around, trying to find his enemy.

    The samurai was still running, but he hadn’t gotten far.

    So the wound and the exhaustion got to him too, Tadayoshi thought as he stared Konkawa’s back. I have to chase him, he told himself.

    The samurai was going towards a lonely tree near the river.

    The same tree Ei was hiding.

    Tadayoshi widened his good eye. No… no… no…

    The samurai had lost the fight, but he would at least get his family, his brother’s sword. He saw Ei carrying it… He won’t hesitate to kill her to get the sword. Tadayoshi couldn’t let it happen. I can’t lose someone… not again…

    Tadayoshi pulled his sword from the ground, but the blade didn’t budge at all. He closed his eye and ignored his exhaustion. Gathering what was left of his strength, he pulled.

    Little by little, the sword got out of the ground. But Tadayoshi had no energy left to lift it, let alone to run. Even so, he forced himself to take a step, and then another.

    But the samurai was too far from him, out of his reach. I’ll never get him in time, Tadayoshi thought, forcing his legs to move.

    Konkawa was almost at the tree and Tadayoshi had barely left his place.

    The samurai had reached the tree. He was underneath it, looking at the branches, looking for the girl, looking for the sword. Konkawa stopped, his eyes fixed at a branch.

    It was too far to Tadayoshi to see, but he knew the samurai had found his disciple.

    No! Tadayoshi screamed in his heart, too weak to use his voice.

    What happened next unfolded slowly before the swordsman’s eyes.

    Ei screamed and jumped from one of the tallest branches, the sword unsheathed in her hands.

    Tadayoshi felt his heart stopping and his body going cold. There was nothing he could do to save his her.

    The samurai looked in the direction of the sound. He took the remaining hand from the mangled arm and raised it.

    From that distance, Tadayoshi could not tell if the samurai was trying to protect himself or to reach out for Asahi. But then, the samurai was finally reunited with his brother sword.

    The tip of the blade pierced the palm of his hand. But with Ei’s entire weight behind it, the sword didn’t stop.

    The samurai fell backwards, but couldn’t change the direction of the attack. The sword went on and broke the mask, piercing him between the eyes.

    Tadayoshi finally dragged himself to the tree.

    Ei was still on top of the samurai, holding the sword as if her life depended on it. She put so much strength her hands were colorless. But the girl didn’t tremble. Nor showed any reaction.

    A living statue.

    Tadayoshi placed his hand over her cold fingers.

    But the girl didn’t notice her master besides her.

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    Epic battle! I really enjoyed the battle between Tadayoshi and the samurai. But that ending... Ei is such a badass. It looks like she wholeheartedly accepted the consequences for joining Tadayoshi.

    Can't wait for the next chapter~
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    Thanks. I really like writing this battle. It's one of my favorites.
    And the ending... I don't wanna spoil anything, so I won't say much. But Ei killed the samurai more out of fear.

    As always, thanks for reading
    --- Double Post Merged, Dec 17, 2017, Original Post Date: Nov 26, 2017 ---
    Chapter 17
    The girl didn’t know where she was, didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to feel.

    The world was empty; there was no sound, smell, warmth, nothing… it had lost everything.

    There was only a darkness embracing the girl.

    There was only a cold and numbing sensation filling her.

    Even so, she knew one thing; she could not let go of the sword, no matter what happened. She kept her eyes closed, her fingers squeezing the handle even tighter despite having no strength left.

    What… happened…?

    All the girl remembered was the samurai running towards her. He stopped at the foot of the tree and looked up, looking for something. For me, she thought at the time. No… I’m no one… he wants the sword…

    She drew the weapon and held with both hands. But she shook so much the metal rattling gave away her position.

    The samurai looked towards the sound and their eyes met.

    The girl lost control her breathing. With her head blank, before she realized, she screamed and jumped.

    And then… I…

    She stared into his eyes as the blade pierced his hand and face.

    She watched as the light faded from his eyes and the man’s soul left this world.

    I killed him…

    I killed someone…


    From somewhere far, a voice called her name. It was less than a whisper, so low the girl couldn’t tell if it was real or just her imagination. Without realizing, she put more strength into her fingers, so much it hurt. But she didn’t let go of the sword.

    Something touched her hand. It was so light it felt as if warm air enveloped her cold fingers.

    “Ei… Ei…”

    The voice called her name again, stronger this time. It was still a whisper to her ears, but she heard it; she wasn’t imagining.

    The air around her hands became warmer and heavier. As the warmth coursed through her fingers, driving away the numbness and cold, she felt them tingling. Little by little, the feeling came back. From her hands to the rest of the girl. But with it, came the shaking. And she couldn’t stop.

    The world was still empty and silent, but from amidst the darkness embracing her, a low sound reached the girl. She couldn’t tell where it came from, but that didn’t matter. To the girl, the sound was proof the world was still alive, that she was still alive.

    She focused on her breathing. With each breath, her body awoke from the numb sensation. Her fingers began to throb painfully. When it became unbearable, she opened her eyes.

    There was only blood before the girl. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. She tried to regain control over herself the way someone, someone important, had thought her.

    It took a while, but she realized the blood was not from her. The red-dyed fingers didn’t belong to her.

    “Ei… Ei… EIKO!”

    Someone was screaming by her side. Someone screaming her name, for her.

    The girl recognized that voice. It was familiar and comforting to her. She stared at the red hand again. Slowly, her eyes followed the arm and she to whom it belonged. She recognized that face, those eyes. They belonged to him, the someone important to her. Tadayoshi, her master.

    The darkness around her gained life once again. She almost lost consciousness when the world overwhelmed her senses. The sound of the river flooded her ears, the smell of wet earth penetrated her nostrils. The taste of blood filled her mouth. The cold wind made she shiver.

    She turned her master, looking for a safe place, for reassurance. Despite the fear in those eyes, despite not having his usual smile, that face still comforting to the girl.

    Ei woke from her stupor with a cry. She didn’t try to stop the tears and let all out, her voice echoing through the plains and the river.

    The moment she let go of the sword, the color returned to her fingers. With her hand still numb, she wrapped her arms around Tadayoshi and buried her face in his belly.

    Tadayoshi hugged her back and she cried even louder, her voice muffled on her master.

    Ei had no idea how much time had passed, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to stay as she was with her master.

    The moment she felt him about to let her go, the girl hugged him with even more strength, holding on to his clothes.

    Without saying a word and with her arms around him, Tadayoshi took the sheath from her waist. Ei didn’t do anything to stop him. The next moment, she felt him pull the sword with some difficulty, swing, and sheath it.

    Then Tadayoshi put a hand on her head. She stopped crying.

    “Ei.” Despite being low and holding back his pain, his voice was firm. Still with her arms around him, she looked up at Tadayoshi. “Look at your hands.”

    Without understanding, she nodded and did as told. With her left hand still tugging his clothes, she looked at the other. Ei became paralyzed as she stared at her red fingers.

    When Tadayoshi had taken her hands from the sword, she saw the blood. But now she realized; her hands were soiled with blood too.

    At once she knew. It wasn’t hers. Nor Tadayoshi’s.

    It belonged to the samurai.

    The blood on her soiled hands belonged to the man first man Ei had killed in her life.

    The tremor overtook her as a feeling of emptiness filled her. Before she knew, before Tadayoshi could say anything, the girl raced to the river, dipping her arms inside the water. She washed and rubbed her hands with force, again and again. Until the blood was gone.

    Ei pulled her arms out of the water. There was no trace of the blood left; her hands were clean.

    But even if there was nothing there, she could still feel the blood, could still smell it, could still see the marks of invisible red. With her hands trembling even more, she thrust her arms into the water again. She rubbed, washed and scratched again and again. Her hands were raw and throbbing, but she didn’t stop.

    Until Tadayoshi grabbed her arm. She looked up to her master in tears. He let her go and placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her away from the river. The girl didn’t resist; she had no strength left for that.

    Tadayoshi took his hand from her shoulder and with difficulty, he sat on the riverbank next to her. He placed the scabbard on the side and showed her both hands. They were much redder than hers.

    She trembled and flinched, but didn’t avert her eyes. She forced herself to watch as he dipped one arm in the river and let the water wash away the blood. When it was clean, he pulled his hand and showed to her again.

    The water had washed most of the blood away, but there was still traces of red here and where. He lowered his hand and looked her in the eyes.

    “Eiko. You can clean as much as you want, but you’ll always have that blood on your hands.” Tadayoshi used the same firm voice that tried to hide how much pain he was suffering.

    Ei turned her palms and stared at her own hands, feeling them grow cold and her mind going numb. “I’ll always have blood on my hands…”

    “Yes. Always.” he said in a stronger voice, gently taking her trembling hand. She looked into his eyes, seeing the same Tadayoshi as ever. The one who protects and the one who kills. Her master. “You’ll always have that blood. The same way as I do.”

    This time the same words made her stop trembling. Ei stared at their hands. They couldn’t be more different. And yet, to the girl, they looked somehow similar now.

    Tadayoshi picked up the scabbard and used it as support to stand. “Do you remember the words I told you to never forget?”

    Ei hadn’t forgotten, but she could barely remember. But as she tried to remember, something appeared at the back of her mind. She tried speaking, but the memory was too muddled for her to say the same words. Clearing her mind the way her master had thought, she forced herself to relive the conversation.

    The Tadayoshi in her mind was speaking, but he lost the voice when he spoke the words she wanted. The mouth moved, but no sound came from him. She forced herself to relive it once more. This time, he spoke the words she wanted, though too low. The girl repeated the scene again and again until she heard Tadayoshi speaking and said at the same time.

    “Some live… some die… in the way of the sword…” she managed to whisper, her voice hurting her dry throat.

    With his face empty, her master nodded.

    Ei felt the words branding her soul like hot iron. No… more like a deep wound made from a sword… Just like the scar on her arm Tadayoshi had made, those words were part of her forever. Even if the girl wanted, she could never go back; she was someone who lived in the way of the sword now. And someday she would die in the same path.

    “I’ve killed many that deserved to die and many that didn’t. I don’t know which side the samurai belonged. He wanted to avenge his brother, but I felt more grief than hate from him.” Tadayoshi took a deep breath, wincing in pain. He leaned even more on the sword, the effort of speaking draining the rest of his strength. “There are times when we must fight, when we must survive no matter the cost. When it comes, we cannot grieve the lives we take. All we can do is learn and move on.”

    Tadayoshi closed the good eye and pressed the side of his head with the free hand, trying to stop the blood. He panted, and his face lost some of its color, but he showed a weak smile when he turned to Ei again.

    “That time is different for each one of us. I can’t teach it to you. No one can. You must learn that on your own. I just hope that when that time comes for you, you’ll wield your sword with no regrets and when you meet your mother, you won’t lower your head ashamed for the life you lived.”

    Even with her mind still numb, Ei understood. Deep within her soul, she feared that. To kill without care or regret. To become like the bandits that changed her life. She told herself she would never become that type of swordswoman, but the fear of losing herself in the sword was always there in her heart.

    Before she realized, there was a weak smile on her lips, to her own surprise. Ei truly hated the fact that Tadayoshi knew what was on her mind.

    The girl looked at her cleaned hands again. Even if I can’t see, they’re stained, soiled, red forever… I’ll have to carry these for the rest of my life. The thought didn’t seem as heavy as before. In her mind, she screamed the same thing she said when decided to follow Tadayoshi. I wanna be strong! I will be strong!

    She tried standing, but her knees cave in. With a deep breath, she forced herself to stand up anyway. Her master didn’t offer a hand. For a moment, Ei thought it was because he couldn’t, but she realized it wasn’t that and was grateful for her master once more. In this world, I need my own strength to stand, to survive, she told herself.

    --- Double Post Merged, Dec 24, 2017 ---
    Chapter 18
    “We should go back. It’s already this late…” Tadayoshi looked up. The moon and the stars shared the red sky timidly with the setting sun. Then he turned to her. “You need to clean yourself and change clothes first. I doubt anyone will let you go inside the town like this.”

    Besides the blood, Ei was covered with dirt, sweat, and leaves. Her clothes had small tears here and there and her arms and legs full of cuts and scratches. When did… ah… when I climbed the tree, she realized, letting out a weak chuckle. In the last night of the festival, when everyone will try to look their best, I look like this.

    Ignoring her strengthless body, Ei climbed the tree again, going to one of the lowest and largest branches, where she had left their belongings before rushing to the top. She jumped down, bent her knees when she landed and glanced at her master.

    Tadayoshi rested his back against the tree and supported himself with the sword. His face winced with each breath he took. He’s too focused on recovering his strength to pay attention to me, she thought before undressing and washing herself on the river.

    When she got out of the water, she dried her body with the clothes she wore until now and put on her old one. I’ve only had this clothes since yesterday, and I’m already thinking it’s old, she thought, chuckling.

    For a moment, Ei stared the green kimono. The idea of tossing it on the river cross her mind. She lifted her arm, but when was about to swing, she gave up. She lowered her hand and felt the fabric with her fingers. These clothes are proof that I… Without finishing the thought, she walked back to her master.

    Tadayoshi still rested against the tree. His face hadn’t recovered his normal color, but his breathing was normal and he didn’t wince as much. “Go back to the city. Take a warm bath. It’ll help you feel better,” he said in a strained voice. But even with all his pain, he showed a smile. “It’s best if I stay here. The guards will definitely find me suspicious and I’d rather avoid that. See if you can bring some food.”

    Ei nodded without a word. Tadayoshi closed his good eye and remained as he was, taking deep breaths.

    He’s strong. Ei believed in that. No, she knew that he was. Master was… is the disciple of Yasuhiro-sama, the strongest samurai… and yet he almost died today… Guess there are many strong people in this world… The girl looked at the sky and felt small. I need… I will become strong and fight alongside my master, she reaffirmed her determination, closing her fist.

    Ei started making her way back to the city, but halted and turned in the direction of the man she had killed. With her eyes closed, she bit her lips, took a deep breath and walked towards the cadaver.

    The samurai was still in the same position, the remaining hand covering his face. The blood had dried from where Ei had attacked him. She tried moving the arm, but with the armor, it was too heavy for her.

    Gathering all that was left of her strength, she managed to move just enough to take the rest of the mask. She did not know why, but she needed to see the face of the samurai, to burn the face of the first man she had killed in her mind. Even without life, there was something in those eyes. They’re the same as the samurai in my village…

    With a feeling of emptiness, Ei walked away from the samurai and headed back to the city.

    The sun was almost gone by the time she returned to Mino. The moment she entered the gates, she knew there was something different in the last day of Obon. The city felt much livelier than yesterday. There are even more people…

    Despite everyone making some room to avoid touching Ei, it didn’t make finding their lodging any easier. Even on the second day in the city, everything still seemed new to her. She didn’t recognize any house, no store, no table, and just walked in the general direction she remembered. By the time she reached the lodging, it was night.

    The place was almost empty; apart from a couple in charge, though they looked ready to leave, most guests had already left for the festival. Ei joined three of women who were late for the bath.

    Though the fire was almost gone, the water was still warm. Even on the hot night, it was a relief for her the girl. For a moment Ei thought of staying all night long enjoying the bath. But when she realized the other women had already finished, she reluctantly left the wooden tub.

    “Excuse me,” the young woman in charge said, bowing slightly to Ei when the girl was heading out.

    With just those words, Ei could feel the anger behind the forced courtesy. She wants to go to the festival with that man and I’m in the way.

    “Your… father,” the woman’s cheeks went red and she hid her smile with a hand, “left some clothes in your room earlier and asked me to help you with it.”

    For some reason, the woman’s attitude annoyed Ei, but she still followed her. In their bedroom, folded on top of the straw pile that was her bed, there was a yukata. Dark blue with cherry blossom petals embroidered. On top of the yukata, a vivid red obi and a pair of wooden sandals on the corner. Ei sat on the bed, admiring the clothes. For me…?

    With the woman’s help, Ei dressed the yukata. It was harder than she had imagined. The clothes were tight and hard to walk, but the real trouble was the obi. The bow was so complicated she didn’t believe anyone could do it by herself.

    The woman finished with a small comb with a flower as decoration. Though Ei’s hair had grown since she left her village, it was still short. But somehow the woman found a way to tie the wild and hard hair with the comb on the side of her head.

    “You look beautiful. Your father will certainly say so.”

    Despite the woman’s attitude, Ei could tell the compliment was honest, and her cheeks flushed. The girl followed the woman to the entrance, where the man was waiting. The three of them were the last ones in the inn. Ei thanked her again and left before the couple.

    The streets were almost deserted. Apart from the guards, few people still lingered within the city’s walls. Ei saw a group of three women and three men talking happily and followed them. One woman noticed the girl. She stared with a weird expression and then whispered to the other two, who turned their heads too.

    They kept glancing and whispering so much Ei grew tired. She put some distance between her and the group. When they were outside her view, the girl saw a bucket of water against fire in front of a house. With her curiosity growing, she made her way to it to check herself.

    For a moment she didn’t believe it was her face and blinked a few times. The face of a beautiful girl, with the hair tied on an elegant knot and dressed in clothes that matched, stared her back. Is this me…? Before she realized it, she smiled and felt satisfied with the women’s expression, though she didn’t know why.

    Still smiling, she followed the last people leaving the gates. Everyone headed the closest riverbank from the city. Ei turned to a different direction, going to where her master waited for her. It took almost twice the time to get there. She wasn’t used to the wooden sandals and the yukata didn’t allow large or quick strides.

    Tadayoshi was near the tree, watching the river with his arms crossed. Even from the distance, Ei could tell he had washed himself and put on a yukata too. A dark blue with no other detail.

    When she was close enough, he turned. Ei stopped for a moment, surprised at her master’s appearance. Tadayoshi didn’t look like someone who had a mortal fight hours earlier. The only vestige was the bandage underneath his wild black hair. When she realized the bandage was a piece of the green kimono, she laughed.

    Apart from the clothes, the true difference was on his waist. Now Tadayoshi had three swords. The one he got from his master on his left side and the other two on the right. Ei knew he had cleaned them. Even though he barely had let her use a real blade, he had thought her how to clean a sword.

    Somehow, it was comforting to her seeing him like that. I hope I can be like that too, she thought, stopping in front of him.

    “I was somewhat worried. I had no idea if pull off wearing good clothes,” he said, looking her from head to toe. Then he showed his playful smile. “But I’ll admit that I’m wrong. You clean up good. But let’s be honest. My taste in clothes is great.”

    “Thanks.” Ei wasn’t angry by his words. In fact, she was surprised by her laugh. It’s my stupid master’s way of saying I look good. “Where did you get these clothes?”

    “I borrowed,” he said in a voice rid of guilt, thought his face showed otherwise.

    It took some time, but Ei laughed when she remembered their conversation from that morning. It feels like it happens ages ago. “What’s that?”

    Near the foot of the tree, there was a square piece of wood, no bigger than his hand. In each corner there was a wooden shaft with paper rice connecting it all. On the center, there was a candle burning weakly.

    “Have you ever heard of Tooro Nagashi? It’s a tradition on the last day of the festival,” he said when she shook her head. Then he indicated the river with his chin. “Look.”

    Hundreds, perhaps thousands of tiny lights floated down the stream. They illuminated the river, shining like stars on the dark waters. Ei narrowed her eyes, trying to see what created such beauty. Lanterns, she realized, just like the one on Tadayoshi’s hand, though most were much more elegant.

    Some were big and round, so bright they seemed like a tiny suns. Others were small and shone looked like flowers. The lights were red, green, yellow… every color Ei knew running down the stream. A big red lantern distinguished from the others. The flame inside was so intense it out shunned the others around it. That must be the lord’s, she thought, watching the endless stream of lanterns. Will they all end on the sea too?

    “The spirits closed ones… those who came back to see their family and friends… they need a light to guide them back in safety…” Tadayoshi tried to speak as usual, but Ei could tell why he couldn’t.

    He’s thinking about Yasuhiro-sama. Ei glanced as her master's, who fought back his tears. Shaking his head, Tadayoshi handed the lantern to her. She stared into his eyes until he nodded.

    Ei took the lantern and they walked to the river together. Pulling the sleeves of her clothes, she knelt carefully and placed the lantern on the water, giving a little push. Their tiny and simple lantern joined with the others. She tried to keep track of it, but soon lost. Guess it’s impossible, she thought, a sad smile on her lips.

    As they watched the lanterns float down the river, a mist appeared above the water. It was so thin Ei wasn’t sure it was real, or the lights were tricking her eyes. Without getting denser, the mist started gathering around each lantern.

    Ei was still looking for theirs, and couldn’t believe when she found it.

    Above each light, the mist slowly acquired human shape. Above their lantern, a face appeared. But it wasn’t just any face; it was one she had known and loved her entire life.

    Mom… It shouldn’t be possible. She was dead. Ei knew that. And yet her mother’s face was there, almost visible. But her smile was just like she remembered. Silent tears fell from the girl’s eyes.

    She wasn’t sure if she was imagining or not, but that didn’t matter. To her, it was real. The spirits of beloved ones who weren’t in this world anymore came to visit once a year. Her mother was there, smiling at the girl once again.

    But she wasn’t alone.

    By her side, above the same lantern, there was a face of a man. His hair was short and just as messy. And despite the appearance of dignity, there was something wild, young, and strong on that old face.

    She looked up. Tadayoshi stared the river in tears, just like her.

    Ei didn’t have to ask. She knew whom the spirit was. Without a word, she held his hand and he squeezed back.

    They observed the lights and the spirits in silence, the stream taking away the people they loved once more.

    The End

    Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
    This chapters is the end of Part 2, Ei's arch.
    Part 3 should be coming around March or April.
    But until then, there'll be a little short story title "A tale of two brothers."

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    Thanks for the story! Ei’s arch was very interesting and enjoyable to read. I like seeing how her character developed over time.

    Can’t wait to read the next arch!
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    Thanks for reading.
    And don't worry. I have something huge planned for Part 3.
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 6, 2018, Original Post Date: Dec 24, 2017 ---
    Hi everyone. Here's the first chapter of the spinoff.
    It's a short story with quick chapters, but I think you'll like it.

    A Tale of Two Brothers 1
    No matter for how long he sat, the boy did not complain.

    No matter how much his legs throbbed, the boy did not complain.

    He barely noticed the pain and numbness for sitting in the same position for so long.

    Because he was too concentrated on burning everything in his memories. He made sure he would remember everything about this day forever.

    The day when his father would receive his greatest glory from the Lord himself.

    “I don’t know why he should be promoted,” a samurai whispered.

    “And to think a low samurai like him will receive those Muramasa swords from the Lord…” another samurai answered, his whisper low enough so only those close to him could hear. But his voice wasn’t so low enough to hide his jealousy.

    The boy was not bothered. He had already prepared himself for that. The people around him and his brother did not want them there. But he did not care. Because they were not the ones who invited them. It was the Lord himself.

    All those men seating in the long meeting room were important people. Great warriors, samurai of valor, nobles. They were people who led the country, who led the peasants, who protected them.

    They were the men he boy admired and wanted one day to stand on the same ground as them. Through my own merit, he thought, pressing his lips to hide his smile, closing his fist hard to stop the quivering of excitement.

    That’s why the boy wanted to remember every detail of this day forever. It wasn’t just his father’s greatest glory; it was what he envisioned for himself in the future. Every time he trained with his brother or alone, he saw himself in the same position as his father was right now.

    The moment the Lord entered the room, all the conversations stopped. Even the important samurai bowed their heads to the older man.

    After all the formalities were done, the ceremony began. The boy barely heard the rewards and titles the Lord’s retainer hand out. He was too excited for that.

    When the retainer called the boy’s father’s full name, the first time he had heard in a ceremony, everyone grew quiet. The silence was absolute. But it different than with the others. It wasn’t a silence of admiration for the lowly samurai who had managed to defeat a thousand soldiers with only 200.

    The boy saw it clearly. There was only contempt on the samurai’s eyes.

    But that didn’t matter at all to him.

    His father got up, walked towards the Lord and sat before him in the correct way. He placed both hands on the ground, and then lowered his head, so low his forehead was almost touched his fingers.

    The Lord told him to raise his head in his deep voice. He said their victory on the battlefield was only achieved because he managed to stop enemy’s reinforcements.

    The nobles and samurai acknowledged that fact, even if grudgingly.

    The boy pressed his lips harder to stop his urge to smile as he heard the whispers.

    Because even if his father was a low Lord and a samurai as well, and even had blood relations with the main family, he was the third son of a fourth son. He had rights to nothing, and no talent to compensate.

    To them, his father didn’t belong there. But even so, they had to acknowledge his deeds today.

    To their eyes, the reward the lowly samurai was about to receive was a waste. But he had earned those two swords.

    Asahi and Yuuhi. Sunrise and sunset, the boy had already memorized the names. Now it was hard to keep the smile out of his face. Even if he was still learning the letters, he had already learned how to write the swords’ names.

    With his head still lowered, the lowly samurai raised both hands. When the swords were given to him, the boy saw his father’s hands twitch, itching to close around the sheath.

    But his father didn’t do that. Instead, he said thank you in a voice full of emotion. With all the dignity he could muster, the lowly samurai rose and walked back to his seat between his sons.

    Other names were called, other rewards were given, but the boy only had eyes for the swords his father placed before himself.

    One day, one of those katana will be mine, the boy thought, not bothering to stop his imagination. He knew it would be his someday. His father had said so.

    One day, with Asahi or Yuuhi, I’ll make my name known throughout the land. I’ll travel this country and face the strongest warriors until I’m the best.

    But even so, the boy had promised himself he would work hard to be worthy of his father’s greatest glory.

    “Ichirou, Jirou,” the samurai said in a low voice after they left the main room. He held both swords in his hands. “One day they’ll belong to you. But only if you two are worthy of them. Not because of me. But because these swords were a gift from our Lord.”

    The eyes from them both shone. They nodded together.

    “We will, father,” the boys said at the same time, the excitement on their voices.

    The father smiled.

    “Which sword do you want, brother?” the boy asked to his older brother when someone called their father and they could speak freely.

    “You should be the one to choose,” Ichirou said, his smile somewhat sad. “You have more talent with a sword than I …”

    Jirou stretched out his arm to put a hand on his tall brother’s shoulder.

    “Even if people say that, you have your own talent as well. Your strength is something most would envy,” the young samurai said. “Remember this. You and I will both be great samurai one day. And since you’re the oldest, you’ll inherit father’s house and I’ll support you, brother.”

    Ichirou showed a bright smile.

    Jirou did the same. Someday I’ll make mine name known across the land. I’ll be the best samurai after Yasuhiro-sama, the boy promised himself.
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    Good job :thumbs

    I see why the samurai is so intent on getting the sword back. It's nice to read another POV and understand why he was upset that Tadayoshi took his brother's sword away.

    Will we see other characters from their POVs?
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    Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
    I wanted to show more about the enemies, but since I don't make a flashback like in shounen anime, I had to do this spinoff
    Yes, there'll be one more POV, but it'll take a while.
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 10, 2018, Original Post Date: Feb 6, 2018 ---
    A Tale of Two Brothers 2
    No matter how many times he slashed and killed, Jirou felt empty. As the last bandit fell from his blade, he stared at his weapon tainted with blood.

    Is this how you fell, father? Did it feel this empty obeying the Lord? Killing this group of bandits is the same as dirtying my sword. They’re trash that don’t deserve to die at my, at a samurai’s hands.

    With one swing, he cleaned the blood from his blade and sheathed the sword. Is that why Yasuhiro-sama left his house? Because he felt there was something more for him? He turned to the leader he had killed. Killing them won’t bring honor to my name…

    They were not weak bandits. As time passed and the war came closer, they grew both in numbers and in infame. So much the new Lord, son of the previous one, sent a group of forty foot soldiers led by one of his generals to deal with them.

    When no one came back, the Lord offered a reward for killing the group. Jirou volunteered to lead the new group. He had no need for the money. Other than his daily necessities, he didn’t care for riches or luxury. But he wanted the honor of serving his Lord. The honor for saving the region from those bandits.

    But when the samurai got there, he realized there was little honor in killing those bandits. Because their only strength was their numbers. After Jirou broke that advantage, killing them all was just a matter of time.

    However, that didn’t make the samurai happy. He touched the hilt of his sword, of Asahi. Father, you always talked about how much honor there was in serving the Lord, but is that true? How much honor can a samurai gain by killing men like them? For how many years will I be soiling my sword with their blood?

    Without realizing, the samurai squeezed the handle of Asahi harder. Forgive me father but I’m unlike you. I see no honor in serving the new Lord… All I can see is my blade dulling… As he closed his eyes and thought, he heard something.

    Screams. But not of pain. Not of fear. Screams of joy.

    Opening his eyes, Jirou saw the people of the village running towards him. They cry and thanked him for defeating the bandits who had taken over their village. Then he realized something.

    For those peasants, he wasn’t just a samurai. He was their savior, someone who would be remembered for a long time.

    With a tiny smile, Jirou accepted their invitation and joined in the humble celebration. Guess there’s some honor in this too, right, father? Even if it’s unknown forever. He looked towards the bright sky.

    If I can breathe, I can fight. As long as I have a sword in my hands, I can carve my own path to honor. Isn’t that right, Yasuhiro-sama?

    Father, please, forgive my disrespect, but I think you’re wrong. Honor isn’t something you receive from others. Is something you earn for yourself.

    After many more thanks, the samurai and his soldiers left the village. He headed to his Lord’s stare to report the situation, but there was something different in him. He was no longer the same samurai who had left the fortress.

    I won’t hesitate anymore. I’ll use my blade the way I want. That’s is my samurai way.

    It was night by the time their arrived.

    “Jirou-sama!” The samurai heard someone screaming when the gates became visible. “Jirou-sama!”

    One of the servants ran towards the samurai’s horse. He stopped a few steps away from the animal and bowed to him in a hurry, barely breathing.

    “Jirou-sama, I have… terrible news…” the man tried to speak before recovering his breath. “Your father… Daigorou-sama… has been arrested… for betraying… our Lord!”

    Jirou felt the world going cold and numb.

    Father… arrested… for betrayal…
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 13, 2018 ---
    A Tale of Two Brothers 3
    Father… Father… Jirou tried to think, but his mind could not for a thought.

    He turned to the servant, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find words.

    “How… why…” the samurai couldn’t form a question, his voice lost in his throat.

    “Your father, Daigorou-sama… disobeyed a direct order… from the Lord…” The man did not meet the samurai’s eyes. All he did was stare at the ground, his head down the entire time, his fist trembling.

    Jirou stopped breathing, the reins slipping through his fingers. Even if he couldn’t think, there was one thing the samurai knew; he needed to know the entire story. He needed to see his father.

    Father… He forgot everything. He forgot he should inform the Lord about his mission. He forgot about all the soldiers behind him. He could only think about his father.

    “Where is he?” Jirou finally managed to ask the servant.

    After the trembling man told him, Jirou got off his horse. He headed to where his father was, but the guards wouldn’t let him pass, blocking his path with their spears.

    The samurai blinked, vaguely noticing the weapons and the people standing in his way. When he realized what was happening, he looked at each soldier, his eyes growing empty.

    “I can kill the four of you before you could even think of attacking me,” he whispered in a cold voice.

    The guards exchanged looks with each other, hesitating under those words. Even if he was young, the samurai’s ability with a sword was known throughout the fortress. The soldiers knew his threat wasn’t empty. But even so, they stood their grounds and didn’t let him pass.

    “I would advise against that,” a deep voice said from the other side of the door. The next moment, the wooden door slid open, and a large man walked towards the samurai.

    The Lord’s advisor stood before Jirou with all his height, looking down on the younger man. Under those sharp eyes that seemed to look deep into one’s mind, the samurai faltered. It had been like that all his life.

    But even so, the samurai held his stare, not blinking once. Jirou made sure to keep his hand away from the handle of his sword, but his fingers trembled from the effort.

    The advisor noticed that and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “That will not help. It will only bring more shame to your father and the end of your life,” he said in a heavy voice.

    Jirou widened his eyes. Those were probably the only words that could make him stop to think about the consequences of his actions. He’s… right… This won’t help father… The samurai closed his eyes, pressed his lips and swallowed his rage. When he opened his eyes again, he managed to control his tone of voice.

    “You’re right, Muneakira-sama,” he said, bowing his head to the older warrior. “Then, could you please explain what is the situation. Why has my father been arrested for treason?”

    The advisor took a long time to answer. “Your father has disobeyed a direct order from our Lord,” he said, his voice indicating there was no need for more explanation.

    But there was something more. The samurai could tell.

    “What was the order my father disobeyed?”

    The advisor stared into his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he closed them. “Daigorou had strict orders not to attack a group of enemy’s troops. But when he realized they would trample a village in the way, he engaged the enemy.”

    The samurai couldn’t believe what he heard. “How can saving a village, saving lives, be considered treason?”

    “Thanks to your father’s action, the enemy became aware of our Lord’s plans. The main troops changed their path and we lost many warriors on the field.”


    “Your father will be committing seppuku tomorrow morning,” Muneakira-sama interrupted before the young samurai could finish his sentence.

    The word echoed for a long time in Jirou’s mind. As he understood the reality by that simple word, the world became dead. There was no sound, warmth, color, everything.

    Seppuku… my father… to keep his honor… will take his own life…

    The world not only died; it broke.

    The man the samurai admired the most. Even if he wasn’t the strongest, his father was someone who always believed in doing the right thing. Who believed honor and loyalty were above glory. Someone who would never lower his sword if he could save a life. Even if just one peasant, he would swing his blade.

    And that man would be taking his own life.
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 17, 2018 ---
    A Tale of Two Brothers 4
    “Let… let me speak with my father,” the samurai said despite his dry throat. “Please…”

    The advisor shook his head. “I cannot let you. Orders from our Lord. And… Your father should have the last hours of his life for himself.”

    “Please… let me speak to him,” Jirou said with difficulty. It hurt to speak. Despite his numb body, Jirou knelt in dogeza, putting both hands on the floor and bowing his forehead until it touched his hands. He closed his eyes to stop his tears. “Please…”

    The older warrior kept his silence for a long time. The samurai knew he was putting the advisor in a difficult situation. Muneakira-sama wanted to help, but even so, he himself could not disobey a direct order.

    “I’ll allow,” another voice rang above Jirou’s head.

    The samurai raised his eyes in time to see the Lord. The guards and the advisor lined against the wall to make room for the man and bowed.

    Jirou kept his position, looking up at his Lord.

    “I’ll allow for you to speak to your father, Jirou,” the Lord repeated.

    “But my Lord—” one of the guards spoke, but was interrupted.

    “This isn’t about Daigorou’s betrayal. It’s not about a traitor. It’s about a son meeting with his father. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow at least that?”

    “Thank you… my… Lord…” Jirou managed to say without letting his tears escape. He kept kneeling until the Lord walked away. The advisor touched his shoulder and went after his superior without saying a word.

    “Father!” Jirou said the moment the guards let him enter the room.

    Daigorou was sitting on a cushion and writing something. He didn’t raise his head immediately. First, he finished writing, placed the brush down and pushed himself away from the little table. Only then he raised his eyes to see his son.

    “Jirou…” the older samurai said in a low voice. He smiled but then lowered his head, not meeting his son’s eyes.

    Jirou felt as if he had been stabbed with a sword. To see the man he admired like that hurt more than any defeat. “Please, father, don’t lower your head… not to me…”

    “But I must, my son,” he said in the same low and weak voice. “I have brought shame to myself, to our family, to you. How could I meet your eyes after what I have done?”

    Jirou was on the verge of crying. But he held the tears back. He had to. For his father.

    “How can saving innocent people be shameful?”

    “That I cannot say. Only the Heaven knows. Because for those hundred lives that I saved, I killed a thousand soldiers. Not just soldiers, they were people that I knew, my friends, your friends…”

    With those words, the samurai understood. His father wasn’t going to take his own life to protect his honor. He saved the village, but in order to pay for those that died, he would pay with his own life.

    The pain and the desire to cry tore the samurai on the inside, but he still kept firm. Because if his father wasn’t going to cry, neither would he. That would bring shame to the man he admired the most.


    Both samurais stayed in quiet for a long time.

    “Where’s Asahi?” the older warrior asked, breaking the silence.

    “With the guards,” Jirou managed to answer despite his dry throat. “They wouldn’t let me in with it.”

    The samurai showed a sad smile and sighed. “Too bad. I wanted to see one of the greatest honor our family with my own eyes one last time.”

    Despite all his effort, the samurai couldn’t keep in him any longer. “Father…”

    “Please, don’t cry, son. I have brought this on myself. The only way to repay is with my own life… And besides, I will see your mother…” he showed the same sad smile.

    How can taking your own life make anything better? The samurai wanted to scream, but kept the words to himself with a great effort.

    “But you have done nothing wrong. So, please, never lower your head. And take care of your older brother. He might be big and strong, but he has a soft heart. I’m glad he found a great wife to make sure he doesn’t fall on the wrong path.”

    “Father, I—”

    “Thank you for being a great son, Jirou. You’ve been blessed with both skills and looks. I just wish I’d see you find a wife before this.” He smiled at Jirou, but it was the saddest smile the samurai had ever seen on his father. “Sorry for not being an honorable father that I wanted to be.”

    “No, father… Please… don’t say that… you have been a great father, so don’t… don’t…” Jirou lost his words due to his tears.

    For a long time, they both said nothing, only the cries of a son losing his father echoed inside the room.
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    Thanks for the update! After reading these chapters, I understand why Ichirou was so intent on retrieving the sword. I felt sorry for the dad because his actions saved the villagers but doomed him to death. Poor Jirou! Losing the one person he admires! :(
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    Thanks for the comment. I'm really glad I'm managing to portrait the feelings of the brothers in a good way.
    I was a little afraid it'd seem like one of those shounen flashbacks, only to make the audience "pity" the villain for a while
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 20, 2018, Original Post Date: Feb 18, 2018 ---
    A Tale of Two Brothers 5
    “Jirou, we must do something!” Ichirou almost screamed the next morning before the ceremony. From his exhausted appearance, he had ridden the entire night to get there in time. “There must be something! Anything!”

    “There’s nothing we can do, brother,” the samurai said in a hollow voice, barely looking his older brother in the eyes. “Father has accepted his fate. He chose this. For the sake of his honor and the lives that were lost because of him.”

    Ichirou stared his brother, not believing what he had just heard. “It’s our father we’re talking about!” he shouted, attracting attention. But the taller samurai didn’t seem to care at all. “We must—”

    “Please, brother… Please… accept… father’s wishes…” Jirou managed to say in a hoarse voice, on the verge of tears.

    Ichirou realized that. He bit his lips, held his words and lowered his eyes. Jirou couldn’t cry. Neither could he. Not now, not when many important people gathered to see the ceremony.

    Then the older brother faced the reality as well. There was nothing they could do to change the fate of their father. With a sigh of defeat, Ichirou ran his huge hands over his face slowly, taking a deep breath.

    Jirou couldn’t face the expression his brother did. He couldn’t see without the urge to cry inside him getting stronger. He turned to face the sky. The sun shone strongly with no clouds to soften its warmth.

    Against his will, the samurai started remembering things from his childhood. When he and his brother would sneak out at night to practice. When their father joined on their late-night secret training. When their mother caught them, and give the three of them a lecture. When they all slept outside under the moonlight and their parents would their kids stories about Yasuhiro-sama.

    The samurai touched his chest, where the letter, the last one, his father had written. Through his clothes, he squeezed the paper, remembering the words. I’m sorry. Protect your brother. Even now, as his father cleansed himself for the ceremony, Jirou could only imagine his father’s sad smile as he asked his final request.

    “I’ll be serving our Lord,” Jirou said after a long while, after he managed to control himself.

    Ichirou widened his eyes, his face showing he had not understood.

    “I’ll be serving the Lord in father’s place,” the samurai repeated in a firmer voice this time.

    “But I’m the eldest,” Ichirou said slowly. “I should be the one—”

    “Yes, it should be you.” Jirou raised his head to look his brother in the eyes. “But I’ll serve him instead. I already talked to the Lord. Since it was father’s last request, the Lord has accepted without any complaints.”

    Ichirou opened his mouth, but closed it without saying a word. He took a deep breath and then showed a sad smile. “Guess the Lord would be happy this way. You’re always the strongest… Despite my size, I’ve never won against you… Who would want a samurai like me when they can have you?” the man let out a hollow chuckled.

    Jirou stopped himself before he could comfort his brother. It’s the best for him… he has a family… he has a son… there’s no reason for him to deal with the Lord… “It’s for the best… brother… Father wanted…”

    Ichirou gave him a long and hard stare. “If this is for the best, then why are your eyes so empty?”

    “That’s…because…” Jirou could not find a reason to say without mentioning his father. After a long time, he lowered his eyes. “It was father’s request. To make you free and live the life you want with your family.”

    “But what about you?” Ichirou said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “You’re not meant to serve our Lord. Don’t tell me you forgot your dream? You admired and wanted to be like Yasuhiro-sama ever since we were kids. I know you wished to be free and travel and get even stronger. Please… don’t destroy your dreams… not for me… I’m already losing a father… I don’t want to lose my brother too…”

    Jirou looked around. Many people, important people, stopped to stare at the brothers’ discussion. Even though he couldn’t hear their whispers, he could tell they were judging him and his family.

    “Dreams a for kids, brother,” Jirou said in a cold and low voice. “I spoke about that when I knew nothing of the world. What kind of samurai, what kind of honor, would I find if I didn’t serve a Lord? I will serve.”

    Once again, Ichirou opened and closed his mouth when he couldn’t find anything to say back.

    “Jirou…” Just as the younger brother, the older one was on the verge of crying. “What kind of destiny is this?” he whispered so only Jirou would hear.

    “Don’t feel sad, brother. You have the chance to live the life you deserve. Please, raise your kid so once day he will be a samurai just like father.”

    The brothers didn’t exchange any more words after that. All they did was seats in the long room where the ceremony would occur.

    The vision of their father in white clothes taking his own life was one they could never forget for the rest of their lives.
    --- Double Post Merged, Feb 25, 2018 ---
    A Tale of Two Brothers 6 - Final
    The samurai only stared at the dead body on the floor in silence. He looked at the face he knew for his entire life with his mind blank.

    He knew he should be crying, on the verge of tears. But on the inside, there was nothing. He was empty.

    “Honey,” his wife spoke in a low voice. “You can’t stay here forever.”

    Ichirou made no sign he had heard. All he did was sit, look and breath.

    Instead of insisting, the woman realized nothing she said would make any difference. The only thing she could do was stay by his side. Because, before anything, her husband had to accept the reality first.

    Because now, Ichirou had to live in a world without his brother, father, and mother. All the people he grew up with were in a place where he could not reach.

    The samurai touched his brother’s cold hand, not sure what to think or what to feel. But then, there was something in his mind. His brother was no longer in this world. He has gone to where father and mother are, Ichirou thought. And then, for the first time since he heard the news, he cried.

    “It should have been me,” he said in a low hoarse voice. “I… I should be the one serving our Lord… not him…”

    “Don’t blame yourself, Ichirou,” his wife and mother of his son said in a comforting voice. “This is not your fault.”

    “But… If I just had been firmer that day… when father…” The memory of the day of his father’s death was too much for him. Ichirou let out more tears, not bothering about honor or behavior. “Jirou was so strong. He should’ve been free to serve whom he wanted. He should’ve followed his dream of traveling the country and meeting strong opponents. Just like Yasuhiro-sama… But he went to serve the Lord in my place. The life we have now is thanks to him… and I never said that…”

    “He knew,” the woman said in a low voice, holding back her own tears. She knew very well the sacrifices her husband’s brother had done for them. She had always been thankful for that. “He knew…”

    Those words made Ichirou cry louder.

    “I always had some resentment about this. I knew he was stronger. Always knew. But when he said he’d be serving in father’s place, I… I thought I couldn’t live with the shame. How could the younger brother server instead of the eldest? But as I saw how much serving such low Lord was killing him on the inside… I knew he did all that for me… So we could have a happy life…”

    There was nothing comforting his wife could say. She gave up words and got closer to him, wrapping her arms around his.

    “Thanks to me, Jirou will now have his name tainted forever. He will always be known as the samurai who served a traitor…”

    His own words only made the man cry even more. And now the woman couldn’t hold her tears anymore.

    They lost track of time as they mourned the dead samurai.

    After a long time, Ichirou allowed the people to prepare his brother.

    “Where’s his sword?” he asked the man who had brought the news and his brother’s body. His voice was barely a croak, but even so, it was loud enough to scare the man. “Where’s Asahi?”

    The man trembled and gulped. “According to the reports, your brother’s sword was… taken by the swordsman who defeated him,” the small man said, closing his eyes, afraid of the samurai’s reaction.

    But the samurai didn’t react right away. The words took time to sink into his mind. “A swordsman?” he repeated in a slow voice, having trouble to grasp the idea. “An unknown swordsman managed to kill my brother…?”

    “Yes, and that swordsman…” the man read the report again, gulping even louder. He held his breath for a moment before speaking again. “The reports say that your brother said his name was Tadayoshi… and the swordsman didn’t deny the name…”

    Ichirou widened his eyes. “Tadayoshi…? Are you sure…?”

    “Yes… He had… the scars on his stomach…”

    “Tadayoshi…” Ichirou felt his mind working again. At the same time, he felt his emotions coming to the surface. “You’re telling me that the man without loyalty, the man that killed his own master, that kill Yasuhiro-sama, killed… my brother… and took his sword?”

    The man who brought the news lost his voice and could only nod.

    Ichirou felt the rage boiling inside him.

    “A man who betrayed one of the greatest men in this country has my brother’s, has Asahi now?” he howled.

    The man before him trembled and cowered in fear of the samurai’s fury. The people near them froze. Everyone in the region knew the samurai was a kind-hearted man. But when they heard or saw him in fury, there was no one who would stand in his way. No one dared to stop a man so huge.

    There was only one person who could calm him.

    As Ichirou had trouble breathing due to his rage, his wife put a hand on his arm—he was too tall for her to reach his shoulder. That eased the man’s fury a little.

    “I know what you’re thinking,” she said in a dignified voice. She turned him to face her husband in the eyes. “Will getting your family’s sword back bring any peace to your soul?”

    The samurai nodded. He was too enraged for words. With a blank expression, she tugged his sleeve so he would lean forward.

    “Then, please, make sure you don’t die,” she whispered only to him.

    In that moment, Ichirou finally realized. She wasn’t just some low noble’s daughter. She was a daughter, a wife, and a mother of a samurai. She too carried the weight he carried. She too mourned Jirou. Not because of he was her brother-in-law. Not because of him. But because she too had the soul of a samurai.

    As he stared into her eyes, he saw. Her eyes showed her decision, but behind them, there was worry. She doesn’t think I can kill Tadayoshi, Ichirou thought, feeling a cold stab in his heart. And she’s right. I cannot compare to my brother. How could I fight against the traitor that killed him?

    “There’s only one way you can fulfill your wish.”

    Without any more words, she led the way towards the dojo in their state.

    On the corner where the sun didn’t touch, there was a wooden closet. Inside, there was an armor. An armor that only he, only a man of his size, of his strength, could use. The only way he could fight Tadayoshi.

    After his wife opened the closet, she stepped away. The samurai ran a hand over the armor. Despite not being used for a long time, there wasn’t a single dust nor a single rust on it.

    I need to train to use it again. I need to train and become just as strong as my brother. No… To kill Tadayoshi, I need to be stronger than Jirou!

    The samurai knew it was impossible. He had been chasing his younger brother his entire life.

    Even so, with the help of his wife, he donned the armor for the first time in years, feeling all the weight of his brother’s honor on his shoulders, on his soul.

    Thanks for reading.
    This is the last chapter of the spinoff.
    Hope you enjoyed it.
    I could've said a bit more about Ichirou and Jirou's past, but I'm satisfied with the result.
    Next Sunday the main series will return and return to monthly release.
    See ya then
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    Thanks for the side story! It was enjoyable to read, and it added some depths to the antagonists. ^^

    Can't wait to read the next part~
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    Thanks. This kind of comment really makes me glad I wrote it.
    As I said, there was a bit more I could say, but I think it closed every loose end of Part 1 and 2.
    Now onto Part 3
    --- Double Post Merged, Mar 4, 2018, Original Post Date: Feb 28, 2018 ---
    Samurai NOT Part 3
    Chapter 1
    If Ei were to describe what she saw before her in few words, she would choose death and destruction.

    After a long time traveling, she and Tadayoshi had finally found a village. Or what was left of one. Most houses were either destroyed or consumed by fire and snow threatened to bury the ones still standing.

    With broken pieces of swords, spears, arrows, and armors spread throughout the houses and the fields nearby, it wasn’t hard to know imagined had happened. But that sight didn’t compare to what was partially buried by the snow falling relentlessly.

    There were so many bodies Ei couldn’t count them all. How many more are under the snow? The girl cleaned a bit of the snow with her foot; the little patch of grass she could see was tainted red with the blood of the, now, former villagers. Was the entire village slaughtered?

    When a cold wind blew, the girl trembled and hugged herself to keep warm.

    “Aren’t you glad you listened to me?” Tadayoshi asked in a presumptuous voice.

    He had warned to pack heavy clothes and prepared herself for cold. Summer ended a while ago and a colder than usual autumn had begun. Ei hadn’t believed it would be already cold enough to snow, even this north. Now she was glad she packed more than he had advised, though would never tell him that. He doesn’t need an ego boost, she told herself, pulling her clothes closer.

    “Awful…” It was the only thing Ei could say as she looked at the fate of the villagers again. She winced at the unpleasant memories brought by the scene. “My village could’ve ended like this… if you hadn’t appeared…”

    “No. Your village got caught in a crossfire thanks to a greedy idiot,” her master said, staring at the villagers. The conviction in his voice was more comforting than Ei would like to admit. Tadayoshi’s expression hardened when he indicated two bodies still holding their weapons. “This was… war…”

    Ei turned to the warriors but didn’t see any real difference between them. Both were big, full of scars, and wore shattered armors. One had died with an arrow through his head and held a sword carved into the other’s chest. She got closer and finally noticed what Tadayoshi wanted her to see.

    The armor of the one holding the sword had four yellow cherry blossom petals inside a circle as an emblem. She couldn’t figure out the other one’s emblem; the sword in his chest had pierced through it. Even so, the girl could tell it was different.

    Looking beyond them, Ei saw many broken banners. Some had the same petal emblem, but others had two swords crossing inside a red circle.

    “A fight between two armies,” Ei told her conclusion in a low voice.

    Tadayoshi nodded as he picked up a helmet almost broken in two. He ran his thumb on the crack and then dropped the helmet on the ground, which broke with the impact.

    “I think the fight began in the plains near the river. The losing army must’ve retreated and ended up bringing the fight to the village.”

    Ei kept quiet. After everything she had seen, it wasn’t hard to imagine that. To lose everything in the blink of an eye…

    “Let’s find a place to sleep,” said Tadayoshi, looking at the top of the mounting. I’m not in the mood to sleep halfway. Especially under this snow.”

    The moment he finished talking, Ei already knew what they had to do. While she collected firewood, Tadayoshi would look for a house or anything that still had four walls and a roof standing. Her master had already started his task, walking between the burned houses, but the girl hadn’t moved.

    A soldier’s body caught her attention. He died holding the fatal wound to his stomach, but there was something the way he had fallen. It’s like he died and fell on top of something, the girl thought, walking towards him. Then she found out what it was.

    The soldier had died on top of a woman hugging a kid as if shielding. Ei brought her hands together and made a silence pray for the mother, daughter, and the village before go looking for firewood.

    Her task was easier than her master’s. There was plenty wood for fire scattered outside the houses, already cut and ready to be used. While she had collected enough, Tadayoshi still hadn’t found a decent place for them to sleep.

    Despite the village being small, the houses were spread apart on a big area, some even build between the threes. Even if they made the village like this, it wasn’t enough to save them, Ei thought, watching her master appearing and disappearing. The sun had set by the time he found a good enough structure that wasn’t destroyed by the war.

    After he threw the useful things he found on the floor, Tadayoshi lite a fire and warmed his hands. Neither one of them made any food preparation; they had already before reaching the village. Ei was glad for that. She knew she would lose hunger after she saw the village.

    Even after everything she had seen and done by Tadayoshi’s side, even if she was surrounded by violence and death, the girl had never seen a massacre. Though she had killed in order to survive, it never crossed her mind to kill innocents for that.

    Could I do something like this? Kill people who didn’t raise their weapons at me? Ei wondered, glancing down at her sword. She wanted to say no, but something deep inside her held the answer. Her fingers ran along the scabbard and the guard. Then she closed her hand around the handle, her palm a perfect match for it after so much use. Ei could even hear the sound when she drew in her mind.

    Tadayoshi shifting in his seat brought her mind back. He leaned closer to the fire, his hands almost touching the flames. Even covered by fur, her master shivered. Despite not asking for anything, Ei opened the bag she carried and looked through its content. Soon she found one of the bear pelts they used to protect themselves against the cold nights.

    Tadayoshi grabbed the pelt moment he saw it, covering himself with it. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the sudden warmth. His breathing became slower, but Ei still saw the fog forming before his face.

    “Aren’t you glad I suggested this?” she said in the smuggest voice she had, showing him the bag.

    He looked at her and then back at the flames, mumbling something she didn’t understand. Even so, Ei saw the smile behind his lips and chuckled.

    When she suggested the bag, he was genuinely surprised. They bought it after selling Ichirou’s armor. Though it wasn’t big, it had the necessary for a long trip, something Tadayoshi had never thought about it.

    Her master told she would be the one carrying right after they bought it, saying something about being part of her training. When she suggested the idea, the girl knew she would be the one carrying anyway. So Ei didn’t complain at the beginning.

    However, after a while, she started bugging him about it. Not that she wanted him to carry. In fact, she was glad he never carried for her, no matter how exhausted she was. She would never be able to carry something this heavy before.

    Still, from time to time, Ei complained about the weigh or the straps digging into her shoulders, knowing full well that he would never carry nor even offer to do it. She just did it to annoy him.

    Tadayoshi stared at the flames, swaying back and forth slowly. Suddenly he shook his head and widened his eyes, trying to fight the sleep. But soon he gave up, find some straw in the house and dragged near the fire.

    Ei held her laugh as her master fell asleep. She knew fighting against sleep was a losing battle; she herself was losing that battle. It’s been a long day. Coming so far north was harder than we thought.

    Since they avoided the main roads whenever they could, they traveled through the forests and hills. Those paths were full of twist, steeps and many times they had to get off the trail due to a fallen tree or a boulder on the way. Ei also had a strong suspicion her master got lost a few times. It wasn’t the first time he made us walk around in circles until he found the right way, the girl thought, yawning.

    Ei rubbed her face. Keeping her eyes open became harder and harder with time, but she still refused to close them. Even if her master sensed no danger, there was something strange on this mountain. She could feel it. It wasn’t the massacre. Ever since they got near the mountain, she had a bad feeling.

    Trying to dismiss the feelings, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, letting her awareness reach out. Ei could only feel the cold and death around them. It’s like there’s a presence around me… with a blade at my neck, she thought, shivering.

    The girl pulled the other bear pelt from the bag and lied down with her back against Tadayoshi. The warmth coming from him was more comforting than the fire. Despite her uneasiness, the exhaustion won.

    The next morning, Ei woke moments after her master. The fire had gone out in the middle of the night, so she pulled the pelt as close as she could. Having more trouble than she should, the girl put all the useful stuff Tadayoshi had found inside the bag and then joined him in the search for food.

    Despite the lack of hunger, she wanted to eat as soon as possible and leave that place. She didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary. The massacre still wrapped her stomach. But as they collected any food from the houses, her eyes went to the corpses of mother and daughter.

    Thinking about her own mother, Ei picked up a shovel in the warehouse and began digging two shallow graves. She knew it had no meaning; there were so many dead parents and children around her burying just them was useless. Still, she kept digging.

    Her master wanted to say that it was meaningless too. She could tell as he glanced at her and sighed. But, for his disciple, he kept his mouth shut. As she worked, Tadayoshi searched for anything useful amongst the soldiers.

    Ei knew he was just making himself busy to let her dig in peace—it had been a long time since they had to sell swords and armors for money—and she was thankful for that.

    After a while, he gave up and walked to her side. With his help, burying mother and daughter was faster much faster. The graves were simple and had no decorations whatsoever, even so, Ei was satisfied with it.

    They both panted and sweated despite the cold. Her arms throbbed a little, though nothing compared to her trainings. But even after all the work, she didn’t feel hungry. Ei forced herself to eat some of the fruits, but Tadayoshi ended up eating almost all.

    She was still nibbling her third fruit when her master took off the fur and stood up with the wooden sword in hand, pointing at her. Ei smiled, ate the rest of the food in one bite, took off her fur and stood up drawing her sword as well.

    Some time ago, her trainings had changed. Her master stopped teaching her anything new and now only sparred with her. When she asked the reason, Tadayoshi said he had already taught her everything he knew.

    Now, according to him, the only thing she needed was what he couldn’t teach her; experience. The closest he could do for her was fight against her, always getting a bit harder and harder each day.

    Ei could already feel the results. She could already feel surpassing her limits with each fight. In the beginning, she always lost count how many times he had hit her; now it was less than a hundred.

    The first thing Ei noticed was the distance between them. She was outside his sword reach, but still took a few steps back. It was necessary in order to analyze the adversary’s movements and find any opening.

    But it was useless against her master. They knew each other too well, not to mention they and were training together for so long. Because of that, Ei knew any opening in Tadayoshi’s defense were made on purpose so that she could advance thinking it was possible to finally hit him for the first time.

    Tadayoshi advance with his sword raised before him. It was his way of not letting her know from where his strike would come. Ei knew he would aim at her head or arms. To him, she was too short to aim at her legs or hip. He could also strike at her hands, but after an incident where he hurt her pinky finger and she couldn’t use a sword for days, he never aimed at her hands again.

    She was free to hit anywhere she wanted. That is, if you can, he had said with his presumptuous smile.

    The first attack was at her head. It was a simple tactic he used to make her take a step back and lose the balance. It had worked too well in the first fights. Almost every time Ei raised her sword to block it out of reflex, but when she realized he was too fast for her to defend, she jumped backward and tripped on a rock or a root.

    Every time, the only comment from Tadayoshi was dead with the tip of his sword almost at her neck. Then he waited for her to stand up before attacking again.

    By now, Ei knew what to do and redirected his attack the right away. But, despite not using all his strength, Tadayoshi was much stronger than she. The girl knew she would exhaust herself too soon if she redirected every attack.

    Without taking her eyes from her master, Ei took advantage of her height and ducked before his next attack. The moment his sword passed above her head and she was safe, the disciple advanced, trying to take him off guard. Her targets were his knees or shins. Ei knew from personal experience people had trouble defending attacks from below.

    Tadayoshi already expected that, however. Before her sword could reach him, his weapon seemed to appear out of thin air and blocked hers. Ei showed a bitter smile without realizing. She knew that would happen. It was always like that.

    Also like always, Tadayoshi didn’t stop due to her failed attack. Using her moment of distraction, the swordsman stabbed her in the shoulder. “Dead.”

    Ei held her scream and ignored the pain. Shit! He’s never hit this strong, she thought. Little by little, in each training, he fought a bit more serious. Even so, the girl knew her master wasn’t even using half his true strength. When she realized it, it surprised her how much that didn’t bother her.

    Though Ei would never tell him, she enjoyed the fact she was far from fighting Tadayoshi for real. He was her goal, who she aimed to be. The further the distance between them, the stronger she would be when she finally reached him.

    “That’s all for now,” Tadayoshi announced, putting on the fur right away.

    Ei tried to get her fur as well, but she fell facing the snow, exhausted and in pain. The sparring hadn’t lasted long, and she wasn’t even hit that much; by her estimates, it was less than eighty times. But the last blow, on the back of her knee again, was too much.

    Despite the pain, she managed to keep standing at the time. According to Tadayoshi, if she fell in the middle of a fight, it could mean her death. But now that the sparring was over, it felt as if all the pain had accumulated and she couldn’t move anymore.

    Her master opened the bag, took two bamboo bottles and tossed one to her, along with the fur. Ei wrapped herself with the heavy fur, took the pin and turned the bottle over her mouth, choking with the cold water. She cleaned the lips with the back of the hand and drank again, glancing at her master. Despite the difference between their speed not being that much, she felt the frustration fill her.

    He was faster, sure, but with a lot of effort and concentration, she could keep up with him. Or at least she thought. But every time she felt her sword closer to reaching him, her master’s sword would appear out of nowhere to block. Despite being hit less time today, she was nowhere closer to hitting him.

    Ei let out a heavy sigh. It’s useless to think about that. The only thing I can do is to train and then train some more. She drank the rest of the water, put the bottle back in the bag and took a small wooden bowl and a cloth full of herbs. After choosing, she pummeled the plants into a yellow and green paste leaking out a foul smell. At least it’s not as bad as the last one, she remembered, wincing.

    With a deep breath, she dipped her fingers in the paste and pulled the fur with the free hand. Even if it was for a short while, she trembled with the cold. Ei rubbed the medicine first on the biggest bruises on her arms, almost covering from hand to shoulder.

    I’ll have to wash the fur as soon as we get out of here, she thought after she covered her arms. Ei knew it would be hard to clean anything on this cold mountain. It was most likely they would stink until they got off the mountain. How long that’s gonna take?

    The moment they started hearing a few strange rumors, Tadayoshi decided to go north. The further they went, the stranger the rumors became. Things like people climbing the mountain and never coming back. Or screeches of death coming from the peak. Or people saying they saw a monster lurking around.

    To the girl, they were just weird lies people told to scare bandits from the mountains, like many others they heard. But to her master, they were important and every time some out of the ordinary rumor pricked Tadayoshi’s interest, they went to verify.

    Ei had no idea where those rumors would lead them. Nor had a clue why Tadayoshi was so obsessed with them. But she knew one thing for sure; whatever the reason, it had some connection to do Yasuhiro-sama.

    Her master had shared a lot about his own master. Many stories about their travels, their fights, the truth behind the tales, but mostly about Yasuhiro-sama’ trainings. Tadayoshi liked to tell how Yasuhiro-sama was much harsher than he was, and Ei should feel lucky to have such kind master.

    But apart from those stories, she had heard nothing about the night when Tadayoshi’s master died. Nothing ever since their talk about her being ready to hear. It was frustrating at first. She thought her master was being annoying as usual.

    Only after a long time, Ei finally realized the truth. It was hard for him to talk about what happened that night, even now. As if it’s still hard for him to believe what happened… even if he’d never denied Yasuhiro-sama had died by his hands.

    Tadayoshi stared at the yellow paste in the bow with disgust. Ei chuckled at her master’s expression. He had some trauma with herbs and always avoided that kind of treatment. Something about having a bad reaction and ending up with a strong rash for days. She liked to bring that up whenever he was annoying her beyond normal. He hated so much he became in a foul mood and stopped teasing her.

    Of course, her master never told her that story. Tadayoshi would never reveal anything that might make him embarrassed; he would rather embarrass his disciple.

    She only found out when they visited a temple where, surprisingly, Tadayoshi wasn’t hated. And even more to her surprise, her master had people he would call friends. One of those few peoples, a priest named Ryuunosuke, or to her, Ryuu-sensei, told many things her master would rather keep her from ever knowing.

    Tadayoshi liked using his own stories as examples during her trainings, but she had never heard about his screw ups. But thanks to the priest, Ei knew her master had got half his scar on the belly after fighting a bear because of a lost a bet.

    Or that once, during a fight, he rolled on a pile of shit and the enemy let him go because couldn’t stand the smell anymore. Or that once he and had had to flee the village the same way he was born. Afterwards, no one wanted to treat the wounds he had due to riding a horse without a saddle.

    That wasn’t all the learned from the priest. Ryuu-sensei knew a lot about plants and medicine. Every time she and Tadayoshi stayed a while at that temple, he taught her a little bit. That knowledge helped them a lot during their journey. Her master knew nothing about medicine beyond treating simple wounds and scratches. And, also according to the priest, Tadayoshi only learned which plants and herbs he could eat after hallucinating.

    As Ei learned, she was surprised by her master’s profound lack of knowledge. More than once she asked herself how Tadayoshi had managed to survive traveling alone without any kind of preparation. Even the idea of provisions had baffled him. She never asked him though. She knew that with a lot of people after him, he became used to travel light.

    “Hey, if you’re done with that disgusting thing, let’s go,” Tadayoshi said, taking her out of her daydream.

    He tossed another fruit to her and turned to face the peak before walking towards the forest. Ei ate her food in few bites, picked up the bag, tossed the herbs and the bow inside and went after her master

    Tadayoshi stopped near a creek and handed her the bamboo bottle. Ei sighed when she understood. Her master wasn’t going to put his hand in the cold water just to fill his bottle. Ei had noticed a while ago that, sadly, she was too used to her master’s whims and didn’t even get angry with something like this anymore.

    The water was so cold that even holding the bamboo with just the tip of her fingers made her lose sensibility and almost drop the bottle. After she filled both, she quickly put the pin and tossed in the bag. Then she rubbed and breathed on her hands to warm them up. Tadayoshi said nothing.

    Not even walking seemed to drive away the cold. Ei was still trying to warm up herself when a freezing wind blew. It didn’t last even an instant, but she felt the shiver, her body trembling from head to toe, the hairs on her arms standing despite the fur. She couldn’t keep walking anymore and stopped to hug herself.

    When she stopped trembling, Ei realized that Tadayoshi had stopped as well. But unlike her, he wasn’t hugging himself. His hand was on the handle of his sword, his real sword, his face hard and serious.

    Ei didn’t notice or sense anything that could make her master worried. Even so, she did like him, grabbing the handle of her sword, ready to draw Asahi at any sign of movement. Her eyes analyzed every inch they could see, but she saw nothing suspicious nor anything that could catch her master’s attention. She glanced up at Tadayoshi.

    Her master looked to every side, his face harder. He’s sensing danger… Ei controlled her breathing, inspiring and exhaling slower, expanding her senses with each breath. She looked for a presence beyond them.

    Suddenly a killing intent embraced her, so powerful she froze.

    We’re… we’re surrounded, she managed to think, out of air.

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    Chapter 2
    Where are… where are the enemies…?

    Ei looked around, trying to find them. But she saw nothing. A glimpse of metal, a shadow of a person, a movement between the threes. Nothing. Not even a sign of an animal lurking by.

    Except for them, that area was empty.

    And yet she could feel the killing intent enveloping her like a cold hug.

    Ei lost control over herself. Despite the wind, she sweated. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. The cold air filled her lungs, making even harder to breathe. Calm down, she told herself. You have to calm down or you’ll die, Eiko!

    With difficulty, Ei forced her stiffed fingers to close tighter around the handle of her sword. Calm down, Eiko, she thought, looking up at her master, hoping to find any reassurance.

    Tadayoshi was completely still. With his right hand on his sword, ready to draw, he didn’t even seem to breathe. Only his eyes moved, searching for the source of such killing intent.

    What kind of enemies can make master like this? The idea felt like a cold blade stabbing her in her gut. It was even colder than the killing intent she felt around them. But even so, she believed in Tadayoshi.

    Everything will be okay with him around, she told herself. With her master in mind, the girl still tried to control her breathing. Even if her throat was so dry it hurt, she stopped panting. Ei grabbed the handle so hard it made her fingers throb and looked around once again. Where are the enemies?

    Everything was still the same. Nothing had moved. Even the air seemed to stop due to the killing intent…

    Suddenly, Tadayoshi drew and spun so fast Ei couldn’t keep up with his speed. His sword was nothing but a blur to the girl as it passed above her head. She could feel the force behind the blow.

    Ei fought her instinct to duck and scream. She even she wasn’t strong, even if she was still so far she could barely see his back, she was the disciple of Tadayoshi.

    Even though she barely saw the blade, Ei heard metal hitting metal twice above her head. The sound rang in her ears before she realized what had happened. Tadayoshi had blocked two weapons, which fell on the girl’s feet.

    Two iron bars, crossing each other, with sharp edges. Ei had seen those weapons before. Shuriken… weapons of a ninja. Now she understood her master’s uneasiness. They had had much trouble with ninjas. Shaking her head, Ei turned in the same direction of Tadayoshi, ready to draw her sword.

    This time Ei heard the sound of metal cutting the air behind her. Even though she knew where the attack was coming, she couldn’t react in time.

    By the time she turned, Tadayoshi’s sword was already blocking the throwing weapon. He defended two of the three shurikens. The one he missed carved into his arm.

    Her master gritted his teeth and ignored the pain. Tadayoshi didn’t even glance at his wound or the weapon as he pulled it from his arm; his eyes never stop darting through the threes, looking for the next attack.

    Ei stared at the weapon, seeing her master’s blood after a long time. Then she gulped as one of his teachings echoed in her mind. You can’t lose concentration during a fight. Not even for an instant.

    During their sparring fights, he would sometimes say something stupid or a completely unrelated topic, or use anything to distract her, like kicking a rock at her. The moment she lost her concentration, he would take advantage and hit her with the wooden sword. Hard.

    She shook her head and raised her sword before her, like she had done countless times during her training. But this isn’t a training…

    “Get out of the forest!”

    The moment Tadayoshi shouted, Ei obeyed. As she ran back to the village, she looked around but still couldn’t see where the attacks were coming. Nor how many people surrounded them.

    Two more shurikens flew on her left. Ei knew she had to block them with the sword. But in the few instants she lost thinking about it, she already knew she wouldn’t make in time. Her mind went blank as stared at the end of the deadly metal weapon. Even so, she raised her sword.

    I’m gonna die, she realized, feeling her body going numb. She stopped hearing. She stopped breathing. There was only her death coming.

    Her master’s sword appeared out of nowhere and hit both weapons at once. After he had saved her, Tadayoshi didn’t even glance at his disciple. Ei felt relieved; she was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

    They were back on the village. Tadayoshi ran to the ruins of a house. With his back against the wall, he turned to the entrance of the forest. Ei did the same, her sword in hands.

    No one came running after them. But the killing intent was still there, coming from the forest as if a beast was lurking just outside their sight.

    Time passed slowly as they waited. Ei could hear her master’s breathing deep. She was about to look at him when she caught herself. I need to focus, damn it!

    Only then Ei noticed she was trembling. Right away she knew it wasn’t because of the cold. I almost died, she thought, trying to shake the idea and focus on the now. But she couldn’t.

    Of course it wasn’t the first time she had been through dangerous and deadly situations. There were times when she could have died if she had made the slight mistake. But this was the first time ever since she started training for real with Tadayoshi that she couldn’t react.

    Out of the darkness of the forest, two more shurikens flew at them. Tadayoshi blocked them with ease, but when the third came, he had to jump out of the way. He pushed Ei and they fell on the snow. Without wasting time, they both stood up. But then they sensed someone behind them.

    Standing right in the middle the village, and blocking their path, was a young man. He looked younger than Tadayoshi, judging by his appearance. In fact, the boy seemed to be barely older than Ei. But, in contrast to his appearance, the boy had a daisho, a set of swords on his waist. And the katana was already draw.

    Ei turned back to the forest, but the attacks had stopped. So that’s what happened, she thought, glancing back at the boy samurai. Whoever attacked us in the forest only did it to lead us to this boy.

    As the tried to keep the boy samurai and the entrance of the forest within sight, one person came from between the threes. To Ei’s utter surprise, that powerful killing intent came from that man alone.

    Just one person…? Our attackers was just this one ninja…?

    The man had black shoulder-length hair and with the black cloth, it was impossible to see his face entirely. But the little the girl could see was intimidating. Especially his eyes. His clothes were a dark blue, invisible in the lightless forest.

    Ei knew right away. He’s not just any ninja… he’s strong… maybe even more than master… She glanced at Tadayoshi, waiting for any order.

    But her master hadn’t even glanced at the ninja. He didn’t even look at her. All he did was stare at the boy samurai, his sword lowered.

    What are you doing, master? There are enemies around us! She wanted to shout at him, but when she saw the pain and sadness in his eyes, she lost her voice. Ei had seen that expression many times before. He’s related with Yasuhiro-sama, she knew as she turned back to the samurai boy.

    “It’s been a long time, Kenshin… young master. How’s… how’s Inori?” asked Tadayoshi in a low voice, a sad smile on his face.

    The boy’s reaction frightened Ei. His eyes widened, his face twisted in hate and his breathing became hard and shallow. The few greeting words were enough to infuriate the samurai.

    “How dare you!” he shouted. “You lost the right to call me by my name. You lost the right to even ask about my sister, Tada… nameless…

    Ei had heard countless times people calling Tadayoshi traitor, man without loyalty and many other things. But when people called him nameless, it was different.

    Denying the name Yasuhiro-sama had given him hurt more than insulting him. Every time, Tadayoshi would swallow his feelings and fight. But there was something different this time. Now, her master closed his eyes and pressed his lips. When he opened them again, they were watery.

    “Ken… young master, I…”

    “Shut up! I won’t hear the words of someone who betrayed my father, the man who gave you everything!”

    The boy samurai said nothing more and drew his sword.

    Tadayoshi didn’t raise his sword. Nor prepared any defense. All he did was stare Kenshin with the pain and sadness growing in his eyes.

    Ei held the handle of her weapon with both hands and turned to the boy samurai, leaving her back, and the ninja, to Tadayoshi. She would face the suitable opponent for her, as she was taught.

    If you can’t run, there are two ways to fight against more than one enemy. If you’re alone, concentrate on them all, never losing sight of any of them. If you’re with someone, protect each other’s back, Ei heard his words. She didn’t have to think; it was clear she wasn’t a match for the ninja. If even master had trouble defending his attacks. I have no chance at all.

    But before she could do anything, a hand touched her shoulder. Ei raised her head and saw that Tadayoshi wasn’t facing the ninja. He was still staring the boy samurai as he walked towards him.

    Master… he’s not someone who’d let his emotions get in the way of his survival. But when it’s concerned Yasuhiro-sama…

    Ei took a deep breath. She knew she had no chance at all, but still ignored her instinct and turned her sword towards the ninja. But the warrior hadn’t moved as well. He didn’t even seem to realize she was there. His eyes were fixed on the samurai and the swordsman.

    It wasn’t the first time Ei wasn’t recognized as a real adversary by the foe. Every time it happened, she felt a wicked delight and couldn’t wait to prove the contrary. But today, she was thankful for that. Even if he didn’t emanate that killing intent, he was too intimidating for the girl. She took her left hand off the handle and closed it hard, trying to make the trembling go away.

    The ninja didn’t show any sign he would attack her or Tadayoshi. He’s just there to keep us from running into the forest now, Ei thought. Betting her life on it, she turned slowly, ready to react to any movement. But even when she was vulnerable, she was ignored.

    Kenshin screamed and ran towards Tadayoshi, brandishing his sword. But even then, the swordsman didn’t raise his.

    Only the samurai attacked. Her master avoided them all with ease, just like as if he was training with Ei. But unlike what he did to her, he wasn’t making fun of the boy samurai. But unlike him, the girl never showed a blood thirst so big that even from this distance made her sweat.

    It wasn’t rare for young people to have such killing intent. Ei herself felt that before, but not with Kenshin had something different. It was intense, but it was a blood thirst mixed with hate and fury.

    As Tadayoshi avoided every attack with no trouble, Ei noticed Kenshin’s style was similar to her own. Even the speed was about the same. Guess that’s expected… He learned to fight with Yasuhiro-sama, just like Tadayoshi… So even a peasant like me has the same fighting style as that hero…

    The boy samurai tried to get some distance, but Tadayoshi didn’t let him. Her master was always one step ahead. He read every movement and annulled them all. It was a way to not let your enemy use his weapon and force an opening to attack.

    Tadayoshi did that a lot against her. But this time he hadn’t used his sword once.

    He doesn’t want to fight. It was clear to Ei. And to Kenshin as well. The boy samurai got more and more enraged. But all it did was to make his movements stronger, but less precise.

    He’s not using his feelings right, she thought, watching with a strange feeling in her. All his rage is doing is hindering his blade. The sword is nothing but a tool in his hands.

    Ei remembered one of her first training. Tadayoshi’s words from that day were burned in her memory. After the fight against the samurai Ichirou, after she had killed for the first time in her life. During the first sparring matches, Tadayoshi noticed she still carried a lot of hatred for the bandits that attacked her village, that killed her mother.

    “There’s nothing wrong with using your hate and anger as motivation,” he said at the time. “Everyone has those feelings and how to use it is up to themselves. But you can’t let them hinder your blade. Your sword isn’t a tool in your hand, but part of you. Don’t hold the handle with so much force you can’t fight properly. If you do that, you’re letting your feelings get in the way your sword and your real strength won’t come out. Make your sword reflect you.”

    Ei had understood somewhat of what he said. She was picturing the bandit that killed her mother, imagining as if he was right there in front of her. Without realizing, she was holding the handle with so much strength the blade tremble slightly and her knuckles had lost its color.

    After she was aware of that, she took a deep breath to calm down. She took her hands from the handle one at a time, closing and opening her fist a few times to let the blood back. Then she grabbed the sword again, ready to train.

    The girl felt the difference right away. Her arms became less stiff and she moved her sword with more speed, though not nowhere near she imagined. Ei didn’t understand about letting her feelings reflect on her sword, but she stopped picturing the bandit.

    When she confided in her master she hadn’t truly understand, Tadayoshi showed what he meant. His expression didn’t change at all, but when they exchanged the first blows, Ei felt the difference.

    She could feel something behind the bokken. Each one of his attacks had a huge hate behind. It seemed he had become someone else but still had her master’s appearance. Though Ei knew it was part of him, she still feared it, and never wanted to see that side of him again.

    That boy samurai is like that, she realized.

    Kenshin wanted to kill Tadayoshi so badly he couldn’t fight with his real strength. It was the same as a kid fighting against an adult. The boy samurai tried using any of his technique, but then he realized no matter what he did, he couldn’t touch Tadayoshi. His hate and anger took over and he simply swung his sword.

    Even I could defeat him like this, Ei thought. But unlike me, that boy samurai probably has been training ever since he could walk.

    Kenshin attacked and attacked, his sword never close to reaching Tadayoshi. But then, the boy samurai slashed at him in the exact same way Ei did. And just like against his disciple, out of reflex, her master took the opportunity and grabbed Kenshin’s hands, twisting hard.

    Even in the situation they were, Ei couldn’t help but smile. Every time he could, Tadayoshi did that to her, saying she shouldn’t let him get so close. But, unlike what he liked to do with her, her master didn’t sweep the boy samurai’s legs to make him fall.

    The swordsman himself seemed surprised by his own actions. When he saw Kenshin’s face twisting with more rage, he let him go and took a step back. The boy samurai took advantage of the momentary opening and attacked.

    Tadayoshi widened his eyes and swung his sword. Despite the huge opening on Kenshin’s defense, the swordsman didn’t attack. All he did was redirected the blow. But it was so heavy the boy samurai didn’t manage to change the direction and hit his own foot.


    The boy samurai’s screams filled the village, but he quickly closed his mouth shut. He stared at Tadayoshi, his face twisting with pain and even more rage. And the swordsman’s concern only made Kenshin even angrier.

    Ei felt a sudden movement behind her and froze. Shit, I completely forgot the ninja! Raising her sword, she turned around, but the enemy wasn’t there anymore. The path to the forest was free. Where is the ninja? Her first instinct told her to run away, but she ignored it and forced herself to turn back to the boy samurai.

    Behind her master, she saw the ninja by the boy samurai’s side. With one hand, he took the sword from the foot and was already pressing the wound to stop the blood. When did he pass by us?

    From Tadayoshi’s expression, it was clear he wanted to go to Kenshi’s side and make sure he was alright. But the hatred from the boy samurai made him walked towards Ei. He looked over his shoulder many times but didn’t stop.

    When Tadayoshi was by her disciple side, Ei noticed his arm was red and there was blood all over his clothes. Without taking her eyes from the enemies, she looked for any wound apart from the one made by the shuriken. She found nothing, but his arm was bleeding too much, his sleeve drenched with blood.

    For the first time, the boy samurai seemed to notice Ei. He looked between the swordsman and the girl. When he fixed on her, his eyes seemed to be looking the man he hated through her.

    Tadayoshi moved to stand before her, shielding her from that hate. Despite the situation, Ei smiled again. Even in the middle of all this, he wants to protect me from that. Even after so long with him, her master’s kindness still surprised her.

    “Who’s that girl, Tada… nameless?” he asked, not hiding the hate from his voice.

    Tadayoshi glanced at her before answering. “She’s Eiko, my disciple.”

    Those words infuriated the boy samurai. “You’re not teaching my father’s style, are you?” he shouted, trying to get rid of the ninja and go to them. “How dare you? How dare you?”

    The ninja finished wrapping the boy samurai’s foot with bandages. But when Kenshin tried to stand on it, he pulled right away and used the ninja as support.

    The girl ignored the shouts of the boy ninja and focused on the ninja. What he wanted was to force Tadayoshi to fight Kenshin, Ei realized, glancing back at the forest. But even if the ninja didn’t seem interested in fighting them, she couldn’t show any openings.

    But her worries were unnecessary. The ninja took a small ball out of his pocket, snapped his fingers and the wick lit. He threw the ball on the floor and grey smoke involved them. When the smoke was gone, they weren’t there anymore.

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    Thanks for the update! Looks like Tadayoshi and Eiko are going to have more trouble now with Kenshin and his allies going after them. They never seem to catch a break, huh? :nah
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    Thanks for reading.
    It's hard for main characters to catch a break, hahaha.
    --- Double Post Merged, May 6, 2018, Original Post Date: Apr 3, 2018 ---
    Chapter 3
    Are we safe? Even after the ninja and the boy samurai were gone, Ei still clutched her sword hard. Her breathing hadn’t returned to normal. Are they really gone? She felt the cold biting against her uncovered skin but ignored that pain

    Only when Tadayoshi touched her hand she lowered the blade slowly.

    “They… Kenshin won’t be back. No matter how much he orders, Masa won’t let him. Not with a wound like that,” the swordsman said, staring at the place where their enemies had disappeared.

    Ei saw that her master’s eyes were unfocused for a moment. So that was Yasuhiro-sama’ son, she thought, looking at the same place as the swordsman. Then she noticed his hand, still on top hers, were red and sticky.

    “Let me treat that wound,” she said in a low voice, finally sheathing her sword.

    Tadayoshi barely mumbled a yes. Still staring at the place where Kenshin had disappeared, he let her drag him to the house they had spent the night.

    She soaked a cloth on the water from the bamboo bottle and handed to him to clean the blood on his arm. Then she used the rest of the water to fill the extra pot they had. Even if it meant carrying more weight, she made sure to have two.

    If it were up to master, we’d use the same pot for cooking and for mixing the medicines, she thought distractedly as Tadayoshi lit a fire. While waiting for the water to heat up, Ei crumpled the herbs. Master and Kenshin… grew up as brothers… and yet, that boy samurai was looking at him with such hatred…

    She felt a strange tightness in her stomach. Master has never denied he killed Yasuhiro-sama, but he always says he didn’t do it because he wanted… no one apart from master knows what happened that night, but everyone blames him… No matter what he does, he’ll forever be known as the man without loyalty, the man who killed the hero, Yasuhiro-sama.

    Ei believed in her master. They were together for over a year now and she had learned a lot about him. She knew that the swordsman, while never hesitated to kill, didn’t feel any pleasure in doing it. And despite bad-mouthing him for something here and there, she knew how much Tadayoshi loved his master.

    Even so, his most of past remained a mystery. Her master promised to tell her the truth someday, when she was ready for it. Guess I’m still not ready yet, she thought, hugging her knees for warmth. After a while, she stopped asking. Not that her curiosity had diminished, just that her trust in her master grew even more.

    As she lost herself in thoughts, Tadayoshi pulled one of the shurikens from his clothes and turned it around to distract himself. When did he pick that up? Ei wondered, staring at the weapon. It didn’t just have the sharp tip. It had little gaps along the edge to take some flesh when pulled. At least it doesn’t look poisoned.

    When the pot was exhaling steam, Ei put out the fire and took a clean cloth. After dipping it in the hot water, she cleaned the wound. Then, under Tadayoshi’s scowl, the girl took a bit of the crushed herbs with her finger and covered the place where the shuriken had hit.

    “Do you really have to put bandages for a scratch like this?” Tadayoshi asked, not hiding his disgust for the paste on his arm.

    “Not really. But since you’re like a kid who keeps scratching his scabs, I have to,” she answered and proceeded to wrap his arm.

    After everything was done, Ei used the warm water to clean the pot. Then she stored all the materials in the bag. I’ll have to clean those cloths later, she thought, remembering how bad everything smelled when she forgot.

    Ei hugged her legs once again and waited her master say something. But all Tadayoshi did was ran his fingers on the shuriken, touching the sharp edge. The disciple knew her master was thinking about his past, and perhaps reliving the memories. Despite the curiosity eating her, she kept quiet.

    It’s not just curiosity, she thought after a while. He’s my master. I must know everything about him. It’s a disciple duty. But all I know is that Yasuhiro-sama picked up Tadayoshi when he was a kid in the middle of a road.

    “Kenshin… he’s…”

    Tadayoshi broke the silence after a long time. His expression was hard to read, but he stared the shuriken with his eyes unfocused. Ei never liked the fact that her master could read her mind so well. But in moments like this, where it was hard to find words, she secretly thanked for that ability of his.

    “We’ve known each other ever since master found and brought me to his home… Kenshin is…” He closed his eyes when his voice failed. “He was really attached to me. Partially because there were no kids around his age, even though he’s a few years younger than me, I think. But it didn’t help that the twins were really close. Those days were… fun…”

    Tadayoshi showed a tiny smile. Even though there was the pain of loss in that expression, it made Ei relief. She was used to her master laughing and smiling, especially at her. It was weird seeing him like that.

    So Kenshin is a bit like me, she thought, glancing at her master through the corner of her eyes. He looked up to Tadayoshi… but now he thinks master betrayed Yasuhiro-sama. Someone whom he considered a brother killed his father… Betrayal was the source of that hate that even scared her.

    Now it makes sense the look he gave me when I called Tadayoshi master, she thought, shivering with the memory. That boy samurai couldn’t believe the man he denied the name dared to pass down his father’s style. It wasn’t about me. I’m still no one. Right now, all I am is Tadayoshi’s disciple…

    “And the ninja?” Ei asked suddenly. As a swordswoman, she was still feeling a mix of relief and anger for being completely ignored. He would’ve killed me before I could even realize what had happened.

    “That idiot…” Tadayoshi let out a huge sigh and then threw the shuriken through the window. “I’ll let he introduce himself.”

    “Who are you calling idiot?” a cold and low voice spoke.

    Ei widened her eyes when she felt a shiver coursing through her body. Suddenly it seemed as if they were surrounded by many people with an insane blood thirst. The same killing intent from the forest, she thought, cold sweat running down her neck.

    She quickly turned towards the window, but her hand looked for her sword. All she found was the bag and pushed it desperately. But it wouldn’t have made any difference. Before she realized, the ninja was already inside the house, resting against the opposite wall.

    Ei froze. How did he go inside without master noticing? One of the things she trained the most was how to feel the presence of others. But now the ninja was this close, and she hadn’t felt anything.

    She glanced at Tadayoshi. It always impressed her how her master could feel if there was anyone near them. Even when he was sleeping. The moment he felt someone or some animal nearby, he woke with his sword in hand. Despite her ability was nowhere near close to his, she wasn’t surprised by people at least. But now, even her master had no reaction.

    Her breathing became short and shallow. It was painful to breathe. Her mind tried to think of something, but it refused to work. She didn’t want to take her eyes off her enemy, but she had to. No matter the situation, she needed her sword. Even if it made no difference against an enemy like that ninja, without her sword, she felt naked.

    Through the corner of her eye, she finally found Asahi. It was near Tadayoshi, on the other side of the room, outside her reach. Shit, the girl thought, looking for her master’s weapon. His sword was out of her reach as well.

    “You’re already dead,” the ninja said, pointing at Tadayoshi arm with the shuriken, his killing intent growing.

    Ei stopped breathing. Despite barely talking above a whisper, the girl felt the weight of his words like a grip around her throat.

    “Hey, Masa. It’s been a while,” Tadayoshi said, unfazed by the ninja’s word. He looked at his bandages and placed a hand over it, smiling. “I let you hit me. Or Ken… young master would’ve found out.”

    “Always making excuses. You haven’t changed.” Despite using the same voice, Ei could tell the ninja was smiling underneath the cloth. He put the shuriken inside his clothes and sighed. “Unfortunately, you still overestimate young master’s intelligence. There’s no way he’d ever notice something like this.”

    “He might never have realized you revealed your presence for an instant in the forest before attacking. But even he would’ve suspected if you didn’t hit me. You’re the one who’s underestimating Ken… the young master.”

    A strange silence settled inside the house. What’s happening…? We’re not… in danger…? It was hard for Ei to believe they were safe. But their conversation feels like two friends catching up after a long time without seeing each other.

    Even so, the swordswoman wanted, needed her sword. Ei tried to slowly push herself towards Asahi, praying the ninja would still ignore her. But the moment she moved, he turned his head towards her, his eyes looking at her directly.

    Ei froze under that stare. Those eyes seemed like Tadayoshi’s, looking deep into her very soul. But unlike her master’s, they were colder, almost empty.

    “You said you’d never have a disciple,” the ninja said after a while, turning his attention back to Tadayoshi.

    Ei thought his mouth contorted into what it seemed like smile under the bandana. A different one from before. A mocking one. That is just like Tadayoshi too, she thought.

    “Well… Let’s just say I found something interesting in my way,” Tadayoshi said, smiling as he looked at his disciple. “Ei, you don’t need to worry. If he were here to kill us, he could’ve done it already. So, why you are here?”

    “The idiot couple believes there’s something in this mountain. It might be nothing, but they said they’d send a priest to investigate…”

    The ninja grew quiet, but even Ei could tell he was hesitating to say the rest. He stared at the swordsman in silence and Tadayoshi held the look.

    Ei looked between them, feeling the air grow colder. The friendship mood between them was completely gone. The girl was afraid to breathe too loud and break the silence.

    “They suspect it might be the one you’re looking for,” the ninja said at last. Then he was gone before Tadayoshi could even react.

    Ei turned to her master. She was too curious about the conversation she understood nothing, but kept quiet.

    Tadayoshi wasn’t paying attention to her. He had his head down, his eyes unfocused and his hand inside his clothes, touching the scar on his belly.

    It wasn’t the first time Ei saw him like this. Whenever they heard a strange rumor, her master got like this. Things like weird night attacks in villages. Places where people disappeared out of nowhere. Villagers suddenly started acting strangely.

    Ei now was sure it had something to do with Yasuhiro-sama. If that ninja came all the way to say this, it has to be. Perhaps even has something to do with the night when Yasuhiro-sama died, she thought.

    Now Ei couldn’t blame Tadayoshi’s obsession with those strange rumors. Unfortunately, most time it was bandits spreading false rumors to drive away the competition or to attract the attention of some noble looking to make a name for himself without taking part in the ever-going war.

    One of the few times that didn’t turn out to be bandits, it was just the rumors being exaggerated. Once they ended up in a village because the new chief was acting weird and he might be possessed. In the end, he was telling puns and wanted to popularize it, but traveling merchants thought it was too weird.

    But for some reason, seeing Tadayoshi acting like always made Ei smile. It’s like that time, she thought, remembering. Come to think of it, it was the first time I saw master acting like this. A few weeks after the Obon, they heard the weird rumors for the first time. She could never forget how weird it was to see him serious outside a battle or from a conversation involving Yasuhiro-sama.

    After spending a long time lost in a forest again, they looked for any place with a roof to rest. To their bad luck, something Tadayoshi liked to say a lot, the only village near was one her master didn’t want to get any closer. Something about bad memories there. Now Ei had a strong suspected it was about the time he had to run away naked. She never confirmed, however.

    But they went anyway. When they got there, it was almost sunset. The walk had left them exhausted, and all Ei could think was to eat something and rest. But to her bad luck, they ended up listening to the villagers’ conversation.

    They were debating on how to deal with the recent thief group around the area. Because of them, the merchants refused to go near the village. Some said to ask the Lord for help. Others said it would be useless and they should risk hiring a ronin.

    Tadayoshi wasn’t interested in that all but when the villagers started discussing the bandits, he became interested. They were known in the area, but they were weak and hardly made any real trouble. But suddenly they became a lot stronger.

    Despite her protests, her master dragged the girl to fight the bandits that same night. At least it was easy to find them, she remembered. They attacked the roads and in the first one they tried, the bandits came to them.

    Tadayoshi was so disappointed he might have left the bandits unharmed if they hadn’t attacked The reason behind their sudden change was a deserted soldier from the local noble. He became their leader and under his training and tactics, the bandit group became more dangerous. They were still weak to Tadayoshi’s level, but the lord was too busy and the bandits managed to act freely.

    Ei doubted her master remembered the incident at all. But she would never forget. To her, it was special; it was her first time she fought for real, the first time she risked her life, the first time she killed someone with her own skill.

    “We’re going to the top,” Tadayoshi said suddenly, bringing her mind back to the mountain. The way he spoke left no room for Ei to change his mind.

    The disciple, already expecting something like this from her master, quickly went to wash the pot and the cloths. Knowing Tadayoshi’s hurry, she closed her eyes and dipped everything in the water, including her hands. She cleaned as quickly as she could. To her surprise, the swordsman waited by her side, with the bag open for her to toss the stuff inside.

    As they went to the forest once again, he didn’t look at her. Her master only had eyes to the mountaintop.

    Ei did the same. She saw the top covered with snow surrounded by clouds, the trees and the rocks covered with white. Despite the beautiful sight, all she felt was the bad feeling she had. But even so, she kept quiet.

    “There.” Tadayoshi pointed to somewhere in the mountain.

    Ei looked in that direction, but saw nothing different. It was the mountain just like the rest.

    “Everything looks the same,” she said without thinking, putting her hands under her armpits to warm up.

    “Your eyes are bad. Look closely.” She did as told, but still saw nothing much. “There’s a gap in the trees around that area. It must the stream. The village must be around it.”

    She stared at him in disbelief, but Tadayoshi was already going. Ei still looked for the so call gap he said. It’s best to stay close to the river, she thought, but didn’t say. The disciple already knew what she would hear. That it was a waste of time, that it would be faster to go in straight line.

    Ei sighed and went after her master.
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    Thanks for the update!

    It looks like the ninja is on friendly terms with Tadayoshi, which is good. Most likely, he knows the truth behind Yasuhiro's death. As for Tadayoshi's search for the bandits, it must be important. I have an inkling that those bandits are linked to his master somehow.

    Anyway, can't wait for the next chapter :)
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    Thanks XD
    And yes, they are in good terms, but Tadayoshi has some trauma from the past, ahahhah.
    And Tadayoshi isn't searching for bandits. He's goes after strange rumors
    --- Double Post Merged, Jun 3, 2018, Original Post Date: May 7, 2018 ---
    Chapter 22
    We’re lost, Ei knew. Even so, she followed her master without saying a word. At least he gave up the stupid idea of going in a straight line…

    After they reached a part too steep go keep going, Tadayoshi grumbled and decided to look for the proper path. It took a while, but they finally found it, to Ei’s silent delight. But that didn’t make their journey much easier. Despite the trees, the snow covered almost everything, hiding rocks and roots on the ground.

    Ei had stumbled three times on hidden roots. On the fourth time, she finally fell face forward. Her master stopped, looked, and kept going as he laughed, his voice echoing in her ears. The anger filled her, but soon disappeared as she felt the relief over flooding her. At least he’s laughing and not acting crazy like last time…

    Midday had come and passed, and they had finally reached the stream. But there were no signs of a village nor people around.

    “That’s strange… there should be a village near the river,” Tadayoshi mumbled, more to himself than to his disciple.

    The girl wasn’t listening anyway. After she confirmed there were no people, she raced to the stream. Ignoring the cold, she put her mouth on the water and drank until she was satisfied. Then she filled both bottles, which she had drank during the morning.

    There aren’t even tracks of animals around here, Ei noticed after she joined her master. The only clue they found were the traces of a path barely distinguishable between the trees. It seems no one has used it for years… I doubt it was made by the same people we’re looking for…

    “Hey, Tadayoshi, we should—”

    “Go. Good idea,” he said, and then he was gone.

    Ei sighed and went after her master.

    The path was so narrow it was hard for two people to walk side by side without bumping their shoulders. With her bag, Ei couldn’t walk by her master’s side and had to follow his back.

    Even though it was old and barely visible, follow a path should be better than trying to find their way at random. But this part of the mountain proved to be even more complicated.

    The path was strange, tortuous and sometimes ended suddenly, only to reappear far from they were. The trees were so close Ei couldn’t see what was outside the path. But the dark gaps between the trunks made her feel uneasy.

    I can’t see anything… She breathed deep to calm her heart. Even though I don’t sense anything, it feels like something might come out at any time, she thought, stopping her urge to shiver. The disciple walked closer to her master’s back.

    No matter how much they walked, the scenery didn’t change. Whoever made this shitty path wanted to keep out invaders, Ei thought, holding her urge to scream her frustration. No… not to keep out… it was made to lead people somewhere else… Somewhere dark.

    The trees tops were so close it blocked the light, creating a night within the day, even with the sun still above their heads. The trunks also protected them from the wind. Even so, Ei couldn’t stop feeling something cold and heavy in the air, and it suffocated her with each step.

    It’s like we’re surrounded by death, she thought, pulling her coat closer. If we get lost here… she shrugged at the thought and walked so close to her master she could barely see besides his back now.

    It’s like a maze, Ei thought after a while. When she was little, she and her friends loved hearing Sumire’s stories about castles so big invaders would get lost and no one ever heard about them again, dying of starvation without ever finding the exit.

    It was hard for the girl to imagine a place so huge people could get lost. Though her village was small, Ei knew every part of it and the forest around. But after she went Tadayoshi, she saw many places she wouldn’t believe it existed.

    Some castles and fortress she saw from afar, and the temple where she studied, were big enough for her to think of a maze. Even with Ryuu-sensei by her side, she was afraid to get lost at the beginning, but soon got used to the temple.

    But this forest looked the same all the time. Ei didn’t know if fear was clouding her senses, but she could swear she saw the same tree over and over. With each step, it became harder and harder to breath. And colder.

    She wanted to scream again but managed to hold. We need to be quiet. The ninja, or someone else… or something could be following us. In this forest, Ei couldn’t tell.

    After a long time, the scenery finally changed. The trees became closer and they had to walk in a straight line. Now she could only see Tadayoshi’s back. Focusing on her breathing to keep her anxiety under control, Ei didn’t notice her master had stopped and bumped into him.

    “Sorry,” she said in a whisper. Even so, her voice echoed around them.

    Tadayoshi didn’t answer. He didn’t even glance back at her. The swordsman showed no reaction.

    With difficulty, she sneaked a peek. Before them, there was an enormous shadow blocking the path. Ei had to raise her head to see it all. A bear, she thought at first, her hand on the handle of her sword. But a moment later, she realized the shadow didn’t move.

    A wooden sculpture. Huge, twisted and ugly. The left hand carried a human head, its long claws crushing the skull. The other held a club, raised in the air, ready to strike. Dead snakes held a fundoshi made of tiger skin. Two horns as thick as Ei’s arm sprouted from its head. The teeth were too big and too numerous to fit in its mouth.

    The sculpture was so large even side-by-side Tadayoshi and Ei were only half its size. The trees around had to be destroyed to fit the monster in the narrow path.

    Ei had seen demon statues like this, though made of stone. Despite being a representation of an oni, some were too beautiful and serene she could help but admire the raw strength those beings possessed. Guess it was art made for the temples…

    This statue was different. It was ugly and poorly done. It couldn’t compare to the ones she had seen. Even so, the girl couldn’t help but feel a shiver down her spine. Whoever made this, dreaded the oni so much those feeling are carved in the wood.

    No matter how terrified whoever made it this statue was, Onis aren’t real… they aren’t, Ei thought, trying to drive away her own fear. They’re just monsters the adults made to keep kids in line. She told herself that over and over, forcing herself to believe in those words. But even so, forgotten memories bubbled to the surface of her mind.

    One time, she and her friends found a bear cub whose mother died. They took care of the animal all day. At night, after the adults went to sleep, the kids sneaked out to see him. They were playing deciding what to name the baby animal when their parents had found them.

    They were angry, and everyone had extra chores for almost a month. But Ei didn’t understand why they were so angry. To her, even though the kids had sneaked out, there was no danger; they all knew the village and forest around it better than anyone. Her mother only said the forest was dangerous after dark.

    Sumire, on the other hand, began telling stories about kamikakushi, the kidnap of the Gods. Slowly her stories changed to the onikakushi, the demon’s kidnap. No kid who had been taken were seen ever again, according to her.

    The girl didn’t believe in those stories at all, despite Sumire talking about it like it was real. The swordswoman knew there were many scary things in the world, but the fear the adults had that night was also real.

    Ryuu-sensei told me about villages that worship demons when the nobles and the gods failed to protect themIs this statue like that? But he told me no village worshiped a demon so openly… This is almost as if they’re proud of this statue… Maybe the head the oni holds it’s from an invader…

    Ei gulped, hurting her dry throat. She wanted to get out of there. To get as far as she could from that statue. There was something dark and evil around it.

    Just like her, Tadayoshi didn’t take his eyes from the statue too. But unlike her, the swordsman observed and felt each and every ugly detail of the demon with his hand.

    What’s with his fixation… Hey, Tadayoshi, let’s get out of here, she wanted to say, but knew it would make no difference.

    Ei waited in the still forest, the only sound was of her rasped breathing. Then she heard a twig breaking, the sound echoing like a drum in the girl’s ears.

    Her hand went to the handle of Asahi, the fingers closing around the bamboo. For a moment, there was only silence. Her breathing became louder as she lost control over it. Calm down… calm down, Ei told herself. But even so, she would have drawn her sword if not for her master’s hand on her shoulder. Through the corner of her eye, Ei noticed her master too had a hand ready to draw.

    Tadayoshi stared at a gap between near the statue. “I can see you,” he said to the darkness in a low voice. Even so, Ei could feel the threat behind her master’s words.

    There was a moment of silence as his voice echoed and died between the trees. Then a man appeared behind the ugly sculpture. He was thin and tall with a messy long hair. His face was hollow and his eye sunken. His clothes were heavy but too worn.

    How can he stand this cold wearing that? Ei thought for a moment before focusing on the shovel he had. It was the only thing that could pose a threat to them, but the man made sure to keep it down.

    Even so, the swordswoman tightened her grip around the handle. I didn’t feel his presence at all… I couldn’t so scared of that statue that I missed someone like him so close… could I…?

    “W-who are you?” Despite the fear in his voice, the man looked Tadayoshi in the eyes.

    Ei noticed his eyes were red. Was he crying? The girl couldn’t tell, but one thing she knew. There’s something wrong with him… But she couldn’t say what it was.

    The man had nothing beside the tool. His hands and clothes were covered with dirt and snow. He looked nothing more than a simple villager. But even so, Ei couldn’t breathe out in relief. Not even when Tadayoshi took his hand from the sword.

    “Our group was attacked by bandits on the foot of this mountain a couple days ago. My sister and I managed to flee, but I got hurt and then we got lost in this forest.” Tadayoshi winced as he raised his arm to show the bandages. “I heard there’s a village around here… We need to rest…”

    Despite the situation, Ei had trouble holding her snarky laugh. Not because how easily the lies came to him, but because Tadayoshi used the story she had set up beforehand. Her master’s improvised stories always gave them trouble. Only after she got hurt he started listening to her and stopped making up bad lies.

    The man showed no reaction. He looked between Tadayoshi and his wound, and then his eyes ended up on the sword.

    Ei took her hand from the handle and showed a strained smile. She tried to act as friendly as she could despite her suspicion. After the experience in that lodge, she started doubting the kindness of strangers.

    But when the man stared at her, Ei had to use all her self-control to avoid putting the hand back on the sword. There’s something wrong with this guy, Ei just knew. The man’s eyes watered and then he closed them

    “I’ll take you to my village,” the man said in a hoarse voice, turning around. “Follow me closely. The forest’s dangerous. Especially after dark.”

    “Thank you,” Tadayoshi bowed his head, but without taking his eyes from the man.

    Dark…? Ei looked up, trying to see through the top of the trees. The little she could see of the sky was covered by heavy clouds. It must always be dark in this damn place…

    The man was already walking in the middle of the trees, ignoring the path they were following all this time.

    Ei wanted to tell her master all her suspicions, even if made no difference. But she knew better. That man was the best chance of them leaving that forest.

    Tadayoshi looked her in the eyes and nodded. The girl understood; her master knew what she felt, and perhaps felt the same.

    “Did you see anyone else in the forest? Our group was big…” Tadayoshi asked in a hushed and full of worry voice.

    “No… you two are the first strangers I see in a while,” the man answered barely above a whisper.

    Tadayoshi closed his first and breathed through his nose. Ei knew he wanted to get some information from the man, but speaking so low like that, it would be hard to get anything.

    After that, there was no more talking as the man lead them to his village. Or so they hoped.

    They went so far from the path they were that, to Ei, the man was just walking at random between the trees. Is he really gonna take us to his village?

    The girl tried to recognize any signs that might indicate some kind of path, but there was no mark or anything. They were just walking in the forest. After a while, she gave up and concentrated on the man

    We didn’t need marking or anything in my village, but in this darkness, there’s no way the villagers know where they are, she thought. She tried to keep her mind empty, but it wasn’t enough to drive away the image of the statue. It was so vivid in her mind Ei could swear she would see it if she turned around. Demons aren’t real… they aren’t real…

    It was getting even darker. Ei could barely see her master walking a few steps ahead of her. Even as she walked, she kept expanding her awareness just to sense her master presence.

    Tadayoshi picked up a thick stick on the ground without stopping, took part of his bandages and wrapped around the wood. Ei almost dropped the bag taking out the stones they used to make fire.

    She should have stopped to light the fire, but she didn’t want to stop at all in this forest. The girl knew it was stupid; her master would never leave her. Even though she knew that, the fear to be left alone in that darkness was too much.

    When they lit the improvised torch, the light blinded Ei. Without seeing anything, she grabbed her master’s clothes. Normally, he would laugh or mock her, but he kept quiet and she didn’t let go until her eyes got used to the brightness.

    The man glanced at the light too but didn’t stop. It almost felt as if he didn’t care much for the two people following him. He just walked in and out of the light’s rim, like a wandering ghost. Maybe he is one. Everything in this damn forest is so strange, Ei thought, getting closer to the fire.

    The air was still and cold and the only sound was their steps and the fire crackling. Even the man emitted no sound.

    “My village is this way,” the man whispered after a long time. Then he disappeared, his voice echoing through the trees.

    Tadayoshi picked up his pace. Ei did the same, but the man seemed to disappear in thin air. The girl’s breathing became shallow. She tried to control herself and feel his presence, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t breathe. Tadayoshi put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

    They kept walking, trying to find the man. Ei had no idea how long they were separated from him, but their surrounding finally changed.

    In the middle of the endless darkness, a light appeared between the leaves. It was only a dot and pale against their fire, but soon it grew. Controlling her urge to run, she put her hand on the handle of her sword and walked towards to the light.

    Ei had troubled to contain the scream. The source of light were torches. Torches surrounding another demon statue. It wasn’t as big as the other, but it was just as ugly.

    “Our protector, Yashamaru-sama,” a voice spoke on her side suddenly.

    Ei almost drew the sword. The man only whispered, but in the silent forest, his voice echoed like a scream. She lost her breath but managed held the impulse to draw. The girl had to close her hand hard to stop the trembling. With some effort, she looked past the statue.

    The village was similar to the one down the mountain; small in number, but occupying a large area. Though the houses were the same, they were on different levels due to the mountain’s ground.

    Ei noticed the buildings created a sort of corridor, and the statue was right at the end of it. She believed she would feel happy to leave the forest and see the sky again, however depressing it looked. But the air over the village was as dark and cold as the forest.

    While their guide led them, men, women, and elders stared her and Tadayoshi from their houses. They walked by the houses, but the villagers made no sound. They didn’t even whisper, only staring the strangers.

    It was more than unsettling to the girl. Ei had never seen a group of people so big in complete silence. Even the nature seemed to quiet down here.

    The man halted before the smallest house in the village, right on the opposite side of the statue.

    “Wait here,” he said, opening the door. After Tadayoshi and she entered, he left without saying anything else.

    Ei took her bag and sat against the wall opposite to the door. Even if she was used to the weight, her shoulders always hurt afterwards. But even as she tried to diminish the pain, she observed every inch of the house while Tadayoshi threw what was left of their torch into the fire in the middle of the house.

    It’s more like a room than a house, Ei thought. She couldn’t help but notice the lack of windows. It can be ‘cause of the weather. It’s must be always cold so high on the mountain, she considered. But a second later, discarded the idea. The other houses had at least one window.

    “Tadayoshi…” There’s something very wrong with this village, she wanted to say.

    “Tell me.”

    Ever since she started her training, whenever they visited a village or a temple, or just met someone, foe or not, Tadayoshi made her speak. What Ei had observed, realized or considered. He said it was a way to find out how much detail she could notice. A sword isn’t the only thing someone who lives in the way of the sword needs, was one of the phrases he often spoke. Ei had a strong suspicion it was Yasuhiro-sama’ words, but never voiced it.

    “There’s something wrong here,” she voiced her worries. “It’s not just the forest… this village and those statues… and this house. There’s no window and the wood seems stronger and thicker than the other houses. Almost as if this is a prison…”

    “I think so too. There’s a support for a bar on the outside,” he said, testing the wall with a finger. “What else?”

    Ei considered her words. There was a lot she wanted to say. The villagers came to her mind first. Their stares send a shiver down her spine. But she could understand that. In times of war, any outsider should be met with suspicion. Lives depended on it.

    “There were no kids around,” she said slowly. Ei went through her memories again just to be sure. Men, women, elders, and young people around Tadayoshi’s age. But no kid. Her master looked at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. “Maybe, when the man disappeared, he went ahead and warned the villagers about us.”

    “It could be,” Tadayoshi agreed, nodding. “And what about the man? What did you notice about him?

    “I think… he had just buried someone. His eyes were red and his clothes dirty with mud and snow… But… why would he bury someone so far from the village? Or maybe that was close to the village and he made us go around just to mislead us…”

    “Maybe. He definitely wanted to keep us away from there. This village has more than one entrance. He may have taken us to the other route just to show us the other statue. Perhaps to intimidate us… or maybe he does believe in that Yashamaru.”

    Her master grew quiet as he stared at the fire, his eyes shining with a strange glow.

    Ei opened and closed her mouth many times. She wanted to say something but had no idea what. The chances of this rumor just been another dead end were strong, but the disciple knew it would matter not to her master.

    If it turned out to be false again, he would simply wait for the next rumor. And again and again, until he found the one he was looking for.

    In the end, Ei kept her silence and got closer to the fire.
    --- Double Post Merged, Aug 6, 2018 ---
    Chapter 23
    About damn time, the girl wanted to scream when she heard the bar on the outside being removed. Despite her anger, she managed to keep quiet and watch the villagers opening the door.

    “Forgive me for taking so long,” an old woman said. She never even glanced at Ei and Tadayoshi as the men by her side closed the door.

    Despite the words, the girl felt no regret on the old woman’s voice, and that only added to her anger. Ei had no idea for how long they waited, but she knew it had been too much.

    In this windowless prison, it’s hard to tell how much time has passedMaybe making us wait like this is a tactic to worn us down, she thought, observing the old woman and the men helping her walk.

    The fire Tadayoshi had lit was almost out but the air was hot, stale, and hard to breathe. Both she and her master had undressed their heavy clothes, but even so, they still sweated. Not even the cold breeze when the villagers opened the door softened the heat.

    The old woman dragged her feet slowly until she was before Tadayoshi and Ei. With the help of the two young men, she sat. More villagers entered the house and stood by the entrance like guards. After the last one entered, she closed the door quickly, but not before Ei saw more people standing outside.

    In that brief moment, the girl saw many villagers holding tools. Without closing her eyes, she expanded her senses. The house’s surrounded, Ei realized, holding her breath as she glanced at her master. As discreetly as she could, she brought her sword closer.

    The old woman took her time staring Tadayoshi and his sword, barely paying any attention to his disciple. This time the girl didn’t mind. She too wasn’t paying attention to the old woman. Ei was more interested in her bodyguards. The way they stare at Tadayoshi made her feel uneasy.

    “My name Otose and I’m this village leader,” she said in a weak and frail voice. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Sorry I took so long to come. This old body can’t stand the cold like before. It hurts my bones…”

    “No, please. Don’t apologize. We’re glad we found a place to rest,” Tadayoshi said, speaking only to the leader, ignoring the men behind her. Even so, he never took his eyes off any of the people inside the room.

    How can you do that, master? Ei should be used to that kind of stare too, but the men’s gazes were sinister. There was no hate nor anger nor anything else she was familiar.

    It’s more like… they pity us like… as if we’re two pathetic and strange beings. That was what made her unease. She had no idea how to react to that. It’d be better if they feared us… She knew hate and fear more than she should.

    Ei wanted to hold her sword, to wrap her fingers around the handle that was a perfect match for her hand. Her instincts told her to do that. But before she could do anything, her master placed a hand on her back and forced her to bow while he did the same.

    “I’m Tadayoshi and this is my little sister, Eiko. We were traveling with a group, but we passed by the village at the foot of this mountain, some bandits ambushed us. Some of us managed to escape but we got separated and then lost. If not for that man’s kindness, me and my little sister would still be there in the forest.”

    Tadayoshi shivered, and Ei realized half of it was real. So he was unease at that creepy forest too…. She felt both glad and relieved. So I wasn’t the only one…and he’s not completely obsessed with the rumors…

    “If it’s not too much trouble, please, let us stay here and rest for a while before going back to our journey.” Tadayoshi lowered his head.

    “Please. Just for a little while,” Ei said in a weak and frightened voice, showing a few fake tears before bowing like the swordsman. Without a word, the disciple could tell her master approved.

    When the girl raised her head again, she saw the villagers exchanging glances among themselves. Ei could tell most didn’t want to let them stay, but they showed no reaction. They’re good, she thought, looking at each one.

    There was only one villager, a woman, who had something akin to a smile. But Tadayoshi showed no sign he had noticed; he only had eyes for the leader. Even so, Ei knew her master had noticed their reactions.

    The old woman also showed no reaction. She didn’t appear to be older than fifty, but the harsh life in the mountain had taken its toll on her appearance and left its marks. The leader was missing a couple fingers on her left hand, her face was covered with scars, part of her right ear was missing and one of her eyes was pale.

    Is she blind from that eye? Ei wondered as she shifted on her place a little, her legs stiff from sitting in the same position for so long.

    The leader’s good eye focused on her for a second before turning her attention back to the swordsman. The girl felt a shiver down her body. If it was me under that eye for so long, there’s no way I could take it… She closed her fist to stop the trembling.

    It wasn’t the stare of someone full of hate. It was a cold and dead stare, of someone who wouldn’t hesitate to do anything in order to save those she cared. There’s no way she’ll let a couple of strangers stay… Even if she ends up condemning us to death, she’ll makes us leave right now…

    “Of course we don’t expect it to be for free. Ei.”

    Tadayoshi didn’t need to say much else. Inside the bag, there were items they had prepared for occasions like this. Though she didn’t like the idea, Ei knew what might help the old woman incline towards let them stay.

    To hide the rest of the content from the villagers, Ei unwrapped the cloth around the blades of two axes without taking it from the bag. She took the two tool that could be used as weapon and handed it to her master. Hope they don’t try to use it on us, the disciple thought.

    “I know it’s not much, but I hope this can help in these times,” Tadayoshi said, offering the gifts with both hands, making sure he didn’t close his fingers around the shaft.

    As Ei closed the bag, she pulled her sword closer, ready to react to any sudden movements.

    The old woman didn’t move. In fact, she didn’t even glance her eye at the axes her master offered. She kept staring at Tadayoshi with the cold and with the dead eye that seemed to look through one’s soul.

    “You and your sister can stay until you’re well enough to travel,” she said at last, her voice in the same frail demeanor. But to Ei, there was something imposing on her tone. “But I recommend don’t staying too long. Despite building this house for lost travelers, times have changed. We don’t appreciate strangers that much.”

    Like you had to say that. We’re not blind, Ei thought, breathing out in relief when one of the guards took the axes from Tadayoshi’s hands.

    “Thank you very much for your kindness,” the swordsman said, bowing again. Ei imitated her master.

    The old woman bowed, if barely, to them. Then, with the help of her bodyguards, she stood up.

    “By any chance, did more people show up?” Tadayoshi asked when she was by the door. “I’m worried about my group. Perhaps the bandits followed us…”

    “No. You’re the first ones to come up here in a while,” the leader said after some thinking. Some of the villagers exchanged quick nervous glances but kept quiet.

    “No one…” Tadayoshi ran a hand on his worried face. “P-perhaps that’s good sign, right? I mean, the village at the foot of the mountain was destroyed but if the bandits don’t come up here, maybe they’re okay. Lost in the forest, but still alive…”

    No one answered him.

    “Could be,” Otose said curtly before leaving the house.

    The villagers outside became serious when the door opened. Before anyone closed it again, Ei saw the leader saying something. The others seemed relieved and began to disperse, including the ones surrounding the house.

    As the silence settled, a young woman opened the door. She had a tray with two portions of millet with an egg at the top and placed it before the outsiders.

    Ei thanked for the food in the same weak and frightened voice, all still part of her act. Even so, her words were true. After the tense mood had gone, the girl realized how starving she was. Tadayoshi picked up the chopsticks and smelled the food.

    “Seems delicious,” he said, smiling at the woman. She widened her eyes, made a reverence and left the house.

    When she opened the door, Ei noticed there were still some villagers around their prison room. Finally alone, her master’s smile vanished as he massaged his shoulders.

    “I thought the old lady would make us leave right now.” The swordsman stretched his arms while still sitting. “The last thing I wanted was to go back to that creepy forest… What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed his disciple strangely quiet.

    Ei hadn’t touched the food yet. She had enough experience to suspect anything given by suspicious people. Eyeing her food, she took a portion of the millet covered with the yolk with the chopsticks and smelled. It doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it, she thought, before nibbling. As she chewed, she realized there was nothing strange, and took a bigger portion.

    “How did you know?” she asked with her mouth full.

    “Their reaction,” he said with a serious expression. “If they’re not used to put anything suspicious on the food, most people will get nervous. That woman didn’t seem like she had. And before you asked, no one else around us seemed like that either. But to be honest, the most important clue is that if you’re okay after eating it, it must be safe.” With a smile, her master picked up a generous portion and ate.

    Ei was too hungry to feel anger.

    “What do you think it’s wrong with this village?” she asked when they finished.

    “So much I don’t even know where to start.” Tadayoshi stopped drinking from the bamboo bottle and cleaned his mouth with the back of the hand. “From the tracks, the soldiers did run to this mountain. There’s no way the villagers wouldn’t notice that many people coming up in their land. Even with that creepy forest. Either they all got lost and died, or the old lady is lying. And they seemed too worried with only two travelers, one which was hurt. At the very least, they’re hiding something.”

    Ei agreed with her master, but there was something else bothering her. Something she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was the villagers’ stare. And the old lady’s. I can understand her, but still… With no idea what to think, the girl gave up and went to sleep a restless sleep.

    Despite her bad first impression, the village’s daily life was like any other. Every villager woke early and did their morning chores. But when Tadayoshi and Ei came closer, they stopped whatever they were doing and watched the outsiders with suspicion.

    Even covering their swords with a cloth made no difference; the villager’s stares were the same as yesterday. As I thought, it’s not hate… It’s more as if they had never seen such deplorable existence… It’d be strange if a village accepted strangers just out of the goodness of their hearts but…

    Something else also caught Ei’s attention. The children. The few she saw were playing onigokko. The kid chosen as oni would chase the others, and whomever the kid caught would become the new oni and would chase the others. By the end of the play, the kid who had been the oni most times would have to do a dare. Ei played it a lot back home and was proud of the fact she barely had to do any dare in her entire life.

    But the swordswoman had never seen children playing in such a sad way. They ran, sweated, and shouted. All with smiles on their faces. But to Ei, it was hard to watch. She could tell they weren’t really having fun. All those smiles were fake.

    It’s like they’re forcing themselves to play… to act like kids, the girl thought. She remembered their guide. If I’m right, he had just buried someone, maybe his kid… that would explain why these kids look so sad. But then, why would they force themselves to do play?

    Knowing it would be hard to get any information from the grown-ups, Tadayoshi made his disciple approached the kids.

    “Do you really think I can get anything from them?” she asked, but she knew she would end up doing anyway.

    “Better than nothing,” he said, giving her a tug.

    The disciple sighed and walked towards the kids. But she was right. The children weren’t playing for real. All of them, without exception, fled when Ei got close enough.

    “I told you” she said when she got back.

    “That was weird. Even though you look, you aren’t old enough for them to run away like that. Or do you smell that bad?”

    “That’s the best you have today? Besides, compared to you, even a rotten corpse doesn’t smell so bad.”

    After so long with her master, the disciple had developed a way to counter his constants jokes. But there was a limit. If Ei talked back too much, he would increase the jokes to an annoying level.

    “It will be hard to get any information from anyone. What are we gonna do?” She changed the topic quickly.

    Before he could say anything, his stomach answered for him, rumbling.

    That’s the best way to shut him up, Ei thought, snorting and covering her mouth to hide her smile.

    The villagers hadn’t talked to them, less alone offered any food. We’re ghosts to them… maybe that’s their not so subtle way of telling us to get out. The disciple would be glad to do that, but her master would never consider dismissing a rumor.

    “We’ll hardly get any food from them… we should search if there’re any fruits outside the village…” Tadayoshi stopped talking when two villagers passed by them.

    One of them carried a big sack while the other followed him carrying tools. They ignored the outsiders but greeted a couple cutting firewood. The woman placed the small logs on a tree stump and the man brought down the ax a couple times until they had two pieces. The wife collected the wood and placed it on top of the others close by.

    Ei noticed the ax the husband used was one his master had given. So they think those axes are worth one meal each? They cost much more than that, she thought, staring.

    As the woman cleaned the sweat and placed another log, she noticed the swordswoman looking at her. She smiled at the girl but when she saw Tadayoshi by her side, she got back to her chore with a frightened expression.

    “She was inside our prison yesterday with the leader… she was the only one who didn’t stare at us like we were pitiful… well, to you,” Tadayoshi said.

    So you noticed that too, Ei thought, not surprised. Even with so many people inside that cramped space, her master would hardly let something like that go by without noticing.

    The swordsman stared at the woman for a while. So far, he only got her to glance at him a couple times. “Ask her if there’s a temple or sanctuary around here,” he ordered his disciple.


    “Just ask,” he insisted.

    Ei sighed and nodded, but on the inside, she thought it would hardly result in something. Who’d talk to a ghost asking where the temple is? That’s like, bad luck or something… Even so, she had to at least try.

    As discreetly as she could, she pressed her lips as she handed Asahi to her master. Even if probably every villager saw or knew she too carried a sword, the chances of getting any information from anyone should be higher if she was unarmed. But, as a swordswoman, Ei hated walking around without her sword. It’s like I’m naked and expose in this strange and hostile place, she thought.

    The woman was placing another log on the stump to her husband to cut. When she noticed Ei, she placed the cut firewood with the rest and turned to the girl.

    “E-excuse me,” Ei said in a low voice, stuttering on purpose.

    She made sure to glance at the man and then look at the ground, pretending to fear him. The girl had learned adults tended to drop their guard when she did that. Even bandits.

    The man stopped the ax in midair and turned to her, cleaning the sweat from his brow with the free hand. With cold eyes, he stared at her.

    “C-could you please t-tell me where the t-temple is?” she asked in a squeaking voice, looking at the woman all the time while trying to make herself as small as she could

    The couple exchanged glances for a moment.

    “Why do you wanna know?” There was no cordiality on the man’s voice. “What do you wanna do there?”

    I have more chance of getting anything from that ax than from him, she thought. But even so, she was satisfied with his reaction. It was exactly what she had planned.

    “You don’t need to be so rude, honey. She’s just a little girl who’s been through enough,” the woman said, giving her husband a hard look.

    “She’s an outsider,” he said in a hushed voice. “We don’t need to speak with that kind.”

    But the woman turned to Ei with a smile. The girl flashed a shy smile to her. “You’re Eiko-chan, right? The temple is a little north from here.” The man took a deep breath and shook his head, but that didn’t stop his wife. “But the path… it might be dangerous if you don’t know the area. Why do you want to visit it?”

    Shit! She had to ask… I need to come up with a lie. Fast! Ei had been trying to think of a lie during the short walk to the couple. But she couldn’t come up with anything. Normally I’d think something beforehand… if not for Tadayoshi… Cursing her master in her mind, she looked at the ground and fidgeted her fingers, trying to buy some time.

    “I… I…” If I say something without thinking, it could ruin our cover-up story… If it’s too bad, we might have to leave the village right away… “I wanna… I mean…we want… want to… make an offering… to our late mother…” Ei managed to say, surprising even herself.

    As the words came out of her mouth, a sad smile appeared. It’s been a while since I thought mom…

    Around the time of her death, Ei wanted to make some kind of offering to her. Nothing big or fancy. Just something so her mother wouldn’t think she had forgotten about her. But the daughter couldn’t.

    At the time, Tadayoshi’s whereabouts were discovered, and they were being chased day and night. They couldn’t even think of something other than surviving. We managed to get rid of those guys, but I forgot about mom… maybe now I can offer her something.

    Think about her mother so suddenly made the girl’s eyes teary. She wasn’t crying, but she forced herself to look down. Even though it would help to get more information, she didn’t use her tears. Pretend to be vulnerable was one thing; to show a real weakness to strangers was another.

    But there was something else too. Ei knew she would feel too guilty if she used her mother like that.

    “Eiko-chan… I’m so sorry for you lost,” the woman said in a voice filled with emotion.

    Only after the girl had controlled her emotions she raised her head. The woman looked at her with pity in her while her husband looked away. Without a word, she raced inside her home. A few moments later, she came back with two rice balls and handed them to the girl.

    “I know it’s not much, but take these as offering for you mom,” the woman said with a low voice.

    With her mouth half open, Ei thanked the couple with a clumsy bow and walked away without saying a word. I shouldn’t have used my mom for this, she thought as she looked at the food offering. The swordswoman was already used to lies by now. But it was the first time she felt guilty.

    Tadayoshi was eyeing the food the entire time. When the girl got close enough, his stomach reacted, but he didn’t ask for the rice balls. He looked at her in the eyes for a moment before handing his disciple’s sword back.

    Ei could tell her master had realized what she was thinking. He’ll listen to me, but I don’t wanna talk about that. Not now, not here, in this creepy village. The girl looked at the ground, pressing her lips. Her master, instead of saying anything, turned around and walked to the nearest village exit. Thanks, master, she thought, going after him.

    “A little north,” Tadayoshi mumbled as he pushed a branch out of the way. “These mountain idiots have no notion of distance. They think that if anything is within the damn mountain, is close…”

    Ei had lost count of how many times her master had said that. But she couldn’t tell him to shut up; she felt the same.

    Midday had come and gone, but the forest didn’t change, nor the temple appeared. It’s the same was yesterday, the girl thought, dropping her shoulders.

    The path to the temple was the same as the fake path to the village. The trees seemed to lead them to nowhere and would let them there forever, in that cold and strange mountain.

    At least this time they were more prepared. The moment they stepped inside the forest, and realized it was the same as the fake path, her master pulled a knife and began carving on the trunks. Despite having a trail back to the village, Ei felt couldn’t help but feel that they would still end up lost.

    “I don’t know why you wanna go to a temple,” Ei mumbled while she tried to carve on a tree.

    Halfway up the day, Tadayoshi gave up and handed her the knife with a sour mood, ordering her to do it. This shit is more tiresome than I imagined…

    The trunks were hard and, using one hand on the small blade, the girl spent more time making a simple cut than she should. Ei thought about giving up as well, but the small marks where the only thing showing them the way back. We can’t count on another creepy guy showing up to lead us back to the village.

    “Besides, it wouldn’t be so bad if we hadn’t left the path for too long. Now we can’t be sure we’re going north,” she said, looking up. Thanks to the treetops and the clouds, it was hard to tell where the sun was. Hope we’re still going north…

    “Ah, well, I’m sorry that I don’t have your skill of walking through rocks,” her master snapped back.

    Ei held back her answer. She knew he wasn’t just angry for getting lost. Most of his sour mood was due to hunger.

    At first, Tadayoshi said nothing, even though he eyed the rice balls with envy. But after a while, his stomach spoke louder.

    But Ei didn’t give the food to him. It might have started as a half lie, but now she truly wanted to make an offering to her mother.

    Her master didn’t insist, feeling it was important to his disciple. But that didn’t make his hunger go away. They hadn’t seen a single animal around and the few fruits they found were old, shriveling and hard. Most were a step away from rotting.

    Tadayoshi said it was better than staying hungry as he collected the fruits. Even though he ate many, Ei couldn’t eat more than one of those peaches. In fact, after the first bite, she ended up eating half a worm, and lost her appetite as she spat.

    “Finally… a little to the north,” Tadayoshi said, snorting.

    While she was making another carving, Ei realized her master had gone. The disciple had to race to keep up with him. When she caught up to him, she saw what lessened his bad mood.

    Though they could hardly call it a temple, since wasn’t bigger than the prison-house in the village, the building was definitely religious. But as she stared at it, Ei couldn’t share her master’s happiness. There’s something strange here…

    Ei had spent most of her time, when she wasn’t traveling, in a temple after she left her village and could recognize and spot the differences in the religious buildings. The one before she couldn’t be called religious. Not for its size. The place where most village prayed were nothing more than a small box that, according to them, it was where the spirit of the rice lived.

    This building had no foundation. Even the simplest house had some sort of foundation. That way it wouldn’t stand directly on ground. The temples and sanctuaries were the same, with a wooden foundation or a solid rock base. Even the praying boxes were built in a similar way. But it wasn’t the case here.

    And the roof, Ei stared at it. The edges were supposed to be round due to some religious purpose the girl couldn’t remember. But this roof was just like any other house, simple. The pillars supporting it were just carved trunks, with no symbol or painting. The walls were exposed and had no painting. The door, made of pure wood, had no drawing or even rice paper. There wasn’t even a small stair. No matter how low the foundation was, it needed stairs for rituals involving the elderly women.

    “Was this really built the priests?” Ei knew it couldn’t be, but she still asked. This temple or sanctuary was so weird that even she, who had little knowledge, thought it was strange.

    “I don’t know,” Tadayoshi admitted, feeling one of the pillars with a hand. “It doesn’t look like it… maybe the original structure broke or rotten and the villagers replaced it whatever way they could. Or perhaps this—”

    “Isn’t… the real… one,” a panting voice spoke behind them.

    I didn’t notice someone again? Despite her surprise, Ei drew her sword and turned around to the voice.

    Tadayoshi turned around too, but without drawing his sword.

    “When Masa said that idiot couple sent someone, I thought it was you,” Tadayoshi said, smiling and walking to the newcomer. “You’re the only priest who’d agree to come to this end-of-world place.”


    When Ei realized who it was, she sheathed her sword and raced to the newcomer, wrapping her arms around him.

    “It’s… been a while… Eiko-chan,” the priest said, smiling despite panting. Even as he rested against a tree to recover his breath, he hugged the girl back.

    Ei took one of the bamboo bottles and gave to her teacher. Ryuu drank in two gulps, coughing. After he cleaned his mouth, he stared at the rice balls, his stomach growling.

    His student handed one to him without him asking. Knowing him, I doubt he’d ever ask, Ei thought.

    “Thanks… Eiko-chan… you’re a… lifesaver…” He ate the food in three bites and cleaned the leftover rice from his mouth with the back of the hand. “I hope… Tadayoshi isn’t… giving you… too much trouble.”

    “Hey, why he can have one and not me? Give me the other.” Her master tried to take the rice ball from her hands.

    “No!” Ei hugged the food and used her body as a shield, protecting the only rice ball left. “Ryuu-sensei is tired from coming all the way up here. That’s why he gets one.”

    “Unlike me, who was flying so far, right? I’m exhausted too! Give me that!” Tadayoshi reached out, but Ei turned around, hitting him with the backpack.

    The anger crossed her master’s face. Oh, shit… Without thinking, Ei raced to stand behind the priest.

    “C’mon, Tadayoshi… don’t get angry… at your disciple… for something like this,” Ryuu said, smiling.

    The anger on Tadayoshi’s face disappeared as he calmed down.

    Ei smiled but made sure to hide it from her master. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him like this. Ryuu-sensei is one of the few people Tadayoshi could call a friend.

    When Ei met the man, she couldn’t contain her surprise when she realized he and her master were friends. The priest and the swordsman were the complete opposites. Ryuu was gentle, polite and even complained about Tadayoshi’s constant teasing her.

    “I’m glad Masa-san managed to find you, Tadayoshi. Ever since Kaguya-sama sent me on this mission, I have been looking for a way to tell you about it.”

    “Yeah, and he almost killed my disciple. But that doesn’t matter.”

    “Hey,” Ei complained.

    “What do you mean this isn’t the real one?” Tadayoshi ignored Ei and ran a hand on one of the pillars. “It’s weird all right, but isn’t the real one?”

    “I checked three times now and I’m sure this place isn’t marked on any of our maps.”

    “Then what are you doing here?”

    Ryuu’s cheeks became red as he avoided meeting Tadayoshi’s eyes. Ei could tell it wasn’t because of the exhaustion.

    “I got lost in the forest,” the priest admitted in a low voice. “After days here, I finally heard some people and followed them. When I realized it was you two, I tried calling, but neither one heard me. You two walk too fast.”

    The priest smiled. When Tadayoshi smiled back and gave him a friendly slap on the back, he almost fell down.

    With Ei’s help, Ryuu stood up and took a carefully rolled up piece of paper from his inside his clothes, handing it to his friend.

    As Tadayoshi unrolled, Ei saw it was a map of the mountain. Even though she couldn’t understand the land markings well, she observed it with great interest. Her master knew how to read maps, but since he rarely had one, he didn’t bother to teach her. The little she knew was thanks to old and unused maps she could find in the temples.

    After a few instants, her master put a finger around the east part of the mountain. Ei knew the dot meant a village. There were other marks around like that, but that one was the closest to the center of the map, which she assumed it was the top of the mountain. She followed her master’s fingers to a mark isolated in the middle of the forest.

    “Little north my ass… or those two are complete idiots, or they were trying to make a fool of us,” Tadayoshi said, breathing hard through his nose.

    Ei stared at the map, trying to understand the reason of Tadayoshi’s anger. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t figure out on her own. “What’s the matter? Did the woman lied to me?”

    With a gentle smile, the priest turned the map to her.

    “Take a look, Eiko-chan. According to the map, the real temple is west of the village.” Ryuu looked at the building. “And there’s nothing on this map about this temple. Maybe the villagers abandoned the original one and now they’re using this one. That explains why they sent you two here… It’s been too long since we checked this region… we’ve been too busy in the last few years…”

    Ei tried to cheer up her teacher with a smile. “Since you’re going to the temple, let’s go together.”

    “What a brilliant idea. I’d never thought of that. Thank the heavens you’re here to share your wisdom,” her master said, bowing to her.

    “Stop picking on her, Tadayoshi. She’s your precious disciple.” The priest rolled the map and put inside his clothes again.

    “Unfortunately, I’m used to it.”

    Before Ei went after the two men, she turned to the building. Even though she knew it wasn’t the real one, she couldn’t stop feel something spiritual about it. She walked to the entrance, placed the rice ball on the front door, and then put her hands together and prayed for her mother. Then she raced after her master and her teacher.

    The map didn’t make much difference. There was no marking nor any kind of path. The villagers did really abandon the original temple, Ei thought.

    The priest couldn’t keep with the girl and the swordsman, so they had to slow down, prolonging the walk. Their only luck was that they found a tree which still had some good fruits lefts. And by the looks of it, the only good ones in this area, the swordswoman thought.

    Ei picked up as much she could; though the fruits weren’t exactly fresh, they were good enough to make her master shut up for a while. But to be sure, she sliced the fruit with the knife, checking if there weren’t any worm again before taking a bite.

    It was almost completely dark by the time they finally reached the real temple. Or at least what was left.

    The real one was about five times bigger, occupying from one side to the other of the huge clearing in the forest. The rock foundation was in complete ruins. Ei thought the temple would sink in on itself at any time. One of the outer walls had broken and part of the ceiling had given away. Only less than half seemed entire.

    Ei and Ryuu approached the temple as Tadayoshi circled the building.

    “Wait,” the girl asked when the priest was about to pull a pillar blocking the still usable part of the entrance. The swordswoman drew her sword as she pointed up.

    The wood on the top was rotten and broken. Ryuu-sensei nodded nervously and took a few steps back. With one move, Ei cut the pillar.

    The ceiling came down with a great crash. After the dust settled, they both moved the rubbles with care and cleared a usable path to the entrance.

    The inner part was even worse than the outside. The temple had two rooms. The first was the ample one, where they made the rituals. But with the partially fallen ceiling, it was impossible to investigate much beyond the door.

    But even so, Ei noticed one thing; the floor didn’t look as it had caved in. It had a huge hole. That looks more like something broke from beneath.

    The priest noticed that as well. But unlike Ei, who was surprised and curious, his face filled with dread, the color leaving his cheeks.

    Before she could ask, Tadayoshi appeared behind them, staring at the hole too. Just like the priest, the swordsman’s eyes filled with fear.

    “What did you guys put in here?” Tadayoshi asked in a low and serious voice.

    “Please, understand, Tadayoshi. We couldn’t transport it without awakening it. We had to leave it here…” Ryuu-sensei answered, his voice full of guilt.

    Leave what here? Ei wanted to ask but knew she felt she shouldn’t interrupt the moment.

    “W-we took all the necessary precautions… Once a year we came up here and made sure the seals were stable but…”

    “But what, Ryuu?” Tadayoshi insisted, standing in his full height.

    Ei couldn’t follow the conversation. She looked between her master and her teacher. The priest shook his head while Tadayoshi stared him.

    “A while ago, we felt something wrong in this region. Kaguya-sama didn’t want to believe, but it must have awakened…”

    “What awakened?” Ei asked, her curiosity too strong.

    But before they answered, the images of the statues crossed her mind. Yashamaru… no… it’s not possible. Demons… they’re just stories to scare kids, Ei told herself, but without she realized it, she was clutching the handle of her sword, trying to believe in her own words.

    Neither Tadayoshi nor Ryuu was looking at her.

    But as the silence filled the temple, a scream echoed through the mountain, so loud Ei felt her entire body shaking.

    It was as if the mountain itself had shrieked.

    Tadayoshi left the temple with his sword in hand. Ei did the same and followed her master, with Ryuu right behind her.

    Chapter 24
    Ei didn’t know where the scream had come from; it was so loud it echoed everyone.

    She looked around but found nothing. Without closing her eyes, she enhanced her hearing, trying to sense anyone, or anything, near them.

    But it was hard. The scream had put fear into her heart.

    Calm down… calm down, Eiko… don’t let your fears dull your blade, she told herself, trying to control her breathing.

    It worked. But as her awareness expanded, she felt nothing around them.

    Then, when the silence covered the mountain, another screamed echoed.

    Ei covered her ears, but it made no difference; the screech was so loud the girl could feel it reverberating inside her. She felt sick and almost lost her consciousness. Damn it… I can’t… If I faint now, I might die…

    Panting and grabbing her chest, the swordswoman managed to keep her consciousness.

    There’s no way… that was from… a human… but I don’t… know any animal… that can scream… so loud…

    But there was something the girl could tell; whatever being had screamed, it wasn’t because of pain. That scream was full of rage.

    The swordswoman tightened her grip around the handle of her sword. As her body stopped trembling, she looked around once again.

    But, in the clearing, it was hard to determine where the scream had come from.

    No…it’s more like it’s coming from the mountain itself…

    Once again a heavy and eerie silence filled the clearing.

    It was as if everything was still, cold, dead.

    Then they heard footsteps coming to them from the top of the mountain.

    Ei and Tadayoshi towards the sound, standing before the priest with their swords raised.

    “Run!” a voice shouted. “Don’t stop!”

    Moments later, five people entered the clearing. They were looking back in the direction they had come from and didn’t notice the people before them.

    At once Ei knew they were soldiers from the fight that destroyed the village at the foot of the mountain. But their armors were too dirty and worn out, as if they had gone through tough situations without any maintenance.

    Though it was faint and scratched, three soldiers had the same emblem on their armor; three swords intersecting in the middle. The other two had four yellow cherry blossom petals inside a circle. She had seen that symbol before.

    So the soldiers did run to the mountain… and there’s no way the villagers wouldn’t notice them in their territory… they lied to us.

    The soldiers froze when they looked forward and saw the three strangers before them. For a brief moment, the girl thought they could avoid the fight. But when the soldiers saw their swords, they drew their own weapons.

    “We’re not sacrifices for that monster!” one of them screamed and before Tadayoshi could say anything, they attacked.

    Shit! They’re so frightened they won’t believe even if we say we don’t wanna fight them!

    “Ryuu, stay in the temple,” her master said, and his friend nodded and obeyed.

    The priest almost tripped when Ei took her bag and threw to him.

    The soldiers ignored him, completely focused on the swordsman and his disciple, the people who carried weapons.

    “Ei,” the master whispered without looking at her.

    “Yes,” the disciple whispered back.

    There was no need for him to say. She already understood how they should fight. But even if Ei knew it was their plan, it was hard for her to control her anxiety as they faced their opponents side by side, waiting for them to come close enough and then surprise them.

    Don’t forget it, Eiko, she told herself without taking her eyes off the soldiers. Don’t forget…

    There was a lot she complained and disliked about Tadayoshi’s trainings and way of teaching. But even so, his lessons were burned in her mind. Especially one that she requested herself. The still remembered that day, when she was still far from fighting by her master’s side.

    “How do you fight many enemies?” Ei asked as she got out of her improvised hideout she had found when the assassins attacked.

    “The best way is you don’t. It’s stupid to fight when you’re outnumbered,” Tadayoshi replied, tearing a piece from the assassin’s clothes and cleaning the blood from his sword.

    “So that’s why you always fight?” Ei jumped over the dead body. She recognized the face quickly. It was the one she exchanged a blow before hiding.

    They had been ambushed in the middle of a plain field with little trees. The group was too organized to be simple bandits. They wore green cloaks that blend with the grass and when the appeared, it was as if they had come out of nowhere.

    What made Ei wary was the fact that she didn’t sense any of them, even though she had been training hard to sense people’s presence. But the fact that even her master only noticed them in the last instant before they attack made her somewhat less dejected.

    When he told her to hide, Ei listened to him and ran. But to her bad luck, she went in the direction of one of the assassins.

    The girl had been training with a sword for a while at the time, but even she was aware she wasn’t anywhere ready to fight. However, that didn’t mean she was completely defenseless before an enemy.

    When the assassin attacked, Ei drew her sword and raised it above her head, ready to redirect the weapon’s trajectory. It was the first movement her master had taught her. But there was a difference; unlike Tadayoshi, the man before her wasn’t teaching her. If he had to, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill the girl.

    When the blades met, Ei felt the entire weight of his killing intent behind it. Even if it was only for a moment, her entire body trembled. Gritting her teeth and using all her strength, she managed to deflect the attack, and the assassin’s sword dug into the ground. Even with her arm throbbing painfully, Ei didn’t lose the chance and slashed at the man’s leg.

    The cut was superficial; it barely cut through the man’s skin. But it was enough to make him surprised. He took an instant too long to react, and before he could do anything to her, Ei felt a blade cutting the air above her head. The girl could only watch as the sword slashed the man in the chest.

    Ei didn’t wait to see if the assassin was dead or not; she ran as far as she could from the fight without turning her head.

    “You know, I liked you more when you got angry easily. This Ei from now isn’t that much fun to tease.” Tadayoshi used another piece of cloth to clean and another to wrap the wound on his leg. “What did you notice?”

    The fight was so fast and intense she barely had time to understand what had happened. But there was one thing did stick in her mind.

    “You never stood still. You were always moving and didn’t waste any attack. You either killed or disarmed them with each blow.” Though Ei would never tell him, she was awestruck when he broke the assassin’s weapon and slash at his eyes. “Ah, and you never let them get behind you at any time,” she added when she remembered.

    Every time her master sensed an enemy around his back, he changed positions or charged and aimed at whoever was closest.

    “Fighting against many opponents at the same time is stupid, but not impossible. Normally I try to run away, but with you by my side, it’s harder,” he said in a tired voice, showing his hand to his disciple. When she handed him the bamboo bottle, Tadayoshi drank it all in two gulps.

    Despite his words, Ei knew he wasn’t blaming her. And even if did, she wouldn’t let it bother her; there was nothing she could do to change that at the moment.

    “When running away isn’t an option, you need to observe everything. If the enemies are weak, it’s easier to just kill the leader right away. Almost every time the rest get scared and run away. But when they aren’t weak, or have more experience, or worse, if they’re used to fight as a group, standing still is the same as getting yourself killed. Have you ever played sword fight against an adult? Or just an older kid?”

    Ei nodded. The girl used to play fight with her cousin and the other kids. They pretended to be samurais and tried to hit each other with sticks, imagining those feeble pieces of wood were mighty swords.

    Even if her cousin was almost a grown man, the kids won over half the times. When they all ganged up on him, he had no chance.

    “Then you already know weaklings can defeat stronger opponents if they have the numbers. Even the lords can die if they underestimate their peasants.”

    He flashed a smiled and Ei knew her master was thinking about his own master. Then Tadayoshi shook his head and turned back to her.

    “But there are ways to fight many people at once. First, be quick and never stop moving. Don’t give the opportunity for them to use the numerical advantage on you. And never leave your back open. If you can, kill the weakest as fast as you can with less moves as possible. That makes the enemies surprised and you have to take advantage of that,” he said. Then he smiled at her. “And if you’re fighting with someone by your side, protect each other’s back.”

    All those memories came to Ei as she took a deep breath.

    As the enemies came closer, she knew whom she would fight against. Without exposing that, she focused on her adversary, leaving the others to her master.

    The soldier was one with the four cherry blossom petals in a circle stamped on his armor. From the way he moved, Ei could tell he was just an ashigaru, a foot soldier, the lowest rank in the armies. Even so, she couldn’t, no, she wouldn’t underestimate him.

    Despite his state, he was a man, an adult, a soldier, an enemy.

    But despite facing an armed enemy, the soldier wasn’t truly seen the girl.

    Ei smiled in her mind. As a swordswoman, she should be angry at being ignored once again. But the girl quelled down those feeling. Because she knew she should use everything in her disposal in order to survive another day.

    But soon the swordswoman realized the soldier before her wasn’t like the others.

    The man wasn’t paying attention to her, but not because he was underestimating her. In fact, he didn’t even seem to notice the girl with a sword in her hands before him.

    The soldier had his bloodshot eyes wide. Even as he faced Ei, he was always looking in the direction he and the others had come from over his shoulder.

    Then Ei realized. He’s more afraid with whatever screamed… He’s taken by fear… something that dulls the blade, right, master?

    But when the sounds of swords crossing filled the clearing, the man seemed to awake. Despite his fear, he turned and truly looked at the swordswoman before him for the first time. His sword trembled so much the sound of metal rattling was louder than anything else to the girl. With his eyes filled with dread, the soldier screamed and ran towards the swordswoman.

    His attack, a vertical slash, was simple and direct.

    Ei didn’t even bother to block or redirect the blade. At the last minute, she avoided with a sidestep. Then she aimed her sword at his waist, on the joint of the armor, one of the weak spots. Just as Tadayoshi had taught her.

    The soldier took too long to react, and her blade hit him.

    Yes, the swordswoman thought. But at once she knew her attack was too shallow.

    Even as his screams of pain filled the clearing, the soldier managed to jump to the side and get away from her. He shut his mouth and touched his wound, but never took his eyes off the girl.

    Overtaken by her urge to end the fight and help her master, Ei advanced. This time she aimed the tip of her blade at his throat and put all her weight behind the sword.

    But the soldier reacted. More out of reflex than ability, he raised his arm to defend his throat.

    Shit! I put too much strength, she thought. But it was too late to change the direction of her attack.

    Ei’s sword struck the gauntlet with full force. Despite the enemy falling backwards, she felt the impact. The rebound was too strong, and her hands went a little numb as her arms trembled. She lost her balance and the control of her weapon.

    The man was surprised at himself. But it only lasted a moment. Despite his fear, he was still a soldier. He stood up and attacked.

    His sword seemed almost still compared to Tadayoshi’s as it came towards her head. Even so, Ei had no way to react in time without her balance. The only thing she could do was block the attack, and she knew she would lose in terms of strength.


    When the blades met, Ei threw all her strength to the side, trying to redirect the arc of the attack. The swordswoman managed, but barely. Despite avoiding the mortal blow, her own sword dug deep into her shoulder.

    If it was the edge, I’d be dead now…

    Ignoring her pain, she jumped sideways to get away from that pressure.

    The soldier lost his balance and fell forward.

    The girl didn’t waste her chance to catch him off guard

    Without rushing, Ei attacked again, aiming at the joint under his arm with a stab. She put all that was left of her strength into her blade.

    The sword pierced his flesh deep enough to be fatal.

    When she pulled Asahi back, the soldier put a hand over his wound and stared at his blood-covered hand. He opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came from him. He looked at the girl who had killed him and then fell forward.

    With her breathing shallow, Ei stared into his eyes until it lost its glow.

    Even though he was taken over by fear, I had trouble fighting him… I’m still far from fighting by master’s side for real, the girl thought, with an emptiness filling her. But I have don’t time to think about this.

    The next moment, the swordswoman exhaled, letting go of those feeling. Then she swung her sword to clean the blood and turned to the other soldiers.

    Her master had killed two, but the others seemed too frightened to keep fighting. They lowered their swords, completely ignoring the swordsman before them. All they seemed able to do was stare at the direction they came.

    Tadayoshi didn’t take his eyes off them. But the next moment, he widened his eyes and lowered his sword. His face had lost its color as he turned to look in the same direction as the soldiers.

    Ei froze for a moment. What could leave Tadayoshi like that?

    Gulping, she took a deep breath and honed her senses. Coming from the top of the mountain, she felt something.

    What’s… that…?

    The girl had trouble breathing. There’s… something there… Something big, strong… and evil…

    At once she knew that was the source of the screams that shook the mountain. Her instincts told her.

    A quake shook the clearing.

    Her entire body trembled and her knees cave in. Without letting go of her sword, the girl hugged herself, but the shivers did not stop. It was as if she was drowning in frozen waters. Ei couldn’t breathe.

    Her head became dizzy and her body numb. She couldn’t stop the urge to vomit.

    The two soldiers screamed, dropped their swords and ran to the other direction.

    Ei wanted to do the same, but her boy didn’t obey.

    Another quake.

    It’s coming… to us, she wanted to say to her master, but she had no voice.

    The girl could feel the ground shaking. She tried standing, but her body still hadn’t recovered her strength. Even using her sword to support herself, Ei had trouble to stand.

    Another quake.

    The trees shook, the leaves fell.

    The entire roof of the temple cave in, the dust rising up.

    Even in her weakened state, Ei thought of her teacher. But there was no need to worry.

    The priest came running from the temple before it caved in completely.

    Whatever was coming, would soon be in the clearing with them.

    “Ryuu… protect Ei,” her master said without taking his eyes from the source of that evil presence. Even though his voice was low, the disciple could feel the urgency in his tone.

    The priest took the girl by the arm and urged her to hide with him. But she didn’t budge. He pulled her harder, his hands cold and sweaty.

    Another quake.

    Ei almost fell, and the priest had to drag her out of the clearing. Without ceremony, he threw her in the bushes.

    Suddenly the quakes stopped, along with everything else in the clearing.

    The leaves, the sounds, the wind, everything stopped for a heartbeat.

    Even Ei’s breathing had stopped. With difficulty, she managed to sit. Without enhancing her senses, she could feel something evil in the air.

    A fear she had never felt before embraced her. Each part of her screamed for her to run as far as she could from there. She let go of her sword. We need… to get away… from here…

    Even though she knew that, her body had stopped obeying her.

    She heard a tree being ripped from the ground. And then the source of that evil presence was with them

    With difficulty, she turned her head and became paralyzed.

    Before her eyes, was an Oni.

    Just like in the stories she had heard as a kid, it was beyond terrifying.

    The demon was huge, almost three times Tadayoshi’s height. Wearing nothing but a loincloth made of bear hide. Its skin was a mixture of red and black. The teeth were huge, strong and so numerous it gave the beast the impression of a permanent smile. Each tooth was the size of a finger. Its breathing made a long fog. In one hand it had a kanabo, a club made of wood with iron encrusted, almost the thickness of a tree trunk.

    Before them, was a monster, a nightmare, in the form of a human, an Oni.
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  18. riki

    riki Storyteller

    伝説メンバー / Densetsu / Legendary Member


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    Thanks for the update! I was worried since I haven't seen you posted for a while.

    Man, that ending was unexpected. The whole time I thought you were writing a historical fiction, so I didn't expect for Tadayoshi to face an one. Looks like this is going to be an intense battle. Not to mention, Ryuu has a lot of explaining to do.
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  19. phmoura

    phmoura Registered User

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    Things got busy in the last couple months and I forgot to post here.
    But I won't forget again XD

    I knew people would think it was unexpected.
    I was dropping minor hints, but they were too few.
    And I don't think you'll be disappointed with the battle
    --- Double Post Merged, Sep 2, 2018, Original Post Date: Aug 16, 2018 ---
    Chapter 25
    Tadayoshi barely breathed as he stared at the huge beast before him.

    That’s not the demon I’m looking for, the swordsman thought, an emptiness spreading inside him.

    The next moment, rage filled that emptiness. He clutched the handle of his sword with more strength. Another dead end… Shit…

    Despite his rage and disappointment, the swordsman had no time for those feelings.

    Even if the demon before him wasn’t the one he wanted to take revenge, it was a threat. One that could kill him if he made the slightest mistake.

    The demon seemed overwhelmed by the number of people screaming in the clearing and stood still.

    Tadayoshi glanced at his friend and disciple without making anything any sound. Shit, he thought when he saw Ei and Ryuu paralyzed.

    “What’s your name, demon?” the swordsman asked in a low voice. He knew it was beyond stupid to make the beast focus its attention on him. But even so, he did in the hope of buying some time for his friend and disciple to hide.

    As he expected, the Oni turned when it noticed his presence.

    The beast stood where it was, glaring Tadayoshi in the eyes.

    The swordsman felt his body growing cold and numb, but even so, he didn’t avert his eyes.

    The Oni then looked at the corpses around the human’s feet, its breathing deep and foul. Even from that distance, the swordsman felt the hot breath on his face.

    Was it attracted by the smell of blood and the screams…? If so, it’s just a brainless demon… I won’t get any information from it…

    Tadayoshi stood completely still. He made no sound as he waited for the Oni to act. He was part of the scene as he gathered all the concentration he had. If it truly were just a mindless beast, with that much brutal strength, he would die if he lost his concentration even for a heartbeat.

    The beast raised its head a little and smiled. Or at least it seemed as if it was smiling. With that many teeth, it was hard to tell. But it mattered not. For the next moment, the Oni howled. It was a screech that seemed thrilled with death and blood, and that sent a shiver through the swordsman’s body.

    As Tadayoshi’s hand trembled, his sword clanked a little.

    Though it was barely audible, that low sound was enough to make the beast charged at him.

    It was slow, but each massive step had a monstrous strength, making the dust rise from the ruins of the temple. When the demon was close enough, it halted and swung the heavy kanabo as if swinging twig.

    Tadayoshi jumped backward, escaping unscathed for a hairsbreadth. It was enough for him to confirm the power of the weapon and the thing that swung it. If I’m hit once, I’ll die…

    The swordsman knew was only one way to survive; to end the fight as quickly as he could. And the only way to achieve that would need all his speed and reflex.

    Taking advantage of the beast’s confusion for not hitting anything, Tadayoshi put all his weight on the sword and attacked the exposed elbow with all his strength.

    The blade barely broke the red and black skin.

    The Oni reacted, swinging the weapon in reflex.

    Despite reacting, Tadayoshi realized. His blow made no difference. It was like a prickle of a needle to it.

    The swordsman dodged the weapon and ran between the beast’s legs. As he passed it, he slashed at the ankle.

    But once again his attack barely scratched the skin.

    The beast screamed in rage and went after him.

    Despite being much faster, Tadayoshi knew he couldn't avoid the attacks for too long. If I failed once, I'm dead, he thought, dodging a blow that would have ripped his head off if it landed.

    As he avoided the attacks and tried to find a place where his blade could do some damage, he felt something behind his back. Holding his breath, Tadayoshi realized he was trapped against a tree. Shit!

    The Oni attacked again, swinging the kanabo sideways.

    Without any other option, Tadayoshi threw himself on the ground. As the weapon passed above his head, he felt the tremendous force.

    The tree behind him was destroyed with just one blow.

    Not ripped from the earth. Destroyed.

    As the dust rained on him, Tadayoshi stopped breathing, his hands trembling. Even he could not believe the beast’s strength. Is this the kind of enemies the idiot couple faces? The swordsman shook his head and tightened the grip on the handle of his sword until his fingers became numb and lost its color. With his breathing shallow, he looked up.

    Through the dust, he saw the beast wasn't paying attention to him. It was glaring where the trunk had fallen.

    It probably thought it was me, Tadayoshi realized. It’s so powerful it can’t tell the difference between a human and a trunk. With a deep breath, he squatted without making a sound and stabbed the Oni in the stomach using all the strength he had.

    A prickle of deep red blood ran down the blade, but the tip of the sword had barely pieced. Though it was softer than the arms and the leg, his attack barely broke beyond the skin again. Shit! My attacks are useless!

    The beast screamed, more out of rage than pain. It turned its head to his stomach, where the blade still was. Then it saw Tadayoshi on the other side of the sword. The Oni twisted its mouth in what looked like a terrifying smile, raised the kanabo and brought it down with all its force.

    Tadayoshi pulled his sword and rolled away in time, but the impact left a hole where he was instants ago.

    Shit, the swordsman thought, cleaning the cold sweat running down his brow.

    As the beast attacked, it left many openings, which he took. But it was the same as nothing; none of his attacks had any effect.

    But each time the Oni swung its weapon, tree fells and the ground gained new holes. And the worst was, every time the kanabo struck against the earth, the pebbles and rocks hit Tadayoshi every time.

    Fuck! Fuck! I need to do something now, or I’m gonna die, he thought, ignoring the pain all over his body.

    The demon swung its weapon again, but this time Tadayoshi didn’t retreat.

    Gritting his teeth, he jumped diagonally. He managed to avoid the attack from the kanabo directly, but not the flying rocks. With his cheek bleeding, the swordsman placed his weapon against the beast’s arm and slid the blade up, slicing a piece of flesh. It’s like slicing old leather!

    The Oni’s screams echoing through the mountain was like a beautiful song to Tadayoshi’s ears. For the first time, he had caused a real damage to the demon. Even if I can’t cut the muscles, I can slice its flesh…

    With a wild smile, the swordsman knew how he could win.

    Ryouchukei… death by thousand cuts… Tadayoshi let out a weak chuckle. I can’t believe I’m considering slicing that thing a thousand times. The idea wasn’t encouraging at all, but he now at least had a chance to survive.

    Yes… if that’s the only way, I’ll do it… I’m not gonna die here… I can’t die yet…

    The beast swung the kanabo again.

    Tadayoshi was already expecting and move forward. As he avoided the blow, he entered the oni’s territory. In the same way he sliced the demon’s arm, he sliced the leg.

    A scream loud enough to make Tadayoshi’s ears hurt and his body tremble echoed through the forest again.

    Despite the pain, the swordsman wanted to hear more. Before the demon could react, he raised his sword and sliced a piece of the chest under the neck. Three, he thought, panting a little. Only 997 to go…

    Tadayoshi dived under the Oni’s arm, slicing a piece of the demon’s flesh before the kanabo reached him. Without wasting time, he turned around and advanced the moment he saw the opportunity, slicing again and again.

    Soon the swordsman and his blade were covered in blood, the pieces of sliced flesh spread across the clearing.

    Two hundred… and fifty… one… Tadayoshi had barely reached a quarter, but he was already panting too much. Sweat ran down his face, blood ran down his back and legs, his clothes red, his hair hard with the dry liquid, his sword heavy for his arms.

    The Oni dark red blood ran down all over its body, but his strength had not waver at all.

    It doesn’t look like I’m slicing him to death…

    Tadayoshi spat the beast’s blood in his mouth. Death by a thousand cuts seems easy when the enemy can’t move…

    But the worst was what he realized during the fight. The beast had a level of intelligence. In the beginning, Tadayoshi sliced the flesh without much trouble. But when he reached around 150, he started to get tired, and the beast to evade. It wasn’t enough to escape his speed, but it was enough to make the swordsman work harder for each slice.

    The result was visible; the slices were smaller and took much longer. I need to change strategy now or I’ll die before reaching 500!

    The Oni raised the kanabo and brought it down with all its strength.

    Tadayoshi jumped and rolled to the side. He avoided the blow but when the weapon blew the ground, the dust rose, and a rock flew towards his face, hitting his right eye.

    His vision reddened, the pain immense. But Tadayoshi ignored. He had to. His reaction was already slower due to his exhaustion. If he took his hands from the handle to clean his face, he could die.

    With a swing from its arm, the beast cleared the dust. When its enraged eyes found Tadayoshi, it ran towards the human it was trying to kill.

    Tadayoshi dived out of the way, but he rolled into a tree. The wounds all over his body screamed with pain. Shit! The aching in his eye became so bad it made him lose track of his surroundings.

    It took only a heartbeat for him to recover, but that was too late.

    The blow was coming towards him and the swordsman could only think of one thing to save his life; jump to the opposite side and put some distance and trees between him and the kanabo. But as he tried to get away from the weapon’s reach, again he found his path blocked.

    He felt his body growing numb when he realized the destroyed trees were in his way.


    Tadayoshi moved back, putting some trees between him and the weapon. At the same time, he placed his sword on his side to prevent a direct blow out of reflex and braced himself for the impact.

    The kanabo smashed four trees as if nothing and struck the swordsman.

    Tadayoshi felt his body explode in pain as he was sent through the wall of trunks and flew to the temple.

    Thanks to the building he was still standing, because he couldn’t do it on his own.

    Every part of his body throbbed in pain. Tadayoshi could feel broken bones, a piece of wood puncturing his shoulder, his left arm was numb and his only working eye saw double. His mouth was full of blood and just breathing pained him.

    But… I’m still… alive… if barely…

    Thanks to his reflex and his weapon, he still breathed. But it had cost his sword, his master’s last memento. The swordsman could feel some pieces of the blade in his ribs.

    With great effort, Tadayoshi raised his head. He saw two demons looking for him where the weapon had smashed.

    No… it’s only one…

    The swordsman knew he had to move, that he had to get out of there before the beast located him. But his body refused to listen to him. Just breathing was hard enough.

    Come on, Tadayoshi… Move… You can’t die yet. The old man’s probably laughing from the other side… You talked big, vowing you’d get revenge on him and all, and now you’re gonna die because of a little demon like this?

    The beast finally found him, and this time it showed a true smile. It was beyond grotesque.

    As that massive monster ran towards him, Tadayoshi took a deep breath, getting ready to avoid more than one attack. But his body still didn’t respond.

    Move… move damn it…

    But it made no difference. He couldn’t even lift his arms.

    Shit… Tadayoshi lowered his head and closed his good eye. So this is how the man without a name, with loyalty will die? Fighting a nameless demon?

    He took another deep breath, trying to find any strength to move, or at least swing his broken blade one last time.

    But nothing.

    With a bitter smile, he waited for his life to end.

    But as time passed, the final blow never came. Instead of death, Tadayoshi felt a warm and foul breath on his face and risked opening his eye.

    There was a pair of red globes staring back at him.

    The beast had halted instead of running over him. It lowered its head until it was almost at Tadayoshi’s level, checking if its prey was still alive, the thick and dark red blood running down his body mixed with sweat and dirt.

    Probably checking what kind of human could give him so much trouble, the swordsman thought, his mind on the edge of losing its consciousness.

    The beast grabbed him with the free hand.

    That massive hand sent shots of pain throughout his already numbed body. Shit… just killing me it’s not enough? It’s gonna taunt me in the end?

    The rage took over him. Before he realized, Tadayoshi found strength to raise the remains of his sword.

    The demon tilted its head a little, intrigued by that action.

    With a wild smile, the swordsman slashed the demon’s eyes.

    The scream was deafening. The beast dropped Tadayoshi and the kanabo, bringing both hands to its face. It ran from one side of the clearing to the other, smashing anything in its way.

    Tadayoshi fell on his legs, hitting his knees on the ground. But he bit his lips to stop his scream of pain and took the opportunity to drag himself as far as he could.

    I have to get away… to survive… another day… That thought gave him enough strength to move.

    But each step had its toll. Halfway to the forest, the pain became so much his legs refused to move anymore. He tried to pull himself with the free hand, but the arm felt too heavy.

    With his breathing shallow and painful, Tadayoshi rested against a pile of destroyed trunks and observed the Oni in the distance, waiting until it turned its attention back at him.

    But the demon never looked at him.

    Tadayoshi couldn’t help but smile when he saw the massive beast on its knees with both hands on the face, screaming and trying to stop the blood. He might have lost the fight, and if he escaped with his life, it would be a luck he didn’t deserve. Even so, there was something satisfying in knowing he had caused a serious damage on something so monstrous.

    Is that how that idiot couple feel?

    With another deafening howl, the Oni stood up and turned its head to every side. Breathing fast, it turned towards the swordsman.

    Tadaoyshi froze, but the beast didn’t charge towards him.

    Wait… It’s blind…? Then he realized. It’s not breathing fast… it’s trying to find me through the smell!

    It was the bit of luck he needed to survive. But even so, he lacked the strength to run away. Shit… I can’t do anything on this state…

    The demon began running amok, spreading the wreckage as it destroyed more trees with just its body. But it always kept within the clearing.

    If not for the smell of blood and flesh from the beast itself spread around and over him, Tadayoshi knew he would have been found by now. He also knew he had to do something before it eventually found him.

    Still holding the remains of his sword, he looked for something to throw. He had his wooden sword on the waist, but with his arm in that state, it would be near impossible to draw, let alone throw it far enough.

    His trembling hand went inside his clothes drenched with blood and found what he needed; his knife. With deep breaths that sent shots of pain throughout his body, he gathered the bit of his strength he had left. Then he threw the small blade as far as he could.

    The weapon flew almost slowly to Tadayoshi, the metal resounding when it fell on the ground. It was low, almost inaudible, but it was enough to get the beast’s attention.

    The demon ran towards the sound, the clearing shaking with each step.

    Tadayoshi hoped the demon would go past the knife. But to his horror, it stopped inches from the weapon and smashed its fist on the ground with all its strength.

    It has a sense of distance… even blind…? Shit… Did its other senses enhance after it lost the vision? It’s more human than I thought…

    Shit… If I make any sound, it’ll find where I am right away.

    Tadayoshi placed his hand on his other weapon. He had to draw and throw the wooden sword as far as he could. It was the only thing he could use to make a sound and get the beast’s attention again.

    But his arm was too numb to do much. Breathing slowly, the swordsman pressed the wooden sword against the tree and pushed it down until it was out of his sash. But as soon as he closed his fingers around the handle, Tadayoshi knew he could never raise it in that state. The wooden sword felt more like it was made of iron.

    As he desperately looked for something to throw, a strange movement on the corner of his vision caught his attention. There was something else moving on the clearing beside the demon.

    Tadayoshi tried to focus on it, but he was still seeing double. He closed the eye and cleaned the sweat, blood, and dirt with the back of his hand, still holding the remains of his sword with the other.

    At first, he could only saw blurs. Whatever moved was simply a shadow indistinguishable from the trees. After forcing his vision more, the swordsman finally saw what the blurs were.

    Ryuu swung both arms, desperate to get his attention without making any sound and attract the demon.

    Tadayoshi narrowed his eye and little by little the outlines became clearer.

    His disciple carried many rocks on her arms and indicated something to him with her head. With some effort, he turned his eye to where Ei was looking, his vision going past and ignoring the mad beast.

    There was nothing besides the fight’s wreckage.

    What… are… they… thinking…? He looked back.

    Ei took one of the rocks in her arms and threw with all the strength where she pointed. The pebble hit one of the destroyed trunks with a dry and hollow sound.

    The beast covered the distance to the rock in few strides. But before it could smash the ground, Ei threw another rock in the other direction. The Oni halted and stood still for a heartbeat before jumping towards the other pebble. When her disciple threw another, it turned the head in confusion, letting out another deafening roar.

    Thank you… Under the barely hearable sounds of the rocks and the sounds of the beast’s massive steps, Tadayoshi understood. His disciple and his friend were giving him time to run away. Thank you!

    Recovering some of his energy and part of his strength, the swordsman took a deep breath and forced his body to move.

    Each step made all his wounds throb painfully, but the sounds of the rocks renewed his strength. How long has it been since there were people willing to risk their lives for me, the man without a name? He took another step, and another. And for them, I will live! He said to himself, dragging his body with the help of the fallen trees.

    What was left of the temple went down with a crash. The beast had given up finding him, and now was just destroying the remains of the clearing.

    Even with Ei and Ryuu throwing rocks, it simply ignored the pebbles, picking up the trunks and tossing it around to every side.

    Tadayoshi was almost hit by one of the flying trunks. If he hadn’t stopped and bent over to catch his breath, he would be dead now. But now it looks like my destiny isn’t to die there, he thought, smiling weakly.

    Thanks to the demon’s mad destruction, an opening had appeared before the swordsman; an almost invisible path by the still standing trees.

    I’m gonna live… I’m gonna live! Eiko and Ryuu gave me this chance… I won’t waste it! Tadayoshi repeated in his mind, gaining strength from the words.

    Even if the people in the future call him a coward, it wasn’t the time to be a hero. It never was to him. He wasn’t like his master. Tadayoshi had a goal and it wasn’t his time. Not yet. Even though it would be hard, he would live until he could fulfill his vengeance.

    I need treatment right away… In his current state, just getting as far as he could from the demon would be difficult enough. If I can get away, Ei can save me, he thought. It had been like that for the past year. After the fights, if he had any wounds, even just a scratch or any other insignificant cut, his disciple would treat him despite his complaints.

    Tadayoshi knew the reason behind her insistence. Despite her daily complaints about him as a master, she was afraid to be separated from him, to be alone again. The swordsman knew they could keep like that for a few years, but not forever. And so, little by little, he laid the ground for her future, saying he had already taught her everything he knew. Even so, he was grateful to have her by his side.

    Knowing she would be there for him made him feel better. Yes, she… and Ryuu… will make me new again… But even if when they do, we’re still stuck on this weird mountain… But it’s better than to die facing all that insane rage from that wild demon.

    We can go to that village… there’s a chance they’re involved with the Oni… they do worship it… But even if they’re not involved, the demon might go there chasing us… If they’re involved, then it’ll be their destiny. If not, there’s nothing I can do to change it…

    Tadayoshi wasn’t a hero. He never was and never planned to be one. Despite admiring his master, he never wanted to be like the samurai. I won’t sacrifice my life for strangers… We need to get out of this damn mountain… yes, yes, Ryuu has a map. He can take us out of here… yes… he can…

    His body became heavier and heavier. Soon he was dragging himself a little less. His exhausted soul lost strength with each heartbeat. He wanted to close his eyes, to rest. No, he needed to rest.

    Tripping on a root, Tadayoshi almost hit his head on a trunk. With his breathing short, rapid and painful, he used his still working arm to rest the back against a tree, his member throbbing due to the piece of wood lodged in his shoulder.

    He looked back. The swordsman hadn’t realized, but even with his slow pace, he had put some distance between him and the Oni.

    The trees here were so close it was hard to see what happened at the clearing. Now he could barely hear the destruction, all the sounds swallowed by the forest. Forcing his vision, Tadayoshi saw something that made him stop breathing.

    The beast still carried with its rampage, but what made his heart sink were Ryuu and Ei.

    Too close… they need to get away… now…

    For a moment, Tadayoshi thought they were cornered by the Oni when it got close while they threw the rocks for him. But that wasn’t it. Even from this distance, the swordsman recognized the expression on his disciple’s face.

    It wasn’t that they were waiting to for a chance to move; they couldn’t. Ei and Ryuu were frozen by terror, and the Oni was getting closer and closer. If it continued with its rampage, it would soon reach them.

    Ei and Ryuu tremble so much they dropped the pebbles in their hands almost at the same time.

    The oni halted and turned its head in the direction of the sound.

    No… no… no!

    Tadayoshi felt his mind going numb.

    “Hey… you shitty demon…”

    The swordsman had no idea what he was doing. Despite that, the moment he spoke, he knew he had failed.

    He meant to scream, to get the demon’s attention. But barely a whisper left his lips, and he had no strength for more than that.

    Even so, the beast heard him.

    “I’m here…”

    The Oni’s face twisted in what looked like a smile that announced death. The next moment, it charged towards him, trampling everything in its path.

    Every fiber of his body screamed for him to run. Tadayoshi wanted to, but he was aware that, in that state, there was no way he could move out of the way in time.

    The demon seemed more like a true beast now, running on its hands and legs, its face twisting more and more, the open mouth showing every sharp tooth.

    Despite his death coming at full speed towards him, everything seemed to move slowly for the swordsman.

    If every fight was like this, it’d be so easy, he thought with a weak chuckle.

    Using the little time he had, Tadayoshi considered his options. Even if he used all the strength he had left to get out of the way, the beast would find him. If not, he would be caught if it started destroying everything in that area. And even if he could drag himself out of the way, there were no pebbles to masks the sounds of his steps this time.

    What can I do…?

    Face an enemy like that without a plan, or at least a sword, was beyond stupid. But I’ve been doing stupid things all my life

    Without realizing, Tadayoshi smiled as he thought about the three of the scars on his abdomen. It too was a fruit of his stupidity.

    His body throbbed with each shallow breath he took, but he didn’t stop. He had to gather any strength he had left.

    Then, with great effort, the swordsman managed to raise the remains of his sword.

    The hand, the arm, and the shoulder throbbed and trembled, but he didn’t lower the broken blade.

    I’m a mess. A swordsman who can barely lift his sword, he chuckled with his pathetic state, feeling the pain. But even so, he kept his sword where it was. He wouldn’t lower for anything. No matter how much his muscles screamed.

    Because he was betting his life in the tip of the broken sword.

    As the beast got closer and closer, Tadayoshi tried screaming like his enemy, but his voice refused to work.

    The sword trembled even more. It wasn’t just the effort; he wasn’t just betting his life, but the lives of those precious to him.

    Some live, some die in the way of the sword, his master’s voice echoed in his head.

    It was one of the first things I taught Ei…

    Ryuu was an exorcist who risked his life fighting beings that weren’t from this world.

    Ei betted her life every time she drew her sword.

    If I don’t try everything to survive, I can’t face my disciple and my friend again.

    Tadayoshi took a deep breath. His body stopped trembling and the pain went away; he was too focus to feel any pain.

    All the swordsman could see was his broken sword and the demon running towards him. Even the trees around him became blurred. There was only him and his enemy.

    “Come!” he managed to scream.

    Time seemed to stretch even more.

    Tadayoshi noticed everything. The Oni crushing the ground and the wood with each step, its body dragging everything on the way and finally getting on the same path as Tadayoshi.

    The face covered with blood and sweat seemed more demonic than ever now. Even blind, the beast stared in his direction, almost as if it knew where its prey was.

    The wreckage and the trees on the way slowed it down, but the Oni still kept coming.

    Tadayoshi adjusted the tip of his broken blade, aiming for the tiny target that might save his life.

    The demon was almost on him, along with the trees it dragged. With a shriek, the beast jumped, making the forest shake.

    With a scream on his own, Tadayoshi placed all his strength on the broken blade.

    Just as the Oni ran him over, the swordsman felt the sword entering its mouth.

    As Tadayoshi flew backward with the monstrous impact, for the first time he felt his blade piercing the demon, going all the way through to the back of the head.

    His plan had worked.

    The demon’s body trembled and then finally it stopped moving.

    But the momentum was too big, even with the trees and trunks that prevented it from moving freely.

    With the fall, Tadayoshi hit his head, almost losing his consciousness.

    Even so, he didn’t let go of his sword, his fingers tight around the handle. Tadayoshi stopped feeling pain altogether, each part of his body numb. Guess this is better than feeling that pain all the time…

    He was vaguely aware of the situation. If not for the trees and trunks on both his sides, Tadayoshi would have been crushed by the beast’s body.

    Even now, the Oni growled, its breathing becoming slower and slower until it stopped completely.

    The swordsman had won but had no strength left to move.

    I’m sorry, master. It looks like I won’t be able to repay everything you did to me.

    With that last thought, Tadayoshi’s consciousness faded.
    --- Double Post Merged, Oct 14, 2018 ---
    Chapter 26
    Everything grew quiet after the beast crashed into the trees on the other side of the clearing.

    Master…? Ei wanted to call him, but she had no voice.

    The girl had no idea what had happened. To give time for Tadayoshi to get as far as he could, she and the priest were throwing rocks around the clearing to attract the demon’s attention.

    They planned to do the same once the swordsman was far away. But, desperate to help him, they didn’t realize the beast began ignoring the stones and just trashed at random, smashing and reducing everything it could reach to dust.

    In its mad destruction, it cornered them.

    From afar, the Oni was scary. Close, it was terrifying.

    Seeing that demonic face so close was enough for Ei to forget everything she had learned with Tadayoshi. As the tears fell silently, her entire body trembled. All she could do was watch the enraged beast get closer to where she and the priest were.

    The wooden statue didn’t live up to the real one. Even if not covered by blood, the demon was enough to paralyze the girl.

    Ei could barely look at it, let alone fight such beast. She had no idea how her master could.

    When the Oni was too close, Ei’s arm trembled so much she dropped the stones, making too much noise.

    But instead of dashing to her, the monster stopped and looked to the other side. A moment later, it ran.

    Ei had no idea why the beast left, but her heart froze. They were safe, but something made her feel even more afraid.

    From the other side of the clearing, she heard the beast tearing trees, the sound of it jumping and falling on the ground.

    Then nothing else. No sound at all.

    The entire forest became dead silent.

    Master… Master!

    Ei’s mind became blank. She took a deep breath to scream for her master but a hand covered her mouth. She struggled for a moment and turned around, ready to draw her sword. Only when the swordswoman recognized her teacher’s face she let go of the handle. The girl had forgotten Ryuu-sensei was by her side the entire time.

    In her head, she could only think of her master.

    The sight of the priest calm angered her, but then she noticed the dread in his face. He trembled just as much as the girl, despite trying to hide behind a mask of courage.

    Ryuu-sensei brought a finger to his mouth, his watery eyes begging for silence. The Oni might still be alive, he meant to say to her, or at least that’s what she understood. With difficulty, she nodded.

    They managed to throw the rest of the rocks around the clearing, but nothing happened. No reaction from the beast nor from anything else.

    Despite the fear in his face, Ryuu-sensei stepped out of the bush they hid. He could barely walk, his legs just as paralyzed as hers as he followed the beast’s trail.

    Seeing her teacher with more courage than he had made Ei force herself to move too.

    Each step came with its toll. Her feet refused to obey, her instincts screaming for her to go in the other direction. Even so, the girl forced herself to follow the priest. In her head, there was no room to run. There was nowhere to run. Her world was at the end of the trail created by the demon.

    Gathering more courage than she had ever needed, Ei peeked at the trail with the priest by her side. All she saw was destroyed trees, smashed trunks, uprooted roots and the footprints of the beast.

    And at the end of the path, she could see the back of the monster.

    But not her master.

    Ei ran, but her stiffed legs tripped on itself and she fell, hitting her knees hard on the ground. The wound bled and throbbed, but she ignored, dragging herself toward the beast until she could stand up.


    Ei forgot everything and finally found her voice again, screaming for the man who had changed her life. But her voice echoed through the clearing and then died, followed by nothing.

    Absolute silence.

    The disciple reached the beast and looked for her master. There was no sign of Tadayoshi.

    Ryuu-sensei caught up to her, panting. Despite his rapid breathing, he made no sound. Ei didn’t know if he was being cautious or still couldn’t speak.

    With the finger trembling, the priest touched something on the ground.

    It was thin, almost invisible in the dark, but there were two trails of blood. When Ryuu-sensei raised the fingers, the liquid dripped slowly. That one was the Oni’s blood.

    Ei could tell the other belong to a human. She had seen it too many times not to recognize it.

    Without waiting any longer Ei circled the monster, looking for any clue, any trail of human blood. But she found nothing. Any trail ended on the beast.

    She came back and checked the massive dead body. Only now the swordswoman noticed the piece of metal coming out the back of its head. As the girl looked closer, she recognized it; it was the rest of a sword.

    With her blood freezing, Ei looked through the gap of the space between the beast and the fallen trees. Even in the darkness, she could see someone, she could hear a weak breathing. Master! Without thinking, she tried to push the trunk.

    Ei vaguely noticed someone by her side but didn’t care.

    Even with Ryuu-sensei’s help, the tree didn’t move more than a few inches. It was nowhere near enough to create a space wide enough for them to take Tadayoshi out. Even though the tree fell, the roots were still in its place.

    Ei gave up pushing and took an ax from her bag still on the priest’s shoulder. With uneven and hurried chops, she managed to cut most roots and they pulled the tree enough to free Tadayoshi.

    The disciple didn’t scream at the sight of her master. All she did was stare in disbelief at the state of the swordsman.

    The swordsman’s face was covered with blood, both his and the beast’s. A wood spike was stabbing him on the shoulder and broken pieces of his sword were piercing on the side of his torso. Several wounds throughout his body.


    Tadayoshi remained still. Ei too.

    The priest’s hand trembled so much when he placed it on the swordsman’s chest Ei doubted he could sense anything. She waited, forgetting to breathe. When Ryuu-sensei breathed out in relief, she almost cried with him.

    But there was no time for that.

    The priest took from his own bag cloths, two bowls, a small piece of wood, two bottles with water and several plants wrapped in a cloth.

    Despite the trembling, Ryuu-sensei unwrapped the cloth and chose a few herbs, putting it on one of the bowls. With the piece of wood, he crushed it with an amazing speed. Soon there was a greenish paste. He rested the bowl, but his hands barely stopped as he dumped the water on the other bowl and dipped one of the cloth.

    Only then he stopped. Ryuu-sensei closed his eyes and took deep breaths until he was still. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed like a different person.

    Ei had seen it before. Despite only seeing it once, the sight of her teacher working to save a life had left a mark on her.

    I need to help… I need to do something… I need to save master… Ei told herself, but she still couldn’t move. She turned to Tadayoshi with tears coming down her face.

    Then she saw it.

    It was barely noticeable, but there was a fog coming out from his mouth and his chest moving up and down a little.

    When she saw his expression, her heart became lighter. His face wasn’t empty like the dead bodies she had seen so many times. It was hard and pained, but it was the expression of someone fighting for his life.

    He’s still alive!

    With his hands steady, the priest took the pieces of metal from Tadayoshi. Even though most of the blood had dried, some dripped from the wound. He cleaned with the wet cloth but his hands never rested. He took a leaf and dipped on the greenish paste. When he rubbed the leave on the wound, Tadayoshi reacted for the first time, his face wincing a bit.

    Ryuu-sensei didn’t order Ei to do anything while he cleaned and placed the paste on Tadayoshi’s wounds. It wasn’t because he thought she wasn’t of any help. Nor that she would get in the way. It wasn’t even that he had forgotten about her.

    He was too concentrated on saving his friend. Whenever he became like that, he forgot about the world around him, even if he was in the middle of a fight.

    When Ryuu-sensei cleaned the blood around stake on the shoulder, the swordsman grunted lowly. Her master’s low voice was enough to wake her. If Tadayoshi died here, Ei would spend the rest of her life blaming herself for not doing anything.

    From her own bag, Ei took the plants, bowls, and cloth and imitated her teacher. She cleaned and placed a leaf with the past on every wound she could, no matter how small it was. The water became red, so she turned the bowl, poured the second bottle and cleaned more wounds.

    Together, they had cleaned the wounds and scratches. Then they tied Tadayoshi’s left arm with two pieces of wood. But even so, her master showed almost no reaction.

    The wound on Tadayoshi’s shoulder was the worst. Though the stake wasn’t that deep, it would harm the movement from that arm. For someone who lived by the sword, that could be fatal.

    If his luck is just as bad as he likes to complain, he might never swing a sword with that arm again, Ei thought, holding back her tears. But she knew her master would overcome that. Yes… he’ll overcome that with that stupid grin on his face… I’m sure…

    But he would have to overcome that without half his sight. Ei knew the moment Ryuu-sensei opened Tadayoshi’s eyelid. As he washed the blood with some water, she realized her master had lost that eyesight when it didn’t react to the light.

    Ei believed he would overcome that too. But deep in her heart, there was only fear.

    Tadayoshi hadn’t shown any reaction when the priest opened the eyelid. Though it was expected that he wouldn’t regain consciousness this fast, the complete lack of reaction was worrying.

    “Eiko-chan…” Ryuu-sensei spoke for the first time with a low voice when his hands finally rested.

    Don’t have to say… please, don’t say it, Ei begged in her heart, on the verge of tears. She already knew; her master was at death’s door.

    “We… need to move him to a safer and warmer place… right away,” the priest said instead when he noticed.

    They tossed everything back in their bags without organizing. Before they could figure out how and where to carry her master, a human scream broke the silence of the forest.

    The swordswoman and the priest turned at once to the voice.

    At the beginning of the beast-made path, standing on the clearing where the fight had occurred, and looking in their direction, were the villagers. Even from that distance, the girl realized they were terrified.

    “What… have… you… done,” the leader of the village said, her voice weaker than before. “You… killed… our…” She fell on her knees, the tears falling from her good eye.

    Ei watched the expression of the men and women by her side. Some did like the leader, crying for the dead demon. Rage filled some faces, their eyes focusing on the humans near the massive cadaver. Some seemed relieved.

    The swordswoman didn’t care at all with what the villagers felt. There was only one thing in her head as she looked between her master, and teacher, and the villagers. I have to protect them!

    Her hand went to her waist, looking for the handle of her sword. But when she found nothing, a cold sweat came down her neck. With her breathing irregular, she glanced down to confirm; her weapon wasn’t there.

    Ei felt her body growing numb when she found Asahi. Her sword, her only way to protect the people she cared about, was in the middle of the beast-made path, closer to them than to her.

    The men and women didn’t move. All they did was cry and glare at them. No one had noticed the sword on the ground.

    Ei couldn’t let go the chance. She clenched her fist and ran as fast as she could. Some villagers took a step back, startled by the sudden movement. The girl almost smiled.

    But it only lasted an instant. One man noticed what she wanted and ran after the sword as well.

    Ei was faster, but the villager was closer. Even with the little advantage, they would reach the weapon almost at the same time. No, he’ll grab Asahi fasterShit! If my legs didn’t tremble so much, she regretted, but she dismissed the thought. There was no time for that.

    Desperate, the girl, still running, grabbed two pieces of wood. A few splinters pricked her hands, but she ignored the pain. When they were almost at the sword, Ei threw the wood.

    The man raised his arms and blocked it with ease, just as she expected.

    In that brief moment, she threw the second piece of wood right between the man’s legs. This time he couldn’t defend. Though it was weak and wouldn’t hurt much, it was enough to slow him down, enough for her to throw herself at the sword.

    Her hands flew towards Asahi. When her fingers closed around the handle, Ei used the impulse to roll forward. As the man got out of the way, she hugged her sword as if her life and of those precious to her depended on it.

    When she stopped rolling, Ei stood up right away and jumped towards the man. Before he could react, she stuck him on the stomach with the sword still on its scabbard. He fell to his knees and the swordswoman hit him on the head.

    He dropped to the ground unconscious, but the girl had no time to spare.

    Ei drew the sword and threw the scabbard away, turning to the clearing where the villagers were.

    But at the end of the path, there was only the old leader and two bodyguards.

    With her heart sinking, Ei turned around.

    The villagers were trying to get to Tadayoshi and Ryuu-sensei.

    Ei ran towards her master and teacher, swinging her sword. The villagers were almost on them, but they jumped back, retreating into the shadows.

    “Get down,” she shouted to the priest, who obeyed right away, crouching next to Tadayoshi.

    The swordswoman didn’t need to enhance her senses to know; they were surrounded. Shit! In this tight space, I can’t use my sword right! Shit! C’mon, Ei, think! How would master protect everyone?

    All this time under her master’s teaching, she had learned to solve things only through the sword. Tadayoshi even tried to talk his way out of the situations, but she had never seen it work. Things ended up in a fight because the enemy didn’t want to listen, or because the money and the glory on his head were too tempting, or because the hatred towards him was too strong.

    But right now, it wasn’t time to fight. If it was only her, Ei had confidence she could kill all the villagers. But she had no confidence she could fight while protecting her master, and her teacher.

    One mistake and they could diedie because of me, the girl thought, the sweat drenching her clothes, her breathing rapid and shallow.

    When she realized her hands trembled, she tightened the grip around the handle. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Ei knew what she could do.

    As the swordswoman made sure the villagers didn’t get close enough, she relived the little time they spent on the village, trying to remember every detailed. At the same time, she moved closer to Tadayoshi and Ryuu-sensei

    The desperate man. The frightened children. The bloodthirsty villagers. The old leader full of hatred. The hostility against outsiders. The lies about the soldiers. Their words. The forest that seemed to make the outsiders lost. The demons statues. Everything.

    As Ei think, a hand flew from the darkness of the forest, trying to catch her off guard.

    She swung her sword to keep the villager away from her, her master, and her teacher.

    There’s something wrong, she realized as she tried to keep the innumerous hands away.

    The villagers had the numbers. And that wasn’t their only advantage. They knew the area. Trick or get her from a blind spot should be simple. They didn’t need to rush in like this. Even if driven by rage for the death of their demon.

    There’s discord among them, she realized. Taking a deep breath, Ei betted hers, Tadayoshi’s and Ryuu-sensei’ lives.

    “This demon would’ve destroyed everything… you know that,” she whispered to the darkness, her words echoing and dying in the trees.

    But what followed wasn’t just the silence of the villagers ignoring her words. It was a silence she knew well. It was a heavy one, full of doubt, fear, and anxiety.

    Fewer hands flew out of the darkness this time.

    They’re hesitating, Ei thought, driving the hands away with her sword.

    A hand tried to grab her from behind, but she turned around, brandishing her weapon.

    Then she realized something; the hand wasn’t firm. It was trembling. When Ei changed the direction of her blade, she avoided the arm by a hair’s breadth.

    The villager was unharmed.

    Thanks the heavens, Ei thought. If her frail plan was to work, she couldn’t hurt them. Not now. Not yet.

    “How many of you died because of that demon? How many more would have died?” she screamed at the darkness, turning around in her place, her sword always ready.

    There was no answer, only silence. Even Ei held her breath, afraid to break the frail balance.

    “You… you don’t know anything about Yashamaru-sama!” a voice shouted.

    “You’re right. I know nothing. But I saw the fear in your kids’ eyes,” Ei said as a hand tried to grab her. She missed her sword on purpose, but it was enough to make the owner retreat. “How many kids, how many sons and daughters, friends and family would be sacrificed to the monster? Who would be next? That girl with pretty hair? That boy with the mark on the cheek?”

    She described the only children she could remember. But Ei knew it wasn’t enough. Think! Think!

    “Or would that baby on her mother’s arms be offered next? If not for those soldiers, who would be the next sacrifice? Who would you burry next?” she shouted. Then she grew silent as she let her words sink.

    “She… right…”

    After a long time, someone spoke.

    As Ei turned in the direction of the voice, someone stepped out of the shadows.

    The villager fell on his knees, holding his head as he cried. The swordswoman recognized him. It was the man who led them to the village. Ei lowered her sword, making sure the tip was far from him. But she kept her grip on the handle.

    “My son… my son…”

    “You killed our protector and now try to divide us…” A sharp voice drowned out the man’s cry. It was the village’s leader.

    The old woman walked to them without the help of her bodyguards, using only the cane as support.

    Shit… she had to come now, Ei thought, tightening the grip on her sword.

    “We’ll never listen to an outsider’s words. You try to divide us while Yashamaru-sama protected us. You’re the real demon.”

    Ei had trouble containing her urge to swing the weapon and shut the old woman forever. That’ll only turn the villagers against me for good. Against her instinct, she changed the direction of her blade a bit. She can’t be in the same direction as my sword.

    “No… you’re the demon…” A woman stepped out of the shadows. She too was crying. “My daughter was sacrificed because you said it would bring peace to our village…”

    “But it wasn’t enough… Yashamaru-sama wasn’t satisfied… he never is… then you said we had to sacrifice my son…” another villager came out from the shadows.

    “You’re listening to this outsider?” one of the leader’s bodyguard spoke, standing in front of her like a shield. “Don’t you dare doubt Otose-sama’ word! It’s thanks to her we’re still alive!”

    “Alive because we sacrificed our children!”

    It’s working! Ei’s breathing became shallow as she waited. She tried to make her presence smaller. Even so, her sword was ready.

    “It’s… your… fault…”

    A man jumped right next to Ei with a knife.

    His hands trembled so much the swordswoman wondered how she could have missed the sound of the metal clanking.

    The man never looked at Ei, his hollow eyes fixed on the leader. He raced towards her with his arms stretched. One of the bodyguards tried to grab the knife. They both fell and rolled, but then the bodyguard lied on the ground, the knife buried in his chest. Both men stood still, observing the knife, neither one letting go of the blade.

    “No!” the other bodyguard ran to them, pushing the villager and pulling the knife out. He pressed the wound with both hands.

    It’s useless, Ei thought when she saw the man’s eye lose its light. A moment later, he was dead.

    The bodyguard grabbed the knife, turning to the villager with hatred on his face. The woman who cried raced and stood between them. Before the bodyguard could stop, the knife went into her neck.

    “No… no…” the old woman’s voice echoed weakly as she looked at the scene.

    No one heard her. No one besides Ei.

    The other villagers left the shadows. Some charged towards the bodyguard while others knelt beside the dead, crying. Only one ran towards the leader. He too held a knife.

    Ei stood near her master, and her teacher, watching the mayhem that followed in silence, ready to kill if anyone came towards them. But no one attacked them.

    “No… No…” the leader spoke again, kneeling next to a dying villager, the tears rolling down her wrinkled face. She grabbed his hand with all her strength. “Don’t die… don’t die…”

    But there was nothing the leader could do as the life left the man and his hand slipped out of hers. With her face pale and her good eye hollow, she turned towards the girl who had caused all those death.


    Ei never felt so much hate in one single word.
    --- Double Post Merged, Nov 4, 2018 ---
    Chapter 27
    The moment she stepped out of the temple, Ei shut the door.

    When she became alone, the pain in her heart overwhelmed her and the girl felt the urge to cry. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and did her best to stop the tears.

    I can’t cry… I can’t cry, Ei told herself over and over until the feeling of desolation diminished and became somewhat bearable.

    The cold and relentless breeze howled against her. Ei didn’t cover her face; on her sweated and warm cheeks, it was a relief. But part of her knew the wind had nothing to do with it.

    With her head against the door of the temple, the girl exhaled all the air in her lungs and fought the urge to cry again.

    I need to… collect wood… yes… collect wood… we need to keep him warm…

    Even while fighting the desolation in her soul, the girl knew what she had to do. But deep down she knew it was only a way to avoid looking at her master’s face.

    Ei looked around the clearing of the fake temple, her eyes searching the ground for any piece of wood decent enough to feed a fire. Oh yeah… I already got everything in this area, she thought slowly when she didn’t find even a twig.

    She knew where she could find firewood. But when Ei turned to the forest and saw the darkness creeping beyond the first trees on the edge of the clearing, she shut her eyes. Even so, no matter how much she wanted, the girl knew she had to leave the clearing. She had to get away from the temple, from her master.

    We need to keep him warm, her teacher’s voice echoed in her head.

    With those words in mind, Ei forced her legs to walk. When she reached the first trees the edge of the clearing, she looked back. The temple was still there, completely undisturbed. Ignoring the pain in her chest, she forced herself to look away and move.

    Ei collected everything useful, but there were mostly twigs and splinters along the way. It wasn’t near enough. Ryuu-sensei must’ve collected everything around here too…

    Fighting the urge to look over her shoulder and see the temple, the girl kept looking for firewood. Finally she had found. But as Ei walked slowly towards it, she halted near a tree, a few steps from her objective.

    She looked between the firewood and the tree, running a hand over the surface, feeling each protrusion of the trunk with her cold fingers.

    It was the same tree as the others, indistinguishable from the ones around if not for a big and deep man-made cut. This is the limit, the girl thought, her fingers circling the mark.

    Ei had made the cut herself. On this tree and on several other trunks around the temple. Those marks represent the area she didn’t dare to leave. Even if she couldn’t see the temple, this was the limit she could drop anything and run back if she heard the priest’s whistle.

    It was a way to protect them if villagers decided to retaliate. Ei herself had the idea. Ever since they came to the fake temple, she had been patrolling the area when she couldn’t stand being inside the temple anymore.

    But until now, there was nothing. So far they hadn’t seen a single soul. No one besides them seemed to be alive in the area. Even the animals seemed afraid to get near the fake temple. But, even if the villagers seemed to ignore the death of their own, including their leader, Ei wasn’t going to drop her guard.

    Ei had no idea if the absolute silence was good or not. Even so, every time she walked away far enough so the temple was out of her sight, she pricked her hears, afraid to listen to the sound of the whistle.

    With her fingernails on the deep gash on the trunk, the girl looked around for any sign of life. She saw nor felt anything that could present any danger. Even so, she still hesitated to exit the area.

    Pressing her lips and straining her ears, Ei raced and reached her hand out as fast as she could. But her numb fingers had trouble picking around the firewood. She shook her hand and closed and opened her fist quickly. When the blood flowing made her fingers warm enough, she picked up the firewood.

    Ei cut herself when she jumped back inside the invisible barrier she had made herself. Then she turned towards the temple, her heart thumping fast, her breathing irregular. But she heard nothing.

    When she could breathe normally, the girl noticed her finger was bleeding, but the numb hand couldn’t feel any pain. Licking the blood, she made her way back to the temple, the place where she wanted to be, but at the same time, wanted to stay away.

    With numb legs and her breathing forming a fog, Ei raced back to temple. When she reached the clearing, she looked around, her hand on the handle of her sword. But there was no sign of change. Neither from a villager nor from someone inside the temple.

    Everything was just as before. Including her dying master.

    A pain crossed her heart and Ei felt the urge to cry again. But the disciple refused to let a single tear fall. Not as long as Tadayoshi is still fighting…

    When she regained herself, Ei walked out of the forest and towards the temple. The moment she opened the door, the heat overwhelmed her.

    The priest was leaning over Tadayoshi body, but he turned around the moment he heard the door. He was ready to blow the whistle, his face strained and full of fear. But when he saw Ei, he let the little piece of bamboo tied on a string around his neck fall from his lips. Then Ryuu-sensei showed a tired smile as the relief filled his face.

    “Thanks, Eiko-chan,” he said when she handed him the firewood, touching her hand for a moment. “Your fingers… you should have used gloves.”

    Despite the exhaustion, there was a real concern in his voice. Even so, Ei noticed the priest didn’t meet her eyes.

    “You’re right…”

    Her mind somewhere else as she opened and closed her fingers slowly. The girl knew she should have worn gloves, but part of her didn’t think the numbness spreading from the tip of her fingers to the toe was that bad.

    But if the numbness didn’t bother Ei, the priest’s stare did. Or the lack of it. Since they brought her master to the fake temple, Ryuu-sensei didn’t meet her eyes once.

    The last time he looked me in the eyes was after the incident with the villagers

    After the leader of the village was dead, the priest stared Ei right in the eyes. It only lasted a moment before he turned back to Tadayoshi. But in that brief instant, the swordswoman saw something in his eyes.

    He was terrified of me… terrified of what I did… how I did…

    Tadayoshi will be proud… for protecting us… I’m sure he’ll praise you once he… gets better… The priest had told her.

    Ei said nothing. She knew he had forced himself to say those words. But even if he hadn’t, both things were so strange to her. It only got a hollow chuckle in her mind. Her master wouldn’t praise her, not even when she actually deserved it. But that mattered not. She had done nothing to deserve a praise, nothing to be proud.

    The blood was still dripping from her blade. How could master be proud of me for killing a defenseless old lady…?

    The leader wasn’t innocent. She too had blood on her hands, and probably deserved to die. But it didn’t matter.

    Even if Ei had saved them, what was carved in the girl’s soul was only one thing; the old lady was an unarmed opponent. But that didn’t stop the swordswoman from slashing the leader’s throat.

    And she died without letting a single scream, Ei remembered as she sat on the corner of the temple, hugging her legs. All she did was stare at me with her eyes full of hate until the end…

    There was also another thing in the back of the girl’s mind. She didn’t kill the leader out of hate. She did it because of for their survival.

    I’m not like those bandits that killed my mom… I didn’t kill the leader because I wanted… I didn’t enjoy… I had to… I’m not like them… I’m not…

    The sound of the firewood crackling in the fire brought Ei’s mind back to the temple. Shaking her head, she watched the priest tossing the twigs into the fire as well, making the room even hotter and suffocating. Then she stared at the fire.

    “Eiko-chan, please help me change the bandages,” Ryuu-sensei asked in a low voice after a while.

    Her heart froze, her eyes empty as the words echoed in her mind. Ever since they brought him to the fake temple, she avoided looking directly at her master. The disciple knew she should be there, ready to help any way she could. But it was too hard for her.

    Just thinking about her master’s state made her heart a wreckage. The thought of Tadayoshi, the person she admired and aimed to become, lying in that fragile state between life and death made her entire soul numb.

    But now she could no longer avoid.

    Ei forced herself to sit beside the priest. With great care, she raised Tadayoshi’s arm and unwrapped the bandage. The cloth was moist with the mixture of herbs, but there wasn’t a drop of blood.

    That’s good… the wound is closed, the disciple thought. Even so, she couldn’t feel any relief. While wrapping the new bandages with a fresh mixture of herbs, Ei realized something. Despite the intense heat from the fire inside the room, her master was cold.

    “We’re done, Eiko-chan.” While she was lost in her thoughts, the priest had finished changing the rest of the bandages. “He’s getting better. Look, he’s stronger.”

    It was true Tadayoshi’s chest moved up and down faster. Before, it looked like he would stop breathing at any time. Even so, Ei had trouble letting her hopes grow.

    According to the priest, her master was out of mortal danger. But he had no idea when the swordsman would wake up. The thought that would never happen crossed Ei’s mind more than once, and every time it destroyed her on the inside.

    Until now, no matter how strong was the enemy, Tadayoshi won. Then he showed her that annoying smile, as if the deadly fight was nothing and everything was okay. Seeing him like this, so frail and serene, shocked her more than she believed possible.

    Ei had taken care of his body full of scars before, but until now, she had never truly looked at him. Each one of those scars had a memory from his previous battles. Battles where he betted his life.

    Guess I never thought he was betting his life… No matter how difficult the fight was, deep inside her, she never believed Tadayoshi would lose. I’m a failure as a disciple…

    It’s your fault! You made me think you were invincible… made me think you were the strongest, she thought glancing down at that serene face that missed the usual smile.

    Don’t you dare die… You can’t… You still have a lot to teach me…

    I promise I’ll change… I’ll become a good disciple… that you’ll be proud one day…

    So please… wake up… Despite the hot room, her cheeks were wet.

    Master… please… don’t die…

    “Eiko-chan, could you please get some food?”

    The priest’s voice startled her. There was no need for him to ask; she had been getting the food to keep herself busy.

    Ei cleaned her cheeks and nodded, thanking the chance to get out of there.

    She didn’t have to look for the food. There were a few good fruit trees nearby. They had been eating only from them this entire time. Even so, Ei didn’t rush, enjoying the cold air against her harm face. Just the previous time, the sensation spread over her body, along with the relieving numbness.

    The fruits were more than ripe, some already rotting. Squeezing one by one, Ei checked fruits and picked enough for them. The bests were for Tadayoshi. The disciple herself had been smashing and mixing the fruits with some herbs. But the feeding itself she left to the priest.

    Halfway back, Ei felt a stab in her heart. The feeling was so strong it made her drop the fruits. She stood where she was, looking around, clutching her chest. Then she widened her eyes and ran back to the temple.


    Ei heard the priest’s voice when she was about to open the door. It was so low she had no idea if she actually heard or had imagined. But even so, her body stopped obeying. That single word had stolen all her strength.


    This time Ei was sure. Her knees gave in, her entire body numb, her mind blank.

    The image of Tadayoshi appeared in her head and she forced herself up. Ei was his disciple, and one of the many things he had taught her was to keep going, no matter what.

    She touched the door, but her fingers trembled too much to open. Then the girl heard a low cry coming from inside, and lost all strength.

    Ei stopped hearing everything. The world became silent to her.

    She had no idea how long she stood there, but all she did was watch as her hand opened the door by itself.

    The priest looked at her, the tears rolling down his face. Then he lowered his head and looked back at his friend.

    Ei didn’t hear him cry. She didn’t want to see, but her body moved on its own, slowly turning towards her master.

    Tadayoshi was as before; lying and covered with the furs, his body all wrapped with bandages. It didn’t seem to have any change.

    But the disciple noticed; his chest wasn’t moving anymore.

    Ei had no idea how to react, what to think. Everything seemed distant and strange to her.

    No… it’s not true… It’s just one of his stupid jokes… yeah… at any moment… he’ll open his eyes… eye… and will show me that familiar and annoying smile that makes me feel safe…

    According to the priest, her master would never see with the right eye again. But she knew the swordsman she admired would brush off as if nothing. The shoulder too. The wound was deep, but it wouldn’t rob him of the movement.

    It’ll be hard, painful and stiff… but he’ll overcome that easily… yes… he’s that kind of man… Capable of overcoming any challenge with the stupid smile…

    “Stop… playing around… master…” Ei wasn’t sure if she spoke or not. The voice she heard was barely a low hoarse. “C’mon master… you still… still have a lot… to teach me…”

    She walked closer to him and shook him gently.


    Someone called her name and hugged her. Ei turned towards the man and vaguely recognized the priest. As his warm spread over her, something woke.

    When she stood up, Ryuu-sensei let her go. Then Ei left the fake temple and was walking out of the clearing.

    “Eiko-chan? Where are you going?” the priest asked as he ran after her.

    She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. As she grabbed the handle of her sword, her entire being was focused on one thing; kill those responsible.

    “No!” Something grabbed her hand. She tried to get rid of it, but whatever it was, was strong. “You can’t kill them!”

    It took a while for her to realize it was the priest.

    “It’s their fault…” She let out a low whisper and full of hate. Ei tried to get rid of him again, but his grip was too strong. “Let me go!”


    “If they hadn’t awakened that demon, then master…” would still be alive… The words burned in her throat.

    “Even so, you can’t kill them, Eiko!”

    She was ready to get rid of him, but when she saw him crying, she stopped.

    “If they hadn’t…”

    Ei tried, but the tears were stronger. She fell, hitting her knees on the ground. But she barely felt any pain. The numbness embraced her. Then she couldn’t hold anymore and cried.

    “Please, Eiko… Wouldn’t you have done the same…?” The priest hugged her tightly. “They were afraid… you know how it’s like… Feeling afraid and weak… seeing all your friends and family dying and not be able to do anything…”

    I know… I know… but if they hadn’t… she cried louder, her voice echoing in the silent forest.

    Ei was still crying when the priest brought her back to the temple. He made her sit away from Tadayoshi but she looked at her master.

    Before, he looked frail, but now he looked empty.

    Dead… she cried again.

    The world seemed to awake. The smell of wood burning, of herbs, smells she knew well filled her nose. But the strongest one was the stench of death.

    Despite the fire, she felt cold, and no matter how many furs the priest placed around her, the numbness hugged her.

    The sounds came back slowly. Ei could hear the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, the temple howling as the winds flew through the tiny cracks on the wood.

    But nothing from her master.

    He was just as silence as a rock on the bottom of a river.

    Suddenly she knew it wasn’t a dream.

    She knew her Tadayoshi would never open his eyes again.

    She would never hear his voice again. Or feel his strength when he hit her with the wooden sword.

    She would never again be the target of his jokes…

    The world went on.

    And Ei would have to live in a world without her master.
    --- Double Post Merged, Dec 2, 2018 ---
    Chapter 28
    26… 27… 38… 39… Ei lost count of how many times she had hit the trunk with the ax.

    After a moment trying to remember, she gave up counting. Then, at some unknown number, the girl had struck enough, and the tree fell with a loud and dry thump.

    Her arms throbbed and the bandages around her hands were red with blood from the wound. Ei ignored the pain, cleaned the handle and turned to the next tree, hitting another trunk, now without bothering to count.

    The girl had no idea how much firewood they needed, but she knew she had more than enough. Even so, that didn’t stop Ei from striking the tree with the ax again and again. The distraction, and even the pain, were welcome. She didn’t want to stay still even for a moment. Whenever she wasn’t doing anything, the pain in her heart overwhelmed her.

    After they had cried together, the priest told her to rest, but Ei couldn’t. She couldn’t stay inside the temple. She had to do something and left. The girl walked at random, accompany by her pain that pierced her like her sword nonstop.

    When Ei came to herself, she realized she was in the clearing where the fight had happened. Her breathing became slow and deep as she looked at the beast-made trail. There at the end, she saw the massive dead body, undisturbed by nature or the villagers.

    Before she realized it, her feet brought her closer to the best. From afar it was big, from close, it was monstrous. No one in the right mind would fight something like this… It’s stupid, she knew. Master’s an idiot… master… why did you have to fight this thing…?

    Ei looked up the grey sky and cried.

    She had no idea for how long, but when the tears dried, she forced herself to stare at the beast again. Ei had no idea why, but she wanted to see the Oni.

    The body was covered with hundreds of small wounds. Each and every one was superficial and barely caused any real damage to the beast. But they were proof her master was an incredible swordsman and that his blade could cut anything.

    His sword… Only then she remembered her master’s blade.

    The remains were in the same place, piercing the back of the demon’s head. Ei sat before the head, place both feet on the Oni’s face and pulled the handle with all her strength. The weapon didn’t even budge.

    She closed her eyes, concentrated, and pulled. Nothing. But she tried again and again, until her hands were raw. The blade didn’t budge at all.

    But Ei didn’t give up. The sword was a shadow of the great weapon it once was. A shadow that did not serve to fight and had no value. Even so, it belonged to two great swordsmen.

    With a rock, she circled the beast and hit the tip of the broken blade. With the first few strikes, Ei felt the weapon moving a bit. It was barely anything, but it made her hit harder and faster. Until she was striking both the blade and the beast’s head, soaking the rock with that dark blood.

    Thanks to her raw hands, the stone slipped through her fingers and she struck her hand on the tip of the blade. Though the wound was deep, Ei didn’t scream. It didn’t hurt as much as it should.

    She unwrapped the bandages from her leg and covered the wound. Then she picked up the rock and hit the weapon again. She only stopped when the sword was buried on the back of the head.

    Tossing the rock aside, Ei ran around the beast and sat before the face. Despite her wounds, she pulled the sword again.

    The girl had no idea how long it took, but she finally managed to pull the blade free.

    The sword, once beautiful and shiny, was now ugly and mangled.

    Even so, Ei could still sense her master’s soul when she hugged the broken weapon.

    By the time she got back, it was already night. The priest asked nor said nothing, not even when he saw the new scabbard on her waist. He just hugged her. But when he realized the stare of her hands, he took her inside right away.

    Ei sat on the corner with her head down as the priest treated her wounds. Though she didn’t notice, it wasn’t just her hands; her feet bled as well. She was walking around the forest with her bare feet.

    But that pain was nothing compared to what the girl felt when she saw the coat covering Tadayoshi. Even so, she couldn’t help but thank the priest in her mind.

    “Eiko-chan…” a voice brought her back to reality. It took a moment for her to stop cutting the tree and turn to Ryuu-sensei. “We have enough.”

    Only now Ei noticed she had cut enough trees to make another small clearing. Nodding absentmindedly, she cut the trunks into smaller pieces with the priest’s help. Despite wanting to do it all by herself, Ryuu-sensei insisted on helping. Only then the girl remembered she wasn’t the only one grieving.

    By the stories Tadayoshi told her, they met thanks to their respective masters. Ryuu-sensei was the disciple of some priest in some temple and in one Yasuhiro-sama’ travels to visit an old friend, the swordsman and priest became friends.

    They know… knew each other for a long time… much more than me, the disciple thought as they carried everything to the pile of logs before the temple.

    Ryuu-sensei organized the smaller pieces of wood while Ei spreads the dry leaves around Tadayoshi’s body.

    It was the priest suggestion to burn the swordsman’s body.

    At first, Ei didn’t want. But the idea of bury her master on that mountain made her insides burn. This mountain doesn’t deserve to be master’s resting place…

    So they went with Ryuu-sensei’ suggestion.

    Ei wanted to burn the temple as well, but the priest was firmly against it. According to him, the villagers would need a place to perform their rituals, even if it wasn’t the real temple.

    She didn’t care at all, but he said Tadayoshi wouldn’t do something like that. The disciple wasn’t so sure her master wouldn’t but kept quiet. Though she knew a lot about her master, there were many times when he surprised her and even seemed another person.

    I never knew about this either, Ei thought, clutching the small books inside her clothes. One she had seen many times. Tadayoshi used Yasuhiro-sama’ diary to teach her how to read. She even flipped through a few times, but it never interested her.

    Like everyone, she held the samurai as a legend. Looking into that could ruin her ideal. Tadayoshi knew about that and laughed everything, saying the old man was like the tales, but people had embellished much of his deeds.

    But the other book… All this time by her master’s side, Ei had never seen that book. After hesitating, the priest handed her before they went to sleep. Uninterested, the girl flipped through and read the first pages. When she realized what it was, she shut the book close, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

    The disciple recognized her master awful handwrite. Ei couldn’t sleep and spent the entire night holding the book, thinking if she wanted to read or not. In the end, she decided she wasn’t ready, and just watched the sun rise while hugging the diary.

    “Kaguya-sama!” Ryuu-sensei screamed suddenly. The priest placed the last firewood around Tadayoshi and turned.

    Ei turned around slowly. She didn’t sense none of the four our people walked towards them. Or they’re really good in hiding their presence or I’m too distracted… Staring the newcomers, the swordswoman considered the latter to be true.

    The three men had nothing special about them. At first glance, the only thing Ei noticed about them was their age. One as older of the group, and the other two were around Ryuu-sensei’ age. They’re priests too, she knew by their clothes the same as her teacher’s.

    Looking past the men, Ei focused on the woman of the group. The swordswoman could tell she was completely different from the rest. She’s strong… Kaguya, was it? The name was familiar, though Ei couldn’t remember ever meeting someone like her.

    The woman was tall, and despite the heavy clothes, Ei could tell she was slender. Her face was delicate and feminine, but at the same time, it had something fierce on it. That’s the face of someone you shouldn’t mess around.

    Though her clothes looked like peasant’s clothes, the beautiful long black hair tied on the side with an elegant pin told the girl the priestess was a noble. But I’ve never met a noble, Ei thought, still trying to figure out where she knew the name.

    “What are you doing here, my lady?” Ryuu-sensei asked, dropping to his knee and lowering his head.

    “One of my oldest friends died. Of course, I’d come,” she said in a low voice.

    The woman walked towards the priest, placed a hand on his shoulder forced him to stand up. When they looked at each other, she hugged him and they both cried. It took a while for Kaguya to let him go.

    “Tai would’ve come too, but he received an urgent message from the capital.” She clicked her tongue and pressed her lips.

    Ah… she’s Ryuu-sensei’s superior or something like that… Ei finally remembered where she had heard the name. The only place she knew where the people had that much hate of the capital was the temple where the swordswoman met Ryuu-sensei. It was when Tadayoshi decided to stop chasing the rumors for a while.

    Kaguya… Ei had never met her in person, but Ryuu-sensei mentioned her name many times during their lessons. The priest admired and always spoke with a great respect for the priestess, the Miko, from his temple. She and her husband, Tai. From the little Ei remembered, they were both known was Sousei, the twin stars, of the east.

    “Where’s the Oni?” the woman asked in a low voice.

    The mention of the demon brought Ei’s attention back. The girl clutched the third handle on her waist so hard the wound throbbed.

    Ryuu-sensei looked between Kaguya and the other priests, and then his eyes lingered at the swordswoman.

    “Eiko-chan, could you please take Kaguya-sama to the remains?”

    The girl nodded without looking at the woman. As she finished placing the dry leaves, the priest took from his clothes a small wooden box with four pieces of paper on each side. The papers had symbols written in black ink.

    One of the younger priests took the box and put it away on his bag with great care. Then he began making questioning Ryuu-sensei.

    Ei barely paid any attention. Her mind on the box, now out of sight. She had seen it before, but, at the time, had no interest.

    The priest only left the temple and his friend’s side once. He came back as fast as he could, out of breath and sweating, clutching the box with both hands. Though Ei didn’t ask, he told her it was the amulet the old leader used.

    Ei knew at once it was more than just that. The priest hated the sight of violence and death, and yet he overcame his weakness and went to that place to get a simple amulet.

    “I met Tadayoshi when he came to the temple with Yasuhiro-sama.” Half the way to the demon, the priestess started talking conversation in a distant voice. Ei had to strain her hears to listen, even though the woman was by her side. “The samurai always complained to my master about his indiscipline disciple and how much trouble it was to train him.”

    She knew Tadayoshi too, Ei thought. Now that she paid more attention, the girl realized the woman’s voice wasn’t distant. It was nostalgic. When she looked up, the priestess’ eyes were watering.

    “How… how was he…?” Ei was surprised by her own question. But now she realized how little she knew about her master. It’s not only Ryuu-sensei who mourns…

    Kaguya showed a gentle smile. “Despite all the complaints from Yasuhiro-sama, Tadayoshi looked like a shy kid.”

    “Shy…?” Ei had never associated that word with her master. The idea was so strange she ended up chuckling a little.

    “It’s true. He wasn’t used to being around kids his age. We invited him to play with us, but he stayed by Yasuhiro-sama’ side the entire time. We thought he was just a too serious disciple…”

    “That doesn’t sound like Tadayoshi…” Despite knowing how much the swordsman admired the samurai, it was hard for Ei to imagine Tadayoshi being a good disciple to remain at his master’s side the entire time.

    “But then, while the samurai was taking with our master…” Kaguya laughed a little. “When the conversation was over, Tadayoshi attacked Yasuhiro-sama with the wooden sword.”

    Ei couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite the way her master talked about his own master, she could imagine it happening without any trouble. “What happened next?”

    “Yasuhiro-sama avoided the attack still sitting. Then he grabbed Tadayoshi’s arm threw him out the door. It was fun watch Tadayoshi roll in the yard and stand up screaming.”

    Ei laughed. For the first time in days, she laughed as she imagined the scene.

    “Wish I could’ve seen that…”

    “Unfortunately it’s not all laughs. After that, Tai ended up liking Tadayoshi and they became friends. That night they stole ceremonial sake and drank it all to celebrate their new friendship.” Kaguya sighed and shook her head. “I’ve never seen our master so furious. Yasuhiro-sama only laughed and made them run around the temple as punishment. At the same time, he encouraged them as loud as he could with the drums.”

    Her master wasn’t exactly weak with alcohol, but in the few times he drank, he exaggerated and couldn’t do anything the other day. My head’s exploding, he used to say most of the times. Ei had no trouble imagining a young version of her master trying to run around a temple after a night drinking alcohol with the sound of drums exploding inside his head.

    “After that day, whenever Yasuhiro-sama brought his disciple, the head priest store all the ceremonial sake in a room and locked it,” Kaguya said in a nostalgic voice. “With time, Tadayoshi became friends with all the kids in the temple too. But he was a sore loser. Tadayoshi didn’t like brag about his strength even though he was the disciple of Yasuhiro-sama. But whenever Tai defeated him, he had an excuse. The worst one was that he was tired after the journey, despite sleeping in one of the best guests’ rooms.”

    That’s the master I know. Stupid and unpredictable, Ei thought, smiling. He was much stronger than she, but whenever she managed to get close to hitting him, he said it was luck and she shouldn’t be too happy about it.

    As they headed the real temple, they grew quiet.

    “I have to thank you, Eiko,” Kaguya said after a while.

    Ei looked up. The smile the priestess had as they talked about Tadayoshi was gone. Kaguya’s expression was back to the delicate and fierce façade.

    “The last time I talked to him, he was a different person. There was no trace of that stupid and happy kid. He had become someone filled with anger, hate, grief, and pain. Tadayoshi both loved and hated Yasuhiro-sama, and could only think about his revenge. He even ignored his master’s last wish. And never learned the truth about Inori.”

    The priestess could no longer hold her tears. As she cried, she smiled hugged and hugged the girl. Even though she was a stranger, Ei hugged the woman back.

    “Tai managed to beat some sense into him but Tadayoshi still lived for his revenge. Until he met you, Eiko,” she said in a heavy voice. “He went from someone almost consumed by his hatred to someone who was willing to put his life on the line for others. Thank you, Eiko. Thank you for saving my friend from himself.”

    Ei put more strength into her arms, burying her face on the woman’s heavy clothes. After a long time, the priestess let her go and cleaned her tears. The girl did the same and they continued walking to the temple.

    They reached the clearing where the fight had occurred, and Ei pointed to where the beast’s and the villagers’ bodies were without looking. When Kaguya and the priests left her alone, the girl bit her lips and raised her head.

    I’m not the only one who’ll miss master… I’m not the only one who’ll remember Tadayoshi… As she looked at the grey sky, the girl let the tears roll down. This time crying made her feel a little better. After she cleaned her face, she walked towards the end of the beast-made path.

    The younger priest, the one with a thin beard and short hair, walked around the clearing murmuring something all the time. He was so focused on his job he almost bumped into the girl when he passed by her.

    Ei had no idea how, but Kaguya and the older priest had turned the demon’s body around. There was a thin layer of ice on the Oni’s body. The priestess circled the body, so focused it seemed the rest of the world was forgotten.

    The man had trouble looking beyond the dead villagers. But he forced himself to look away and tried to get the priestess attention.

    “Kaguya-sama! Kaguya-sama!” The woman finally looked at him. Ei sat with her back against a tree and stared the beast, listening to their conversation with little interest. “Do you think they made a mistake, Kaguya-sama? Or perhaps they lost some of the records. There have been many fires on the capital… we don’t know when this demon was sealed here…”

    Kaguya still stared the beast as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

    “I doubt it. By our records, this temple is less than thirty years. There’s no way they lost that much information in such little time. It only means they’re hiding something from us. Again! If we complain, they’ll use the fires again as an excuse!” She hit a tree with a closed fist. The air got colder as she closed her eyes. She let out an angry sigh, the fog forming before her mouth.

    The young priest came running to them.

    “I got everything,” he said in a nervous voice.

    “Good. Let’s go back to Ryuu,” Kaguya said, turning around.

    The sun had almost set on the horizon by the time they got back. Ryuu-sensei had finished the preparations and now stood near Tadayoshi body. He was so distracted he didn’t notice the group. The other priest, who stood a few steps behind warming himself near a fire, said something to Ryuu-sensei, who finally seemed to awake.

    The half-moon shone weakly on the gray dark sky and the stars came and went behind the clouds. Despite barely knowing, Ei was glad Kaguya was there. It was comforting to know that despite all the hate around him, Tadayoshi had friends.

    But Ei didn’t share the same feeling with the other priests. None of them seemed to mourn Tadayoshi’s death. All they did was stare at the body with empty expressions. The girl knew it was childish of her, but she wanted them to go away right now. But she held it in.

    Ryuu-sensei spoke something while moving his hands in strange gestures, but he couldn’t keep going; he was crying too much. Kaguya patted him on the back and then stepped forwards, continuing on his place.

    Is that some kind of ritual? Ei wondered. It was different from what they did in her village. Despite not understanding anything, it seemed beautiful and she liked it. She had no idea if it was something special for the priests, but to her, was different, just like her master.

    The young bearded priest picked up a piece of wood with a cloth wrapped around the end, touched the fire and handed to Ryuu-sensei when it was lit. He was still crying and could barely hold the torch.

    Kaguya offered a hand and the priest handed it to her. She took a step forward and stood before Tadayoshi for a moment. Then turned to Ei, calling her silently.

    The girl took the torch and stared at her master.

    Ei wanted to say something but had no idea from where to start. There was so much. She wanted to thank him for everything. Say what her master meant and would mean forever. Perhaps Tadayoshi himself had no idea how much important he was to her.

    Even if the world hated him, he was the person she loved the most.

    Ei wanted to thank the heavens for giving her the courage to talk to a stranger dress in rags that carried a sword. She wanted to thank the Gods for changing her destiny. But she also wanted to curse them for taking him from her too soon.

    Ei wanted to say all that but knew she could never express her feelings properly.

    The only thing she could do was to live carrying the memory of her master. Tadayoshi taught her for a little over a year, but she would never forget him. In this short time, he molded her into what she was today. Everything was carved into her heart, into her soul, into her sword.

    Ei knew what she had to do. She would live through his teachings. As long as she lived, her master would always be alive.

    When we meet again in a very, very long time, I’ll look him in the eyes with my head held high and thank him for everything.

    As the disciple stared her master, somehow he seemed different. His face was paler and the body more rigid, but his expression wasn’t the same.

    No… it’s the same… With a queer jolt, she realized she was the one who was different. The meager hope she carried that he would just wake up at any time was gone completely.

    Ei knew her master would never open his eyes again. The same way as her mother would never come back, Tadayoshi was somewhere far, far away from her.

    With the tears rolling down her cheeks, she stood a few paces from her master and whispered so only he could hear. “Goodbye, master. Thank you for everything.” And then she lowered the torch.

    The flames devoured the dry wood and leafs slowly, the sound of fire crackling growing.

    Ei stood where she was, basking on the warm. Kaguya placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled the girl back.

    Soon the flames burned intently, but Tadayoshi’s expression hadn’t changed, still peaceful, still ignoring the fire.

    As she watched the flames, Ei cried and clutched her master’s diary inside her clothes. They were together for over a year, but she never thought their time would be so little. She believed they would be together forever. Because of that, she never bothered to learn everything about him. She had lost her chance.

    I’m a failure as a disciple, the girl thought.

    But she knew how she could change that.

    “I… I wanna go… with you…” the girl’s voice failed due to the tears, but her decision was firm. She didn’t turn to Kaguya, her eyes fixed on the flames. But she could feel the woman’s gaze on her. The swordswoman knew it was hard for the priestess to take her.

    “It’s gonna be a harder life than the one with Tadayoshi,” Kaguya spoke at last after a long time. “What killed your master could end up killing you too. I don’t want to see people dying because of that.”

    She’s trying to keep me out of her world… Then the girl realized. She thinks I’m out for revenge… She’s trying to protect me, to prevent the same thing that happened with master…

    But that’s not it…

    Tadayoshi was her goal. As his disciple, she only followed him on his journey. But now her master had left her without a path.

    No… that’s wrongI’m the one who should find my own path… I wanna a reason to go on. She had to find a way to tell that to the priestess.

    The disciple clutched the third weapon on her waist, the handle of what was left of Tadayoshi’s sword. But then she let it go and wrapped her hand around the handle of her own sword.

    “Master told me once and I never forgot. He said he’d teach me how to use a sword, but I should decide when to use it on my own.”

    She finally looked Kaguya in the eyes. The priestess stared back. The crackling wood and the fire were the only sounds in the clearing.

    “I want to use my sword to make a difference in this world.”

    Kaguya flashed a tiny smile and closed her eyes. “Tadayoshi raised a great disciple.”

    When the priestess opened her eyes again, the girl could swear there was something familiar in them. It’s the same eyes Tadayoshi had me when I screamed I wanted to be strong, when he accepted me… Those are the eyes of someone who knows the dangers ahead but respect the other’s determination.

    Eiko didn’t smile back. The path ahead of her was probably much harder and more dangerous than the way of the sword. She had no idea if she would survive, but she knew she had to keep going forward. In a world where Tadayoshi was no longer.

    Thanks for reading.
    This marks the end of Part 3. But Ei still has her story to be told.
    I should be releasing Part 4 in April. And I'll try to post two chapters per month.
    Until then, check out my other stories.
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  20. riki

    riki Storyteller

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    Thanks for Part 3!

    RIP, Tadayoshi :scry It's sad that he's gone, but at least he managed to save Ei and Ryuu from the oni. I have a feeling he'll still show up in Part 4 via flashbacks and through his diary.

    Ei has grown so much since Part 1. I'm sure she'll become a great swordswoman that would make her mentor proud.

    Can't wait to read Part 4 next year~
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