Chapter 1
Two more steps and you’re dead!”
Ronin paused a few feet from the mouth of the large cave, staring with wild eyes into its inky depths, imagining the horror that waited within. His so-called friends were taunting him from a safe distance, pelting him with gravel to keep him moving ahead. For all he cared they could have screamed at the top of their lungs; it hardly mattered. All he heard was the wild pounding of his heart in his throat with each passing moment. He wiped away the sweat beading on his brow with the back of his tightly clenched fist.
It was
wrong for them to be here they knew, but the trio of adventurous boys had
stumbled upon the cavern by accident, and were drawn to it like an oasis in the
desert. They had come twice before
to the mountaintop where the cave was hidden, but had never mustered up enough
courage to enter – yet. But there
was something about the gaping hole in the mountainside that made their
imaginations run rampant.
“Get going
you big chicken!” said Makato, the largest of the three, finding another pebble
to throw.
“Yeah!
What are you afraid of, a giant dragon or something?” Obladi laughed.
Ronin
opened his fist and stared down at the crumpled blade of grass inside.
Being last to draw lots had its disadvantages; his friends had sealed his
fate by simply drawing the larger blades first.
“Ow!”
Ronin cried, shaking his hand furiously as one of the rocks smacked him squarely
on the knuckles. “Enough!”
“Hurry
up!” said Obladi, half-threatening, half-scared.
Ronin
turned and stared menacingly at his friends, his pale blue eyes smoldering with
anger. Obladi quickly ducked his
pudgy frame behind the muscular Makato and away from the painful glare, while
Makato merely returned the stare with a smirk.
Grumbling, Ronin turned his back on them to face the cavern again.
The
entrance was large enough for a dragon to pass through all right, although its
outer edges were jagged and rough, covered by frayed stalks of hanging vines
that crisscrossed the entrance. Cracks
and crevices spider-webbed out from the opening like giant veins, making the
cavern seem ancient, as though the hungry mountain had been born with a mouth.
The only tracks that led up to the entrance were those made by the three boys
over the past couple days. That
brought a little comfort to Ronin, knowing that nothing else had approached the
cavern since they had discovered it.
It did nothing, however, to ease his fear about what might be lurking
inside.
Ronin took another tentative step forward. A cold breeze escaped from the cavern, taking Ronin’s breath away. It was just a draft, but to Ronin it was much, much more – the mountain had felt his presence and was now breathing on him! The young warrior began to hyperventilate, as the cool draft seemed to penetrate his skin and race up and down his spine like icicles. Ronin’s fingers squeezed the hilt of his katana until his knuckles whitened, determined to fight through his fear.
It’s just a draft.
Nothing more. Caves have
drafts. The mountain is not alive!
How ridiculous!
He
exhaled deeply and took another hesitant step forward, finally breaching the
mouth of the cavern. Just then,
another cold gust washed over him, accompanied by a haunting voice.
COME…
Ronin’s eyes grew wide as eggs when he heard the whisper in the wind.
He quickly glanced around the cavern’s interior, but could see nothing in
the cold darkness that seemed to stare back at him.
He heard Obladi’s voice fading away from behind him.
“Hey Ronin,
you okay?”
“What is
it? What do you see?” asked Makato.
“Uh, Ronin?”
Somewhere
distant a gong sounded, signaling the next training period was about to begin.
Ronin had never been so glad to hear that gong as he was now.
The young boy turned around and shot off like an arrow, flying past his
friends without a word. With a
curious look to each other, Makato and Obladi simply shrugged their shoulders
before falling into a trot behind Ronin.
“Hey wait
for us!”
“Yeah,
I’ve never seen you so excited to go to practice before, Ronin!” Makato jibed.
“And why
are you so pale?”
Ronin said
nothing the whole way back, running at full speed through the Steel Forest at
the base of the great mountain and down into the misty vale.
By the time they arrived back at the temple doors, the sun was just
sinking below the
“Ah I see
students Ronin, Obladi and Makato not only cannot hear, but they also are not in
very good health,” said Sensei Hitoshi, causing the rest of the students in the
temple to stop their sword practice and turn to face the three late arrivals.
The boys
knelt in formal seiza positions, bowing their heads on the spotless hardwood
floor. Sweat fell from their
foreheads in steady drips. They
knew they were in trouble – again.
“Forgive
us, Sensei Hitoshi. We misjudged
the distance we were away from here,” said Makato.
“Oh
really? I never realized that you
have gone to so much effort to determine how far you can go and return without
being late, student Makato. Tell me
– no – why don’t you show
me – show all of us – how far you can go and still come back in time when the
next gong sounds.”
Makato’s
eyes bulged.
“Forgive
us Sensei, but what Makato meant is that we apologize for being late.”
“Was I
speaking to you, student Ronin?”
“No
Sensei, but – ”
“And do
you now speak for student Makato?”
Ronin
shook his head. “No, Sensei.”
Sensei
Hitoshi sighed.
“Now –
student Makato, since you seemed to be so knowledgeable about distances, our
evening practice will last another two hours.
Leave now and run as fast as you can away from here.
Then, when an hour has gone by, mark your perimeter, turn around and come
back. I certainly would like to
know more about this remarkable ability you have to judge distance in relation
to timing.”
With a
groan, Makato bowed and began to rise.
“Yes, Sensei.”
“Wait,”
said Sensei Hitoshi. “Since you
need to work on your stamina too, take the stone ball with you.”
Makato
groaned louder, glancing at the stone ball in contempt.
It was a polished round rock weighing a little more than a hundred
pounds. “Yes, Sensei.”
“I do not
hear any gratitude in your voice,
student Makato.”
Makato bit
his tongue. “Thank you, Sensei
Hitoshi, for showing me the way.”
Sensei
Hitoshi waved him away.
Makato
rose quickly and moved to where the stone ball lay amid the other conditioning
rocks. It wasn’t the heaviest, but
it was one of the most difficult to handle since it was so smooth and round.
Without a sound he knelt and lifted it from the floor, cradling it in his
lap while his hands locked underneath it.
Slowly, Makato left the temple with heavy steps, trying not to show the
strain on his face.
Sensei
Hitoshi watched the remaining pair in silence.
Ronin sat motionless, but after awhile Obladi fidgeted – just once.
“Student
Obladi, do you have to relieve yourself?”
Obladi
winced. “No, Sensei.”
“No?
Well then do you have ants inside your uniform?”
“No,
Sensei.”
“Hmmm.
Yet you move when I gave you no permission to do so.
Why is that?”
Obladi squeezed his eyes shut. “Forgive me, Sensei. I’m just a humble student trying to find my way. Please show me the way.”
Ronin
smiled.
Good answer, Obladi.
Sensei
Hitoshi sighed. “Very well then.
Go out to the rock garden.
Collect as many ants as you can and return to me.”
Obladi
knew not to question the word of their Sensei.
“Yes, Sensei. Thank you for
helping me.” With that, Obladi
touched his forehead to the floor, rose and left Ronin by himself.
Sensei Hitoshi remained silent for another hundred heartbeats.
“Student Ronin, he who hesitates is lost.
Do you understand that maxim?”
Ronin
pursed his lips. “Yes, Sensei.”
“Are you
talking to the mice, student Ronin?
Your voice is so soft – almost feminine.”
“No,
Sensei!” Ronin shouted.
Again, another hundred heartbeats of silence passed.
“Are you
lost, student Ronin?”
“No,
Sensei!”
“Then why
did you hesitate with your apology?”
“I – I was
embarrassed for arriving late, Sensei.”
“So your
personal embarrassment caused your friends more problems, did it not?”
“Yes,
Sensei,” Ronin said with resignation.
“It has
also cost the rest of the students precious training time, has it not?
“Yes,
Sensei,” Ronin said, his voice cracking.
“I’m
surprised you have any friends at all, student Ronin.”
The
personal attack weakened Ronin, and he closed his eyes, trying to quell his
emotions.
Sensei
Hitoshi sighed.
Just then,
soft footsteps could be heard from the temple doors.
Obladi knelt by the entrance and waited to be recognized.
“Student
Ronin, you have much to think about.
Take leave and meditate on this for the rest of the evening.
Skip your evening meal.”
Ronin
cleared his throat. “Yes, Sensei.
Thank you for showing… ”
“Go,”
Sensei Hitoshi interrupted.
Ronin
touched his forehead to the floor once more and stood, backing out of the temple
with as much dignity as he could muster.
“Student
Obladi, come forward.”
Obladi
bowed and walked quickly to the center of the temple, immediately kneeling when
Sensei Hitoshi’s nodded for him to stop.
“Show me.”
Obladi
opened his fist and showed the red ants crawling among his thick fingers.
“How many
did you collect, student Obladi?”
Obladi
rotated his hand around as he began counting them.
“By
counting them now are you admitting you didn’t count them outside, student
Obladi?”
Obladi
bowed his head, defeated again.
“I’m sorry, Sensei. I collected as
many as I could and quickly came back as you instructed.”
“So in
your haste you sacrificed – knowledge – of the situation?”
“Yes,
Sensei.”
“Then how
would you know that you collected as many ants as you could if you didn’t know
how many you had at any given time?”
“Uh…”
“And now,
in your haste, is it possible that you may have inadvertently allowed one or
more of the ants to escape your grasp inside the dojo, student Obladi?”
Obladi
nodded, watching helplessly as one of the ants fell from his hand onto the
hardwood floor and began to scurry away.
He quickly scooped it back up.
Sensei
Hitoshi sighed.
“Make a
complete inspection of the dojo for any ants that you may have let in due to
your lack of discipline.”
“Yes,
Sensei.”
“Oh, and student Obladi – you are now charged with the care of those ants you’ve
collected. Please keep them on you
at all times.”
Obladi
groaned. He could hear the future
name-calling already. “Yes, Sensei.
Thank you for showing me the way.”
“After
inspecting the dojo and accounting for your ants, you will sit next to me for
the remainder of the class – unmoving.
Do you understand?”
Obladi
ignored the twinge of pain as one of the ants stung his finger. “Yes, Sensei.”
“You may
not understand the lesson here, student Obladi, but if you are patient and
perceptive, you may come to learn a lot from those – ants in your pants.”
Obladi
bowed. “Thank you, Sensei.”
Sensei
Hitoshi sighed again as he looked out among the rest of the students facing him.
A couple of them had turned away or covered their mouths to keep from
laughing at the exchange.
There were twenty-five boys in all, ranging in ages from twelve to sixteen,
hand-picked by the Emperor to become elite swordsmen for the Imperial Order.
They would spend their adolescence here, learning swordsmanship,
academics and honor, but most of all learning the one thing that would help them
survive once they left as Samurai warriors: discipline.
He would personally see to it, as he had done before with countless other
classes from decades past.
“Continue,” he said, and the group of students once again faced off with each
other in pairs, attacking and defending with controlled effort.
Sensei Hitoshi stroked his long and wispy moustache as he looked in their
direction but didn’t really notice them.
He was focused on the events that had just transpired.
Why is it that the finest students
always lack the most discipline?
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Ronin took
a couple of deep breaths after leaving the temple, trying to regain his
composure.
Why does Sensei have to
make things so difficult?
He shook his head in frustration and fought back a tear.
Through watery eyes, he looked for a sign of his friend.
Knowing Makato, he would have taken off towards the sea.
They both loved the sea, and would spend hours upon hours there creating
adventures and searching for buried treasure that the tide would bring in.
With a deep exhale, Ronin squared his shoulders and set off towards the
west.
The young
boy strolled past his living quarters and the smell of chicken broth coupled
with pungent spices assailed his senses.
Old man Kaizer is
preparing another fine soup for the evening meal.
Ronin’s mouth began to water. He
groaned, realizing that he, unfortunately, wouldn’t be tasting any of it
tonight. That was one thing
that none of the boys complained about – Kaizer’s cooking.
The old chef put as much effort into their food as they did with their
studies, and it showed. He could
make the leather in their sandals taste like veal, and some said he had actually
done just that when there was a shortage of beef last summer.
The smell
of Kaizer’s cooking was soon overpowered by the salt and brine of the sea,
accompanied by the sound of crashing waves in the distance.
Ronin’s heart soared. There
was something magical about the sea, something that made him feel more alive
than ever when he was near it. He
always looked forward to visiting the sea, no matter what time of day or night.
Just being there brought him a deep sense of peace and a rush of
exhilaration all at once. Indeed,
the sea literally washed all his troubles away.
The ground
soon gave way to white sand and Ronin grinned, tromping through it as if it were
snow. The powdery granules felt
cool against his feet, and he quickly kicked off his sandals and buried his toes
with each step forward, kicking up sand like his feet were shovels.
It slowed his progress and made each step an effort, but Ronin didn’t
care – this was a feeling he couldn’t resist.
So engrossed was he at the fun he was having he almost forgot why he had
come in the first place. A loud
shout up ahead snapped him back to attention.
Makato was
about twenty yards distant, knee-deep in water, swinging his sword wildly at
each rushing wave that crashed into him.
Each attack brought a vicious yell comparable to his unrestrained swings.
His vocal kiais were loud enough to be heard over the roar of the
thunderous waves, which amazed Ronin who stood there and drank in the sight with
a grin. A moment later, he
unsheathed his sword and waded in to join him.
“It looks
like you could use some help!” Ronin yelled as he approached, splashing water
chaotically as he advanced.
Makato
turned and raised his sword at his friend, but was too tired to say anything as
his chest heaved, sucking in the evening air.
“Don’t – need – help,” he managed, in between gasps.
Ronin
tried to warn his friend of the approaching wave behind him but could only watch
as it rolled into Makato and whipped him forward.
Ronin used his sword to deflect his friend’s aside, and then caught hold
of him before he fell face-first into the water.
“You sure you don’t need help?”
Makato
grinned. “Going to save me like you
did with Sensei back there?”
Ronin
helped him back on his feet again.
“I only stated the obvious.”
Makato
turned to face the waves. “Bah. You
just haven’t learned when to say
certain things.”
A large
wave plowed into the boys again, and Ronin had to use his sword as a cane,
planting it into the silt to keep from falling over.
Makato, on the other hand, attacked the new wave cleanly – his balance
fully supported in a deep stance by his large, muscular legs.
“So what –
you think you said the right thing to Sensei – that you misjudged the distance?”
Makato
shrugged. “We did.”
“Then you
got what you deserved, huh?”
The older
boy frowned. “Well, what punishment did
the teacher’s pet get?”
“Meditation.”
“That’s
it?”
“I have to
miss the evening meal.”
Makato
grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll make
sure old man Kaizer gives me your portion,” he said, rubbing his belly.
“Yes,
looks like you need it being so puny and frail,” Ronin replied sarcastically.
Another
big wave rolled in and the pair cut it down together with deafening dual kiais.
“What
about Obladi?” Makato asked, wiping his blade on his soaking gi.
“I’m not
sure. Sensei sent him out to find
some ants.”
Makato
stopped and cast a curious glance at Ronin.
“Ants?”
Ronin
shrugged. “He moved again when he
wasn’t supposed to. Sensei asked
him if he had ants in his uniform.”
Makato
raised his eyebrows. “Surely Obladi
isn’t stupid enough to return with any ants, is he?”
The pair
just looked at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing.
“You’re right, Obladi ant
that smart,” Makato added, sending them both into a roar.
Soon after
their laughter died down, Ronin looked around.
“Where’s the stone ball?”
Without a
word, Makato swung his sword in a cavalier stroke and pointed into the water
about ten yards distant.
“You threw
it into the sea?” Ronin asked incredulously.
“More like
rolled the damned thing in,” Makato grinned.
Ronin’s
eyes widened as little bursts of laughter escaped his lips.
“Wh – what are you going to tell Sensei?”
Makato
shrugged. “I’ll tell him I went as
far away as I could from the temple, but I had to drop the rock before I
drowned. He can’t dispute that
logic.”
Ronin had
a silly grin on his face. “Sensei
is going to be furious!”
“Like I
care. The only thing he’ll be
furious about it losing the damned rock.
The rest of the students will thank me for it.”
“You’re
right about that.”
Another
wave crashed into the boys and the pair made quick work of it, slicing it as
many times as they could before it rolled past them.
“You’re
always pushing it, Makato. Why do
you oppose Sensei so much? You just
make it harder on yourself – on all of us.”
“Sensei is
going to get what’s coming to him one of these days, I guarantee it,” Makato
said sardonically.
“I
wouldn’t be so quick to judge him.”
“Oh come
on, Ronin. He makes our life
miserable.”
“No, we do
that to ourselves when we don’t follow the rules.”
“Bah,
rules are made to be broken.”
Ronin
shook his head. “You’re dangerous.”
“We
wouldn’t have as much fun if we followed all the rules now, would we?” Makato
grinned.
“Probably
not.”
“I can’t
wait until someday I make the
rules,” said Makato.
“You mean
you’re actually going to have rules?”
“Probably
not.”
“I didn’t
think so. You hate every one of
them here.”
Another
wave rolled in, and the boys slashed at it with waning strength.
Even Makato’s strength faltered after a time; the sea was relentless in
its attacks.
“So what
scared you back there at the cave?”
“Scared
me? I wasn’t scared,” Ronin
replied, keeping his eyes on the waves.
Makato
laughed. “Come on.
I saw it in your eyes as you ran past me.
I never knew you could run so fast!”
Ronin
shrugged. “I thought I heard
something.”
Makato
stopped cutting the water and faced him.
“Heard what?”
Ronin
looked up at him. “It sounded liked
a voice – an ancient voice. It
said, ‘COME’.”
Makato
said nothing for a moment, trying to read his friend’s face.
He knew he was dead serious.
“Come?”
Ronin
nodded.
“And the
voice came from inside the cave?”
“I didn’t
hear it until I entered the cave.”
“You don’t
think it was just the wind playing tricks on you?”
“No.
I heard it clearly. And I
felt – a presence. Yes, that’s the
best way I can describe it. An
awful presence. It was cold –
powerful – I think it lived there.”
Makato
pursed his lips and chopped at the water, dicing up the sea with crisscrossing
lines – the same way his mind was racing.
“Tomorrow – you, me and Obladi – we go back there.”
Ronin
shook his head. “No way.
It’s too dangerous. I’m
going to tell Sensei.”
Makato’s
eyes flared and his feet ignited underneath him.
He splashed over to face Ronin like a moving fountain.
“You’ll do no such thing! We
found this place and he has no right to interfere nor any right to forbid us
from it.”
There it is, Ronin thought
–
Makato’s fear of Sensei’s dominance over his life – overwhelming his common
sense.
“Makato,
he may know something about the cave.”
“Who cares
if he does or not? I’ll be damned
if I let him spoil our fun.”
“Fun? It’s not fun anymore! We were all scared to be there in the first place, and for good reason.”
“I wasn’t scared,” Makato said matter-of-factly.
“He may know what’s there. He could help us.”
“Help us?”
Makato balked. “When has
Sensei ever helped us?
I’m telling you, Ronin – don’t say anything about this to anyone.
Don’t take this away from me – I mean – from us – not now.”
Ronin saw
the despair in Makato’s eyes – the loss of freedom – the need for his spirit to
soar. How could he say no?
“All right, I won’t say anything,” Ronin grumbled.
“But I’m not going back there.”
Makato
grinned and slapped him on the back of his waterlogged uniform.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m
not, and I don’t think you should either.
There’s something wrong about that place.”
Makato
rolled his eyes. “Look around us,
Ronin. This whole place is wrong!
Now come on, help me finish marking my perimeter.”
“Ah yes,
you didn’t get very far, did you?” Ronin grinned, slicing through another wave.
“Do you think we should say a prayer for the stone ball that was lost at
sea tonight?”
Makato
laughed. “Yes.
Let’s pray that we never see that no good rock of pain ever again!”
The two
boys laughed and fought another dozen waves before they were too tired to raise
their swords again. That’s when the
dead body crashed into them.