by Ryan Kirk
He had never thought the stories had been any more than old wives’ tales. A legend designed to motivate the Warriors of the Path. He had even known some who had claimed to have the power, although he had never known for sure.
He knew now. He had never experienced anything like this. The boy had a gift and probably didn’t even realize the extent of his power. Orochi couldn’t shake the feeling that the world had worked its magic to its own ends to create this boy. Too many coincidences. Shigeru had stumbled onto something much greater than he ever could have imagined, although maybe he had known all along. It all felt preordained.
Orochi shook his head. He had never believed in anything beyond his own ability. It seemed like a poor practice to start now. Regardless of his own feelings on the subject, he had his honor and his word to uphold.
He smiled to himself. This should be interesting.
Ryuu wasn’t able to process what was happening. The world was different, more vibrant. He could sense the blood flowing from the cut on his chest, but he also knew it was clean and posed no threat to him.
Everything swirled about him. The attention of the onlookers, the cool breeze which passed through the compound. Everything moved and breathed as one. He sensed Orochi’s intention before he started moving, and he didn’t even pause to consider how unusual that should have been.
He sensed how every muscle in Orochi’s body was screaming, pushed to the utmost from a lifetime of difficult conditioning. Idly, he realized Orochi was coming at him with unprecedented speed and power, but it didn’t faze him. Their swords met and met again, and there was going to be an opening, as clear as day, right there.
Ryuu’s cut was true, and though Orochi was quick, the cut moved through him, almost without resistance. Alone it wouldn’t be fatal, not unless it wasn’t treated in the next watch. But it caused Orochi to disengage for the second time, and Ryuu was content to watch him retreat.
Moriko was without words. She hadn’t even sensed the two of them. Their movements were too quick. It had lasted but a single heartbeat, but they each must have made four or five moves. Moriko didn’t even know. She couldn’t tell what had happened. She could have sworn they had blurred they were moving so fast.
Orochi had disengaged again, and Moriko could see the cut on the right side of his abdomen. She glanced at Ryuu, and there was no new blood. She went back to Orochi, and her heart went out to him. Despite everything, he was a good man.
He must have sensed it because he turned to her and bowed his head. He knew her thoughts, knew her well. And he accepted her choice. It was enough.
He was incredible. Orochi still had one trick up his sleeve, and the fight wasn’t over, but the boy was the best he had ever seen. He had the gift.
He felt sympathy and glanced over at Moriko. The girl was torn, Nori’s body at her feet. That pleased him. She would pull through, despite everything the monastery had done to her. Orochi was proud. He had created one good thing in his time here. He was satisfied with that. He bowed to her and resumed his focus on Ryuu. It was time.
Orochi came again, but Ryuu was ready. He could tell, once again, Orochi was giving all he had, the way a warrior should. He held nothing back, ready for death to claim him.
The moves were quick, and there was the obvious opening. Ryuu took it, plunging his sword deep into Orochi’s belly.
Orochi almost smiled. Shigeru had taught him this trick the last time they had fought. He pushed the pain down, his sword held above his head, ready to make the killing blow, even as he began to die.
Ryuu knew it was too obvious, had known before he even made the cut. He focused his will through a single empty-handed blow. His right hand held on to his sword while his left made the strike. He wasn’t prepared for the result.
Orochi never saw or sensed it coming. Ryuu’s palm struck his chest with unimaginable force and shoved him off Ryuu’s blade. He had never seen a strike with such power or speed.
Ryuu watched as Orochi tumbled end over end, off his blade, across the field. He had never expected that to happen. He had just planned on stunning Orochi, not knocking him backwards several paces.
With that thought, his world snapped back to normal, and Ryuu realized something inside of him had changed. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present. Orochi was still alive. The cut had been fatal, but not immediately. He approached Orochi with caution.
As he did, Orochi struggled to his knees. Like a true warrior, he had not dropped his sword. He set it on his right side, the blade pointing towards him. It was a gesture of peace. Respect for Orochi flooded through Ryuu and he sheathed his sword, though he didn’t drop his guard.
Orochi looked up at him. “You have the gift.”
Ryuu let the comment wash over him. Orochi had known more about Ryuu than Ryuu had. It was best to accept it. It was not the time for questions.
Orochi looked over at Moriko. “Will you take care of her?”
Ryuu shared his gaze. She was, literally, all he had left. “I will.”
Orochi nodded as blood started to trickle out of his mouth. “Good.” He looked up at Ryuu again. “Will you honor your word?”
Ryuu knew that he was referring to the swords. He glanced at them and then at Orochi. “I will.”
Orochi nodded. “Good.” He was starting to have difficulty speaking, but he managed to get one last phrase out. “A warrior’s death, please.”
Ryuu stepped behind him. He felt Orochi settle down on his knees and gave him a moment to say prayers and make his final peace. A small twitch of the head was all the sign he needed, and with one smooth, perfect stroke, he drew his blade and took off Orochi’s head.
Moriko glanced about herself, attempting to maintain the same calm that was frozen upon Ryuu's face. Orochi had been killed. Her mind was still attempting to catch up with what her eyes had seen. As she glanced around, she saw she wasn't the only one.
The entire compound was silent. Every man here was highly trained, and every one of them was aware of the significance of what they had just seen. There was no hiding the truth now. It would be loosed upon the land, to what ultimate end no one could guess. It was as if a boulder had been thrown into a pond, stirring up the very fabric of existence. No one alive had seen two nightblades duel.
It didn't take the sense to understand that the place was filled with awe and fear. Although Ryuu and Moriko were outnumbered ten to one, not one soldier attempted to renew the attack. Archers held their bows loosely knocked at their sides and some soldiers were sheathing their blades.
When Ryuu spoke, it even made Moriko jump. He seemed to speak quietly yet his voice was heard throughout the fort.
"We are not here for you. We came for the girl and for your commander. I have no wish to kill more today, but if any would stand in my way, come, and let me finish this so I may bury my dead."
He was greeted with silence. The soldiers glanced from one to another, and as a group they silently chose life over death at Ryuu's blade. Once the sound of the first sword being sheathed reached the ears of the rest there was mutual consent.
Ryuu nodded and sheathed his own blade. He looked over at Moriko inquisitively and she nodded her head. She was fine.
Ryuu went back to the center tent and came out a while later with Takako's body in his arms. Moriko could see the tears trickling down the side of his face.
Moriko went over to Orochi's body, deciding what best to do. She motioned a soldier to her, who came despite his obvious reluctance.
"Do you have a cart I may use to transport his body? I can return it later if you wish, but I need to give him a proper rite of passage."
The soldier's face was full of questions, but he didn't ask them. "Yes, sir."
Not long after that, Ryuu and Moriko left the fort through the front gates. Moriko had offered the use of her confiscated cart for Takako's body as well, but Ryuu declined, opting instead to carry her all the way back to their camp.
The journey was uneventful. Ea
ch of them built a funeral pyre and each of them placed a body on top. They worked in silence, both too wrapped up in their own thoughts to spend time speaking to the other.
When the work was finished they stepped back, hesitating to speak.
Ryuu was the one who broke the silence. "I think that maybe she was right."
Moriko didn't have to ask what he was referring to. "Maybe, there's no way of knowing. I don't think we were wrong though."
"Even at this cost?"
Moriko fixed her gaze on the bodies of her friend and her mentor. "No."
Ryuu changed the subject. "Orochi was a good man."
Moriko agreed. "He was hard, but he was honest and he was fair. He held to his code and did what was asked of him."
"He had a purpose."
"Yes." Moriko read into Ryuu's thoughts. "And now you need to find one. Word will get out. You won’t be able to hide again."
Silence settled over the two of them like a comfortable blanket. They were both lost in thought.
Finally he spoke again. “I would rather not draw my blade against another again.”
Moriko studied him. Her heart went out to him, but she suspected there was a deeper truth he didn’t understand quite yet. “I hope you’re right.”
They lit the pyres and watched in silence as a lover and a master went up in flames. Moriko would have done anything to get an idea of Ryuu’s thoughts, but he was closed down, and it was only sorrow she sensed.
As she watched the flames dance against the evening sky, Moriko felt a lightening of her spirit. Although she knew it wasn’t true, she finally felt free. She had escaped the monastery, and although she mourned Orochi, a part of her was also aware that he had been the only one who was capable of tracking her down. Since he had rejoined the Great Cycle she knew she was freer than she had been since she was a child.
As she stood next to Ryuu, Moriko knew she wanted to be with him on his journey. There was an understanding between the two of them that she had never shared with anyone before. She acknowledged that it might not be quite fair, as they were the only two nightblades in the world they were aware of, but she also knew him as an honest, kind man. Maybe that was enough.
As the pyre burned low to the ground, Moriko turned to Ryuu and spoke softly. “So, what do we do next? It’s all over.”
Moriko was delighted as Ryuu smiled at the use of her “we.”
“Not quite yet. There’s one more thing that we need to do.”
Moriko looked at Ryuu quizzically, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
Epilogue
Lord Akira was pacing in his castle, staring at the maps in his study.
For almost a full moon he had been distraught, not eating as usual, nor as calm and confident as was his manner. Rumors had become something more. Not quite fact, but not fiction either. At times it sounded like everyone in the kingdom knew he had a nightblade in his employ.
The news from the fortress had come just days after the battle, delivered by a messenger who had worn out multiple horses and almost killed himself to bring the news as soon as possible. Despite the attempts to preserve secrecy, too many people had witnessed the events at the fort and the word was out in the public.
It caused Akira to go back through the entire chain of events, trying to find the mistakes, trying to find where he should have acted differently. What frustrated him was that he wasn’t convinced he should have done anything different. He went all the way back to when Orochi first came through his doors, outsmarting and out-fighting his entire guard.
Perhaps he should have turned Orochi away. But the greater part of him believed he had made the right decision. The knowledge that a nightblade existed, combined with his offer of services had not been a moment to pass up.
Akira had lost more than an ally. From the first day they met, Orochi had made his position with Akira clear. He wanted to use Akira just as Akira wanted to use him. There was no pretense, no hidden agenda. Orochi was not a power-hungry man. He already had power and knew what he hoped to gain from it.
As one of the three lords it had been a blessing. Akira had fathered no sons, and the plots against his reign ranged from silly to subtle. Almost everyone born with ambition was trying to play some angle. Not Orochi. He had been as straight as they came.
Akira looked at the map of the Three Kingdoms arranged before him. He seemed to be the only one who understood that the world was larger than their kingdoms. Yes, there was limited trade with the outside world, but geography and weather had made the Three Kingdoms almost immune to a serious attack the past few hundred cycles. There were the attacks through the southern pass, but Akira and Nori had suspected for some time they were at most a diversionary strategy. Something wicked was brewing in Azaria, but he knew not what.
The Three Kingdoms held sheltered, fertile, and mineral-rich land. They were an ideal location for invasion. Their own legends told of invaders from lands unknown in the days of the One Kingdom. Akira suspected it was only by chance they hadn’t been seen since. But it was too much to ask that they never return. As the Three Kingdoms stood now, they would fall to any organized invader. The majority of troops for all Three Kingdoms were stationed along their own inner borders with the other kingdoms, not towards the outside world.
Akira knew the other two lords also had dreams of unifying the Three Kingdoms and becoming king. But Akira also knew that he was the only one of the three who wanted to do it for the good of the kingdom.
Despite Nori’s weaknesses he had been a capable general and had seen the bigger picture surrounding the kingdom. He had been willing to hold the pass with fewer and fewer troops over the past few cycles, knowing that by diverting troops he was preparing for the success of future wars.
Akira wasn’t sure any of his other generals had the same foresight. Toro maybe. They were all capable commanders, but the real promise lay in the generation below them. The generation of Nori’s son and of the new nightblade. They were young and hungry, and several were brilliant. Akira’s scouts within the army reported on the progress of several of them. His hope was to have them in command of his armies within three cycles, time to make a killing strike upon the other kingdoms.
He looked at the map one final time and suppressed the urge to wipe everything off it. He knew what the kingdoms needed to survive, and he knew he possessed the ability to make it happen. He had the leadership, he just didn’t have the resources developed yet. And now two of his most valuable assets had been taken from him by a boy.
As soon as the thought ran through his mind Akira knew he was not alone in the room. He couldn’t say how he knew, perhaps some vestigial part of the sense everyone possessed. There was only one person who had the slightest chance of getting in here. Déjà vu struck in force, and he knew fear for his own life. He turned and drew his sword with one lightning-quick move.
The man, the boy, Akira corrected himself, was leaning against a corner, studying the map Akira had just been looking at. He was of average height, and while obviously strong, didn’t look like the sort of person who could kill Orochi. He looked remarkably average and young. He was still several cycles away from full adulthood. But his robes were as dark as night and caused him to blend into the shadows.
Disbelief almost made Akira laugh, but he knew already what this boy had accomplished. Perhaps he was lucky, but no one had the luck to create the results this boy had. This was the most dangerous man alive inside his kingdom, or all three kingdoms, at this moment.
The boy looked up at him. “Bad time?”
Akira held his sword steady and level. He faced the boy who was bringing his kingdom to the brink of collapse. Maybe where others had failed, he could succeed. The boy was unarmed. He would be easy to kill. Akira moved in to attack while the boy watched.
Akira didn’t know how to describe what happened next. As he went to strike it seemed like the boy blurred out of his sight. He couldn’t track the motion of the boy’s body. The next thing he kn
ew the sword was out of his hands with the back side of the blade tight against his throat.
Understanding washed over him. The boy wasn’t here to kill him. If he had been he just missed out on the easiest opportunity he had.
The back side of the blade was removed from his throat, and Ryuu handed the sword back to him. “I’m not here to kill you.” He paused. “I don’t think.”
Akira raised an eyebrow. “You sound uncertain.”
“I suppose it depends upon the outcome of this meeting, but I only see it going one way.”
“Are you seeking employment to replace the skills Orochi brought to this kingdom?”
“No.”
Ryuu turned and gazed over the map. “I’ve never seen an accurate map of the Three Kingdoms. How good is this?”
Akira fought down his warring emotions. A small part of him felt he should be angry. His castle infiltrated, his life threatened, spoken to like a peer of a young man. But the greater part of him couldn’t resist the sheer audacity of the boy and his complete lack of understanding regarding court etiquette. It was a refreshing change from the sycophants and plotters he spent most of every day with. It was much the same appeal that Orochi had possessed.
He couldn’t quite hide the pride in his voice. “I believe it to be the most accurate map of the Three Kingdoms in existence. I have taken extraordinary measures to ensure its accuracy and detail.”
“You want to take over all three kingdoms.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Akira was startled. How could the boy have known? But he stopped his denial. It was self-evident. There weren’t many other reasons to build the most expensive, accurate map in the Three Kingdoms. It was also a pretty open secret.
“Yes, but so does every lord. I just believe I’m going to be the one who succeeds.”
