Nightblade Boxed Set

by Ryan Kirk

  Akira could understand. He was a warrior too, and a warrior who couldn’t fight lacked purpose. Akira was also a king, born to a family destined to rule. There was more for him than the sword, but Rei had grown up a nightblade. Her only purpose as long as she had been alive had been to fight. She wouldn’t know who she was without the ability.

  The dayblade interrupted Akira’s thoughts. “Now that she is healed I am called to return with her to the place from where we came. She will have tonight to recover, but tomorrow we will leave.”

  Akira read into the dayblade’s thoughts. “Thank you. I am grateful for all you have done.”

  He ordered a tent prepared for the dayblade and went to Rei’s tent. He hesitated at the entrance, suddenly unsure of why he was even there. Not only was she a nightblade, but she was broken. How could he help?

  She spoke even as he considered turning around. “I’m still here, you know. You don’t need to be scared of me.”

  Her voice was stronger than Akira had heard it since the battle. It brought hope to his heart. “How are you?”

  “I hurt worse than I ever thought I could. If it’s possible, I think the healing hurt worse than getting cut in the first place. But look what I can do.”

  Slowly, as if she was uncertain of what her own body would do, she spun in the bed until she was laying on her back. It was the first time she had done so since coming to the tent moons ago. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Akira could see she was in pain, but it didn’t stop her.

  “Help me up.”

  Akira stepped to the side of the tent and got Rei her robes, slipping them over her shoulders to cover at least part of her nakedness. He grabbed her left arm, her good one, and gently helped her to standing. She got on her feet and fell forward into him. He embraced her gently and rearranged her robes, helping her dress. She was even lighter than he remembered. He didn’t realize she had lost so much muscle while confined to the bed.

  Rei took a few hesitant steps around the room, Akira never far from her side. It seemed ridiculous to him that as king of the land he would be spending time escorting around an injured nightblade, but his feelings couldn’t be denied, inconvenient as they were. Rei flexed her right hand. It closed and opened slowly.

  “Could you bring me my blade?”

  Akira walked across the tent, drew the blade from its sheath and brought it to her. He handed it to her with a short bow. She grasped the sword with both hands and Akira stepped back. Rei tried a practice cut, but it lacked strength. She tried again and the sword slipped out of her right hand. She held it with her left, but the truth of the dayblade’s comments were undeniable. Without a word she handed the sword back to Akira, who sheathed it for her. When he turned back to her he saw her crying.

  He went over to her and held her gently. She returned the embrace and they stood there in silence, tears running down Rei’s cheeks.

  The next day Akira watched as Rei rode off with the dayblade. She couldn’t keep her saddle well, and the dayblade had promised they would travel slowly. Her sword was still at her side, although it was now useless to her.

  They had spent the previous night together. Akira hadn’t expected to, but they had both felt the desire. He smiled and shook his head as memories came flooding back into his mind. It didn’t make any sense at all, but there it was, all the same. He would miss her.

  She turned and gave him one last smile as she rode away. Akira wondered if their paths would ever cross again. He hoped they would, but he wasn’t counting on it. Spring was coming, and he didn’t think he would see another summer.

  The only way was forward, so Akira turned back to the camp and tried to push Rei out of his mind as best he could. The pass would be open within the next moon or two, and he had a campaign to plan, a battle to determine the fate of the kingdom.

  11

  Every day Moriko wondered at the change in Ryuu. For as long as she had known him, he had been conflicted in some way. He had always been torn between competing ideals. But their duel in the clearing had unlocked something in him. He was driven and focused; but beyond that he was strong, stronger than she would have believed possible.

  She couldn’t help but make the comparison to Nameless. Moriko still believed Nameless was stronger. His body and mind were almost consumed by the energy he possessed. He couldn’t stop moving. Ryuu was something different. He lacked the sheer strength of Nameless, but it would still be a battle for the ages if they met. Ryuu was more focused than she’d ever seen him.

  Unfortunately, that focus was solidly on saving the Three Kingdoms. He was ready to sacrifice his life, and thanks to her, he no longer suffered from any hesitation.

  Moriko still wanted to leave. She had delayed her departure to see what Ryuu would do, and now the time had come for her own decision. She had no desire to save the Three Kingdoms, but she did want be near Ryuu. Once again he had become the man she cared for, and the idea of leaving him hurt her more than she cared to admit. At times she was angry at herself for allowing him to get so close.

  To Moriko, retreating to the island had become the most important goal in her mind. Ryuu had discovered a place where they could be accepted. She had listened to him speak about the island, how different it felt to be someplace safe. A place where they could display their powers openly. When he spoke of the island, it sounded like a place Moriko could call home. Already her heart called for her to go, but she couldn’t bear to part with Ryuu now that they were finally together again.

  Every day they trained and discussed their next steps. Every day Ryuu would spend some time in meditation, expanding his sense. Moriko still couldn’t believe his abilities. To be able to sense things at such a distance was incredible. It astounded her he had known what she was going through back when she was traveling through Azaria. She would have given anything for even a hint of what he was doing as well.

  Spring was coming with alarming rapidity. The snows were melting, and every day Ryuu reported that the battle for the Three Sisters, the battle for the kingdom, was coming closer. Both forces had moved as close to their respective sides of the pass as they could. Ryuu expected the battle would commence within the moon.

  Ryuu also reported other marvelous wonders. The armies of the Three Kingdoms had merged into a single fighting force of an incredible size. They didn’t know what had happened, but somehow either Tanak or Akira had managed to bring together more people than the land had seen in over a thousand cycles. It was one of the best pieces of news they had.

  The other news Moriko thought about often was the discord in the camp of the Azarians. Ryuu told her he sensed combat there. It was nothing on a large scale, but fights were happening more often. Moriko wondered if the alliance of clans Nameless had created was holding together. She thought of Dorjee and Lobsang and the other Red Hawks she had known, and she was surprised to find she hoped they were fine. They had brought the ire of Nameless upon themselves when it was discovered they harbored a nightblade, and she wondered daily what had happened to them after she left. She had cut their leader deeply, and she worried he might take out his wrath on them. She didn’t hold out much hope for her friends.

  Moriko knew she didn’t have much more time to make her choice. Soon they would have to make a decision, and their paths would be set for good. She hadn’t spoken much to Ryuu about it as he regained his strength, but she worried about the monasteries. They were tied up in everything happening, and she feared it wasn’t for the best.

  The hunters solved the problem for them. Ryuu sensed them as they split from the camp. The trails in the mountains had to be open enough for them to be willing to risk the trek. Ryuu counted eight hunters. Four pairs, all staying together as they made the hike through the rugged terrain. Both Ryuu and Moriko suspected their purpose, but it wasn’t until they came through the mountains into the land of the Southern Kingdom that they were sure. The pairs did not split into separate groups, but kept together on a path towards their house. At the rate they we
re traveling, Ryuu figured they had five or six days before the hunters found them again.

  Ryuu wanted to walk out to meet them, but Moriko urged him against it. Every step the hunters took in the kingdom was an affront to Ryuu, but they were safest here in the old woods. As much as it pained him to admit it, she was right. In the woods Moriko would be even more difficult to sense, and it was here she could be the most use. In the plains they would be matched strength for strength, and despite Ryuu’s power, Moriko was certain they couldn’t face eight in open combat.

  For five days they trained and rested. The waiting was hard, but every day the hunters came closer, unaware they would be expected company. Moriko was afraid, but she had also never seen Ryuu like he was now. The kindness that defined him was still there, but there was a new hardness in his eyes. The last hints of childhood innocence had finally been stripped from his character, and he was more dangerous than ever, ready for this final war.

  The hunters arrived on the evening of the fifth night, and Ryuu and Moriko were ready for them.

  Moriko crouched in the shadow of a tree outside the clearing where they had first been attacked a cycle ago. She was saddened the clearing would have blood spilled in it once again, but it was the best place near the hut to hold the fight. The open space gave Ryuu room to use all his power, and the woods surrounding the clearing gave Moriko a chance to use her own special skills to the fullest.

  Ryuu knelt in the middle of the clearing, meditating. He was bait, and there was no way anyone with the sense within fifty leagues of here would miss him. He was throwing off energy, almost enough to blind Moriko’s own sense. It was only through a force of will that she was able to focus on anything besides him. The hunters would find him, and he would lead them into combat near the edge of the trees. Moriko would dart in and out. In essence, his work was to stay alive. She would do the killing.

  She was afraid, not just for herself, but for him as well. He had found his strength, and it was more than Moriko had dared to hope for; but against eight hunters, she wasn’t sure it would be enough. Together was the only way they had a chance to live through the night, and even that hope seemed slim.

  There was a soft rustle in the grass and the hunters came into the clearing. Each pair entered from a different direction, encircling Ryuu immediately. Moriko’s breath caught in her throat as Ryuu dropped out of his meditation and stood up. He drew his blade and was answered by eight drawing steel in return. Ryuu’s draw, normally a sound to strike fear in his enemies, seemed empty and hollow in comparison to the force against him.

  Silence hung in the spring air. Moriko studied her opponents and saw that they were waiting for her. She was completely within herself, and in the old woods none of them had a hope of sensing her. But her absence made them nervous. She put herself in their shoes. By now they would know who she was and what she was capable of. She had probably killed more of their kind than anyone in their legends. They knew she was a danger, and they had expected her, but they had no way of knowing if she was even in the area. For all his strength, it wasn’t Ryuu they feared. It was her.

  If there was one thing that could be said about the hunters, it was that they did not lack for courage. They were wary, expecting a trap at any moment, expecting Moriko to appear at any time, but still they advanced. Moriko could tell that Nameless had not sent young, inexperienced hunters against them. These were hunters who had seen many battles, had seen many cycles of war and violence, and they would not make foolish mistakes. One pace at a time, the hunters closed in on Ryuu, a circle of certain death slowly closing.

  Ryuu was as calm and steady as Moriko had ever seen him. She watched as he scanned the circle, trying to decide which adversary he would attack first. Against a group of eight, their best hope was to kill the weak first, reducing their numbers as much as possible before the battle began in earnest. From what Moriko could sense, it would be a difficult decision. Each of the hunters was strong, and none stood out as being weaker than their fellows.

  In a moment, the clearing exploded into action, erasing the silence of the tense anticipation. It was Ryuu who struck first. It could be no other way. If he allowed the hunters to strike first and in unison, no amount of strength would keep him alive.

  Even though Moriko and the hunters had been expecting Ryuu’s attack, they were all taken aback by the violence of his first strike. It felt as though he had literally exploded into action. Ryuu dashed forward with incredible speed. A series of quick cuts sent one of the pairs of hunters reeling backwards, trying to keep their feet underneath them as an incredible flurry of blows sped their way. Ryuu scored a couple of small cuts on the pair, but they were too fast for him to land a lethal stroke on either of them.

  Though it would have been better if he had killed at least one, what was most important was that he had broken through the circle that had threatened to entrap him. He had won his freedom of movement, and now all the hunters were approaching him from the same direction. Ryuu dashed and darted among them, landing a strike here and deflecting a cut there. His movements seemed to be random, but as Moriko watched, she saw the pattern unfold in front of her. Every pass he took brought the fight closer to the edge of the woods, closer to the deep shadows where Moriko waited in anticipation.

  The battle raged closer and closer to Moriko, and although it pained her to stay in place, she forced herself to wait. So long as she was still she was completely hidden, and if she was able to take a pair completely by surprise she might be able to kill one or even two hunters in a single pass. Not only would it reduce their number, the shock of losing two of their own so quickly could turn the entire battle in their favor.

  So Moriko watched and waited as Ryuu brought the battle closer to her with every strike. Every move and every cut Ryuu made was brilliant, and Moriko was in awe of both his speed and skill. Unfortunately, it was not enough to thin their numbers. The eight who attacked worked well together, and the pairs themselves were excellent. They were cautious, one pair staying on defense as another pair would attempt to attack. As soon as Ryuu moved his focus, the pairs would switch, another going on the defensive while the other attacked.

  Ryuu was brilliant, and his strength was a sight to see, but he was still one warrior against eight, and everyone on the battlefield was an expert swordsman. It was only a matter of time. The hunters knew it, and Ryuu knew it as well. But every moment brought them closer to the edge of the clearing. Moriko watched in anticipation, trying to judge the moment best.

  The battle seemed even until Ryuu made a mistake. He thought he saw an opening in one hunter’s defense and he struck out, risking his balance to get a lethal cut. The opening was real, but it had been intentional. When Ryuu moved for it, the hunter’s partner stepped inside for the block, surprising Ryuu just enough to throw him off balance. It wasn’t much, but suddenly Ryuu was backpedaling, a flurry of cuts coming at him from the pair of hunters. They ran him into another pair eagerly waiting for him. Moriko almost left her hiding spot. He had lost any advantage he had. It would only be a matter of moments.

  But she remained in place as she saw him allow a single cut through his defense to cut through his side. It wasn’t deep, but the pain had to be incredible. She flinched for both of them, but by allowing the one cut through, he gained enough time to solidify his defense. The four continued to press him, but Moriko could see he was allowing them to press him naturally towards the woods.

  Then the hunters made a mistake, not of skill, but of strategy. For some reason, a pair of hunters decided to make for the old woods and try and get around the battle and attack Ryuu from behind. She could imagine their thoughts. The old woods would mask their presence to some degree, and they hoped to get the drop on Ryuu. Any worry of a trap seemed to have slipped their mind in the heat of battle. And with Ryuu retreating straight towards Moriko’s hiding position, it meant it would draw the pair right to her spot.

  Moriko controlled her anticipation as the pair came towards her. Th
ey were silent, and if not for her sense, she would have wondered if they were trying to escape the fight. But in a few moments, the battle came right towards her, and there was nothing for her to do but make her move.

  She attacked the pair who had come into the deep woods first. They walked only a few paces away from her, and for a moment she feared they would smell her presence. But they were too distracted by the thought of killing Ryuu, and walked by her without noticing her at all. As soon as their backs were to her, she made her move. With three quick steps she left the shadows. She drew her blade, a sound lost among the din of battle, and made her two cuts without hesitation. The first cut took the head off one of the hunters, the second was a thrust through the heart of the other.

  Moriko couldn’t have asked for a better effect. The six remaining hunters, so sure of their inevitable victory, were suddenly thrown a surprise. The four Ryuu was engaged with reacted by redoubling their efforts. Moriko went after them. Ryuu was holding his own, but with the pain of a cut, he would falter.

  They saw her coming, even if they couldn’t sense her. The moon was full and she still cast a shadow. One of the pairs attacking Ryuu broke off to face her, but they underestimated Ryuu’s speed. The moment one of them stepped away and began turning towards Moriko, Ryuu saw an opening. He leapt forward and cut across the side of the hunter’s neck. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it didn’t need to be. Blood starting pouring out of the wound, and the hunter sank to his knees as his life left him.

  There were two reactions to Ryuu’s cut. The first was Moriko’s. The hunter’s partner, momentarily distracted, dropped his guard, and Moriko took that moment to act. Another cut and another hunter fell. But Ryuu had also left himself open. He sensed the attack coming and threw himself out of the way, but another cut sliced across his chest. Again, it wasn’t lethal, but Moriko feared he wouldn’t be able to fight at his full strength much longer.