Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Book 17 Chapter 20 裏阿蘇家の宿命

From Chinese translations by Hinako.

Draft: Version 1 - final
Notes: 阿苏惟丰 (阿蘇惟豊) Aso Koretoyo; 惟将 Koremasa; 甲斐宗運 Kai Souun; 贞观 Jougan; 御毛沼命 Mikenu-no-mikoto; 苏阳町 (蘇陽町) Soyoumachi; 天岩戸 Ama-no-Iwato -the cave of the sun god or heavenly rock cave; 御神樂 mikagura - formal ritual dance
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"Hey, Haruie, what did you say?"

Chiaki Shuuhei thought he had heard the unthinkable and could not help but ask her again.

"Did you say that... Naoe is still alive?"

Backtracking a little, after Miike Tetsuya had promised to assist Chiaki that evening, Chiaki and Ayako made contact, and thus came this mind-blogging information from her lips.

"It was Kaizaki!" On the other end of the line, Ayako was still in a state of confusion. She was discovered by a member of staff after being knocked out by Kaizaki at the hospital and was given some time to recover before she was finally alert enough to call Chiaki.

"It was Kaizaki! He's Naoe! Naoe, I tell you!" Chiaki thought this was impossible and asked Ayako how she knew. Ayako pressed her hand against her temple and took a deep breath, barely suppressing her own wavering heart.

"I don't understand what's going on either. He didn't perform kanshou on Kaizaki neither is he possessing his body. But he's really Naoe...!"

Chiaki did not know what she was talking about at all. Ayako shook her head as she spoke.

"Sorry, I'm a bit confused. But only Naoe would've said such things. I don't have any explanation other than this."

Chiaki was speechless for a moment. He did his best to keep his calm, pressing the earphone closer to his face.

"Are you saying that Kaizaki Makoto is Naoe? Kaizaki is currently allied with the Ootomo. Despite this, do you still believe that he's Naoe?"

Ayako only continued to shake her head and said, "I don't know," as though she could not completely accept the situation. Chiaki nodded several times absent-mindedly in order to maintain his cool.

"Okay... okay. Then what about Kagetora? Can you tell if he's still alive?"

"Kaizaki said he didn't die. He said that he knew his whereabouts and was going to bring him back."

"Kaizaki said he's going to bring Kagetora back?"

"Yeah. I'll be going to the Honmyouji shortly, I can't just leave the kekkai as it is. You contact Yagami."

Ayako's decision was correct. The Shimazu army had arrived therefore their first priority would be to protect the town from the onryou. Kagetora would have done the same.

"I understand. Once I settle this hostage case, I'll rush back to Kumamoto. I'm concerned about the Ootomo's activities in Kojou High. Will you be okay on your own?"

Ayako nodded. Although her heart was still shaken, she had some resolve intact. Chiaki also nodded. After exchanging and verifying a few other pieces of information, he reminded her to keep in contact and hung up his car telephone.
Then he sat listlessly for a while.
Naoe was still alive.
Chiaki pondered over this for a long time. He felt an intense agitation in his chest.

So that guy wasn't purified...

"Impossible..."

They had been unable to find him anywhere despite all of their desperate efforts. But now Ayako was saying that Kaizaki Makoto was Naoe? According to Ayako, Naoe had not possessed the body neither had he performed kanshou the body when logically it should have been either one of these two possibilities. If Naoe had performed kanshou, Chiaki would have noticed it. However, when they had brushed past each other at Kojou High, the one thing that triggered a reaction from Chiaki was that scent. It was truly strange that his scent incited more of a response than his spiritual aura. Even so, why was Haruie so stubborn in her belief that Kaizaki was Naoe? Was it not just a misconception?

Kaizaki Makoto is Naoe...

If so, that would Naoe the one who had secretly manipulated the incidents at Enoshima. If Kaizaki was somehow related to Kagetora being left in the dark about Irobe's operations, then it would explain everything. If Irobe and Hakkai were now directly subordinate to Kenshin and acting in secret, was Naoe also directly under Kenshin?

What's going on here?

Kagetora was not the only one being fooled. They were also hiding this from Chiaki and the rest. Wasn't it strange? Why didn't Naoe contact them if he was still alive? Did Kenshin save Naoe? But if he wasn't a possessor or a kanshousha, what was his existing form?

I don't get it...


He did not die. Naoe is still alive.
He said he will come to my side. He wants me to wait.


Has Kagetora realized this...?
Chiaki looked serious again. He could not figure out which was the truth. Have they carried out their own measures to assist Kagetora? Or was it a matter of convenience? And what about the alliance with Mikuriya and the Ootomo...
Some sort of arrangement must have secured that. But this matter had yet to be verified. Chiaki firmly reminded himself not to lose his composure. Someone called out to him. It was Miike Tetsuya, who had gone to the shop to get some drinks at Chiaki's request.

"Sensei? What's the matter? You look a little pale."

"Ah, hmm. It's nothing."

Tetsuya gave Chiaki a can of coffee as the latter sighed dramatically. The two of them, together with Haruya, then headed to the Aso shrine in order to confirm the location of a "certain object" and spent the entire day investigating. At first, Chiaki had no intention of bringing Tetsuya with them but Tetsuya had so stubbornly insisted on coming along, even if he had to hold on to the back of the car to follow them, that there was no choice but to give in to him. And Haruya had nothing to say about Tetsuya insistence.

The object which Haruya had come to the Aso shrine to verify was the treasure known as the Golden Snake Head.

--That was originally the goshintai of Shimomiya.

The head of the Miike family had explained. In the old days, the artifact was simply known as the goshintai of Shimomiya. But in the 6th year of the Jougan era (864AD), when Mount Aso erupted, it was transferred to the Aso shrine. The Miike archaic papers in which this move was documented were safeguarded by the Miike family as it was classified information forbidden from being published to the outside world. If publicized, these ancient records would most definitely have the same worth as a national treasure. The Miike documents could not be openly read to anyone apart from the reikami of each generation.

This particular record was titled as "Shintai" in the Miike documents. The Shimomiya goshintai's shift to the Aso shrine should be simply recorded as 'a votive offering in the twelfth month of Jougan 6th' in the Aso family's public documents in order to protect the confidentiality of the finer details. After the shift, the Aso clan had decided to name it as the Golden Snake Head to which the Miike family agreed.

However, they now discovered that Haruya - no, the Miike reikami of this generation had been mistaken. The Golden Snake Head was not in the Aso shrine.

--It has been stolen!

Haruya was momentarily pale then immediately understood that this was not the case. As early as 400 years ago, the Golden Snake Head had been moved out of the Aso shrine. And to this day, the Miike family knew very little of this matter.

Interestingly, it was stated in the records that the artifact was offered to the lord of Higo castle 400 years ago, Sasa Narimasa.

This time, Chiaki was startled. He never expected the name Sasa Narimasa to pop up at this juncture. The goshintai of Shimomiya was once in Sasa's possession but after that its whereabouts were unaccounted for. Where was the Golden Snake Head now? They combed through all of the public documents but there was not a single piece of relevant information. In order to determine the whereabouts of the Golden Snake Head, Haruya ultimately decided to meet with the current head of the Aso family.

Apparently, the Miike and the Aso families have had some sort of special and profound affiliation with each other ever since the ancient times.

Haruya only had to inform them that the Miike reikami requested an audience to send members of the Aso family in a flurry to make preparations for the two of them to immediately meet. The current head of the Aso family was also the chief priest of the Aso shrine. The Aso shrine was the first Shinto shrine of Higo and was formerly known as the Kanhei Grand Shrine. The shrine held rituals that honored the legendary 12 gods led by Takeiwatatsu-no-mikoto in exchange for the agricultural prosperity of Aso making it a relatively unique place of worship in the country. The Aso family was held in very high regard, so much that they were once considered as nobility. Despite their high standing, it was interesting that the Aso family had a secret relationship with the Miike family whose members were at most village chiefs.

Apparently, this was to be Haruya's first meeting with the current head of the Aso family. That said, it seemed like it was not uncommon for the two families to not meet for several generations. Apart from matters pertaining to the historical documents, there was scarcely any other kind of communication between them. In other words, the Miike reikami would only request for a direct meeting in times of emergency, clearly demonstrating the type of relationship they had. Should there be an actual meeting, any other person (including family members) were barred from the discussion. Additionally, the request for a meeting from any one of the families must be fulfilled by the other and prioritized over all other matters. This was the regulation preserved for the past 1000 years.

Naturally, Chiaki and Tetsuya were not allowed into the discussion. So they waited outside the door for Haruya to come out.

"You... I mean, do the descendants of the Miike know about the Golden Snake Head?" Chiaki asked Tetsuya. Tetsuya shook his head and said that this was the first time he heard about it.

"We have always believed that the current goshintai is the Shintai. I didn't expect it to be at the Aso shrine."

Shintai...?

Perhaps Tetsuya had unconsciously let slip a confidential piece of information for he immediately grasped his mouth. Did he know something about the goshintai?

After about one hour, the discussion ended and Haruya emerged from the door. He looked serious and said he had to return so the three of them went back to the Miike house. After having a late dinner, Haruya called Chiaki into his room, saying that he already knew where the Golden Snake Head was.

"Did the Aso family know about it?"

The Aso and the Miike families were the same in that they had secret files which were not allowed to be made public. Although the Aso family had certain documents that were openly used for academic research, not all of their documents were publicized. The outside world had no knowledge of the existence of one particular file. Its contents, included everything from personal matters to wartime secrets. Suspecting that it might contain information about the Golden Snake Head, Haruya and the Aso family head had the seal on the documents undone at the former's request. Fortunately, the file had all the details of the matter.

"400 years ago, the Aso family presented the Golden Snake Head to Sasa Narimasa as a physical proof of their allegiance. Apparently, Koremitsu, the Aso head at that time, did not know of the proper bequeathment with regard to the Golden Snake Head."

That was during the era of the chaos of war. At that time, it was more impressive-looking for the Aso family to assume the stand of a military general than that a Shinto priest. The shrine had been neglected and the legacy of the Golden Snake Head disappeared amidst the fierce death battles.

"On the surface, it is said that the Golden Snake Head is really the head of the orochi which dwelled in Mount Aso. Another story that was passed down regards it as a deification of the volcanic lava, as one of the heads of the legendary monster, the Yamanato no Orochi."

"Yamanato no Orochi...?"

"Yes. But these legends were created to conceal the truth about the Golden Snake Head, stories fabricated and disseminated by the Aso and the Miike families. The work of their intelligence units no doubt. Only the head of the family in each generation has to be aware of its true legacy."

In the chaos of the warring era, the traditions surrounding the legendary artifact had disappeared. There was no physical record as this information was preserved by verbal means. In fact, it was quite amazing that the relevant information survived the passage of 1000 years despite the fact that it was verbally passed down through such a scarce number of people through the generations. It was also a marvel that the Miike and the Aso still remained bound by this together.

During the warring states era, on behalf of Koremasa, Aso Koretoyo, the Aso high priest of the grand shrine, acquired the allegiance of a uniquely powerful mastermind by the name of Kai Souun, war veterans from everywhere and strength from the alliance with Ootomo Sourin, all of which enabled him to hold back the Shimazu from the south and the power of Hizen's Ryuuzouji. Souun's bravery and fighting skill at the Battle of Higen in particular gave rise to the remark that "the Aso clan has Souun" which had an impact on all in Kyushu island. However, after the consecutive deaths of Souun and Koremasa, the Aso clan went down a path of rapid decline. As the eldest, Koremitsu inherited the position of high priest of the grand shrine but he was merely a three-year-old child at that point. Not long after that, Hideyoshi began his invasion of Kyushu island and by the time Sasa Narimasa entered Higo to protect the Aso clan, the family seemed impoverished and in dire straits.

The reason Narimasa had protected the Aso clan was to win the support of the countrymen. Narimasa believed that his preferential regard of the Aso shrine's high priest, who was such a distinguished person, was a way to show his good will to the people. It was at this point that Koremitsu presented the Golden Snake Head to Narimasa. Perhaps Koremitsu used it to show his gratitude to Narimasa for restorng the old fief of the Aso clan. The family's documents and treasures, including the Golden Snake Head, were hidden in a place called the Otokonari shrine at that time in order to evade the disaster of war. By then, the information regarding the proper bequeathment of the Golden Snake Head was no longer transmitted thus Koremitsu simply gave Narimasa the head of the legendary Yamanato no Orochi as a rare treasure.

"So where has Narimasa stowed away the Golden Snake Head?"

Chiaki stared at Haruya, prompting him to go on.

"Narimasa was very happy and made it the guardian deity of his castle. As he regarded it as a column god, he buried it beneath Kumamoto castle and built a shrine hall to honor it."

"Beneath the castle...!"

The Kumamoto castle Narimasa governed when he was in the Higo province was in Kojou. In other words, it was where Kojou High was located.

Is the Head of the Orochi that Mikuriya and company are looking for the Golden Snake Head?

The Aso family had no later records of this matter. If nothing happened since then, the Golden Snake Head should still be directly under Kojou High. Indeed, Mikuriya Juri - no, Ootomo Sourin was looking for the Golden Snake Head, the former goshintai of Shimomiya. But for what purpose?

"Miike-san, what exactly is the Golden Snake Head? Just what on earth is the goshintai of Shimomiya? If it's not the Yamanato no Orochi, then what is it?"

Haruya hesitated. It was not surprising. Even in the Aso family, the truth about the Golden Snake Head was a secret to all but the current head. Chiaki supposed that he was not going to so readily reveal information and so he changed his question.

"Why did you feel the need to determine where the Golden Snake Head was? Were you considering the possibility that someone might have extracted it? Does the fact that Princess Asara is being targeted have anything to do with this?"

"If one wanted to use the goshintai of Shimomiya to do evil, Asara is a necessity."

"What do you mean?"

Haruya was silent. After a few minutes, he glared at Chiaki with a rather grudging expression but he ultimately came down to a decision and said with great hesitation.

"It seems like you are the only one who can help me. I guess I have no choice. I also need one who is powerful enough to assist me. You can be trusted."

"Are you willing to tell me now?"

"I hope you listen carefully. This is a great secret that the generations of the Aso clan protect with their lives."

Haruya said with a strict expression.

"Previously, I told you that the goshintai placed as an offering in Shimomiya is the onryou of Kihachi who was beheaded by Takeiwatatsu-no-mikoto. Shimomiya's goshintai is in fact the head of Kihachi."

"The head of Kihachi? You mean the severed head is the goshintai...!"

"Yes. There is also a goshintai in Shimomiya at present but it is counterfeit. The real one, known as the 'true body' or the Shintai, was moved to Aso shrine a few thousand years ago. Due to its excessive grudge, the form of that severed head has changed to something reminiscent of the head of a snake, which is why it was named the Golden Snake Head. And this name inspired our ancestors to create all sorts of legends. The Yamanato no Orochi was one of them."

"...Why did the true body have to be transferred to the Aso shrine?"

"For the purpose of refuge it is said," Haruya replied indifferently. "Because there emerged a group of people who wanted to use Kihachi's head in a curse that would topple the country. To prevent evil doers from securing the severed head, it was transfered to the Aso shrine."

This was what was written in the Miike records. But in reality...

"In reality, the severed head was confiscated from the Miike family by the Aso family."

"Confiscated? Why?"

"The Miike family was under suspicion. In other words, the plot to topple the nation was not designed by an external party but by the members of the Miike family."

In the sixth year of the Jougan era, the year of the great volcanic eruption of Nakadake, the people believed that the natural disaster was caused by Kihachi's grudge. As the descendants of Mikenu-no-Mikoto, the Miike family had been assigned by the Aso family as supervisors for the volcanic crater since the old days. But this eruption incited a rumor claiming that it was a result of members of the Miike family using Kihachi's head. When they heard this rumor, the Aso family suspected the Miike family of plotting a rebellion, punished their reikami and ordered the head of Kihachi be moved out of Shimomiya.

"So which is the truth? Did the Miike family really not do it?"

"I do not know," Haruya replied. "But if it was really used, it would not have ended with just an eruption."

"You sound like you know what would've really happened."

"Kihachi's head can sink the entire island of Kyushu to the bottom of the sea."

Chiaki was taken aback; his back stiffened.

"This is the information passed down in the Miike family. The Aso family's act of confiscating the head of Kihachi was meant to control the Miike family. Regardless of whether there is any truth to the rumor, the Aso family will retaliate if we dare act blindly without thinking - that was the message of the Aso family. As the descendants of Takeiwatatsu-no-Mikoto, the Aso family took away the independence of the Miike family, who are the descendants of Mikenu-no-Mikoto, and put us under their supervision."

"Supervision... Why?"

"Because the Miike family are dangerous people. Not because the Miike family are the descendants of Mikenu-no-Mikoto."

Or rather, because the Miike family are the descendants of Asara.

"...What about this Princess Asara? Is Kihachi's head really so dangerous?"

"Kihachi's soul was sealed inside the Shintai and Asara is necessary to release Kihachi. She is the only person who can communicate with Kihachi and the only person who can set Kihachi free. In other words, Asara is the only key that can resurrect Kihachi's onryou."

Furthermore, Asara herself would definitely be born into the Miike family. It was said that one of the members of the Miike family was the reincarnation of Princess Asara.

Hokage had that ability. The strange occurrences that occurred during the Hi-taki no Shinji further emphasized the connection between Hokage and Kihachi. This proved that she was Asara in her previous life.

"So, if someone wants Asara, that would mean someone wants to use Kihachi's head right? And exploit Kihachi's power..."

"I suppose so. There is no other reason I can think of."

"Miike-san, you..." Chiaki's eyes flickered. "It seems like you have a rough idea of who is targeting Asara. You know of someone who wants to use Kihachi to do evil, which is why you have hidden Hokage, am I right?"

No one but the Miike family knew about Asara and the goshintai of Shimomiya. As for the information that Kihachi's soul was sealed in the Shintai, apart from the reikami and a few attendants, no one else should be aware of this matter. Haruya's attendant had passed away seven years ago so Haruya himself ought to be the only one with this knowledge.

"If information was divulged, who could have done it? And where did he get wind of this?"

"I have a hunch," Haruya answered calmly. "If there was one person besides myself who knew about this, it would be my uncle, Katsuya."

"Katsuya?"

Haruya nodded.

"He was my father's younger brother and the older brother of Tetsuya's foster father, Tatsuya. Over 60 years ago, he severed all ties with the Miike family... He took after his mother's family name, Ikeda."

"Ikeda Katsuya..."

"I was told Uncle had rebelled fiercely against the Miike family when he was young. He opposed everyone, including the reikami, broke off all relations and left home as a result. It seemed like when Uncle was young, he felt restricted by the stringent rules and traditions that have practiced since the ancient times. I heard that at one point, Uncle had even been influenced by the socialist movement and joined an underground communist party of some sort. Then the war broke out and I have no idea what happened during that period. After the war ended, Uncle established his own religion and called it the Fire sect."

"!" Chiaki thought he had heard wrong. "The Fire sect!"

"Yes. A new religion which regards Takeiwatatsu-no-Mikoto as its main deity. But that is just what you see on the surface, the one they worship is... the goshintai of Fire. And that is..." Haruya's eyes grew sharp. "Kihachi-houshi. That is, the one that we, the Miike family, worship as Kihachi-sama."

"What... did you say?"

"But Kihachi is treated as a secret deity so I am not sure how much of the truth has been revealed to the ordinary follower. Perhaps the members of the Fire sect are similar to those underground Catholics in their final years where nearly all of their followers worshipped an idol they never fully understood. But Uncle had one primary ambition, which was his sole motivation for setting up the Fire sect."

"Ambition? What, to use Kihachi to rule the country?"

"The Fire sect could be considered as a branching religious organization of the Miike."

"...."

"But Uncle's motive, if my guess is not wrong... I suppose they, meaning the people who are operating for the sake Kihachi, ought to be known as the 'purer Miike.'"

"And this... so-called purer Miike is?"

Haruya was silent. It seemed like he could not go on any further. Right at the moment when just a little more information could have allowed him to seize the crux of situation, Haruya said no more. Chiaki spoke in a low voice.

"I get it. Speaking of the Fire sect, a few days ago, several of their young followers went missing. Moreover, Ikeda Katsuya died not long before those incidents happened. Do you think this has anything to do with the letter of threat?"

"It is not possible for them to be related," Haruya replied indifferently. "I fear those young followers may have decided to act to fulfill Uncle's will now that he is dead."

"They want to undo the seal on Kihachi's head?"

"Correct."

"For what purpose?"

Haruya was silent again. Whenever this question was raised, Haruya would not reply. It seemed like this was a serious situation. Chiaki changed the question again.

"Do you know that the followers who went missing have the ability to fly? Do you know how that's possible?"

"I know of an incantation that creates this sort of ability."

"Oh?"

"It is called the 'bird technique,' an extremely confidential incantation handed down through the generations of reikami of the Miike family. To be more accurate, it is more of a technique based on the awakening of a latent ability rather than something that is created. The incantation is such that it generates a response in those who have the same type of blood as Asara did. The purer the blood, the greater the chance of having such a reaction. The Miike family have numerous types of incantations that can awaken hidden abilities in Asara's blood as well as crystalize Aso's lava, which is said to possess divine might."

He was referring to the luminous flame stone, the object which the followers of the Fire sect used.

"However to implement these incantations, one would need the blessed goshinka of the Miike family."

"If that's the case..." Chiaki leaned forward. "Did Ikeda Tatsuya rob the Miike family of their holy fire and the secrets that only the reikami ought to know of? Did he steal it from you?"

"Not from me."

Haruya had a pained expression on his face.

"It was... from my younger brother."

"Your younger brother?"

"I was not the reikami in the beginning, my younger brother was."

Haruya's younger brother was Miike Hideya. Tetsuya's father.

"Hideya-san passed away when Tetsuya was really young..."

"Yes. My younger brother had a sudden death nine years ago. At that time, I was living in Tokyo and was abruptly called back to succeed him as the new reikami."

Haruya had become rather gloomy.

"The cause of death for my younger brother was reported as an accident for the official statement. However, the truth was that his death was very suspicious."

"His death was suspicious? Could it be that...!"

"There is high possibility that he was murdered."

Chiaki gasped.

"Don't tell me Ikeda Tatsuya..."

All of a sudden, Haruya sensed the presence of another and looked up with a sharp eye. Chiaki remained silent. After scrutinizing the surrounding atmosphere for while, Haruya stated loudly,

"Tetsuya, if you are there, come in."

The beige door opened and Tetsuya entered the room. His face was very pale. It seemed like he had overheard the entire conversation. But Haruya was rather calm.

"Tetsuya, I told you to return. Why are you still here?"

Tetsuya looked at Haruya with dismay.

"I have already told you, we will deal with this matter from here onwards. There is no need for you to continue to involve yourself. Go back. Are you going to disobey an order from the reikami?"

Tetsuya's shoulders trembled with hesitation.

"I will not... just let things go on as they are."

He did everything in his power to force his voice out of his throat.

"Hokage is not your thing! I won't let you Miike do as you please! Never!"

Tetsuya shouted in an explosive manner and ran out of the room. Chiaki's face reflected this troubled turn of events but Haruya had a calm expression from start to finish as he observed Tetsuya.

"Tetsuya is very much like how I used to be," Haruya noted unexpectedly.

"Miike-san."

"I was exactly like that when I was young. I rebelled against the wishes of the family, refused to be the reikami, left home and went to Tokyo. If my younger brother had not died, I probably would never have set foot through that entrance for the rest of my life."

Naturally, Tetsuya should have inherited the position of reikami after his father but as he was too young, his relatives summoned Haruya back from Tokyo. If not for the mysterious circumstances surrounding his younger brother's death, Haruya would have never responded.

"Uncle Katsuya was the same as I was. But why would he want to establish a religion similar with that of the Miike family which he rebelled against?"

What change of heart did he have during the Choukaku battle?

"We shall go to Hokage," Haruya decided. "Even if the other party has the head of Kihachi, there is nothing they can do without Asara. We should go to Asara's side."

Haruya said to Chiaki, "Please assist me."

Was he talking about protecting Asara? Or was he talking about not handing Asara over? Whatever it was, they had to go to where Hokage was.

"Where is Hokage now?"

Hearing Chiaki's question, Haruya clearly replied.

"Takachiho. Hokage is now at Takachiho."


***


It was now late night. The drizzle of snow which was initially mingled with rain water had changed to pure snowfall. The road among the mountains was impossible to navigate by car because of the snow, especially when their vehicle had no tire chains. Going by the map, the national highway 325 had a shortcut that ran from Aso directly to Takachiho but that road was narrow and had too many bends thus it seemed like the faster alternative was to set off from the 265 line towards Soyoumachi. The roads on the 265 line were much wider, making it an easier drive.

The city of Takachiho in the Miyazaki prefecture was famous as it was the place where the grandson of the sun goddess descended to earth in Japanese mythology.

Additionally, Takachiho also had its own Kihachi myth, the story of how Kihachi was expelled by Mikenu-no-Mikoto, which was slightly different from the Aso version. Of course, this was also important to the Miike family who were the descendants of Mikenu-no-Mikoto. Takachiho's reputation rested on the legendary Ama-no-Iwato shrine, the most important of the several ancient shrines in the area. Among them was also the Takachiho shrine where rituals were performed for Mikenu-no-Mikoto.

"Is Takachiho's Kihachi the same as Aso's Kihachi? Or are they two different beings?"

"Are they the same... I suppose they can be considered to be the same."

"?"

"Although Kihachi was a person who really existed, in the legends, he is often treated as a symbol for a functional object. He is often regarded as the personification of an object."

"So Kihachi symbolizes a kind of object?"

"You can think of it in that way."

Chiaki looked at Haruya in surprise via the rearview mirror.

Could it be that...

Some kind of possibility had come to his mind about this mythical Kihachi whose existence lingered in the periphery of Aso. The words "personification" and "symbol" appeared to lead Chiaki one step closer to deciphering the true identity of Kihachi, who was banished by either Takeiwatatsu-no-Mikoto or Mikenu-no-Mikoto in the legends.

Could it be that this so-called Kihachi thing is...

Their car entered Takachiho city. Chiaki drove on according to the directions given by Haruya and before he knew it he had come to the upper region of the Takachiho ravine. This place was lined by a towering rock valley. The Ama-no-Iwato shrine in the short distance was considered to be the legendary "Heavenly Rock Cave" where Amaterasu was sealed in as a goshintai. As prayers were carried out on the opposite bank of the mass of water, there was no main shrine but a strangely-shaped temple. The place was like a page straight out of the annals of Japanese mythology brought into actual existence on this stretch of land. Asara - namely, Hokage, had been concealed here for a year.

"Takachiho can be regarded as the place of our origin. There are still families here with deep ties to the Miike family that date back to the ancient times. Hokage was left under their care."

"So you hid her to prevent the followers of the Fire sect from laying their hands on her?"

"We noticed that ever since the Hi-taki no Shinji, Asara's power in Hokage has continuously increased."

Haruya explained. He was behind the driver's seat in the vehicle.

"As a fire shrine maiden, Asara has special abilities. Hokage became aware of her capacity as a shrine maiden ever since the first Hi-taki no Shinji where she received a 'response' from Kihachi-sama. Her ability was so strong that we decided a year ago to hide her in an uninhabited place."

"So that Ikeda Katsuya wouldn't know, right?"

"..."

Tetsuya was listening to their conversation with a terrified expression.

"It is as you say."

"Was he the one who sent the letter of threat?" Tetsuya prudently asked. "Sensei, do you also think he's the culprit?"

"No idea... Well we don't know if he was the direct culprit."

To say the least, the Fire sect was the one who had leaked the secret.
From knowing that Shimozura Rairyuu had kidnapped Inaba Akemi, the testimonies of multiple eyewitnesses (that the one who had attacked Takaya also took away Akemi) and the information from Kaizaki Makoto (that the one who had attacked Takaya was Shimozura Rairyuu), he could now understand the situation better. The Ikkoushuu have joined forces with the Fire sect and were responsible for attacking Takaya. But it was strange that the people who had stopped Rairyuu were also from the Fire sect. Was there some unresolved internal strife between them?

Chiaki also knew that being a part of the anti-Oda alliance, the Ikkoushuu and Akechi Mitsuhide were allies, and Mitsuhide was affiliated with the Shimazu. The Shimazu were enemies of the Ootomo. The people at Kojou high were the Ootomo.

He did not know if the Fire sect had learned of the whereabouts of the Golden Snake Head. Even Haruya could not figure out that the Golden Snake Head was under Kojou High without depending on the secret documents of the Aso family.

Then how did the Ootomo learn about the Golden Snake Head? He had heard that an Aso lord (either Koretoyo, Koremasa or Koremitsu) who was resurrected as an onshou had offered himself to the Ootomo. This could explain how the Ootomo knew about it. If that was the case, the Ootomo were probably unaware that the Golden Snake Head was the head of Kihachi, much less the fact that Asara was required for it to be useful.
Although both parties were after the same object, each side was still missing one important piece of information. The situation was better than he anticipated.

"Basically, we have to first rescue Inaba. Can't let her kidnappers have that satisfaction of victory."

"Sensei, who are you really?" Tetsuya hissed in a threatening manner. "Who are you to ask so much information from the reikami? I still find you really suspicious. First Ougi and then all that complicated crap, all I know is that the moment you came here, things just got worse."

Oh dear...

Tetsuya was now attacking him, startling Chiaki a little.

"Before poking into other people's affairs, first state your own true identity! Why did you infiltrate this school!"

"Be quiet, Tetsuya."

Haruya silenced him. Tetsuya was shocked and his back stiffened.

"If you are only going to be a noisy hindrance, you should return. If you want to see Hokage, just follow along quietly."

"Uncle..."

"You are not allowed to talk back. And you are not allowed to give your teacher trouble."

Tetsuya could not disobey Haruya despite his rebellious attitude. Haruya's sternness was probably part of his dignity as the reikami though he was still needlessly cold towards Tetsuya.

--Tetsuya's father might have been murdered by Ikeda Katsuya...

This had always been kept as a secret from Tetsuya and Hokage. Were the Miike family members cold to Tetsuya in order to preserve this secret or was it that they considered this topic taboo? Or perhaps it was another way of showing sympathy?

"There is an alley in front of the building to your right, we can alight there. Drive until you see the torii."

Chiaki stopped the vehicle at where Haruya instructed. They had to walk from here on. The three of them held one large torchlight each and got out of the car.

"Follow me."

Haruya said to them, walking towards the mountain path that led through the dense, green forest. Chiaki and Tetsuya followed behind closely.

They had to walk quite a distance. The mountain path had not the slightest bit of lighting. Even if one was not likely to get lost because it was one-way, this path was really not the easiest to navigate at midnight. After walking a little further, they finally saw a faint light ahead. It came from a house. It was an ancient wooden dwelling that stood rather lonesomely in a wide space. There were two sections altogether and the smaller section was an ancient shrine.

"This is... Shimomiya," Tetsuya whispered when he saw the horizontal board hung in front. "Why is there a frost shrine in this place?"

Haruya walked towards the house. A middle-aged woman came out. She had probably received word prior to their arrival. She addressed Haruya as "reikami" and respectfully told him that they had been waiting for them. Then she noticed Tetsuya.

"This is my nephew, Tetsuya. My younger brother's son."

"Younger brother... then he is Hideya-sama's...!"

The woman bowed towards Tetsuya in a deferential manner. Perhaps this gesture conveyed her condolences. Haruya addressed the woman as "family guardian."

"Where is Asara now?"

"She has headed up to perform the mikagura."

Haruya muttered, "Really." He glanced upwards then lowered his voice.

"Has it been made ready?"

"I have sent word to fetch it. When the resident sect guardian returns from the mountains, it will be ready."

"I understand," replied Haruya before urging the others up the path into the shrine. Chiaki and Tetsuya followed him. After about ten minutes of walking, they heard the ring of a bell from the darkness.

"That sound..."

That was the sound of the bell often used in a shrine maiden dance. Before long, a faint radiance appeared in front of them.

It was a cave. There was a great opening into a cavern at the side of the mountain and the radiance came directly from the lights inside the cave. Haruya went in. The light from the burning candles they were holding threw their shadows against the surface of the rock as huge inverted shapes.

When they reached the innermost section, Chiaki's and Tetsuya's eyes widened. A shrine maiden, dressed in complete white, was dancing alone in front of an altar.
The clear rings of the bell echoed throughout the entire cave.
She was a beautiful maiden.
There was an air about her that made one felt like she was not from this world, that her entranced eyes were gazing at some faraway object. Her figure was illuminated with a swaying blaze, making her even more mysterious.

The shrine maiden would not notice them until the dance ended. So the three of them watched her until she finished her dance. Chiaki could not help but be enthralled by her and Tetsuya stood rooted to the ground with his mouth agape.
Before long, the shrine maiden ended her night dance. It was said that every night she would come to this place and dance. The shrine maiden calmly turned around to look at them. Not a single strand of her lustrous, fine black hair was out of place after the dance.

Tetsuya called her name in a hoarse voice.

"Hokage..."

Suddenly, the shrine maiden's expression changed. Chiaki was completely surprised by this. It seemed like her mask was taken off within that few seconds, changing her face as she recovered from her entranced state. She was now merely an ordinary girl standing there. Hokage saw the three of them and was alarmed.

"Tetsu... Why are you here!"

Then she realized Haruya's presence and addressed him as "reikami" in a small voice. But that cute face gradually contorted as tears streamed out of her eyes.

"R-Reikami, please save me!"

Hokage cried out like a child. Chiaki saw that a deep sadness was etched on Haruya's face.

"Please save me...! I'm already at my limit! I.. I... If I go on like this, I will be consumed by Asara!"

Tetsuya stared at her in shock.

"Hokage--..."


Original fiction © Kuwabara Mizuna.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Book 17 Chapter 19 凍える神のもとへ

From Chinese translations by Hinako.

Draft: Version 1 - final
Notes: 体舍流 Taisha ryuu
PS: do not distribute this without permission



The darkness of night in Aso seemed to have the unusual ability to warp every spirit. Murderous intent and desperate prayers surged through fervidly like hot lava, slowly smothering the great earth of deep winter. The snow had disappeared unnoticed.

Kaizaki Makoto ran through the dark forest. The water snake was still operative; it was his guide to Takaya's whereabouts. The water snake vigorously twisted and turned its body of fresh water as it flew ahead, followed closely by Kaizaki. Although his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he still could not see very far ahead and had stumbled over the roots of the trees several times.

He will not believe it.

Kaizaki had no confidence in his assertion.
Their time of honesty had stopped on that day two years ago, the moment the bullet went through Naoe's chest. Thereafter, as a result of the words and mannerisms of a 'fake,' Takaya believed Naoe's abandonment to be a lost of his attachment to Kagetora. Takaya had no evidence to overturn this belief.

For the past two years, Naoe could not convey 'his own' predicament to him. Although they had spoken on that one night at Chigasaki, outside the closed doors of Kumamoto castle, he did not believe that their meeting then was significant enough to counter Kousaka's slander. All Kaizaki could convey to Takaya were vague and powerless words, nothing more. No matter what he said, all of it was the mere words of a total stranger known as Kaizaki Makoto. He knew this himself; in Takaya's eyes, Kaizaki Makoto was just a mysterious man in the guise of a herald who bewitched others with unfathomable words.

Naoe had assumed the identity of Kaizaki in order to complete a mission and a necessity. If he could irresponsibly rid himself of what he had been entrusted with, the situation would be much simpler. However, he could not do that. This was how Naoe and Kagetora had lived for the past 400 years. But Naoe did not wish to use this as an excuse. He was always one to seize the situation from the best vantage point; he always took active measures.

Yet Naoe still felt that he had been careless. The Anti-Oda alliance was serious about roping in Kagetora and they were not about to give up despite failing to do so at Hagi. Within a short space of time, the might of the Oda had increased tremendously, furthermore his own movements had been discovered by the Takeda. There was no way the high-ranking officers of the Anti-Oda alliance were going to regard this as a matter of little crisis. If Naoe could manage this situation, he should be able to prevent a disaster from happening. He had experienced a bad premonition when he saw Takaya and Chiaki at Kojou High but regardless of his regrets, it was too late now.

I should have made both of them leave Kumamoto, by force if necessary.

Betrayed by Naoe--
It was not surprising that Takaya believed this. Two years ago, he had abused Takaya with his words and actions of exhaustion and self-abandon. With his failing powers and sight, all that was visible then had been the end. Naoe had confessed that he 'wanted this to end,' and Takaya had heard it.

As Kaizaki Makoto, he could not connect with Takaya. Regardless of what he said, Takaya would not consider it as Naoe's words, instead he would be confused by it or merely regard it as a temporary consolation.

No matter how much the imposters struggle, neither could convey anything to the other party.

Kagetora and Naoe were not even standing on the same earth at this moment. If he had his own physical body instead of Kaizaki Makoto's appearance - if he could communicate with him as the true Naoe Nobutsuna, Takaya would then awaken from the 'nightmare' he had created, return to the reality of the world and their genuine connection would end the long frozen period of time between them. However, everything had yet to start. Time for both of them remained as still as before and this stagnancy had a disquieting effect. If this continued, they would eventually drown in a swamp of falsehood, marred by confusion until death came from suffocation. Their ability to break away depended on the strength of their own resolve.

They were in the process of refining that resolve.
In short, Naoe had to hurry to Takaya's side. Although he was not convinced that Takaya had allied himself the Takeda as Kousaka had indicated, he could not just leave him to the enemy. Naoe had to act to prevent Takaya from being exploited. That was the truth. But there was an even more important reason in Naoe's heart. A reason only he and Irobe knew.

Kagetora-sama...!

Naoe continued into the forest. As the night deepened, the temperatures began to drop substantially. He was very worried about Takaya's body.

Fuuma Kotarou was currently 'Naoe' to Takaya. If Kotarou was part of the Anti-Oda alliance, he should be Kousaka's ally. He ought to have abandoned his hyouza by now. But even if Naoe did find Takaya, considering his current appearance, how was he to explain himself to him? This would go beyond Takaya's expectations. Furthermore, even if Takaya were to find out that Kousaka's words were lies, he would still learn of Naoe's position one day - the fact that he had become the general of the new Uesugi. What was he to do then?

Nevertheless, future matters were of no concern to him right now, Takaya's safety was his first priority.

Takaya-san...

Naoe ran nonstop, breathing heavily. His black hair was in a mess and his overcoat was stained with mud. He descended a slope, brushing aside the branches as he proceeded.

Please be safe.

Suddenly, the water snake jolted back sensing an unusual scent. Naoe also perceived the smell of blood. Something was approaching from the darkness. He saw a figure of a man emerging from the depths of the beech woods. Naoe raised his guard. The man appeared somewhat strange however. Was he injured? Despite moving steadily one step at a time, he was trembling and breathing strenuously in his slow approach. He was covered in blood from head to toe, so much that it made one think of him as an injured beast. His entire body emanated a strong aura of death. Naoe gathered his reserve energy but once the other man's face came into clear view, he gasped in shock.

"You..."

The one dragging his blood-stained body along was Fuuma Kotarou. It was a tragic sight. He was bleeding most severely from his right wrist and his hand was notably missing. Judging from the measures taken on his elbow to stop the bleeding, had his right hand been severed? Kotarou's black hair was in a tangled mess, his face a ghostly ashen hue due to the loss of blood. However his eyes were flaming, glistening with an exceptional radiance. He must have an astounding amount of steadfastness to not collapse despite sustaining such heavy injuries. Kotarou had reached this place after cutting down the Shimazu soldiers till not one remained alive.

Naoe momentarily forgot to make his presence known. He had never seen Kotarou with such an astonishing air around him. Kotarou suddenly widened his eyes, sensing Naoe's presence.

The enemy...!

Kotarou prepared himself. Before him stood Naoe, the alleged descendant of the Kaizaki. Naoe only looked startled.

"Why are you---..."

There was no immediate response in Kotarou's brain. He did not recognize the other as Kaizaki. Only by reflex action did he grip the Arashizanmaru again in his left hand, bellowing in a voice full of savage spirit.

"Are you... another one of the Shimazu's soldiers...!"

Kotarou glared at him with ferocious eyes, veiled by a blood-sodden fringe, like a wild dog.

"Step aside! If you dare hinder me, I will kill you as well!"

Naoe stared at him. "Did you say... Shimazu?"

When he heard the question, Kotarou's eyebrows twitched and his vision seemed to sharpen unexpectedly. Then he saw the man in front of him clearly. He had seen him before.

"You are..."

Kotarou remembered. Although they had never met face to face, Kotarou remembered his appearance from the photo. He was Kaizaki Makoto, a descendant of the Satomi, Yoshitaka's valuable assistant and the man who helped to implement the 'Way to the Underworld.' He had also heard from Takaya that Kaizaki had come to Kumamoto and was working together with the Ootomo. He was the man whose thoughts and feelings were indecipherable. He was the one who had allowed Takaya to escape in Chigasaki and the one with a style of handwriting extremely similar to Naoe's. Ever since then, Kaizaki always had a strange effect on Takaya.

"Did you fight against the Shimazu?" Kaizaki asked. "Are your wounds a result of that fight? What are you doing here? Telling me not to hinder you... Where do you intend to go?"

Kotarou did not reply, he looked at Kaizaki with renewed caution. Naoe came to a sudden realization and pressed on with his questions.

"When you said the Shimazu, are you referring to the soldiers of Takamori castle? They should have joined the Anti-Oda alliance, Kotarou, you should be their ally. Why would you fight against the Shimazu?"

Wh..at..!

Hearing the way Kaizaki articulated his lines, Kotarou had an unusual reaction. These words touched Kotarou's ears in a curious way.
This was definitely the first time Kotarou heard Kaizaki speak but he soon understood the reason for this bizarre feeling. Kaizaki's eloquence was exceedingly similar to the manner of speaking he was striving to imitate. No, what he had just heard was exactly identical to the verbal mannerisms he had wholeheartedly tried to achieve all this while by racking his brains for the answer. Kotarou was startled and could not help but doubt his ears. It was not just his manner of speaking, that unique way of wrinkling his brows when he questioned him...

"Where have you taken Takaya-san?"

"...!"

"You have colluded with Kousaka and deceived him right. You people are truly despicable to go so far as to take advantage of his self-hypnotism. However, he will never return to the Hojo even if you mislead him!"

Kotarou found it unbelievable. No, he felt, "How could this stupid matter be so," and could not stop shaking his head. It seemed like Kaizaki took this to mean something else.

"You are aware of this, aren't you? It is not possible for you to have been uninformed of the Takeda's strategy. Where is Kagetora-sama? No, going by your appearance, you probably didn't see him. Who took him away?"

That is... right...

Kotarou was stunned.

This is Naoe!

This was the Naoe Nobutsuna who should have died. His gestures, speaking tone, facial expressions... Kotarou knew them. He was a ninja among ninjas and one who who had made his mark in history with the ability to familiarize himself with the most minute details of a person's character. Additionally, he possessed the rare skill of perfect imitation. His eyes could see through everything, leaving nothing to be desired. The person Kotarou had spared no effort in his desperate attempt to become was now standing before him. In his ears, the man's speaking pattern was a close and perfect match with his target ideal. Indeed, apart from this, there was nothing more that he could want...!

"Naoe... Nobutsuna...!"

Upon hearing the other shout this name, the man widened his eyes in shock.

"You are still alive? Were you not purified...!"

Naoe was stunned that he had managed to figure this out. In Kousaka's case, he had spiritual examination abilities that gave him a perceptive advantage but Kotarou should not have been able to see through it. Kotarou certainly did not have the ability to determine the presence of a spiritual synchronization but rather than going by intuition he had used the exceptional acuteness of his five senses to discern this. As the top ninja in the country, his eyes and ears, physically trained to their maximum potential, had completely seen through Naoe.

A ninja's eyes...

Naoe felt cold sweat run down his back. The so-called ninja was in reality a terrifying race of people. Naoe believed he was up against such a person; he felt fear of Kotarou. But Kotarou's expression was even more unusual than before. He had turned pale and stiffened after calling out Naoe's name. He was in enormous shock.

"Why are you... still alive---..." His voice was shaking. "You should have been purified! You should no longer be on this earth! Why, why are you now...!"

Kotarou could not restrain the intense emotions boiling up in his chest. Eventually, he yelled with a contortion of emotions on his face,

"Why are you in this place---!"


Whose voice is this....!

A man in the depths of the forest heard this yelling. Kikkawa Motoharu had come from the wreckage of the cabins destroyed by the eruptions of volcanic gas to this place in his pursuit of Takaya.

Who is over there...!

Motoharu ran ahead. He had not found Takaya or Kiyomasa. The Birds of the Fire sect sent after them had been obstructed by Kiyomasa who had apparently engaged them in decisive combat but Motoharu had no information as to the result of that confrontation. Motoharu had continued to chase after Takaya who had taken that opportunity to escape on his own.

He did not know where Takaya was. In order to find him, Motoharu had wandered in the woods for more than an hour. However Aso's forest was too vast; he could not find any trails whatsoever.

That was when Motoharu heard Kotarou's voice.
He sensed some kind of dangerous atmosphere and as a precaution, he took out the pistol he carried and sprinted towards the origin of the shouts. He clambered up a slope, made slippery by the frost, moved the shrubs aside and came to a somewhat open space. And there Motoharu saw it - the confrontation between the two men.

That is...!

Wasn't that Fuuma Kotarou? Motoharu remembered. Although he no longer had that long bundle of hair running down his back, he was indeed Kotarou. But he had never seen the other man before.
Motoharu found Kotarou's presence in this place strange. What exactly happened which resulted in his many bodily injuries? Wasn't he supposed to be collaborating with Rairen of the Ikkoushuu? And who was the other man?

Right...! Kotarou is the one Kagetora sees as 'Naoe.'

Rairen had already been informed of Kousaka's plan. Of all places, Kotarou was the one man who should not be here at all.

Kotarou's face was pale, his jaw was trembling slightly as he stared intently at the other man - Kaizaki. Kaizaki - Naoe did not refute Kotarou's words but maintained his silence.

"Why do you have that appearance..." Kotarou asked in a restrained voice. "You are Kaizaki Makoto... What is your intention? Why did you not immediately reveal your true identity? In addition to hiding your identity, why are you using that false name, Naoe Nobutsuna!"

Naoe...!

Motoharu did not hear wrong.

Did he just say Naoe Nobutsuna!

"When did you start using this false guise? All of the Yashashuu do not know that you still live, what is the meaning of this!"

Naoe was silent. Kotarou suddenly felt bewildered as his extremely sharp mind had already analyzed the significance of Naoe's pretense as Kaizaki Makoto. Naoe only looked at Kotarou with bitterness. Motoharu held his breath as he listened to their conversation in the shade of the forest.

Could he be...

Motoharu widened his eyes as he looked at the man in the black overcoat.

Could he be Naoe? But wasn't he purified...!

Was Naoe still on this earth!

"Answer me, Naoe Nobutsuna!" Kotarou shouted in a hoarse voice.

Naoe wanted to feign calmness but the veins near his temples had become more pronounced, giving himself away. He felt that he could not hide himself from this man and steeled his nerve.

"I can ask the same of you. You wish to find Kagetora-sama, right? What do you intend to do?"

"Save him."

"Save him?"

Motoharu thought he had heard him wrongly. He shifted his attention to Kotarou in shock. Kotarou replied with a look of extreme distress.

"This is as it should be. I am his right-hand man, isn't it only natural that I should rescue him from being held captive by the enemy?"

Kotarou...!

Motoharu was startled. Did this mean Kotarou had betrayed them? What on earth was he planning to do? Was Kotarou still an ally...!
Naoe was speechless as well, immediately taken aback as he shared Motoharu's thoughts.

"I will never betray Kagetora-sama. I did no such thing, that is why I cannot quietly allow things to stand. I am 'Naoe.' He is waiting for me. It is only natural that I go save him, I will never betray him to the enemy!"

What is wrong with this man?

Naoe was astounded. Kotarou was showing an expression which Naoe had never seen before, a face which looked at Naoe with a deep feeling of regret. He continued,

"That's right, that is the expression..."

Kotarou had always been seeking for that expression. Yet why did Naoe express it so perfectly? Because Naoe was Naoe himself so this was a logical outcome. But Kotarou was extremely unwilling to resign himself to defeat, perhaps an indication of Kotarou's excellent diligence. Seeing how Naoe could so effortlessly, so perfectly and so properly express that which he had been seeking, Kotarou strangely felt envious of him. That was how it was. Kotarou thought, squinting his eyes painfully.

And in this way... you have surpassed me.

Kotarou admitted to himself that he had developed an inferiority complex to Naoe. His facial expression was very serene, a complete opposite to the agitation in his heart.

"I know this because I have been thinking about your character for the past two years. You wish to go to him as well right? That is why you are here in this secluded place in the mountains. However, Naoe, I cannot let you go. Because I have seen you."

Kotarou said, smiling all of a sudden.

"Because he is waiting for me. The only one who can put him at ease is the Naoe that I am. Even if you go, it will not be of any use. If I do not go, he will die."

Noting Naoe's stiffening expression, Kotarou felt a little superior. Although he loathed himself for behaving in this way, his lips could not stop.

"Do you understand? Naoe. You are not needed anymore, no longer of any use. I have been with Kagetora-sama for the past two years and he has been satisfied with me. Contrary to your expectations, Kagetora-sama has never yearned for you."

"Wha...!"

"Because I am Naoe, that is why it is enough. Or should I say, it is better that you are not Naoe. I have understood how to put him at ease. The Naoe that I am would never betray Kagetora-sama...!"

This man...!

Naoe's face had completely stiffened as Kotarou had discerned Kenshin's part in this matter.

"If I were you, I would never have left Kagetora-sama. He does not hope for such a thing thus I will never leave him. If I had to choose between Kenshin and Kagetora-sama, I will definitely choose Kagetora-sama. This is how 'Naoe' should be!"

Naoe could not say anything and so Kotarou relentlessly continued.

"Since the real one has chosen Kenshin, it does not mean I am not 'Naoe,' it means that you are no longer 'Naoe!'"

"!"

"There is no need for two 'Naoes.'" Kotarou declared in a low voice, raising his spiritual dagger in front of him. "Let me eliminate the fake."

"!"

Kotarou was one step faster than he had anticipated. The moment he finished speaking, he leaped forward to attack Naoe with an unexpected amount of remaining energy. Grasping the Arashizanmaru in his left hand, Kotarou struck at Naoe.

"Harrghh!"

Sparks broke out like friction between two metals. Naoe's Goshinha had warded off Kotarou's blow. Kotarou fell backwards as a result of the repelling force; Naoe too was thrown back against a tree from the impact.

"This time I will see that you die, Naoe!" Kotarou shouted as he stood up. "I will kill you!"

A murderous aura radiated from Kotarou's entire body as he charged towards him. Naoe bit his tongue in agitation; he could not allow himself to be killed in this place. The battle between the two 'Naoes' unfolded before Motoharu's eyes.

"Ohhh!"

Kotarou roared like a wolf and attacked. Naoe accumulated a mass of incantations and unleashed them all at once. Sparks from their violent interchange of strikes crackled in the air, leaving sharp scratches on the nearby roots of the trees. Naoe set one incantation on his right arm, creating a shield. However, Kotarou's attacks were simply incredible. He slashed at Naoe mercilessly, the might of his spiritual dagger much greater than before, having absorbed the blood of the Shimazu. Naoe's incantation shield burst and his skin was lacerated. That weapon moved like a sickle.

"Ch!"

As blood spurted out, Naoe retreated several paces, unable to withstand his attack.

So strong...!

"You are no longer Naoe!"

Devilish in his violent and savage intent, Kotarou growled in a hoarse voice.

"A person like you should just disappear again!"

His spiritual dagger whirred, extending to the length of a broadsword as it was thrust at Naoe with amazing force. Despite recreating his shield to parry the blow, it was instantly reduced to dust by the sheer power of the sword...!

What you said was wrong!

Naoe gritted his teeth and fought bravely. What Kagetora sought for was not a 'Naoe catered to one's own fancies.' Even if Kagetora harbored this sentiment, there was no doubt that he had endured Naoe's scream behind him; what he was waiting for should be 'Naoe's truth.' Naoe deeply believed this was so. With eyes that had commanded him to 'cry out,' the object of Kagetora's unceasing pursuit existed only in Naoe's bosom, that was all there is to it...!

Don't be mistaken!

Like the crash of a ferocious wave, Naoe bellowed.

"The one who should disappear is you, you fake...!"

There was a flash in Naoe's hand and a sword appeared. This spiritual sword, acknowledged as the 'Murasame' by Kaizaki, emanated a radiance similar to the blade of Bishamonten. Naoe immediately steadied the Murasame and slashed at Kotarou!

"Ohhh---!"

In an instant, an intense light covered the forest as though night had turned to day. The blades of the Murasame and Arashizanmaru had clashed against each other. The point of their contact provoked a violent whirlwind but neither Kotarou nor Naoe backed down from the furor. Locked in position with their teeth clenched, they pushed their arm guard against each other in a contest of strength, eyes boring into their opponent at a close distance. A tremendous amount of energy ran through the earth; the trees were moaning from the excessive exchange of power so much that even the water snake was drawn into the fray, disappearing into the chaos.

Motoharu also had to shield his body as he desperately tried to keep the situation between the two men in view despite the glare of the radiance. A ferocious energy enveloped the surroundings with a thundering roar.

"It would be best if you were no longer here! I will not let you go to Saburou-dono! The one who deserves to die is you, Naoe--!"

Kotarou yelled as though he wanted to tear his soul apart.

"You must never come back--!!!"

"!"

Naoe felt a certain fracture in his chest, an extreme pain momentarily ran through his entire body. Kotarou's fierce spirit had crushed Kaizaki's ribs...!

"Ch..Ah..!"

Kotarou seized this opportunity to deal the final blow but Naoe reflexively defended himself with an incantation at the moment of Kotarou's sudden approach. Kotarou pushed Naoe away almost as soon as the skin on the former's forehead split open, resulting in a spray of blood. Naoe tumbled over, hands outstretched to break his fall.

"Urg...Ah...!"

He was coughing up huge lumps of blood. It was at this moment that Naoe realized that something was different.

The synchronization...

The spiritual synchronization had been perturbed. He could not freely use his powers. Why did this problem crop up at such a time? No, someone must have disrupted it. But who? His four limbs were shaking. At this rate, he would not be able to move his body...!

Is it Kousaka!

"Die---!"

Naoe heard Kotarou's angry cry for the need to kill and despite trying to look back he could not even budge. His eyes remained fixed in that direction; everything was about to end here. The sword shrieked as it entered the flesh. Not a single groan could be heard as the weapon sliced through his abdomen. There was only the crude sound of his inner organs being dragged along with the blade before the sword was pulled out. The copious amount of blood released began to soak the ground.

"Urgh..."

A moan came from the depths of his throat before Kaizaki Makoto's physical body collapsed, never to stand again. Kotarou's shoulders were heaving up and down intensely, his widened eyes looking down at the defeated man.

Ignorantly.

Is it over...

"..."

Motoharu had witnessed the entirety of this duel to the death. His gaze slowly shifted from the man lying in a pool of blood to the victor, Kotarou. Black, disheveled hair covered his face, which was stained with dried patches of darkened blood.
Kotarou gazed at the dead man with hollow eyes.
He had killed Naoe Nobutsuna.
Suddenly his vision began to spin due to his own loss of blood but Kotarou forced himself to remain standing. He turned towards the depths of the forest with a blurred consciousness and stood there for a long time, seemingly without aim, still firmly grasping onto his sword in his left hand.
Motoharu did not move from the thicket as he observed Kotarou's every action.

I must go... Kotarou thought, slowly turning his body, as though he was being called by some unseen person. He took one step forward.

Kagetora-sama...

Please call my name...Call that one name which represents your acceptance of me.
Kotarou had never been one to believe in divinity but his current state of mind was almost religious in the way he thought of Kagetora.
Kotarou moved forward, step by step.
Towards Kagetora...

The gentle breeze paused quietly in the forest.
Motoharu made up his mind and slowly lifted the gun in his hand.
He aimed the muzzle of the gun at the target in the forest.
His finger latched onto the trigger.

Kotarou's skull was fractured by the bullet.
Blood streamed out of his forehead as his body toppled forward.

No need... for the fake...

The smoke from the gun spread into the darkness of the night.
Slowly, it disappeared.


***


The pure, white snowflakes silently covered the great earth.
The warriors from the other end of the clearing slowly approached the whitened figure. Had they, in the endless passage of time, always been hovering about in this way such that they could not even remember their own appearances in life? Or perhaps they had taken on these miserable forms due to overwhelming feelings of resentment? These crumbling skeletons looked over, hatred brimming in the sockets of their eyes.

They must have died rather miserably.
Takaya looked at them calmly, thinking of all the people he had exorcised.
He always felt that the powers he had were not for the purpose of punishing them nor was it to rescue them. It was an undertaking born out of his inability to save anyone.

Where was the object capable of saving the world?

Where have they gone now?

The departed spirits were crying, howling like wild animals. They drew their rusty blades, snarling with the intent to kill. They were true onryou, beings who could only appease their hatred in injuring other people. The spirits' armor clanged as they slowly approached Takaya.
Leaning against the bark of the tree, Takaya closed his eyes.
Belief in a faith as a way to salvation was no more than belief in a phantom born out of one's dependency. But if this thought gave one peace, it was fine. Some were like them, attached to a grudge that could not be cleansed in any other way than to further soil their own hands. But if they could acquire peace in this way, it was fine.
The onryou indifferent to emotion gathered, brandishing their large blades.
Takaya felt that this was the end. --If you may find peace in doing this, it is fine.

Other than this... there is no other way for me to save anyone...


Ohhhhh---!
The onryou bellowed as they charged as though set to take the head of the general, swinging down their blades on Takaya's head together. The awareness that his physical body about to be cleaved rocked his eardrums.

"..."

Takaya perceived something was amiss and opened his eyes. The large swords had not touched Takaya's body. More specifically, the soldiers on his right had been skewered by a thick branch. The other three seemed frozen, still holding their swords but without any sign of movement.

Wh...at...

A strange protective talisman had been pasted onto the onryou's backs without his knowing. There was a soft sound and then the onryou's bodies burst into flames. The warriors cried out in grief, their spiritual powers snatched away, struggling in the heat until they disappeared, leaving a black sand-like substance on the ground.

A man emerged from the trees.
He wore a military overcoat. Takaya had never seen him before.
The man who appeared on the other side of the drizzle of snowflakes was Akechi Mitsuhide.
Mitsuhide gazed at Takaya quietly for a while. He had joined the search after receiving word that Kotarou was missing and Takaya was on the run.

The snowflakes swirled in the air, delicately covering the tracks of the warriors. After a long silence, Mitsuhide slowly asked,

"Why didn't... you fight back?"

Takaya did not say a word as his face drooped to the side, giving one the impression of a dying beast. Mitsuhide observed Takaya's disposition with a quiet expression.

"This is no different from being a live sacrifice. You should still be able to use your powers."

"You meddle in other people's affairs..." The hoarse voice came out in a whisper. "Why did you interfere... I wouldn't mind if you didn't..."

"Do you wish to die?"

Takaya did not reply. There seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.

"Is it because you were abandoned?" Mitsuhide asked calmly. "Is it because of the shock of the betrayal?"

"He...," Takaya smiled. "He... is not that sort of a person."

"..."

"Betraying another to save his own life... he will never do that. He is also... not the sort of person to do such a thing."

"You don't believe Kousaka's words?"

"If he has betrayed me, then--" Takaya murmured, closing his eyes a little. "Then it's definitely because he longs to be free of me, desires it so much that he would pretend to be a despicable person by committing this act..."

"..."

Takaya calmly lifted his head; he spoke as if he was thinking aloud. "--I will... put you at ease..."

His exhausted tone of voice was so tranquil.

"If you are suffering that much, I shall...personally...set you free..."

Mitsuhide stared at him. Takaya's head was raised towards the heavens as if in a prayer.

I want to release you,
From the person that I am,
From this incurable weakness...

"Return your... freedom..."

With one final call of his name, Takaya slowly closed his lips. His eyes shut.
Mitsuhide gazed at Takaya quietly.

Uncontaminated by blood or death, it buried everything.
The pure, white bodies descending from the sky swayed down coldly into Aso's darkness.


Original fiction © Kuwabara Mizuna.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Book 17 Chapter 18 真実への闘争

From Chinese translations by Hinako.

Draft: Version 1 - final
Notes: 体舍流 Taisha ryuu
PS: do not distribute this without permission



I have always feared that person.
His words were occasionally cruel in content. I feared his words and felt like evading them. Perhaps this was the reason for the preemptive measures I took to protect myself, at times I even thought of revenge, thought of attacking that delicate timidness of his, which was why I was always growling with a cowardly and superficial front.

400 hundred years ago, despite building our lives on a conscientious master and servant relationship, a dark chasm already existed between us. Part of my heart was rebellious while the other felt fear. The reason being that he had died on the losing side of the Battle of Otate and had turned into an onryou out of his hatred of us. I was one of the commanders of the victorious side and thus felt a sense of guilt as one of his assailants. This also made me fear him.

As expected, he had his criticisms of me. In order to protect myself, I had prepared every single excuse available and even asserted my own brand of righteousness by saying that the war had been necessary, and his death, inevitable. However the more excuses I used, the more I felt that I was at fault. We were the ones who instigated the war. Had there been no other way to settle the dispute without killing him? Weren't we using the chaos of the Warring States era as an excuse because we were too lazy to look for an alternative route? Unknowingly, I began to feel that he had the right to blame me. I believed the malicious words he threw at me every now and then were his retaliations against me. I even felt that he had discovered my guilty conscience, my paralysis.

After several decades, although his grudge and attachment had weakened somewhat, the conscious awareness that I was the assailant remained buried deep in my heart, thus I could not eliminate my sense of caution around him.
This guardedness eventually injured him.

Over time, I gradually understood his personality. He could see through the character of other people. He had the ability to discern the way others protected themselves by cloaking their ego with calculated worldly logic; he could perceive the dark cunning of people's hearts and feelings of shame. I felt delighted whenever he exposed the true nature of other people's words and actions yet apprehensive at the thought that I might also be a target of his scrutiny.

I thought his harsh words were part of his vengeance against me, that despite the passing of many years, he would still continue to threaten me. I still believe this even after realizing that his vengeance was not personally directed at me but a redress against the people.

I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly exposed that several times I was too ashamed to show my face in public. I felt like I was always laid bare for him to laugh at. His poison could not be neutralized with an adult's perspective or a rebuff, one could only endure its intrusion and feverish outcome. There was no immunity to be had, the most I could do was put up a wall. For some reason, his words always seemed infallible. At least to me, his words always sounded logical.

I hated him. At the same time, I was deeply attracted by his way of living.
He was so adept at detecting another's trickery because he was just as cunning himself. He was sarcastic to protect himself.

He was always in fear. In knowing of his earnest attempts to fight against his weaknesses and deceit, I could not leave him. I sympathized with his predicament. Painful as it was, I still regarded his ever-strengthening self as the ideal, while feeling hatred and deep fascination with those eyes which saw through me and threatened me. Despite laughing at me in a sophisticated tone of ridicule, he would on occasion abruptly close his eyes and leaned towards me. How could I resist this cursed infatuation mingled with pain?
If we were to change our positions and standpoints, could we remove this 'fear'? I do not know. Our hostile origin might not disappear.
The root of my suffering was deeply implanted in my being.
Perhaps this was the reason why our relationship had become so twisted.
Perhaps we have to overcome our own natures.

***

Hydrogen sulfide was spurting out of the ground; it was a hellish sight. The fumes had a slight tinge of sulfur-yellow.
The wreckage of uprooted trees and destroyed cabins, which exposed the bare earth, was an appalling scene of devastation. Hot gray mud shot out with gurgling sounds, occasionally swelling into huge bubbles that burst open. The air was reek with the fumes of sulfur such that prolonged inhalation would become dangerous. The poisonous volcanic gas ought to have accumulated to a concentrated degree.

Kaizaki Makoto - no, perhaps he should be referred by the name of the person controlling this body. Naoe Nobutsuna glared at Kousaka standing on the other side of the fumes. The last time they confronted each other in a similar fashion was onboard a ship which was destroyed two years ago in the waters of Hiroshima. In that battle, one party had sustained a near fatal injury while the other was thought to have been purified. Naoe had not been purified. His story had yet to end. At Hagi, Naoe had been rescued by Kenshin. By Kenshin's power, his soul had acquired the strength to remain on this earth.

But his soul was not in Kaizaki Makoto. With his outstanding ability in spiritual examination, Kousaka had discovered that Naoe was using spiritual synchronization to remotely control Kaizaki Makoto. This so-called spiritual synchronization involved harmonizing one's spiritual wavelength with a target object, which in turn allowed the user to comfortably operate the physical body. The relationship between the two sides could be illustrated by the idea of a human robot. Naoe (the operator) accesses the information received via the five senses (tracking device) of Kaizaki (the human robot), makes a decision and sends a command to Kaizaki's motor nerves to make him move. By this method, Naoe could become Kaizaki himself. The only difference was that 'the human robot' was a genuine 'living being' in this case.
The way Takaya controlled the 'Sword Gohou Douji' and the reijuu was based on the same principle. Although these methods required skills of a very high level, it was exceptionally difficult if the target object were human.

"You surprise me. To think that you're using a technique that doesn't suit your character at all. But just who gave you that sort of power?"

Naoe's -- Kaizaki's eyes flitted upwards sharply. But Kousaka persisted with his ridicule, completely unaffected by it.

"Isn't that man a descendant of the Satomi? He's called Kaizaki or something. I heard he was Yoshitaka's favorite. After going through so much trouble with their preparations, those Satomi ended up losing two generations so unexpectedly... Now I understand what happened to them. So the truth was you were stirring up mischief behind their backs."

Naoe tightened his lips, glowering down at Kousaka.

"What business does the Takeda have here?"

"Considering that Awa's Satomi has shown up, is it so unusual for Kai's Takeda to be here as well?"

"Stop playing around. Answer me."

"Seriously, what is going on with the Uesugi? How strange that Kagetora-dono has mistaken another person for his long, trusted confidant while we have Naoe-dono borrowing another man's name and body, sniffing around in this place together with the former Ken En leader thought to have gone missing. What is the Uesugi trying to accomplish by having their honorable staff officers betray their master?"

"That is none of your concern."

"Hmph. I see. Seems like Irobe isn't the only one following Kenshin. I didn't expect it to turn out this way. Interesting. I guess the makeshift stratagem to deceive Kagetora wasn't needed after all."

"Deceive...?" There was anger in Naoe's tone. "What nonsense did you spew to Kagetora-sama!"

"Don't worry, I only told Kagetora in advance that you have betrayed him by becoming Kenshin's direct subordinate and manipulating the Byakuime."

Naoe's expression stiffened. Kousaka laughed.

"Yes, we managed to uncover this information. Someone secretly controlling the Byakuime stationed throughout the country assisted the Ootomo in conquering Kyushu island by assassinating Ryuuzouji. I knew well beforehand that the culprits were the Uesugi."

"!"

Then, the ones who killed the Byakuime were...

The Takeda? Naoe thought, wrinkling his brows. Kousaka and the others had a better grasp on their plans than he expected. The reason the Takeda or the Fuuma were able to detect this before Kagetora did was probably because they had always been monitoring Kenshin. By following the suspicious movements of the Byakuime in various parts of the country, they could surmise that there was another chain of command separate from Kagetora's.

"Where is he?" Naoe asked without answering Kousaka. His sentence ended with a threatening tone. "I can sense the wave motion of the Kiji incantation. This was probably Kiyomasa's doing. Where is Kagetora-sama? I know he was imprisoned here. Where is he now?"

"Oh? So you're here looking for Kagetora?" Kousaka smiled a little and squinted. "And what will you do once you find Kagetora? So you are especially here to save him despite being the cowardly rascal that you are with all this sneaking around? How nice. But you used to support general Kagekatsu, didn't you?"

Naoe's cheeks trembled slightly. Kousaka laughed again upon seeing this.

"But Kagekatsu's personality and memories have already been purified in Narita Yuzuru. He no longer exists. What you guys want is not Kagekatsu but a weapon, right? But then again, be it Kagetora, Kagekatsu, or you people, you are all merely tools to Kenshin. Despite a mouthful of beautiful but empty words on justice and order, and that embellished face of a saintly nobleman, the desire to become the dragon god of this world is probably deeply ingrained in his bones."

"Kenshin-kou is not that kind of a person!" Hakkai shouted in a stern voice. "They are not empty words! Kenshin-kou is someone who understands true justice and order. In fact, all the generals of the Yami Sengoku should follow the noble ideal that Kenshin-kou encourages!"

"Such heartfelt words." Kousaka snorted in laughter. "Ask any retainer of the generals of the Warring States era and you will get the same answer. That my master is the only one most suited to be the supreme ruler. Invading forces and religious sects also say the same, that they are in the right, their principles are gospel, and thus everyone else should obey them. Isn't that the same as what you said? You want everyone else to comply because you think you are the righteous party. Is that Kenshin's rhetoric? Interesting. I understand now."

"You... damn Takeda! Are you asking for trouble!"

"No wonder Kagetora-dono became estranged. He's an intelligent man, he should have long figured out the villains in this situation. Furthermore, he's a descendant of the Hojo. Ujiyasu-kou is still alive thus Kagetora-dono may not necessarily remain loyal to Kenshin to the very end."

Kousaka looked at Naoe sharply.

"Now that you've reduced yourself to Kenshin's running dog, what do you intend to do by going after Kagetora? Naoe-dono."

Naoe clenched his teeth. Behind him, Hakkai fiercely replied.

"To prevent the Takeda or the Hojo from exploiting Kagetora-kou's powers! Step out of the way!"

"I see, so you've come to kill Kagetora before the enemy can exploit him, is that it?"

"!" Hakkai turned to Naoe in shock. Naoe glared at Kousaka.

"Naoe, why don't you say a few words instead of giving me that look? There's no way Kenshin will just ignore such a dangerous object. Instead of letting him go, he might as well finish him off. Isn't that right?"

"That's impossible," Hakkai muttered in doubt and implored Naoe. "Naoe-sama, it can't be... it can't be that you really want to kill..."

Naoe's deep voice forcefully cut off Hakkai's sentence.

"Kousaka, I don't have the time to dally with you here. If you dare hinder us, I will personally strike you down."

"I already know what you're thinking in your heart." Kousaka uttered coldly. "After 400 years of mistreatment at the hands of Kagetora, you've had enough, right? Surely you must have wagged your tail and jumped into Kenshin's proposal wild with joy. So will it be your turn to abuse him now? Do you want revenge? Or do you want Kagetora to kneel before you so that you can order him around like a dog!"

"..."

"That's right. You must have entertained that idea of Kagetora in the beginning. If Kagetora surrenders, are you going to sully him like a woman? In any case, you can't be having any other intention besides this lowly desire. Sadly, this isn't even a case of using powerful connections for intimidation as how a fox may exploit a tiger's might, but a dog leeching off Kenshin's power. How disgusting, Naoe Nobutsuna!"

Suddenly there was a sound of blunt grinding and a fine line of blood appeared on Kousaka's cheek. Naoe was boiling with anger, clenching his trembling fists.

"Even if you do this..."

Kousaka smiled with contempt, wiping away the blood from the cut on his cheek caused by Naoe's incantation.

"Blathering man." Naoe lowered his voice and said. "I have no time for your nonsense. What do you intend to do with him? The ones who rescued him were the disciples of the Fire sect. How is the Fire sect connected to you?"

"Hmph. Flying into rage out of humiliation is proof that what I said was true. The disciples of the Fire sect have joined us in a common effort. In order to expel the Oda and the Ootomo from Kyushu island, they have given us their assistance."

"What did you say...!"

"Kagetora-dono has officially sworn to revert to his identity as Hojo Saburou."

"!"

"I told him that Naoe Nobutsuna had betrayed him to us in order to save himself. Kagetora-dono has had a very bad relationship with 'Fuuma Naoe-dono' so he immediately believed it. He hates you and Kenshin, and has pledged to fight together with us and will no longer return to the Uesugi."

"Is that the truth!"

"Kagetora-dono is our comrade. If you're going to kill him, then I have to use whatever means available to stop you."

Kousaka's fighting spirit swelled in his entire body. His beautiful lips, shaped in a way befitting of a brush painting, warped in all of its slyness.

"I'm sorry to say but your lives will now be forfeit."

"!"

Something spurted out all of a sudden by his feet. There was a boom that sounded like a landmine had exploded; hot mud erupted all over as though it wanted to encircle the two of them.

"Nghahh!"

Their faces were blasted by a direct outburst of hydrogen sulfide. As the hot fumes rapidly obscured their field of vision, their throats were burned by the heat such that they could not even breathe. The eruptions of hot mud set fire to the rubble of the wooden cabins once again. Naoe desperately formed a goshinha but the impact of the explosions was too overwhelming, especially when coupled with Kousaka's incessant rain of incantations.

"What's the matter! Do you want to die here! 'Kaizaki Makoto'!"

"Ngh..!"

Hit by an incantation, the vehicle exploded. A relentless attack. Kousaka had probably set up a kekkai around himself before their arrival as he paid no attention to the erupting gas and continued to attack violently. The goshinha was overpowered. The two of them were forced to physically shield their own bodies but they refused to accept defeat.

"Ohhh--!"

Naoe growled as he launched a retaliatory blast. The ground began to shake. Trails of hot mud ran in bizarre fashion towards Kousaka in his attack. However Kousaka deflected every single one of them. Hot mud scattered everywhere together with the intense sprays. Naoe continued with his offense, using the mud without hesitation. A fierce cross-current of incantations took shape between the two men.

"Ngh... damn it!"

Amidst the turbulence, Hakkai shouted at Naoe.

"I will hold him back..! Please go on and pursue Kagetora-sama!"

"The opponent is too strong! You won't be able to handle it!"

"I didn't come empty-handed! I will cover you, when he falls back please use that opportunity to leave! Ngh!"

A sharp incantation arrow slashed through Hakkai's shoulder. Blood spurted out, staining his coat.

"Hakkai!"

"I am fine! Don't worry about me, hurry!"

Naoe gathered his spiritual energy and using the momentum of the sulfuric gas storming back towards him, he increased the defensive strength of the goshinha to its maximum. At the same time, Hakkai drew a small iron disk from his waist. The disk looked like a flattened cone.

"Naumakusanmada Bayabei Sowaka!"

After the chant, he threw the disk into the air. The iron conical device rotated in the air like a spinning top. With Hakkai's chanting of the Fuuten dharani, it created an astonishingly powerful whirlwind, dispersing the steam of the sulfuric acid.

"Ngh..!"

The fumes of sulfuric acid blew at Kousaka. As he backed away from the intense wind allowing an opening for escape, Naoe immediately charged through the forest.

"Do you think I'll let you escape!"

As Kousaka yelled, a black object elongated in his hand and snapped in the air. The rubber-like tool wrapped around Naoe's neck.

"Ngh!"

Naoe groaned in pain as his neck was strangled. It was no object that wound around him but an unknown black shadow. The chain of what was known as 'Dark Lock' was formed by a spell and allowed the user to control it like a weapon. Kousaka yanked the front end of the Dark Lock, tightening its grip on his prey's neck.

"Let me break off this human puppet's neck!"

"Naoe-sama!"

The iron cone whirred through, severing the chain. The taut 'Dark Lock' snapped, disrupting Kousaka's energy as he lost the order of its features. Hakkai seized this chance to retaliate.

"On Agyanauiei Sowaka!"

As he chanted the Fuuten shingon, the iron cone transformed into blazing disk that reeled towards Kousaka. There was a loud boom in the air, an explosion from the impact of the iron cone on Kousaka's kekkai.

"Damn it, doing that all of a sudden...!"

"I will hold him back! Naoe-sama, please hurry to Kagetora-sama...!"

"I shall leave this to you," Naoe said to Hakkai and followed the water snake hurrying into the depths of the forest. Kousaka wanted to chase after him but was fiercely blocked by Hakkai and could not proceed. It was strange as a kanshousha like Kousaka should not have any problems defeating a mere Ken En. No, it was not that, it was because Hakkai's power had distinctly increased.

"Damn Uesugi...!"

Kousaka grew serious and began to strike back. Hakkai protected his body as he was suppressed. Then he drew his full strength.

If you have made your decision, I can only obey it, Naoe-sama...!

"Ohhhhhh!"

The flames roared as the fumes burst out from the ground more intensely than ever.


***

Fuuma Kotarou was surrounded.
From the depths of the darkness, the group of armored warriors, now armed with blades, that appeared like will-o-wisps had surrounded Kotarou. Where did such an enormous number of spirits previously conceal themselves? They were probably fortress soldiers residing near Takamori castle. Akechi Mitsuhide and the others had anticipated Kotarou's actions.

"Will you please follow me back? Kotarou-dono." Shimazu Toyohisa requested in a low voice. "If you do so, Akechi-dono will forget this and not condemn you. They trust you. Please restore your calm, admit your mistake and return."

Kotarou was still glaring at his opponent with brimming hostility.

"I do not wish to cross blades with you as we are part of the same alliance. I was told you are able to distinguish between right and wrong. Come, please return to Akechi-dono."

"And if I say that I have no desire to return?"

"Then I will use everything in my power to stop you," Toyohisa hissed, drawing his katana. "This is Akechi-dono's order. He wants me to kill your physical body!"

Kill...!

Kotarou's back stiffened.

Planning to kill me?

Of course, this was not wholly unexpected. To purposefully fabricate the idea of 'Naoe leaving Kagetora,' the elimination of this hyouza which Kagetora believed to be Naoe was the most efficient way to accomplish this. If this physical body ceased to exist, it could convey Naoe's absence. Takaya would then believe in 'Naoe's betrayal.' Mitsuhide and the others considered Kagetora an indispensable military asset for the anti-Nobunaga alliance. That was why they were so fervently pushing for Kagetora's return to the Hojo, after all he was the only one who was Nobunaga's equal in terms of power. If Kenshin was going to participate in the Yami Sengoku, it became all the more necessary for them to secure Kagetora. Mitsuhide intended to appease Kagetora as a stopgap measure for his goal. Therefore, Kotarou should not be saving Kagetora. No, Kotarou's desire to rescue Takaya was not a matter of general concern, his identity as 'Naoe' was.

"You want to kill this physical body... you want me to die?" Kotarou muttered as he turned pale. "I... must not die."

"What?"

"I must not change my appearance. This is 'Naoe's' face. If not for this appearance, he will not recognize me as 'Naoe'."

"What did you say?" Toyohisa asked, widening his eyes. Kotarou caressed his own face.

"Only with this face will Saburou-dono... no, Kagetora-sama acknowledge me. He will not accept any other appearance. This face must never change. If it does, I will be rejected by him...!"

"What are you talking about! You have to change your hyouza because you're 'Naoe'."

"I will never betray him because I am 'Naoe'!"

He was completely incapable of a moderate reply; Kotarou had lost his composure.

"This physical body is the only one. It must never change no matter what...!"

Toyohisa stared at him. This was the first time Kotarou demonstrated such a stubborn attachment to a physical body when he used to consider the hyouza as a tool. His attachment stemmed from something other than a simple desire to carry out his orders.

Reject...

Kotarou was absolutely horrified at what he had just said out loud, as though all of the heartache he had sustained in the past two years because of Takaya had broken out in one breath.

--Don't you have something to say right now! Isn't there something you want to do to me!

At that time, he had embarrassed himself as he could not understand his wish. When Takaya condemned him for 'not understanding anything at all,' he felt like he had been banished from the category of a normal human being.

Am I a flawed product?

Takaya's words were like acid rain. The bizarre liquid would eat into Kotarou's being whenever Takaya disapproved of him. His self-esteem collapsed thereafter as the world he had firmly believed in began to disintegrate at its foundation, to the point where Kotarou was now struggling in the ruins of his supports.

Since the day he started playing the part of Naoe, Takaya became the deciding factor for the success of his performance. He had to satisfy Takaya and inadvertently, Takaya became the law. He became the only person who was correct. When Takaya expressed doubt in the beginning, Kotarou had not wavered as much. He had merely surmised that his technique was inadequate. However, as the denunciations accumulated, Kotarou was eventually eroded by the affliction in question. No matter what reply he gave, Takaya did not accept it. His calculations were in chaos.

Did I make a miscalculation somewhere?

Was the formula used to derive the answer wrong?

Was the principle I always relied on wrong?

How have I lived all this while?

Am I inherently wrong?


He was like an actor whose performance had been repeatedly dismissed by the director to the point where he had sunk into mental confusion. He hated Takaya for not accepting him, then questioned his own methods, questioned his abilities while his doubts internalized deeper and deeper until he grew uncertain of the very core of his own existence and character. Takaya's exhaustion became the resident force that criticized Kotarou's manner of living. He had to become the Naoe Takaya yearned for. When that 'infallible person' accepts him as Naoe, his manner of existence would then be acknowledged.

Is this good enough?

Is this correct?


"I must go to him..."

He would not be Naoe if he did not. He would get 'no' as an answer and suffer rejection. Kotarou seemed to be in fear. His eyebrows knitted painfully and he spoke as if revealing all on his mind.

"I need to undo his misunderstanding. I did not betray him. No matter what happens, Naoe will never betray him to anyone. He seeks for this sort of Naoe. I am Naoe, the Naoe. I will never admit to something which I did not do at all."

"Kotarou-dono, what are you talking about?"

Kotarou had to become Naoe. However his 'Naoe' was completely different from the 'true Naoe' and Kotarou had yet to be aware of this. The 'Naoe' Kotarou had set as his target and was striving towards was 'what he believed to be the Naoe Takaya yearned for.' With a desperate expression, Kotarou yelled out.

"Step aside! Do not hinder me, I have no time! He is waiting for Naoe. I must go to him. I must immediately go to him to undo his misunderstanding and tell him that I never betrayed him...!"

Kotarou's sentence broke off. His eyebrows were twisted in pain. Tell him, I am with you. Then please show me that look of relief...

Let me see...

Kotarou appeared startled. What was this strangled feeling in his chest? Whenever Takaya was sure of him, he would always call Kotarou 'Naoe,' and show him a uniquely soft expression which Kotarou had never seen before. Sometimes it would be an unmistakably genuine smile, other times he would close his eyes as though he was tired and lean towards him... Whenever he saw Takaya in that manner, an indescribable feeling would well up from the depths of his chest like fresh water. When Takaya accepted him and was at ease, his expression really satisfied Kotarou.

Please... let me see...

Please let me see that expression of yours again. Kotarou helplessly thought in this way. He could not but accept that he was harboring this hope. Kotarou gazed at his hands as he trembled.

I... am seeking...

He wished for Takaya to call him 'Naoe' in a relieved manner so earnestly for that was the only way he could be sure of himself. That was the moment of Kotarou's absolution. Naoe - that was the promise of deliverance.

I am... seeking the emotion of that moment...

The oil flowing in this human machine had turned to blood.

Affection...

Affection was an initial necessity to make sense of the man 'Naoe'. It was also the very thing he needed to have sympathized with Ujiteru and an emotion he could not lack in order to understand Kagetora's heart.

Saburou-dono...

Suddenly, his entire cardiac atrium was choked by something distinctly different from just reverence. Kotarou clenched his fists, as if to prevent this new-found sensation within himself from escaping. His fists balled tightly.

This man...

Toyohisa looked at Kotarou as some strange artifact and spoke again.

"You are not heeding our warning. Kotarou-dono."

Kotarou came back to his senses. Toyohisa signaled the warriors with his eyes and one by one the departed spirits brandished their naked swords. Toyohisa lifted his sword towards Kotarou with deliberation, aiming the shining tip of the blade at his forehead.

"I will ask you one more time. Is that your answer?"

"..."

"You do not regret this?"

The blade mirrored Kotarou's rebellious expression.

"Then be at peace as I send you to your death!"

"!"

There was a flash in Kotarou's eyes and his fingers moved into action. The soldiers' blades had a spiritual energy that issued a white radiance as it burned up. At the same time, Toyohisa gathered power into his rending technique and stepped towards him.

"Kill him---!"

The crystal between Kotarou's fingers shone with a blinding light. It was labeled with the character of 'Sword.'

"Ohhh!"

Clang!

The piercing sounds filled the district. Toyohisa's stroke was parried by Kotarou at close distance. Kotarou, who should have been unarmed and defenseless, was now holding a short dagger in his hand. That was Arashizanmaru - the divine blade passed down through the generations of leaders of the Fuuma clan. The two weapons, each possessing its own spiritual vigor, released intense sparks that bounced off each other. The armored soldiers came chopping within a hair's breadth but Kotarou disrupted their formation. Countless swords flickered in the darkness...!

I must not be killed!

The muscles in Kotarou's entire body became beast-like. After dodging a set of attacks with his weapon, Kotarou abruptly switched to an offensive focus. There was a cry of pain; the warrior whose skull was split open crumbled to the ground. Kotarou continued to slash at the warriors' torsos with his blade. The beloved dagger he was so accustomed to using hummed like a living creature as it sliced through the enemy.

Slash...!

His hands were quick to deal damage like snapping bamboo. The howls of the warriors shook the forest. Not conceding, Kotarou bellowed.

"Ohhh--!"

It had turned into a chaotic battle. With one short blade, Kotarou struck down the enemy one after another. The Fuuma's original sword technique had no unnecessary moves; only death awaited his prey. But no matter how many of them he beheaded, the enemy still came in droves. There was no time to breathe, the enemy's numbers were too great! At this moment, Toyohisa rushed in...!

"Kill him....!"

The atmosphere was reek of ferocity. Kotarou evaded by reflex action. Blood spurted from his cheek.

"!"

His face was scratched having failed to completely avoid the blow. The astonishing speed of the strike was indeed worthy of its fame as the downward slash technique that replicated the force of great waves. Kotarou redistributed his physical strength. This was to force his opponent to fall back with a sharp offensive in case he could not keep up with dodging and be sliced in two.

Damn it...!

They were using Taisha Ryuu. Their spirit-possessed blades were so mighty it could cut through iron.
Despite his injuries, Kotarou's agility did not diminish. The Shimazu warriors roared wildly, attacking with such unbelievable force that it was hard to believe they were merely spirits. Kotarou gathered his strength, increased his reaction speed and brandished the dagger in his hand with rapt attention.

I cannot die in this place!

He thought in this way from the very bottom of his heart.

"I must not die in this place---!!"

It was a vicious battle to the death. Kotarou's fighting prowess had already surmounted the limits of a human being. The enemy was part of the strongest Shimazu army of the Warring States era and their tenacity was preserved even in death. When ordered to attack, they were like fighting dogs ready to tear their enemy to pieces.

"Kill... Kill---!"

Toyohisa bellowed. It was startling that every single one of the Shimazu soldiers were using Taisha Ryuu. Cowardice was the most shameful act among the warriors of the Satsuma. At the Battle of Sekigahara, Toyohisa himself had went to the extent of letting himself be used as bait and had charged into the enemy ranks in order to let his general, Shimazu Yoshihiro, break away from the battlefield.

The sound of blade slicing through flesh was followed with an outspurt of blood. Kotarou's garment was torn away at the tip of his shoulder and the blood gushing out stained his entire back red. However Kotarou did not drop his weapon. With his dimming vision he fended off the scattered attacks from the departed spirits as he bled.

I must carry on in this body...!

Kotarou's eyes were bloodshot. His physical body was now wholly dependent on his animal-like fighting instincts to move.

--Why didn't you come save me?

As he panted heavily for air, he could hear Kagetora's voice.

--As I expected, you're no good.

--At the very end, you still don't understand.

Saburou-dono!

"Kill him---!"

Sparks burst out as blade met blade. The enemy pressed forward with the arm guard of his sword but Kotarou pushed his opponent aside with all the strength he could muster. His body was already covered in countless sword wounds yet he did not lose his footing. An ordinary person would not have been able to stand. Kotarou wrapped the handle of his dagger, which had grown slippery due to his blood, with a rag very quickly to regain his grip and spurred himself on despite his dizziness from the loss of blood. The enemy showed no mercy. The attacks were still as relentless and never-ending as before. Although his entire body was covered in blood, Kotarou did not let down his guard.

"Ch!"

He continued to slash his way through without stopping. Kotarou evaded the numerous blades that came at murderous speeds with astounding reflexes. Then Toyohisa's sword struck again.

"Go to hell--!"

Kotarou's eyes flickered as he snarled like a lion.

"Ohhh--!"

Part of someone's limb was completely severed, exposing a blunt surface of flesh and a fountain of blood. With a thump, the severed part fell to the ground convulsing. It was the hand holding onto the dagger, Kotarou's right hand. After a split second from the momentary pause between them, Toyohisa, injured in one eye, attacked with a kesagiri...!

"Die---!"

Kotarou immediately ducked to the ground, grabbed the hand still clutching onto the weapon and pounced at Toyohisa's leg. With one slash, the back of Toyohisa's heel was sliced open.

"Ch..Ah!"

Toyohisa toppled over from the injury to his leg. Kotarou immediately held him down and thrust the knife into his throat. A blood-curdling scream came from his open mouth as he neared death. Avoiding the blood that came spraying out, Kotarou rolled over to the side as more warriors came charging from behind. Kotarou pried the dagger from the tight grip of the severed hand and continued to fight back. But his vision was growing muddled from the loss of blood and his movements slowed as he was not used to fighting with his left hand.

How can I die in this place...!

This was the only a thought compelling him to move. Kotarou squeezed every ounce of strength from his body. He cried out,

"How can I die in this place---!!"


Original fiction © Kuwabara Mizuna.

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