A Samurai Story

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A Samurai Story

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I made an OOC thread just in case you had a comment or criticism. It also contains some background. Note that this story is set in the Rokugan Campaign setting - if you like DnD and Samurai, check it out.

Tashima wandered the ancestral halls of the Daidoji family of the Crane clan. She herself was born and grew up in a similar hall, that of the Akodo family of the Lion clan. She considered herself to be a Lion, and was strong and fit for her size, as was common for the women of that clan, but here, she could see clearly the features of the Crane women, the grace and beauty that marked her own mothers heritage, those same features which set her apart from the more burly women that typified the Lion clan. Tashima knew that in her ancestory was one of the greatest Kakita duelists of the empire, and she had studied the Iaijutsu technique from her mother, but still felt that the strength of a sword blow came from the arm that wielded it more than from within. Suddenly bored with the shrines and murals around her, she resolved to find a more practical diversion, and perhaps conduct a training session.

But the household was busy with little time to spare for a visitor. It seemed that an old Crane clan squabble between two minor lords had again flared – this was the reason that the Kakita clan, her mothers birth clan, was today visiting the Daidoji. Tashima was not able to discover much about what was happening behind the closed doors of the small family dwelling, but managed to uncover some of the background. It seemed that nearly 20 years ago, a maiden of the Kakita family fell pregnant without husband. For what ever reasons, the Kakita daimyo believed the sire to be one of the Daidoji family. Tashima reflected that in her Akodo family, it was sometimes hard to tell between the orphaned children and those born out of marriage, but what mattered most was how you conducted yourself on the field of battle. It seemed this argument would take some time, so Tashima resolved to find another diversion for the day, abandoning her brief search for her mother.

Auzrael too, was finding the return of this scandal to be intrusive on her time. It was widely believed that it was from her family that the unknown sire came. She had heard it said that a wise and respected court shugenja had cast a reading over the young Aranador once, and proclaimed that the blood of Daidoji Yurei ran in his veins. If this was true, then she shared a common ancestor with Aranador, although he lived in the Kakita family estate. Despite this possible kinship, Auzrael found herself resenting this man she had never met, as each time the matter came up, it placed scandal and tension on her own house hold. Like today, where the elders of the two families were once again cloistered in the hall, debating the matter. Auzrael found herself wondering what new evidence could have started this latest issue.

Annoyed at this disruption, Auzrael walked over to the small family dojo to practice some sword katas. While she was not formally trained, she had grown up amongst 6 brothers, each of whom had received training, and each of whom had shared training time with her. Auzrael changed into the light leather armour used for sparring – true armour was reserved for warriors and real battle – and began her practice. Auzrael was a classic Crane woman, slim, graceful, and charming. She was also very smart, and a fast learner. Even without formal training, her sword skills were as accomplished as any of her brothers. Auzrael slipped into the meditation and relaxation that the kata offered her.

Unbeknownst to Auzrael, there was someone on hand to watch her practice. A matriarch of the Akodo family of the Lion clan, and the mother of Tashima, Akodo-Kakita Tasha had returned to Crane lands, the lands of her birth, to once again petition the emperor for a chance of service. Her husband had died 16 years ago in battle with the shadow lands, and with him, the normal rights to win honour and title within the clan. Tasha saw in young Auzrael a reflection of herself when she was that age, but more importantly, a suitable training partner for her own daughter, Tashima. Tasha had been trying to teach her headstrong daughter some of the Crane philosophies on combat – part of the reason Tasha had brought her to Crane lands – but Tashima was certainly a Lion’s daughter. Auzrael finished her practice, and Tasha made her proposal for the girl to spar with her daughter.

“Mam, it would be an honour, but I have never sparred before, I fear I would be poor sport”

“Nonsense” replied Tasha. “You demonstrate as much training as Tashima, you will both learn from this”

And so, the next day Auzrael and Tashima found themselves face to face on a sparring field in the Daidoji dojo. Initially her father had objected, he had 6 sons and there was no need for his daughter to concern herself with the arts of swordsmanship, but Tasha was influential – a former Lion samurai and before that a Kakita duelist has influence even without any measure of holdings. And this would at least put the matter of Aranador out of mind.

Auzrael and Tashima stood face to face. The first bout was to be Kenjutsu style – With sword at the ready. Tashima was both slightly taller and clearly stronger than Auzrael, and would have the advantage in this duel. Auzrael tried to focus, to decide on how Tashima would strike, but she had never faced another in any form of combat practice, and felt clearly uncomfortable. She barely heard the call to strike, and before she knew it, received a well focused and powerful blow from Tashima. Auzrael was lifted off her feet and crashed in a heap. The leather armour had absorbed the blow of the wooden practice katana, but she knew had the blade been real, she may well have been cleaved in two. She slipped into unconciousness.

A moment later, after a brief wave of healing magic from the aged water shugenja that acted as the dojo physician, Auzrael found herself awake again, albeit bruised along the ribs. She could hear Tasha recounting the match to Tashima.

“That was an excellent strike, Tashima. You clearly achieved focus and delivered your attack before your opponent could ready herself. Well done.”

Auzrael returned to the sparring field, the match would be decided in three bouts, but she wondered how she could hope to match the young Lion woman’s strength. Tashima returned to the ring, and again they faced each other. Auzrael found her thoughts drifting again, studying the line of her opponent’s legs, her arms. She could see the musculature there, the obvious strength. Tashima was far from muscle bound, but had tone and definition Auzrael had never seen on a woman before. Auzrael herself was firm and trim, but in a lithe and slender manner. Even so, Tashima had the same cat like grace – no – lion like grace. Again Auzrael missed the call to strike, and again Tashima struck with focused force, knocking Auzrael down. At least this time, Auzrael was able to return to her feet without needing the aid of the physician.

Tashima could feel herself bursting with pride. She had clearly shown her dominant skills and more importantly her strength over Auzrael. While she had already won the match, she was certain she would win the next bout as well, and make a clean sweep. She felt good, her first two bouts had both been exceptional, she had achieved focus and delivered powerful strikes. Again Auzrael took her fighting stance ahead of her. Tashima could see the uncertainty in the other girl’s eyes, and knew that victory would be hers again – only to realise with a shock that strike had been called! She wasn’t ready! Auzrael swung her sword, but had fumbled the strike, chopping air ineffectually in front of Tasahima. Quickly recovering, Tashima swung her own practice sword, and connected with a solid strike, driving the air from Auzrael’s lungs. The Crane woman folded into a heap, and Tashima had her third victory.

“You….have a…..powerful sword arm” commented Auzrael in between breaths. Tasmima smiled and offered a slight bow.

“Very good” called Tasha. “You have both done well, congratulations Tashima. Auzrael, you must be more confident, you have the abilities to win, you must focus. Now we will try something a little different.” With that, Tasha handed each young woman a scabbard and belt. “The next match will be Iaijutsu style, make ready. Tashima, I want you to learn something from this.” Iaijutsu style would require each combatant to draw their weapon as well as strike. This duel style is the honorable way to settle disputes amongst samurai, and is a central part of Crane martial teachings. Tasha was hoping that her daughter would learn the value of speed over power in such situations.

But it was a lesson that would not be learned today. With the first bout, while Auzrael, having studied the Crane technique, would draw and be able to strike before Tashima had cleared her blade from its scabbard, it became clear that Auzrael had lost her confidence against the stronger girl. Auzrael failed to connect with her strike, and Tashima drove home mightly blows in both the first and second bout that won her the match in two.

“Mother, I have learned that speed is useless without accuracy.” Tashima said.

“This is true, and self evident. There is a deeper lesson, though perhaps you will not learn it today. Now make ready for the final bout” replied Tasha.

Auzrael felt defeat. She knew she could outdraw the other girl, but Tashima was nimble as well as strong. Clearly a born warrior. The call to strike was made, and again Auzrael out drew her opponent. To her own surprise, her blade struck her mark. The swing was half hearted and lacking in any focus, doing little more than evoking a yip of surprise from Tashima. Even so, it was enough to make her mistime her own swing. Auzrael followed up with a back swing, more out of habit from her own kata training than anything, and again her blade struck Tashima, again a feather blow. In reply, Tashima crashed her sword into Auzrael, driving her back a foot. The impact was enough to cause Auzrael to fumble her next swing, and Tashima needed no other chances, finishing the bout with a blow that again sent Auzrael flying.

“Mother, I see also that accuracy is useless without power.” Tashima said.

“Also self evident child,” replied Tasha, “but I want you to think of this, how much better would you be if you had not only power, but accuracy and speed as well?”

Tashima wanted to say that it was self evident that perfection is perfection, but held her tongue, satisfied that without perfection, power was the most important key stone in the foundation of sword play.

Auzrael and Tashima spent the rest of the day talking about their home lands, and discussing their dreams and goals. The two women visited the markets and stalls and for a moment forgot about the way of the samurai and focused instead on the delights of sweet cakes. It was only on return to the household that evening that the two of them discovered what possibilities the future held in store.
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There was a general excitement about the hall that first clued the two into the possibility. They rapidly uncovered the tale. It seemed an envoy of the emperor himself was due to arrive at the Kakita school of dueling, and there would hold a contest for all untested warriors, the best of whom would be recruited into the emperor’s service. Tashima knew immediately that her mother would see to it that she would enter the contest, and felt certain that her strong sword arm would see her a victor. What was more surprising though, Tasha had also argued for and received acquiescence to Auzrael entering the contest. Auzrael knew her father didn’t expect her to win, and after her duel with Tashima, shared that expectation, but the prospect of visiting the dueling school was exciting, and put her in good spirits anyway.

Three of her brothers were also selected to enter the contest, and so a small entourage set out from the Daidoji holdings to go to the Kakita dueling school. The journey was short and uneventful, and both Auzrael and Tashima found each other to be good company, and a friendship blossomed between them. Auzrael found that while Tashima may have been the stronger warrior, she was the better thinker, and took small satisfaction in winning games of Go and Mah Jong.

Arrival at the dueling school proved somewhat daunting, as it seemed that every nobleman’s son, and sometimes daughter, had arrived to enter the contest, and while the Crane clan was the most heavily represented, with the Kakita family most prevalent of those, there was representation from all the great clans as well as a few of the minor clans. Auzrael and Tashima registered and found out that the contest was designed to select a number of people, with a diverse range of talents – rather unusual for a competition. Speculation and rumor was rampant that the purpose of this event was not just for sport or a chance to serve in the imperial guard, but to recruit for a special team responsible to the emperor himself. Either way, things looked set to be a long and fiercely contested event.

Auzrael was wandering the grounds of the dueling school when she heard a commotion. Moving to investigate, she noticed that the object of the squabble was a posted notice of registered applicants and where they were to report for their initial screening for entry. The notice was headed with the Katika family crest, so she at first dismissed the event as not relevant to her, but something in the back of her mind drew her back, and she quietly listened in to determine the source of the ruckus. It seemed that the problem was with the list of names, someone was on the list that had not actually applied. Auzrael smiled to herself about how the Kakita clan couldn’t seem to keep track of itself, and moved off to find the Daidoji listings.

After locating the list, Auzrael was surprised to learn her first ‘event’ would in fact be a debate. She puzzled over this for a moment. She was expecting the contest to consist of martial events and sword play, but debate? And further, the next day she would be called on to perform haiku and instrumental. How odd. She decided to go over to the Lion clan lists, and try to find Tashima and see if she too had these events.

Sure enough, Tashima did, and would be called on to perform Haiku as her first event. Like most women of the empire, Tashima and Auzrael were both versed in the arts of poetry and music, but Tashima was more worried about the debate – she had never studied diplomacy. Auzrael assured her that she had charm and grace, and would not put up a poor showing, pointing out that her three brothers would fair far worse in both aspects.

But with the arrival of the next day, there seemed to be a problem. Events were postponed. The two girls found the reason was that one of the applicants had not arrived. But they thought – how could someone apply and not have arrived? Both girls heard a call made by a herald for the senior Kakita representative to come forward and speak with the envoy of the emperor. Auzrael recalled the commotion she had heard yesterday, and dragged Tashima over to the Kakita list to see if she could work out what was happening.

And there it was, right at the top of the list. The name Kakita Aranador. Auzrael knew that the Kakita family would never have allowed Aranador to register for this tournament – yet there he was. And too, the reason for the delay – the list was an imperial command, for all those listed to attend and contest in these events. With his name on the list, the Kakita family had to have Aranador attend, or they would be effectively defying the emperor. But the question remained – why was his name on the list at all?

Later that day, a fast carriage came hurtling towards the dueling school. Tashima recognized the Kakita family markings on it, and Auzrael remarked that within was probably Aranador. When she did so, she was surprised to hear someone near by comment on this.

“Ahh, so this is the contestant that was requested by the oracle – I wonder what he is like”

Both Auzrael and Tashima spun to face a third girl. Similar in build and appearance to Auzrael, but slightly shorter and with a darker skin tone, the stranger returned their gaze with bold, almost hypnotic eyes. “Bayushi Shui at your service” she said.

“Oh, I am Daidoji Auzrael and this is Akodo Tashima. Excuse me, but didn’t you just say that this Aranador was requested by an oracle?”

Shui observed the other two girls guardedly for a moment, then seemed to relax. “Yes, so I have heard. I don’t know what the fuss was about, but apparently the envoy was quite specific that Kakita Aranador attend the trials, even though the Kakita family were opposed to the idea, claiming that there must have been some mistake.”

“Aranador is considered an embarrassment to the Kakita family” explained Auzrael. She didn’t add that he was considered an embarrassment to her own family as well.

Tashima then spoke “Say, Bayushi of the Scorpion clan right? And you know stuff about what the envoy wants. What are you up to here?”

With a frown, Shui answered “Please, don’t assume that everyone in the Scorpion clan is a spy – I mean, wasn’t there a famous Lion spy? Akodo Shinju? I am here to compete, I assume just as you are. I only over heard some things, and lets face it, you knew stuff about this that I didn’t know either, right?”

Tashima nodded, while Auzrael mused “I heard that the oracle of the wind had been seen recently – but why would an oracle request that some illegitimate troublemaker participate in a tournament?”

“If it really was an oracle – It may also be that someone is trying to embarrass the Kakita clan further, but if that is the case, they are playing a dangerous game by interfering with the emperor’s servants” Shui thought out loud.

“Unless it is the emperor’s servants playing their own game? I don’t think we will find the answer standing here. Lets worry about this Haiku thing” Tashima said.

Auzrael and Shui both laughed, and Tashima joined in a moment later. Shortly after, they began to hold their own little Haiku contest. Much to Tashima’s chagrin, she found she was unable to keep up with either of the other girls, who both seemed to possess vast wit and skill. To escape from a never ending cycle of being out done in poetry, Tashima suggested the three of them go and try to catch a glimpse of Kakita Aranador.

Auzrael was not sure what she expected. Maybe she was expecting some sort of ugly, deformed, foul mannered fiend. The name Aranador had been a taboo for so long in her home, and caused so much angst, she found herself wanting him to be loathsome and repugnant. To her surprise, the young man that got out of the carriage was striking. Aranador moved with grace, dignity and poise, offering all the expected courtesies with aplomb and style. Tashima exhaled languidly and made a slight expression of appreciation, and even Shui seemed clearly taken by the man. To her own surprise Auzrael found herself feeling jealous of their attentive focus.

“He and I supposedly share the same ancestor you know” she said.

“He sure doesn’t look like any of your brothers though” Tashima replied, watching Kakita Aranador as he was escorted into the temporary residence allocated for the emperor’s envoy.

“He doesn’t look like anyone I have ever seen” sighed Shui, with a dreamy tone that made the other two girls giggle. Shui glanced at them, and said “Nothing more to see here, lets go see if there is anything else interesting happening.”
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And so the contest to find new champions for the emperor began, with poetry, debate and other examples of courtly skills. Many of the hopefuls attending the contest found themselves at a loss, and many felt that these events were just a minor part of the real contest, and eagerly awaited the martial trials that would happen in the next week. Finally the week of arts concluded, and a gathering was held to announce prizes and trophies. Tashima knew full well she would take no accolades that night, but was happy to realise that she at least out performed many of the less charismatic hopefuls, and indeed all three of Auzrael’s brothers. Then the awards were announced. First the lesser awards, for best or most innovative in various categories. These were won by various people, a high percentage of which were young women. This it seemed caused some feeling that all this week was to give the ‘little girls’ a chance at glory, while next week would be the real event where the boys would show their battle skills.

To her surprise, Tashima was given an honourable mention for her grasp of battle strategy. No award, but it felt good to be recognized. Another young Lion male near by offered a veiled congratulation, suggesting that she might like to celebrate privately with him, but in so doing, the boy also suggested that the theory of battle was not important compared to its practice. Tashima thanked him, but replied she would wait and celebrate the night after she bested him in the dueling challenges next week.

When Aranador’s name was called to receive the third highest award for over all achievement, there was a considerable murmur that moved through the assembled Crane. Many of the young men were jealous of his looks and grace, and let themselves remind each other of Aranador’s lack of station, putting themselves as his better. Each in their own camps, Auzrael, Tashima and Shui again found themselves watching the grace and poise of the young man, and wondering just how someone who appeared so noble could have such a darkened reputation.

Finally, the emperor’s favour, the award for the best over all achievement was announced. For a moment, Auzrael could not fathom why people were speaking her name, and found herself walking to the podium to accept the accolade as if in a dream. With the award in hand, it all seemed surreal. There was only thing that seemed definite and in focus - The gaze of Aranador, watching her, smiling for her. Who was he? She didn’t know if she hated him or not, but she wished he wouldn’t look at her – why was everyone looking at her? Oh the award – Feeling suddenly awkward, Auzrael bowed formally, and left the podium feeling as if all this had just happened to someone else.

But all that was over – now was the time to prepare for the martial tournaments. The Crane were clearly expected to take the field here, and many of the events were in the Iaijutsu style, giving clear advantage to those practiced in quick drawing the katana. But this was a contest for unproven warriors, and while in theory victory should go to the contestant quickest to draw and strike, as often as not, victory went instead to the contestant who could land a successful blow best two of three attempts. Much to Auzrael’s surprise, she was called on to spar with one of her own brothers, and to her greater surprise, won that bout. But these first matches were more to gauge skill and style, to create pairings for later contests.

And so, fate would have it that in a paired Iaijutsu bout, Auzrael, Tashima, Shui and Aranador were named as the contestants. Auzrael found herself relieved that she would team with Tashima, her confidence in dueling against her was still shakey. Both Aranador and Shui seemed less skilled with their weapons, but at the same time, both seemed to be considerably more dangerous than this would suggest. Auzrael could not put her finger on what it was that made her think this, but as she stood on the sparring field, trying to size up her opponents, and gauge the readiness of her partner, she felt a tinge of – not doubt or worry – curiosity perhaps. How good where they? What were their skills?

The bout would be run with each person standing at the corner of an imaginary box, partner at the opposite corner, opponents all within strike distance to either side. Each would stand ready, sword sheathed, until the command to strike was given. Tashima had already decided to focus on the more physically imposing Aranador, then deal with Shui later. She tried to gauge his skill, anticipate his move, but instead found herself watching the smooth firm muscles in his arms and legs, observing the hard stomach muscle that disappeared under the leather chest plate he wore. He was not built like an ox like so many men of the Lion clan, in fact, his build was closer to her own, with the same lithe grace.

Shui felt out of place. She had very little true samurai training, and her other training was not suitable for such an overt contest of strength as this. She hoped that Aranador would prove a powerful ally, as she could tell both Auzrael and Tashima had far greater skill with their weapons. Yes, she would be best served to distract her opponents at a key moment to give Aranador the best chance to strike, and maybe if she could do that, she would see an opening she could use for her own attack.

Aranador briefly regarded the 3 young women in their places on the sparring mat. Each was staggeringly beautiful in their appearance, standing there ready to do battle, but he focused instead on the two that were opponents, searching for signs of weakness. He was unable to draw any conclusions as to their relative skill or readiness. So he elected to focus on Tashima, the taller and stronger looking of the two. He noted that she had decided to focus on him, and he slipped into a meditative ready state, concentrating on the draw and strike he would perform. It seemed for an instant like he knew exactly when strike would be called, and felt the surge of his inner ki rise to meet the moment. And it was done. Strike was called, and his bokken seemed to leap from the scabbard and arc towards Tashima in a silver moment. The wooden blade slammed against the young Lion woman’s head with a hefty smack, and the girl spun briefly about in the air as the force of the impact knocked her flying away. She landed and was still.

Auzrael had her blade in hand an instant after Aranador, but her strike was not fluid, the blow not coming as one action with the draw. Her strike did connect with Shui, and staggered her slightly, but Shui was still up, and in reply, attempted to cartwheel away from her starting position to place Auzrael directly between her and Aranador. While a cunning strategy designed to put a single opponent at a disadvantage against two enemies, the movement was sloppy, perhaps as a result of the blow just received. And further more, such an extravagant movement was not even needed to achieve the position desired. Even though Shui effectively gave Auzrael an opening, it would seem the almost comical tumble was totally unexpected to her, and as Auzrael realized she had a chance and took another swing, it was already to late to connect. Further more, the uncoordinated movement left Shui slightly off balance, and her own swing at Auzrael flailed instead at empty air.

With Auzrael flanked by Shui and unable to keep both her and Aranador in sight, she was vulnerable, and Aranador took the advantage of this, slapping Auzrael with his practice weapon. Auzrael winced from the blow, and took a short step away from him, keeping in strike range of Shui. With such a short movement, there was no opening for an attack against her, and she quickly struck out against Shui, this second blow being enough to knock the smaller girl off her feet and out of the fight. Neither blow had been particularly strong, and Auzrael had a brief moment to wonder at Shui’s lack of stamina, before Aranador again stepped into strike range, and with a short downward chop, knocked her down next to Shui.

Aranador had won the bout without taking a hit, but there was no smug air of victory about him, in fact, he appeared to be distressed about something. Auzrael groggily realized that the source of concern was Tashima. While the wooden bokken were not real weapons, they are still effectively clubs, and a powerful enough blow can be dangerous. And it seemed Tashima had not only been knocked out of the fight, but very nearly killed by the blow she received. A nasty gash on the side of her head, right along her temple, was evidence of where the skin had split from the force of the impact. But the services of the Kakita Shugenja of the Mountain River were available. Muttering arcane words, the sorcerer poured fresh water across Tashima’s injury, and as the water washed away the welling blood, so too the magic washed away the injury.

Later that day, Tashima sat with her mother. “So, perhaps now, you see what speed, accuracy and power, with perhaps a little luck, can achieve?” the elder woman asked.

“Yes mother” replied Tashima. “I, I was not focused, and I only recall hearing the call to strike, and seeing the blur of the Kakita’s sword, before all went red and then black. From what I hear, I am lucky to have such a hard head, or it may have been split like a melon.”

The various contestants were all expecting one final day of competition, to determine the best of the best, but they were disappointed when it was announced that the contest was over, enough had been seen. Tomorrow there would be an announcement as to who had been chosen to serve the emperor, and then they would be given their imperial orders. That night, anticipation was high.
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Shui stood alone by a small shrine to the fortune of the wind. She had done all she could within the grounds of honour. And she had even done a little outside of those grounds, bluffing her way into favour with some of the nobles of the area. But she felt that she had not done enough. She wouldn’t be chosen, and she would loose this chance to make her own way. Offering a prayer to the fortune, Shui slipped away like an elusive zephyr towards the offices of the emperor’s envoy.

Auzrael and Tashima were sitting slightly away from the more crowded areas, Tashima still had a head ache from the sparring session with Aranador. They were talking about their chances, remarking how each had made a fair showing at all events, when Aranador came around from the corner of one of the buildings, and walked softly towards them.

Auzrael rose and spoke. “A fine night is it not, Kakita Aranador. You have performed well in the contest. I am certain you will place highly.”

Aranador nodded politely, saying “I will be satisfied to place according to merit, but right now I have another concern” and turned to more fully address Tashima. “Akodo Tashima, my apologies, my lack of control and restraint led to an unnecessary injury. Here.” Aranador presented a small herb and oil scented towel to Tashima, who took it in a kind of daze. As she did so, Aranador bowed politely to the two women, turned, and walked back the way he came.

Auzrael made a huffing sound “Hummpf, like that is supposed to make you feel better.”

“Actually, it does take some of the sting away” Tashima replied, with the towel pressed to the side of her head.

And with the dawn of the new day, the contest was officially over. Some prizes were awarded, for effort and for recognition of swordsmanship, but there seemed to be a lack of fanfare to the results. Then an imperial courtier stood up to one side of the assembly, and in a clear voice, called four young samurai to him. Once they assembled before the courtier, a second courtier repeated the process, and another four assembled. A third courtier and four more, and a fourth, and final courtier stood and called the following names.

“Akodo Tashima. Daidoji Auzrael. Kakita Aranador”

A hush fell over the assembly as people waited to hear a fourth name, but none came. As the two young women and the one young man stood with their courtier, the emperor’s envoy had it announced that these 15 young people had been selected to serve the emperor. Their families were to take this opportunity now to fare well them, but from this moment, their needs would be filled by the empire. These men and women were now sons and daughters of the emperor. And with that, the contest was finished.

Tashima, to her embarrassment, was confronted by her mother in tears of happiness. Congratulations and praise fell even as the tears did. Auzrael faired nearly so well, her father perhaps more amazed, and her brothers, while envious, still proud for their family name. But for Aranador, only one person, his mother, and only one string of words marked his farewell.

“Goodbye, my son, perhaps this is the start of your true path. It is for the best”

Aranador wondered why his group consisted of only three, not four as the others were. He assumed that there would be some sort of re organization of things, but when each of the four groups was lead to a different reception hall, he found a different answer.

Waiting for them in the reception hall was the Bayushi girl, Shui. She looked up as the others arrived, with a look of fear on her face, but this quickly turned to one of confusion, before being replaced totally by a blank expression.

“You will all wait here until the envoy calls for you” stated the courtesan, who left the way he came.

Auzrael spoke first “Why are you here, and not called out in the square like everyone else?”

Shui looked down for a moment, before answering “Well, you know I am of the Bayushi family, but what you don’t know is that I ran away. Tashima, you thought I may have been a Bayushi spy, didn’t you. The truth is not too far off. I was supposed to be, but I never wanted to be. I wanted to be a samurai warrior, to live a life of honour. My father wouldn’t agree, so I – left. When I found out about this contest, I decided if I could win a place, I could have my goal. But after the contests, I knew I would never win, so I tried to, to sneak into the envoy’s chamber and have my name placed on a list.”

Tashima shook her head “Once a spy always a spy eh? Had to sneak about and change things around by stealth instead of on your own merit didn’t you.”

Shui looked crestfallen for a moment, and blurted out “I really tried, I wanted to be chosen on my own merit, I really did. But I am not strong like you, or trained or anything. I really tried to earn my place”

“And so you did, Bayushi Shui.” The four young people turned towards a figure that seemed a moment ago to have been absent from the back of the room. “You have the heart of a samurai, yes, but the emperor does not require swords alone in his service. You showed great ability in getting as far as you did before my magical wards snared you. So you have been chosen to serve the emperor on your own merits. And too, by not having your name called in the square, it helps you hide your success from your father until you have had the chance to prove yourself, doesn’t it”

Shui nodded, but before anything else could be said, the courtesan returned, and announced the arrival of the emperor’s envoy, who wasted no time in proceeding with events.

“Kakita Aranador, present yourself.” Aranador bowed deeply to the envoy “I present to you your katana to be used in service to the emperor, and your writ of imperial service.” At this the envoy took a scabbard containing a katana, and an official writ from the courtesan, and presented them to Aranador. Quickly, the envoy repeated the process for each of the three women as well, and then departed.

Immediately after the envoy had left, the courtesan addressed the four samurai “Congratulations, there someone has finally said it. Those weapons were forged this winter past by master weaponsmith Kasuchi Kinono. None of them have seen the hand of a master, so each of you must forge your own legends for them. Present yourselves as samurai in service to the emperor to the daimyo of the school, then depart at once for the territory of the tortoise clan. There you may present your writ, and receive a riding horse and further provisions. From there, travel to the court of the emerald champion, where you will receive further instructions. On your honour.”

The four samurai gave the ritual response “On my honour” and with that the courtesan left. The four turned to regard the stranger that had appeared before, but he too, was absent.

“What do we do now?” asked Auzrael, her mind spinning after events moved so fast.

Aranador fastened the katana and scabbard to his side in the style of the lesser samurai, one who has not won the right to wear more than one blade. “I would suggest, we present ourselves to the daimyo as proper imperial samurai should when they enter the territory of another lord”

“Imperial samurai” Tashima smiled, as she also secured her weapon, in the style of the Matsu, the female Lion samurai of that family had their own distinct styling where the weapon is drawn over the shoulder.

Shui stood with sword in hand, while Auzrael slowly secured her own blade. Then Aranador moved over to the smaller woman, and showed her the correct way to wear the weapon, electing to demonstrate Tashima’s Matsu style for Shui as well. While Shui would probably prefer a shorter blade worn in the Scorpion style, behind the back, Aranador felt that the Matsu style would seem familiar yet more suitable for the full length blade of the katana. Shui found herself blushing as Aranador adjusted the strap which in turn drew the fabric of her clothes against her body. Her blush elicited a giggle from the other two girls – and this in turn a questioning glance from Aranador.

“What?” he asked, only to be answered by a titter of laughter from all three young women. He looked down at himself, and saw nothing out of place, and yet this action caused the others to laugh all the more. “Well, at least we are all in fine humour, but now is not the time, we should go to the Daimyo’s hall at once.”

It felt odd, to be treated in this manner. Suddenly Aranador was a samurai, and a samurai of the emperor at that. The courtier at the door of the hall scurried off to announce them while showing the deference and respect that were due a true samurai, and yet Aranador couldn’t help but feel a little – out of place. All his life he had known little jibes, and supposedly unheard comments about his birth and station.

The four samurai presented themselves as custom dictated, and were provided lodgings and food. In addition, each was advised they may take a suit of leather armour. While such armour was hardly grandiose, as samurai, they had the right to wear armour in public. The heaviest armour was typically reserved for nobles and lords, and for real battles anyway. There was no dishonour to the quality of the armour, the right to wear it at all was a significant honour. But even so, Tashima especially made a self note to have the armour embroidered and embellished. Appearance does matter in the court. For now though, the simple leather protection would serve well, and would be comfortable enough for traveling the few days it would take to reach the Tortoise clan holdings to the east.
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The four set off the next day, without fanfare or fuss, for the lands of the Tortoise. Each noticed that the other three groups of four were also setting out, and it rapidly became apparent that those groups were bound for different locations. And so with the morning sun warming their faces, the group set to an easy marching pace out of Crane territory. Traveling the main road was easy enough, and the imperial edict each held was all that was required to pass those few patrols and check points along the way.

The journey proved uneventful, with Tashima and Auzrael talking quietly about any number of things. Shui remained aloof at first, but was soon freely talking with her two companions as well. Only Aranador seemed uncommunicative, maintaining a polite distance while the three young women talked over the full range of issues that interest girls of their age.

Aranador found himself reflecting on his three companions. There hadn’t been much of an opportunity before now, things had happened so quickly it seemed. Each was a young woman of exceptional beauty, and Aranador reflected on the irony of how a young man such as himself might wish for such a situation. Yet when faced with it as reality, he realized that honour would permit no impropriety, and too, the thought of attempting anything improper made him feel awkward and clumsy. Better, he decided, to treat them as exactly what they were – his comrades in arms, and dismiss any other thoughts. Yes, honour, demanded no less, and besides, it would be easier on him – keep the butterflies out of his stomach.

The three women on the other hand, found the mysterious and aloof nature of Aranador to be some what infuriating. When he wasn’t around, they would discuss amongst themselves as to his origin, and what he might be thinking. When he was around, they kept their thoughts to themselves, but there was no doubt that he was attractive to each of them. On the other hand, each was careful to guard their words. Honour demanded they act with professionalism, and it would be easier if there were no – complications within the group. Besides, each of the women felt a close connection with the other, a sense of kinship and understanding.

It was only a matter of days before the group reached the holdings of the Tortoise clan, and there they presented themselves before the representative of the clan Daimyo. Their arrival was expected, and supplies and accommodation were awaiting them. In addition, each young samurai was presented with their riding horse. Unimpressive steeds, a far cry from the magnificent horses of the Unicorn clan, but at least a welcome manner in which to continue their journey north to the hall of the Emerald Champion. Each of the young samurai was a practiced rider, and had little difficulty in controlling their new mount. With the dawn of the new day, their journey continued.

Travel by horse was faster, and few patrols were apt to question mounted riders bearing arms, even ones with such plain attire. It was less conducive to conversation however, and the journey passed quickly, each of them content with their own thoughts for company.

Shui especially enjoyed this moment of reflection. Currently her journey was taking her further away from Scorpion territory, and on to a new life. Her despair at the thought of not winning a place in the emperor’s service had lifted, and was being replaced now with the hope of establishing a name of her own as a great samurai. She found herself trusting the other two women – especially Auzrael who seemed so much like her self in many ways. The other girl, Tashima, too seemed worthy of trust, an honest an open individual with a strong sense of pride. Each of them shared the dream of making their own name, and Shui would be proud for them to make it together. Even Aranador, with his cloudy past, Shui felt she could trust. He exuded a kind of aura of peace, conducted himself with utmost precision, and yet showed a sense of compassion. He was totally unlike the men of the Bayushi family, and the Scorpion clan. He would never put his own desire ahead of honour or the honour of other people. Shui smiled, feeling comfortable and in control of her life for once.

The Emerald Champion was the greatest of the servants of the emperor, and in these recent years had taken an increasing role in assisting in the running of the empire. As such the Champion was instead at the imperial palace, and the former Emerald Champion remained in this residence, although too old now to be more than a distant administrator over what was effectively imperial land. The land itself was well tended, and cared for by a large number of serfs. The Emerald Hall was a beautiful structure of green panels and polished wooden framing. Again the arrival of the four was expected, and they were ushered in to present themselves to the castellan of the Emerald Champion.

“It is an honour to receive the servants of the emperor to this hall. We bid you welcome. You will each be shown to your guest room to refresh yourselves. You will all attend training tomorrow. Our Dojo’s sensei is keen to see what new blood the emperor commands.” With this, the presentation concluded, and each young samurai escorted to their own chamber for the night.

Aranador was just setting his sword to the stand beside his sleeping mat, when there was a gentle tap at the door. Sliding it open, he was surprised to see a geisha standing there. “Ahh, may I help you miss?” he managed to say.

“Excuse me fine sir, I was asked to see if you required any company this evening?” Her voice was soft and musical, and her face painted in a manner that accentuated her eyes and delicate cheek bones. Her body – though concealed behind the colourful robes, was clearly slender and delicate. Her mannerisms were at once coy yet shy. “Sir?” She prompted again when Aranador made no immediate reply.

“What of my three companions, are they too, being made the same level of offer as I?” he asked, not sure exactly why the image of that should fill him with a sense of jealousy.

The geisha looked surprised at this “Of course not sir, why would they?”

Aranador nodded once. “Thank you for your generous hospitality. I can not accept such a gift however, in the name of solidarity to my companions.” He then softened his tone, and allowed a smile to show for the young woman before him. “Were I to sample your company, and drown myself in the wonders of your eyes” At this the girl looked away, though he facial make up masked the slight blush that came to her “while my companions remained cognizant of only our purpose, then I would be less than that I would wish for myself. Thank you, may the stars of heaven shine brighter for your sweet smile”

The girl stood there a moment longer, then perhaps a little boldly, quickly placed a kiss on the cheek of Aranador, before returning to whence she came. Aranador closed the door again, wondering exactly how much time and effort goes into all that make up.

The next day, the four samurai of the emperor attended the Hall’s dojo for morning training. They were greeted by the sensei of the dojo, who critically appraised the newcomers. “I can not say I approved of the methods used to select the winners of that little contest, although I don’t doubt the wisdom behind it. There is more to victory than steel alone. Still, I can not wonder how good you really are. Come, today we will have you spar with the students here”. The four young samurai bowed and moved to the sides of the dojo, waiting to be called to show their skill.

Each of the four were called in turn, to face one opponent in an Iaijutsu duel. Aranador was called first, and defeated his opponent with a well focused and lightning fast strike. Auzrael was next, but failed to draw her weapon before her opponent’s guard was up. Even so, the crane style of fast draw allowed her to strike first, and her weapon swung true, connecting with the full length of the weapon empowering the blow, knocking her opponent down. Shui was next called, and even though she lacked the quick draw training of her crane trained companions, she completed her draw and made her strike before her opponent was ready. Her blade struck her opponent a particularly nasty blow across a nerve point, and dropped him. Finally it was Tashima’s turn. With all three of her companions demonstrating their skill, Tashima felt a curious need to perform to her best. But she didn’t let this distract her, and she felt herself slide deep into the meditative focus needed to deliver a powerful strike. Her opponent proved too slow, and Tashima’s practice blade, once dragged free of its scabbard, cut through the air with a whistle, slamming into her opponent with serious intent. The blow knocked her opponent clear out of the fighting ring with the cracking sound of ribs collapsing from the blow. Her opponent was down and showed no signs of movement.

Fortunately the rapid attention of the Dojo physician saved the other student from what could have been a fatal injury, but it seemed certain he wouldn’t be practicing again for a few weeks. Tashima looked at her wooden weapon with amazement. She had felt the power of the blow, felt the inner ki rise up for the moment, adding the weight of itself to the force of the swing. It was not a simple matter of strength, but something deeper. And it was not just something for use in formal duels either, but rather something that could be called upon to settle a real battle with one mighty blow. By the same token, she realized that if she couldn’t master the speed that Aranador and Auzrael both demonstrated, then an opponent could easily best her by bringing such a powerful strike against her before she could hope to respond. She resolved to learn the art of the quick draw.

Aranador on the other hand, found himself wondering about the fighting style Shui demonstrated. It was not the strike of a focused moment, but a deliberate and aimed assault to a particularly vulnerable point on the target. Or so it seemed. If Shui hadn’t managed to act so quickly ahead of her opponent, it is doubtful she could have made such a careful strike. If it wasn’t an accident – but something in the back of his mind was saying that the strike point was exactly intended. Perhaps this was a Bayushi technique every bit as dangerous as the Iaijutsu focus on which so much of the Crane style was based.

Their collective dominance of their individual bout won a measure of respect from the sensei of the dojo, although all knew that they were novices fighting amongst novices. But it was clear the potential that they all possessed. “Yes, I see the wisdom in the emperor’s choice. So young, but heroes must be young once. Come, join us in the morning rituals”

Later that day, the four samurai were summoned to the court of the Emerald Champion, and there they were presented to an elder of the Phoenix clan. “Young samurai, I now present you your tasking. On your honour, you are to carry it out in the name of the emperor”

“On my honor” the four replied as tradition dictated.

“Very good” the phoenix elder continued. “You will travel to Ryu Bannin Toshi, and there demand supplies for the next part of your journey, which will be through Kiken Roka and on into Phoenix territory to Toshi no Omoidoso. There you will present yourself and request passage through Phoenix lands before traveling to Kyuden Isawa itself. There, you will deliver this,” at which point a functionary set a small wooden box at the foot of the phoenix, “to the sorcerer Isawa Omni Kenwarra.”

The elderly phoenix then opened the box and withdrew a beautiful jade cylinder, stopped at each end with an ivory cap. Its delicate walls were intricately carved, and thin enough that the light played through the fragile cylinder. “This is a scroll case, of rare value. It is to be afforded the value of all your lives. Do you understand?”

“On my honour” again the reponse demanded by tradition.

“Very good. From here how you proceed is at your discretion, but do not delay unnecessarily. May you serve the emperor well.” And with that, the Phoenix turned and walked from the chamber, leaving the jade scroll case resting on the corner of its carry box. With tentative movements, Shui moved forward and plucked the delicate object from its perch, and placed it safely and securely within the box, closing and sealing the container. She then held out the box to Tashima.

“Perhaps you should hold this” she said.

Tashima took the box as one might accept a package marked ‘danger, do not touch’ and held it outstretched for a moment. She sighed “Well, it should be Ok as long as we keep in in its carry box, right?” None the less, she opened the container again and added a few extra strips of cloth to cushion the case, before closing the box and wrapping that too in cloth. “Better safe than sorry, right?” she mused. The others nodded in agreement.

As the four made their way to the town of Ryu Bamin Toshi, they reviewed what they knew of the treacherous pass, Kiken Roka. Rumoured to be haunted, and said to be home of goblins and even ogres, it was none the less the fastest route into Phoenix lands. Toshi no Omoidso lay at the other end of the pass, and would no doubt watch for any signs of fiends leaving from there. The Phoenix castle of Kyuden Isawa was then a considerable way into Phoenix territory and would be many days travel north, although the lands there were civilized and friendly. The dangerous part of the journey was surely the pass itself and its goblins.
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The group arrived at Ryu Bamin Toshi without incident, but then found themselves at a loss. Their instructions were to demand supplies to cross the pass, and as imperial samurai, they had that right. None the less, the use of that right seemed out of character to each of them. They elected to approach the bailiff of the local garrison, and state their case. It was Auzrael who spoke with greatest eloquence, and took control of things, smoothing the process after Tashima made a blunt and vaguely threatening demand for the needed equipment. Fortunately there was often a need for imperial forces to acquire such supplies, and they proved readily available.

But even this fostered another problem. Aranador sat looking at the field kit he had been provided with. While up until now the group had needed little more than travel rations, and could stop overnight at inns and rest stops along the way, travel through the pass would afford no such luxury. The young Kakita man had a fair idea which end of a cook pan was for the food, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to combine the various quantities of rice and dried meat to produce something edible. There did seem to be a logic in how the iron rations were packaged though. As long as they could find fresh water every few days, he was sure they wouldn’t starve, probably because the goblins would find them first. He sighed and packed the travel kit away again into their saddle bags. He wasn’t afraid to try anything, and being of extreme intelligence, usually managed to work things out. Hopefully something as simple as cooking food would also come to him. Hopefully.

After having their horses re-shod for the mountain journey, the four samurai rested for the evening at a small inn. Tashima and Auzrael began talking about what challenges they might face in the pass ahead. It was at the point when Tashima was declaring that they hoped they actually did meet an ogre, when Shui finally piped up and said “I cant believe you actually want to get into a fight with an ogre! Those things could squash you flat in a moment you know!”

Tashima was about to comment on Shui’s lack of spirit, but Aranador interjected first. “Shui is right about one thing, we don’t want to meet an ogre. We have a mission, to deliver the scroll case. We don’t have time to go seeking out trouble just to play heroes. Now lets get some rest.” Tashima frowned, but kind of realized the logic in what was said. Still, they didn’t have to go looking for an ogre, it was fine by her if an ogre came looking for them. With a wry smile, she collected the carry box and went up stairs to her little room at the inn. The other three members followed suit shortly after.

Auzrael found herself reflecting on the most recent events. Today, negotiating with the bailiff for the travel packs replayed in her mind. It probably wasn’t really needed to go through quite such a protracted negotiation, but after Tashima’s poor initial attempt to demand the items rubbed the man in all the wrong ways, it was certainly a good idea to lay on some thick diplomacy. She congratulated herself on her skills. And yet, before when Shui seemed to about to have her head taken off by an over eager Tashima, well, Aranador displayed quite a bit of tact and diplomacy too. She didn’t think about it at the time, but he was quite the smooth talker, and somehow his words radiate serenity too. Actually, she mused, there was a kind of gentle aura about him all the time, a sense of peace and well being that almost radiated from him. And it wasn’t just his good looks or polite manner either. Auzrael stopped her line of thought there. She was simply reading too much into the man. She reminded herself of his background, and tried, with out too much success, to stop thinking about him.

It was the middle of the night when Aranador woke to the sounds of muffled thumping and banging about. Slipping on a light gown, he stepped out of his room onto the landing, and pinned the source of the commotion as emanating from Tashima’s quarters. He rapped quietly on the door, and was rewarded with a slightly audible gasp. He called softly through the door “Is there something amiss?”

From within the room, there was the sound of shuffling, and shortly after, a reply “No, no. Everything is fine, just a moment.” A moment later there was the sound of the door being unlatched, and Tashima opened the door. She was also wearing the light gown, and with her hair tousled and out of place, seemed clearly agitated. “The scroll case – its, its gone” she admitted at last.

Aranador looked at the young Lion woman in front of him. There was no doubt that she was badly upset, and just managing to maintain a demeanor of professionalism. For a brief moment, he felt as if he should offer her some consolation, but realized that such a display would ultimately impinge on the girl’s sense of honour. By the same token, recrimination could break her fragile demeanor. He decided to settle for a non accusatory but professional approach. “Well, you have searched the premises, but I am sure you have not simply misplaced it.” Striding across to the small window of the room, a quick glance revealed not only that the shutters were not secured, but that it was only a short reach to a lattice work that would provide a simple yet effective ladder. “I think it safe to assume, the case was stolen, don’t you think?”

There were a few moments of silence, then Tashima nodded, sat down on her bed, and asked “What do we do now?”

“We should do this quickly. It would be better if the others didn’t find out.” Aranador replied, gesturing to the window as he spoke.

Auzrael awoke from a hazy dream. While details were already fading away, she reflected on the fleeting impressions of being laughed at. She recalled accusing Aranador of something, deriding him for his low birth, but in her dream, the shame of this fell not on him, but on her. The other two, Tashima, and Shui had stood by him, and laughed at her. Auzrael frowned in the darkness. Was she that insecure that her dreams could haunt her so simply? On the edge of hearing, she heard a faint knocking sound. For a moment, she thought she was imagining things – perhaps still half dreaming, but a soft murmur of voice and the sound of a door closing told her otherwise.

Slipping out of her bed, she hurriedly donned her traveling clothes and slipped the leather cuirass on. She wasn’t sure why exactly, but she felt the need to be properly attired, and armed. With this sense of foreboding, she gathered her sword, and slipped to her door, taking care to move with some measure of stealth. Unlatching the door, she slipped out to the landing.

“What do we do now?” “We should do this quickly, it would be better if the others didn’t find out.”

Find out what? Auzrael could see the doors to Aranador’s and Tashima’s rooms both slightly ajar, with the soft voices carrying from the latter. A hot feeling, a sort of confused anger seemed to sweep through her, and she impulsively wrenched the door wide. Beyond she saw the two of them. Tashima was sitting on her bed, while Aranador was standing over by the window. Both of them were attired in light gowns, and the soft light of the moon through the window seemed to silhouette the young Kakita man’s form through the fine material. The image stopped her for a moment, as her mind tracked the strong lines of his legs. But she quickly shook her mind out of that. “Didn’t find out what, exactly?” she asked in a level tone.

Tashima lowered her eyes, while Aranador sighed. He said “well, we are a team, perhaps better we work as one. Auzrael, would you go fetch Shui. Have her dress ready, as you have. Tashima and I will do so as well. We will assemble in your room shortly, and discuss what must be done.”

Auzrael found herself moving to obey. Aranador had a way of speaking with a gentle voice that none the less didn’t so much command, just iterate how things were to be. As she reached Shui’s door, she found her mind racing. What was going on – were those two up to something? But what was all this about working as a team, that certainly didn’t seem to follow her other line of thought. She knocked on the door, and quickly roused Shui, before returning to her own room, to hopefully find answers to the questions swarming in her head.

A few moments later, all four were ready and present in Auzrael’s room. It was Tashima who outlined what the problem was. “So it seems, someone has decided to rob us. We need to act at once to track the thief.”

Shui balked, and spoke, “And you thought to start running about, following what you guess might be the path your thief took? No, we need to use more than blind action.” The others looked at her, waiting for her to expand on what needed to be done. “Well, first, lets review what events happened this afternoon, and think of when we may have given anyone any indication of what we carried. That indication might be verbal, or through our actions. Also, if there was anyone who seemed to pay us too much attention.”

The four of them began to recount the afternoon, and highlight any suspicious points. They concluded that beyond their conversations with the bailiff, there was no point when anyone would conclude they were carrying a valuable artifact. To accuse the bailiff would be to fly in the face of his honour and reputation, and cause no end of commotion, but it was Tashima who recalled that there was another present at the time, a militia private on cleaning duty. It seemed a slim lead at best, but it gave the four an objective to seek.
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Arriving at the night duty station, the four considered how best together the information they needed. It was agreed that tact was most important, so as not to tip their goal. Fortunately their collective station as samurai to the emperor lent them the authority to ask innocuous questions and expect a prompt answer.

“I have a slight inquiry you could assist with, show me the duty roster for the day just past.” Aranador’s pleasant tone and calming attitude met with prompt compliance from the watch sergeant, who located and handed over a duty bill.

While Aranador studied the bill, Auzrael asked a general question. “So, are the soldiers on duty quartered in the barracks?” The sergeant nodded in affirmation.

“We would like to interview this man” Aranador said, pointing to a name on the bill. “We believe he can help us in a small matter of recollection. There is some urgency so now would be a suitable time.” Although mildly phrased, there was a ring of command to his words that brooked no argument.

The sergeant shrugged, and after calling for one of the duty corporals to man the duty station, beckoned the four samurai to accompany him. He led them towards one of the small accommodation barracks.

Shui took note of how this particular barracks, located in the second row of the small buildings, was out of direct line of sight of the duty station and the majority of the sentry posts, and felt a slight shiver of concern. This was compounded when, on rounding the corner of the building, she noticed a figure sitting on the door step of the barracks.

“Good heavens Yuri, what are you doing sitting about after lights out? Had a nightmare?” The sergeant enquired of the young soldier.

“Ahh, Sergeant – Uhh, yes, I was having trouble sleeping, and thought the cool night air might do me some good”

Shui’s eyes widened as she saw the man, holding a small stone in his hand, reach backwards towards the metal hinge of the door. It was a small movement, but she judged it designed to signal those inside. “Stay your hand soldier” she called, stepping forward, but too late, the man struck the stone against the hinge.

Dropping the stone and standing in a submissive pose, the soldier said “I don’t understand, what ever do you mean?”

Tashima realized that something was amiss, and bodily hauled the man aside before crashing her boot into the door. It wasn’t bolted, and the latch parted easily. Beyond, there were slight sounds of shuffling, but she couldn’t see anything in the gloom.

Aranador exhaled sharply “There, up the back on the right – stop them!” and with that he dashed into the barracks.

Auzrael turned to the sergeant “Call an alert, I want every member of this barracks accounted for” and she too dashed into the building, but stopped just in side. “I can’t see anything in this gloom, I need a lantern.”

Shui glanced about, and skipped quickly across to one of the paper lanterns that lit the outside area. She drew her sword, and swiped it cleanly through the cord that suspended it, catching it neatly as the colourful paper enclosed torch floated down. Turning, she saw the young soldier start to slide away, but before she could make a warning, Tashima spotted him and with a back hand swipe, knocked the young man against the wall and out cold. Shui quickly made her way back to the barracks and inside, lantern held high and illuminating the scene.

Inside were 6 double bunk cots, the last of which had been over turned. As Tashima entered the building behind them, Auzrael and Shui moved up to the overturned cot, and could clearly see a crude tunnel extending below it. Shui passed the lantern to Auzrael, and scurried down the hole. Once she was down, Auzrael dropped the light to her, the paper lantern floating down about 20 feet.

Tashima arrived and looked down, next to her the sergeant stood, an embarrassed silence his only comment. Tashima glanced at him “Interesting accommodations here” she said, then began her own climb down. Unlike Shui who made the climb look easy, Tashima approached the task without any skill or grace, instead making use of her stronger arms to lower herself. Auzrael followed, making the short climb with a little more finesse than the larger girl.

The tunnel sloped down slightly, and continued out of sight, although with the soft light cast by the lantern, that was not such an impressive distance. The three followed the passage for about 50 feet, before it intersected with some sort of underground aquaduct. Where as the other tunnel was rough hewn, this passage was of finished stone, and a small duct in the center of the floor carried a trickle of dark water. In one direction they spotted a gleam of light, and so set out that way.

The passage again branched, this time a four way intersection. To their right was a clearly visible light, and they headed quickly towards it. Ahead they could hear the splashing of many feet and hurried movement. They quickly caught up with the light, only to find it was Aranador. In his hand was a glowing stone, the source of the light.

“That’s handy, where did you get that?” asked Auzrael. Aranador smiled, and passed the stone to her, then motioned them all to follow. Auzrael looked at the stone – other than the fact that it glowed with a pure white light about as bright as the lantern Shui carried, it looked like any common rock. Still it was a light in a place that would otherwise be black as pitch. She wasn’t really afraid of the dark, but she did prefer it if a light wasn’t too far away from hand. She hurried along with the others.

“There” Aranador whispered, and continued to move ahead. At first the others couldn’t tell what it was he was referring to, but they quickly came upon another rough hewn tunnel branching off the passage. A muddy footprint was evidence of recent passage.

Making haste down the passage, the four found their path blocked by a wooden door.

“Likely bolted or barred on the other side, but it will prove a futile obstacle, allow me.” Tashima boasted, and drawing her sword, took a ready stance before the offending door. With a resounding cry, she swept her sword out in an upwards arc, the powerful focus of her will driving the steel edge through the thin wood from step to lintel. Aranador immediately pushed through the halves of the door into the room beyond.

He was confronted by nearly a dozen men, all frantically trying to don armour or ready weapons. One close to him turned, brandishing a pole axe, but Aranador was ready, and moved with speed and precision. In the blink of an eye, he sundered the weapon, and as the head of the axe clattered against the floor, Aranador sheathed his blade and called out to the men in the room. “Enough, it is over. Set aide your weapons and stand over by that wall.” His three companions also filed into the room, Tashima with sword at the ready. Shui drew her blade as well, and stood next to Tashima. Auzrael moved up to stand by Aranador, keeping an eye on those to the sides.

“Well well, four little ronin, all so bold. You are outnumbered three to one my friends. Perhaps you should think carefully about what you do next.” The speaker was a tall man, wearing a chain hauberk and carrying a short sword in one hand and a dagger in the other.

“Ronin? We are samurai, samurai who serve the emperor you impudent vermin” snarled Tashima.

“Ahh, yes. The emperor, who disappeared years ago, poof, gone, never seen again. And no one has risen to take his place. Samurai who serve a non-person, sounds like ronin to me. Despicable, low life, masterless ronin. You have no right, no authority. Why, it is my duty to destroy villains like you.” The rogue’s words were clearly enough to bolster the courage of the other men, who began to edge towards weapons.

“The test of honour is in the blade, but I warn you only once, should my sword leave its sheath, your blood will flow. No man should seek to throw away his life.” Aranador’s voice was calm, like a river of ice through the room.

“Pathetic” grunted the rogue, and raised his weapons. There was a brief flash, and the man grunted slightly. Aranador’s sword was in hand, held extended outwards and slightly behind his body, as if ready to deliver a mighty sweep. There was an instance of silence, then the rogue simply collapsed, his head parting from his shoulders and rolling to one side.

“I say again, this is over. Step away from your weapons and to the far wall.” The tone to Aranador’s voice had changed, from ice to acid. It was filled not with malice or hatred, but an unspoken promise.

The men were frozen in indecision, until one took a step forward. Instantly Auzrael had her own blade at the ready, the razor steel hissing through the air, stopping a few inches away from the man, the point aimed square between his eyes. The man gulped, and slowly raised his hands to his head. With this action, the remaining men surrendered.

Shui quickly located their lost box, and ascertained that its contents were intact. The four were preparing to march the group of brigands out of their lair when the sergeant and a platoon of men arrived. The samurai handed the situation over to the militia, thanked the sergeant for his assistance, and took their leave, making their way back to the inn.

“You sure have good eye sight Aranador, I wish I could see so well in the dark like that” Shui’s statement was made without candor or intent, just a friendly comment, but Auzrael found herself thinking the same thing, and wondering just why he seemed so unaffected by the gloom. And that stone, the light from it faded after a few minutes, and as far as she could tell, it was now nothing more than a common lump. She would ponder this.

“That was good work on the door” Aranador said to Tasahima. Her feelings were mixed. It was just a door, it couldn’t fight back. She found herself envious that it was Aranador who struck down the leader of the bandits. Also, while she was relieved that the scroll case was recovered so swiftly, she still felt guilty for having lost it in the first place. There was no sense of blame from any of the others though.

Shui felt very pleased. The events just past were exciting, the stuff that real samurai should be doing. She was glad to be part of such a team, especially with Aranador, who seemed like something right out of legend, a noble and skilled samurai destined to make a great name in history. He had an aura of mystery about him too. She decided she wanted to know more about him, but couldn’t think exactly how to go about that.

Aranador didn’t really feel anything. Cutting down the bandit leader was the right thing to do, of that he was sure. In doing that he had averted a confrontation with the remaining men, avoiding a situation that may have seen injuries to his companions. He would reflect on the actions he took, and work out how he might have done better.

The remainder of the night passed without real incident, but none of the four slept heavily. With the crowing of the roosters, and the rising of the sun, the four made ready to depart for the entry to Kiken Roka, a short ways to the north.

As they were readying to leave, the bailiff came to them, offering praise and apology in equal measure. Aranador waved a dismissive hand, and said “On my honour, I seek only to complete the emperor’s will.”

“On my honour” the other three chorused. Then the group of samurai mounted their horses, and rode out of the township.
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It was midday by the time the four entered the pass proper. Ahead of them lay a journey of a few days during which they would be in mountainous terrain. For the most part, a crude trail sufficient for horses would pave the way, but a few points would require the young samurai to lead their steeds on foot. After a quick lunch of rice cake and an apple, the group began their assent into the mountains.

As the sun started to slide past the peaks of the surrounding terrain, Auzrael called to the rest, the first spoken word since lunch. “Perhaps we should set camp soon.”

Tashima didn’t even look back, replying “But it is hardly late, we can cover a bit more ground yet.”

“I suppose, I just thought it would be wise to set camp before the sun went behind the mountains. I think it will get dark quickly after that” was Auzrael’s response.

Shui agreed “Yes, after all we will need to forage fire wood, and set the tents, and I don’t want to be stumbling about in the dark – especially because I have no idea how to pitch this tent of mine.”

Tashima chuckled briefly at that. “Me either, but it can not be too hard, right. Still, we can not camp here, its not exactly flat. We had better press on until we find a site more suitable.”

The sun had all but disappeared before they spotted a rough clearing, the light already faded to twilight. Each rider hobbled their horse and set out a nose bag, then turned their attention to their own camp site. Aranador moved off to find wood for a fire, while the three girls took stock of their tents.

“Good grief, what are all these poles for? Who designed this thing” moaned Tashima, fiddling with the rods that were supposed to act as a frame for the tent. Without warning, one of the woven joints between the poles parted, and the poles separated from each other. “Oops, I don’t think that was supposed to happen.”

It seemed the others were fairing only a little better, but between them they managed to set up two of the little tends before Aranador returned with a stack of dead wood. In the rapidly dimming light, Tashima couldn’t tell his expression, but felt the need to offer some explanation anyway “I think my tent was faulty.” Aranador didn’t make a reply however.

It was agreed that a fire would be the best thing to achieve right now, both to hold off the rapidly cooling night air, and to give them some light to set up the remaining tents. Carefully they stacked up the wood, and Tashima knelt to strike a spark with the tinder kit from her pack.

After a few attempts, Auzrael got her kit, and began trying to strike a spark as well. The two women began bashing away with the steel against the flint. While they succeeded in creating a few sparks, it seemed that the tinder wasn’t about to catch. Shui giggled, and went to get her own kit, but as she tried to walk over to her pack in the deepening darkness, she managed to blunder into Tashima’s half set tent.

“Ow!” she called, as one of the bamboo poles snapped beneath her. “Oops, sorry”

“Was that my tent?” Tashima called into the darkness.

“If you could call it a tent. Why did you put it there anyway” came back Shui’s reply. “Hurry up with that fire, I can’t see a thing now.”

Aranador glanced up from where he was busy trying to set his own tent. “The horses and packs are off to your left anyway Shui.”

“Hey, Aranador, do you have any more of those magic light rocks?” Auzrael called out. “A little light would really make things much easier.” A moment later, a soft light appeared in Aranador’s hands, and then flew in a gentle arc over to Auzrael, who caught the glowing stone handily. She thought it was a pity it wasn’t a hot coal, she could use it to start a fire. A second glowing stone was tossed to Shui, who used its light to find her pack, and tinder kit. She then joined the other two girls in attempting to strike a fire.

Finally Aranador finished setting his tent, and came over to the would be fire starters. “Umm, what are you doing exactly?” With that, Tashima shot to her feet and shoved the flint and steel at Aranador. The other two girls stood as well, stepping back from the fire.
“I see” he said, and knelt to strike a spark.

Aranador spent a minute bashing steel to flint, producing the occasional spark, but again no flame. He tried holding the two items in opposite hands, and striking with different angles. It rapidly became apparent that he was not going to do any better than previous attempts, and both Shui and Auzrael again knelt to try their hand.

Tashima muttered “This is stupid. Back home, there was always a candle, or a coal, or something already burning. None of this smashing steel and stone.” She shivered in the cooling air. “I think it might be an idea to skip the fire, and just eat some trail rations. We can have a hot meal in the morning, when there is light to see by”

The others stood, agreeing, and went to dig out some of the travel rations intended for tomorrows lunch. Aranador noticed Tashima looking dejectedly at the wreckage of her tent. He moved over to her “Use my tent, I don’t feel the cold much”. Tashima looked towards the young man, but in the gloomy light between sun set and moon rise, she could hardly make out his face. It was a simple offer, but she found herself smiling at it. She checked her smile quickly, relieved that in the darkness, he wouldn’t have seen it. She offered a polite thank you, and moved off to join the other girls in their evening meal.

Aranador stood there a moment longer. Despite the darkness, he had seen Tashima’s smile quite clearly. He had always had excellent night vision, but this was something he couldn’t quite believe he saw. Frowning slightly, he decided he must have been mistaken, and turned to join the others. Still, he thought, it was a nice image, true or not it was worth remembering.

Aranador woke early the next morning to find a fine layer of frost had fallen. He had elected to sleep without benefit of a tent in any form, Tashima’s being rendered worse than useless. He rose and brushed the fine crystals from his cheeks and hair. When he had said he didn’t feel the cold much, he had really understated things. Cold didn’t seem to bother him at all, as a child he would play in the icy streams during winter with every bit of gusto that all the other kids would during the hot summer months. He went to check on the horses, and gave each a light nose bag to start their day. After that, he went over to the unlit camp fire, and sat to contemplate its mysteries.

Shui was the next to rise, and crawled out of the little tent to see the figure of Aranador sitting by the unlit fire. She moved over to him, and sat opposite, tucking her knees up to her chest to help stave off the slight chill that hung in the air. “No luck with the fire then?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Aranador focused on the young woman. She was still wearing her sleeping shift, and with her legs tucked up like that, managed to display quite a bit of her long legs. They were slender and delicate, with an even colouration. Aranador blinked and carefully focused on Shui’s eyes. “It is a little cool, don’t you think? Perhaps you should dress. I can have another go at the fire” He said evenly.

Shui shrugged. “Maybe, although the cool air is kind of invigorating, might help me wake up” she said with a slight laugh. “Did you sleep well? You didn’t get cold?”

Aranador leaned in towards the fire, and took the flint and steel in hand once more. “I was fine, it didn’t seem that cold to me” he said.

Shui wanted to ask more questions, but couldn’t think of a way to state them in an off-hand manner. She sat there a little longer, watching the young man fiddle with the flint. It was absorbing to watch his movements, precise and measured, she could almost imagine his thoughts as he sat trying to fathom the correct technique to produce fire.

For his part, Aranador found himself acutely aware of the young girls gaze. Focusing on the task of striking a fire helped him keep composure, but he found himself catching glimpses of Shui from the corners of his vision. She had the deep, dark eyes common to women of the Scorpion clan, and at the moment her hair, normally gathered back into a single plait, was instead hanging free.

The quiet reverie was broken by the sounds of Tashima, who it seemed forgot she was sleeping in a tent. Having made an attempt to stand up within the small structure, she now found herself tangled in her bed roll. Shui giggled, and rose from her place by the fire, then skipped over to help the Lion woman rise with a little dignity intact. Auzrael too, seemed roused by the commotion, and stuck her head out of her tent to see what was going on.

It took a short while for the four to stow their camp, during which time they had a cold breakfast, having once again failed to start a fire. By the time they were ready to resume their journey, the sun was clear of the mountains, and the day rapidly warmed up.

Auzrael found the resumed journey to be an exercise in tolerance. Her sleep the night before was not the most comfortable, having awoken with stiff muscles. She suspected he had managed to set her bed roll over every rock in the pass, and now could feel them again, reminders of why civilized people built houses and sleeping cots. She also found herself longing for a hot bath, both to relieve the aches, and to give her that clean feeling she was accustomed too. Auzrael grimaced to her self, scolding herself for being soft. She resolved to continue the journey without complaint.
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They were well up the side of the mountain when they heard a scream. The sound brought them all to a stop, and they looked to each other for confirmation of what they heard. Then Tashima spurred her horse, and sped further along the trail. The others quickly followed suite. While the trail was not exactly a good surface for hard riding, the four samurai handled their mounts well, and soon came to a point on the trail where it was obvious something big had slid off, and down the slope. Looking in that direction, they could see a smashed wagon a ways down in the gully, come to rest against a rock face. They could pick figures moving about it, and more hiding within the wreckage.

“Look, goblins attacking the wagon. We must help” Tashima cried. She surveyed the scene, but decided that taking a mount down the slope was a bad idea, so she dismounted and hobbled her horse. The others again followed her lead, and they began working their way down the slope.

It seemed as if at least two people were still alive in the caravan. The four samurai saw a hand reach up and yank a goblin arrow from the side of the wagon, then a figure pop up to shoot that arrow back towards the goblins, before ducking again behind cover. The defender’s action prompted a return fire of arrows, one of which struck wide of the mark, tearing into the covering of the wagon. This in turn prompted another shrill scream from within. It was hard to tell exactly how many goblins may have been present – perhaps as many as a dozen. It seemed some of the critters were intent on harassing the survivors, while a couple of others busied themselves with looting from some of the scattered crates and barrels lost from the wrecked wagon.

Having made no particular attempt at a covert approach, the four were noted by one of the goblins, who screeched a warning to his fellows. Two archers swiveled about, and each fired an arrow at the onrushing samurai. Shui nimbly evaded the feathered shaft that came at her, but Auzrael was a little slower, and the passing arrow scored a shallow furrow across the side of her leg. The injury was insufficient to give her any great pause, and the four continued their advance.

Four of the little humanoids rushed to meet the samurai, wielding an assortment of crude spears and spiked clubs. With a loud yell, Tashima slashed at a goblin, slicing through the opposition. Aranador faired equally well, and the two of them pressed on towards the small knot of bow armed fiends.

Auzrael misjudged her strike, but fortunately the return blow was stopped by her armour – the make shift spear proving insufficiently robust to penetrate the leather chest plate she wore. Shui fared a little better, clipping a goblin with her blade. The creature winced and fumbled its own swing. The two warrior women swung again, and scored good hits. The razor steel of the katana sliced through goblin flesh easily. The little creatures were inept combatants, and lacked any real skill in avoiding injury. None of the four young samurai could be called veteran, but at least they each had a measure of training in how to minimize the chance of sustaining a grievous injury.

Tashima ducked an arrow fired at her, then finished her charge, spitting the offending archer on the point of her sword. She spun to cut a second, who was taking aim at Aranador, but it ducked her blade, then completed its shot in a hasty attack. The arrow bit into the leather of his armour, but it lacked in force, and Aranador brushed the projectile away with his free hand, before swinging his sword in a great arc to similarly brush away the goblin archer. The other two goblins had their attention focused back on the caravan, and continued to fire at it. Their lack of attention made them easy targets for the two swordsmen in their midst.

Another goblin ran at Auzrael, swinging a club wildly. It slammed the weapon into her, driving the wind from her lungs. Fortunately the armour she wore absorbed some of the blow. She recovered from the impact, and made her own swing, but her opponent blocked the strike with its weapon. Suddenly it went slack, and Auzrael found herself looking at Shui, who had gotten behind the goblin, and driven her sword into its back.

The remaining goblins must have fled with what ever they had already looted, as the four samurai looked around for more opponents but found none. A quick search of the crashed wagon failed to reveal any hidden foes either.

With a groan, Auzrael sat down on a rock, with one arm gingerly pressed to her side. The cut on her leg was bleeding, with little rivulets of blood trailing away from it. Shui moved over to her “Are you alright? We should clean that up I think.”

Auzrael sighed “I think I will have a fair bruise tomorrow, but nothing broken. My water and first aid kit is back with the horses though.” Shui nodded and confirmed that she too had her kit back with the horse. Shui admonished Auzrael to stay still, and then scrambled off to fetch the needed items from back up on the trail.

Tashima was standing over by the young boy who had been firing back at the goblins. A lucky arrow must have caught him, because he lay still now, the feathered shaft jutting from his neck. She was taught that to die in battle was a glorious death, but she didn’t see any glory to dying from a goblin arrow just as help arrived. She considered her own fathers death, and again couldn’t tell what was glorious about it. She frowned, and went over to see how Auzrael was doing.

In the mean time, Aranador searched through the wreck of the caravan for more survivors, and presently came upon an old man cradling a baby. Clutching the man’s leg was a woman, little more than a girl really, with tear streaked cheeks. He concluded that it was this girl who had issued the screams that had alerted the four young samurai of the goblins. It soon became apparent that the babe in the old man’s arms was dead, possibly killed when the wagon smashed into the rock face. It took him a few moments to get any response from the two survivors, and then finally extract them from the wreckage.

By this time Shui had returned with the first aid kit, and a water skin. The three girls were fussing about how best to clean and bind the shallow cut to Auzrael’s leg. Shui had already dumped water over the general site of the injury, managing to splash Tashima in the process, who had promptly snatched the skin and retaliated with a healthy deluge of water that Shui had only partially avoided. Auzrael was in the process of scolding the two of them. Aranador moved over to them and tried to establish some semblance of decorum.

Things were just getting in order when a scream dragged their collective attention back to the young girl and the old man. To their horror, they looked on just in time to see the man stab a goblin spear into his chest. Aranador dashed forward, but the old man collapsed dead before the young samurai got close. He slowed his advance, then stepped up to the young girl, gathering her sobbing form into his arms, shielding her face from the grizzly sight. The old man had set the dead babe on the ground, and apparently in grief, taken his own life. Aranador found the image disquieting, yet couldn’t quite look away.

There was very little left in the wagon that remained usable, but the search also revealed two other bodies – another young man and a middle aged woman. They managed to piece together a little about what had happened from their observations and from a few broken phrases they coaxed out of the young girl, whose name turned out to be Ling.

Ling and her family were moving from Phoenix lands to apply for work in the imperial provinces to the south. It was a risk to take the mountain pass, and the tragedy had struck when the family was so close to completing the journey. Fortune had played a cruel prank. It seemed likely that there would be relatives back in Phoenix lands with whom the girl could be fostered, so the four of them agreed that they should escort Ling back there as they continued their own journey.

The macabre events placed a gloom over the group, and they returned to their horses in a somber mood. Each tried to maintain a cheerful exterior for the benefit of Ling, who walked about as if in a daze. Fortunately, Ling proved to be a more capable wilderness survivalist than the others, and demonstrated her knowledge of such simple things as striking a fire for the others. It was while setting camp that evening, and being witness to the bungling of the four samurai, that she finally seemed to come out of her black mood. Watching Aranador try to strike a flint even elicited a giggle from the girl.

That night, with the benefit of a fire, the four learned more about Ling’s past. It seemed that her own father had died a couple of years back, again from a goblin raid. Her grandpa was the man who was with her on the caravan. She had had many brothers, and uncles, but so many had died. There was still family to go back to though, and Ling surprised the samurai by being far more accepting of death and violence than any of them. She had lead such a different life. Ling just wanted to go somewhere safe for once, to escape the cycle of death.

Her pragmatic view seemed bleak, and yet, it gave Aranador a different perspective on things. He realized that if he couldn’t learn to accept that death will come, then he would become like the old man, eaten away by grief until finally he would choose death rather than face more pain. Aranador resolved to become stronger, both as a warrior, and as a man. He would face death, and not flinch. More importantly though, he would face death, and drive it away from those who lacked the skill and strength to protect themselves from its dark grasp.

Ling wound up sharing a tent with Shui, which was quite a squeeze in the small accommodation despite the fact that Ling and Shui were the two smallest in the group. Thus it was Shui who woke in the pre dawn dark to the sounds of the girl’s quiet sobbing. Apparently Ling wasn’t quite immune to the suffering she had endured after all, even in her dreams she shed tears. It didn’t take long for the sound to convince Shui that she needed some time to think out of ear shot. She carefully wriggled her way out of the tent, managing to avoid waking Ling.

Out of the tent, Shui could see the figure of Aranador by the camp fire. It had been allowed to die down, but small flames still flickered there, holding back the slight frost that sparkled here and there. The mountains seemed so quiet compared to the towns and cities, any sound that was produced by a night animal seeming to carry and echo, before fading back to silence. She padded over to the warmth of the fire, its faint crackle a susurration of sound that was sucked into the night.

She looked across the fire at Aranador, but he was either asleep as he sat, or in a meditative state. This late at night, the moon was high and cast quite a radiance across the camp, but its subdued grey light made things look so different. Aranador looked like nothing more than a stone statue, silent and unmoving, grey in the moon light. She shivered slightly – the night was cold, and reached her hands out to the warmth of the fire. After a moment, she added another piece of wood – careful not to disturb the coals there and create a shower of sparks.

Shui felt cold and alone. The fire was welcome, but the night drew away heat and sound, leaving her chilled. Aranador remained motionless as stone, and she found herself watching him, as if looking for a sign of life. Her vigil was rewarded as the man exhaled slowly, his breath condensing into a fleet mist that in turn was banished by the efforts of the camp fire. The hard light of the moon clearly defined the shadows and accents of the muscles in his arms and legs, further enhancing his statue like appearance. He looked so cold, and Shui found herself reaching out to confirm this. She stopped herself, and then consciously completed the action, curiosity driving her. As her fingers touched his fore arm, she found herself gasping involuntarily. His skin was smooth, soft, and warm – totally unlike the stony image she had created in her mind.

She withdrew her hand, and again surveyed the camp. She exhaled in a long sigh, and watched as her breath misted, and faded again. A shiver passed through her again, the night slowly robbing her of warmth. She thought about returning to her tent, but the idea immediately made her recall the despair that would be waiting for her there. Again Shui shivered, and she rubbed her arms vigourously. She looked back at Aranador, and softly padded over to his still form. Sitting down next to him, she hesitated a moment, then leaned against his side, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. She could feel the strength of muscle beneath his tunic, and the warmth of his body drove away her own chill, leaving a soft comfortable feeling. She shifted slightly, finding a comfortable pose, and in short order drifted back to sleep.
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The sky was just beginning to brighten when Shui found herself gently shaken awake. Aranador carefully shifted her into a sitting position, and looked into her eyes. “Are you OK?” he asked her.

For a brief moment, she found herself returning his gaze, wondering at the light colour of his eyes. Bayushi men all had eyes as dark as night – perhaps she was just seeing a trick of the dawn light. “I am fine. Sorry – I had trouble sleeping last night.”

Aranador nodded, breaking eye contact. “You should go check if Ling is OK, and get ready for the day.” Shui nodded, and rose to leave. With a trace of laughter Aranador told her retreating form “and next time, you should bring a blanket, it gets cold at night to be out like that.” He couldn’t see the blush this brought to her cheeks, but he could see her slender legs as she walked back to her tent. His eyes trailed her until she got there, but then a touch embarrassed, he looked away, back to the fire, as she bent down to access the tent.

A few moments later, Auzrael and Tashima emerged from their tents. Tashima had already gotten into her armour, and was ready to face the day, but Auzrael seemed to be having a little difficulty. The cut to her leg had already begun to heal, but she had bruises across her ribs and left side. Aranador noted the nasty purple discolouration which spoiled the fine skin colour. He was also acutely aware of the firm flat stomach that was on display. He stood and locking his gaze to her face, asked if she was alright. When she nodded, he turned and indicated he would go gather a little more wood for a breakfast fire, before striding off.

He had passed beyond hearing when Tashima leaned over to Auzrael and whispered “hmm, I think you embarrassed him.” Auzrael looked at the taller girl questioningly. “Showing off all this skin, I mean, really, the poor boy.” Tashima giggled, slapping Auzrael playfully on the belly. Auzrael winced from the slight blow, even as she blushed. “Whoops – sorry about that, forgot the bruises.” Tashima apologized.

It was while they had stopped for lunch that Tashima announced she was nearly out of water. The others agreed, and realizing that they were probably slightly less than half way through the pass convinced them that they would have to forage water. Ling recalled there being a spring a little way further along the pass, although it was off the trail. The group continued on.

From the trail it was fairly visible where the spring was, down in the gully below. The normal scrubby vegetation amid rocks suddenly gave way to an abundance of green which continued in a river of verdant colour down the slope. It was already late in the day, and a quick consensus was reached that now was an appropriate time to camp. The group was able to lead the horses down into the vegetation, the mounts seemingly eager enough, perhaps attracted by the scent of fresh water.

Tashima woke with a slight start. A disquieting dream fading away from her mind confused itself with the night sounds. She realized that she really could hear the sounds of – something. A snuffling sound and ragged breathing was coming from somewhere close to hand. Something was out there! Tashima forced herself to relax, lying as still as possible. Concentrating on her sense of hearing, she began to resolve other sounds as well. On the edge of hearing was the troubled snort of the horses. They were hobbled a little ways from the camp, but she could still hear their agitated breathing. The snuffling sound seemed to get closer, and then a shadow was cast across her tent, outlined in the moonlight.

The shape revealed was a dog, or probably a wolf. The shadow seemed huge, but Tasahima reminded herself that shadows could play tricks. None the less, she quietly reached for the reassuring touch of her sword, silently pulling it free of its scabbard. She continued to wait, trying to ascertain exactly what danger was present. Suddenly a new shadow appeared, it was a humanoid form. Tashima’s eyes widened as the shadowy image raised a spear. With a shriek she slashed out at the shadow. The blade parted the canvas of the tent and buried itself deep in the side of the goblin that was standing poised to impale her with its spear. In a tangle of bedroll and canvas, Tashima rose to a sitting position, wrenching her sword from the lifeless assailant. An instant later, a second spear plunged through the other tent wall, lodging into the mat where a moment before her upper body had rested.

The shriek caused Aranador to jerk awake from his place sitting by the fire. He immediately focused on the goblin poised in front of him, and he rolled to his right. Even so, the spear thrust that was aimed for his heart caught him on the corner of his left shoulder, tearing a bloody gash there.

Auzrael too snapped awake in response to Tashima’s shriek. In a fluid moment, she brought her legs up to her chest, and kicked upwards, catching the center pole of the tent along the full length of both feet, lifting the whole structure cleanly away. She used the momentum of the kick to carry herself into a handstand position, then with a smoothly executed kippup, flipped about to land on her own feet, flicking the tent away from herself. Landing in a crouch she spotted a goblin close to hand, the thing apparently in total surprise at her action. She found her sword in an instant, and freed it from its scabbard in a smooth motion that saw the blade continue on through the goblin, cleanly bisecting it. Later, Auzrael would find time to reflect that even with the pain in her ribs and the rapidity of events, she had managed to achieve the same focus she had been taught to seek when in a duel. Right now though, there was only time to fight.

Shui woke a little less promptly, and with a squeal, saw the spear point punch through the tent and down into her shoulder. Her squeal turned to a ragged cry of pain as the crude point didn’t so much pierce as grind and hammer into her. Ling woke and added her own vocal terror. With a wrench, the spear was withdrawn, and more from reflex, Shui executed a back roll, tucking her legs close to her chest within the confines of the tent before kicking back above her own reclining head and propelling herself out of the tent. The shoulder injury burned in response to the motion, but it was a small price compared to that asked of the spear as it plunged back into the tent, a scant width away from Shui’s departing form.

Aranador was on his feet with sword in hand in an instant. Behind him a second goblin was unprepared for the man’s rapid response, and Aranador decapitated it in one stroke, before turning again to catch the next spear thrust against the flat of his sword. He had a moment to survey the situation. Auzrael was clear of her tent and had sword in hand, while Shui was visible but lacked a weapon. Tashima was obviously armed, but had yet to escape the confines of her accommodation. Ling was not visible, but was clearly audible. And the horses, four dark shapes menaced them – wolves of some kind. Another two wolves were in the camp, as well as a half dozen visible goblins. Aranador forcibly pushed against the spear, then slashed the goblin, opening a fatal wound on the creature. He then began making his way to the panicked horses.

Tashima knew she was at a disadvantage. There was at least one more goblin trying to kill her, and she was bundled in a confusion of canvas and bedding. She began slashing wildly, trying both to cut her way into the open, as well as hold at bay her assailant. Another spear thrust came her way, but the blow was snagged in the rapidly shredding material of the tent. She caught sight of her attacker, and thrust through the canvas and into its chest, slaying it. Even as her blade sunk into her attacker, something else struck her, and snarling jaws tore through the cloth and canvas about her.

Shui’s sword arm felt numb, although her sword was back in the tent. Her shoulder screamed hot pain at her, but instead she concentrated on the two goblins that stood ahead of her. Keeping eye on them and their spears, she drew a small knife that was concealed in the folds of her clothing. While a true samurai would not make a habit of concealed weapons, a Bayushi girl of the Scorpion clan would do so as a matter of course. And in this case, it certainly seemed that its presence would be useful.

Auzrael grimaced – the bruises on her ribs complaining about the rapid motion, but at least unarmoured like this there was no chest plate to rub and bang against the injuries. This did mean that there was no chest plate to absorb any weapon strikes however. A mixed blessing then. She could make out the two goblins threatening Shui, so ignoring her pain, she charged towards one of them, extending her blade ahead of her, letting it drive through her target completely. The goblin never knew what killed it. The other goblin whirled to meet this new threat, and Shui wasted no time in taking advantage of the distraction. Although it was an off hand throw, she flicked the knife out towards the goblin, the small blade burying itself in the creature’s neck. It dropped with little more than a gurgle.

Aranador rushed up to a wolf and swung his sword in a giant arc, starting low to the ground and following through to a high guard stance. The blow caught the wolf squarely in the midrift, and a trail of blood followed the blade as it continued its arc. The animal yipped once, then rolled away from the strike and lay still. The other three wolves rounded on Aranador, and began to circle, growling and snarling. With the fresh smell of blood now in the air, the horses began to thrash and bray. Aranador hoped they wouldn’t break free and run off, but even that would be better than them being savaged by the wolves.

Tashima slashed down at the wolf attacking her, but her sword fouled in the shreds around her. She struggled to extricate it, when she felt the sharp pain of fangs tearing at her ankle. Grunting, she shifted her weight off the foot and onto that knee, dropping it onto the head of the attacking wolf. It squealed from this unexpected attack, the sound muffled by the rags and tatters of the tent. She got her sword untangled, and with a grim smile, plunged it into the wolf.

Shui called a warning to Auzrael just in time to let her dodge the snapping jaws of another wolf. She slashed back at the animal, but it jumped away from the weapon. Shui called into the tent for Ling to pass out her sword, but the girl simply continued screaming. Shui felt a little dizzy, and just wanted to sit down and catch her breath, but the battle was still raging, and a samurai would fight to the end. She went back to her tent to grab her sword.

Aranador backed away from the three snarling wolves. He didn’t feel any fear, nor really did the gash in his shoulder seem to give him any pain. There was simply a sense of readiness and expectation. He was content to wait for the wolves to come to him, or to give up and go away. There was no need to hurry. He held is blade ready and watched to see which of the wolves would act first.

Tashima finally extricated herself from the last of her tent, and looked about. She quickly spotted another goblin which seemed to have its attention focused on Auzrael. It was trying to advance on her unobserved. Well, that would never do, Tashima ran towards it and swung, but her hurried approach must have alerted it, and it ducked her swing. She narrowly avoided its counter strike, as well as that of a second goblin that she hadn’t spotted before. She inwardly scolded herself for rushing in before being fully aware of her opponents.

Auzrael fended off the next attack from the wolf, but again failed to strike it in return. To make matters worse, a goblin seemed to materialize from the gloom, menacing her with a long spear. She could see Tashima engage two more goblins, which would at least keep them busy away from her until she got matters under control.

Shui ducked into her tent – the sudden action eliciting another squeal from Ling. Shui gave her a smile full of confidence to mask the fatigue and pain she felt, and pulled her sword free of its scabbard. Ling’s eyes seemed fixed on the bloody shoulder wound, but Shui reflected that if she could still move the arm, then it couldn’t be more than a scratch. She didn’t try to look at the injury herself though. Back out of the tent, the sword in her hand felt like a mighty weight. She shifted her grip to both hands, and raised the weapon to a guard stance, wincing as her shoulder burned from the use. None the less, she began to advance in a defensive half crouch towards where Auzrael was fighting.

Tashima fumbled her next strike when she placed awkward weight on her injured ankle. Immediately the two goblins tried to take advantage of this, thrusting out with their crude spears, but the Lion woman let herself continue to collapse, carrying her momentum into a controlled roll that took her under the spear points and back to her feet. She changed stance to put the weight onto her good ankle, and hacked through one of the goblins threatening her. Her strong sword arm drove her blade through the wooden shaft of her opponent’s spear and on into its flesh, dropping it handily.

Auzrael found herself being harried by the short range jaws of the wolf backed up by the longer reach spear shaft of the goblin. She found herself giving ground slowly, fighting in a defensive manner until she could out position the combined assault. She spotted Shui, crouched low and concealed from the goblin’s line of view, so she took her next backwards step at a diagonal to lure the goblin forward within range of Shui. The Bayushi girl saw the opening, and stepped up to the creature inside the range of its own weapon. Her sudden appearance took the goblin unawares, and she dragged the edge of her blade across its throat in an economical but highly effective killing blow. The wolf reacted to Shui’s presence by spinning about, but in doing so gave Auzrael all the opening she needed to carve into its flank and kill it.

The three wolves menacing Aranador pounced as one. Aranador met one with the point of his sword, and deflected the jaws of another with a well placed kick, but the third nipped his shin, the bone there preventing the animal from getting any serious mouthful of his flesh. Aranador pulled the sword from the first wolf and slashed the blade against the second, cutting a gash in its head and blinding it in one eye. The third wolf however, leaped up, jaws snapping. Aranador was able to keep the savage jaws from closing on his body, but the animal raked his torso with ragged nails. With the canine trying to bear him down, Aranador found his sword tangled underneath it. This proved most unfortunate for the wolf, as Aranador rotated his wrist to aim the edge of the blade upwards, and drew the sword out from under the wolf, cutting into its soft and exposed underbelly. With that wolf mortally injured, Aranador pushed it away from him, and turned to the last threat, which snapped ineffectually in his direction, its accuracy ruined along with its eye. Aranador stabbed his katana into it to finish it.

The last goblin looked at Tashima, then across to Auzrael and Shui. Its nerve broke, and it turned to run, however Tashima wasn’t about to let it get far. With a whoop she stepped after it, her longer legs sealing its fate, and she drove her katana into its retreating back. She gave the blade a twist for good measure, then surveyed the scene to ensure that all threats had been dealt with.
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The battle was over. In the light of the moon, the pools of blood from the slain goblins and wolves seemed like puddles of blackness. Aranador went to calm the horses while Tashima searched around the perimeter of the camp to ensure there were no more surprises. Ling stopped her wailing, and crawled from the tent, sobbing slightly. Shui turned to look at her, and gave an encouraging smile, but then a shiver passed through her, as the cold night air finally exceeded the effects of excitement and adrenalin. The sword fell from her grasp, and she clutched her shoulder, feeling the warm wetness there. The pain suddenly seemed like an unending weight, and she sank to her knees, silent tears creeping down her face. Auzrael rushed over to her in an effort to do something for the injury.

Aranador finished calming the horses and was about to head back when Tashima came up to him after having completed her search for more threats. He noted that the woman favoured one leg, and noted the slight injuries around her ankle. “Shui is going to want to pour water on that” he commented.

Tashima laughed, then looked a bit more serious, noting the rips and scratches across his chest and shin, as well as the dark stain down the left arm. “She will probably want to drown you in the spring then. Are you OK?” She could tell though from the confidence in his stance that he would claim to be perfectly all right. She didn’t press the issue, and together they returned to the camp.

Shui was laying back with Auzrael and Ling tending to her shoulder. The injury was not deep, the impact having been halted by the bone where the collar met the shoulder. It was fortuitous that the goblin spears were not tipped by metal points. It would likely heal without complication, as long as the wound itself was kept clean. Ling again demonstrated practical knowledge on how to mend the body when there was no water shujenga around.

Auzrael’s tent was reset, but Tashima had effectively destroyed hers. It was decided that Tashima would share a tent with Ling this time, while Auzrael and Shui would share the other. Shui found herself inwardly grateful that she would not need to sleep with the sobbing of Ling. On the other hand, she found the crowded quarters of the tent particularly harsh on her shoulder. By the same token, any movement from her risked bumping Auzrael’s bruising. They found a mutually comfortable position, and attempted to remain as still as possible.

Auzrael, as an only daughter, had always enjoyed her own room. Now she found herself practically in the same bed as another woman, so close where the quarters in the little tent. The sound of Shui’s breathing, the little movements she made as she tried to keep the stress off her shoulder – it was all there, hazy through the little twinges of pain as her ribs noted every slight movement.

Aranador had told the others that he would remain awake for the remainder of the night. The idea of a sentry suddenly seemed so obvious to them all. Tashima had offered to take a turn, but he had pointed out that there was not too many more hours until dawn anyway, so there was little point in two people getting only an hour of rest. Besides, like them all, he had already had a good rest before the goblin attack.

Not that Tashima could really sleep. She lay there thinking about the events just past. It had been exciting. Not exactly graceful or stylish, and she had destroyed yet another tent, but by the same token, she had defeated her enemies all the same. She began to dream about herself as a famous general, leading armies and winning great battles. She lost herself in her reverie, and didn’t notice the near silent sobbing from the young girl next to her.

Dawn came, but Aranador made no attempt to wake the others, thinking that the extra rest would prove far more beneficial than what ever distance they might cover, especially if the travel would move them into the territory of another goblin party. He moved down to the small creek. The water was fresh and cold, but the young samurai found himself wishing it was a larger flow, suitable for a swim. He satisfied himself through splashing water across his face, and running wet fingers through his hair. He promised himself a proper bath the moment the opportunity presented itself.

Tashima was the first to wake, crawling from the little tent and donning her armour. To her satisfaction the injuries on her leg had dried out, and should fade away entirely before too long. She noted that the sun was already half way into the sky, and that Aranador had already set about tending the horses and cleaning camp. The bodies of the goblins and wolves had been removed, no doubt over to the side in that ditch. Even the blood stains had been scraped over with fresh earth. A neat bundle sat where her old tent had stood, the organized package belying the ruined tent it once was. Aranador himself was just returning from the spring with several waterskins loaded for the journey. If his shoulder was bothering him, he didn’t show it, although she did notice that the leather shoulder piece of his armour was only loosely fastened over the injury.

Tashima walked over to the Kakita man “Sit down and let me check that shoulder. If it gets infected, then I’ll have to start fetching the water, and that will never do” She ordered him. He shrugged, set down the water skins, then sat himself, slipping the shoulder guard of his armour aside.

Tashima pulled away the bandage, noting it had matted into place from dried blood. She clucked and muttered about bad patients, while carefully washing away the remaining blood. The cut wasn’t too deep really, but it was jagged, more a tear than a cut. She reflected that the injury may well leave a scar, and caught herself thinking what a shame that would be, to mar such a perfect example of a shoulder. She frowned inwardly, and began applying a fresh bandage. She could feel the muscles move under his skin as he flexed the arm slightly. There was certainly strength there, yet without the burly bulk men usually had. She decided she liked that, real strength without the need for overt display of it. She finished with the injury and stood “I better wake the others then.”

Auzrael and Shui were both the worse for wear, moving with careful slowness. Shui’s shoulder injury received a new bandage as well and seemed to be starting a healthy healing process. Auzrael donned her armour as normal, but Shui elected to use just the chest plate of hers, leaving the shoulder and arm pieces stowed. While it didn’t cut the fine image of a noble samurai, it was practical and a lot more comfortable on her injury.

The group made only a little progress on their journey that day, choosing to set camp early when a suitable site presented itself. Positioned in such a way as to present minimal approaches to the camp, the young samurai felt the site offered better security than they had previously achieved. Aranador and Tashima volunteered to fill the role of sentry through the night, with Aranador taking first watch. The group settled in for the night.

Tashima woke feeling well rested, and carefully extracted herself from the little tent without waking Ling. Feeling alert and refreshed, she decided she might as well take up watch from Aranador early, but she quickly realized that it was in fact late – Aranador had not woken her. Had he fallen asleep? Or worse? But a quick glance across the moonlit camp revealed the Kakita man swiping the air with his sword as he went through a training kata. He was good, there was no doubt, but at the same time his technique indicated he had not been formally drilled. There were little aspects, mostly ceremonial, that were not done quite right. On the other hand, his ability to quick draw the katana was clear, a hall mark of Crane duelists. Tashima mused that an intelligent fellow would pick up such things after having practically lived in the dueling school all his life.

Approaching Aranador, Tashima spoke softly “I think it is my turn to take watch.”

Aranador stopped his practice “I don’t feel particularly tired, you might as well rest.”

Tashima laughed “Well, I am not certain I could rest any further, we still have not encountered an ogre and I am raring to go.” She struck a pensive stance, looking at Aranador. “I know, lets run through some sword drill together. I really need to learn how to draw my blade and strike as one motion, and perhaps I might demonstrate something else of value to you. What do you think?”

Aranador paused a moment, then nodded “Very well, there are a few points of technique I am not sure of after all.” The two of them began a session of katas and discussion on technique. While sword fighting styles between the great clans had common elements, they also had their differences. Aranador had the strength to make use of the Lion clan style, which emphasized power and the use of two hands for striking blows, while Tashima had the speed to make use of the Crane style, which emphasized mobility and balance.

Finally, the pair of samurai halted their training session. Aranador turned to Tashima and said “Thank you for that, it passes the time in a most enjoyable manner. I would do this again one day. But now, I think a short rest before tomorrow’s travel would be wise.” Tashima nodded, and with that, Aranador moved over by the coals of the fire, and struck a meditative pose. To Tashima, it seemed an odd way to take rest, but she knew that many monks would only ever use meditation as a source of rest. He looked peaceful enough, the cold light of the moon and the warm glow of the coals highlighting his features in a tattoo of muted colours. She looked away from him to find activities to pass the watch, eventually settling for some additional sword practice.

With the morning sun Auzrael rose much improved, and joked that today it would be all right to meet Tashima’s ogre. Shui didn’t quite agree to this, but the medicated bandages from their travel kit did seem to be helping her shoulder heal. However, possibly to Tashima’s disappointment, there were no ogres that day.

Auzrael found herself on first watch, although she was due to wake Tashima once the moon crested the surrounding peaks. It meant she had the darkest part of the night to fill the role of sentry, and found little comfort in the flickering flames of their camp fire. Aranador sat there meditating, but was unresponsive, he might have been thousands of miles away. Auzrael found her thoughts wandering randomly, as she waited for the light of the moon to signal an end to her vigil.

But it was another light that caught her interest. A faint flickering, with an eerie green tint, was increasingly visible down the slope. She squinted her eyes, but failed to make out any detail. The light seemed to come from a fixed source, although it did dance as one might expect from a flame. She watched it for a while, before finally her nerve broke. She moved to where Aranador sat.

“Aranador” she whispered – her voice a mere croak barely audible to herself. She was about to repeat the name with some audible tone, when the Katika man opened his eyes, and focused them on her own.

“Yes?” he asked. Auzrael wondered if he had really been asleep at all, or meditating, or what ever. She explained about the odd light, and Aranador rose to take a look.

He peered down into the gloom of the gully “I see it, seems to be coming from a cave of some sort. I can not tell because the entry faces away from us.” He made a pensive hum, and continued “Notice how the plants around the light are all withered? I have a foreboding about this place.”

Auzrael certainly couldn’t see any plants down there, it was all too indistinct to her, but the way Aranador uttered the word foreboding sent a shiver through her. “Should we investigate?”

Aranador considered this “No, it does not concern us, as long it does not deign to bother us, we should return the favour. Let the dead rest. Just keep an eye on it, and point it out to Tashima for her watch. We can decide what to do about it with the light of the sun.”

Auzrael was surprised by this line of thought. It was logical, but seemed to lack adventure. She wondered how she would explain the decision to Tashima, who would certainly want to investigate, and find any ogres lurking about. Aranador had already returned to his meditation. Auzrael shook her head, and again peered down at the strange light.

What seemed like only a short time later, the strange radiance seemed to fade, then the silver light of the moon flooded the area. Auzrael shrugged, and went to wake Tashima. She explained that she thought she saw something down the gully, but didn’t see any threats, and left things at that. Tashima agreed to keep her own eye on the area.

Come the morning, Tashima seemed a little annoyed that Auzrael had not described the something she saw as an eerie light. She pretty much demanded that they investigate, so Tashima and Auzrael both scurried down into the gully while Aranador set about breaking camp. The two women returned after a short search, they had found a shallow cave, with dead vegetation around it, but no other points of interest. This was a mystery that would remain secret for now. Tashima was left to speculate as to the answers, but the group had a task to fulfill which came ahead of curiosity and nebulous intrigues.

The next two days passed without incident, and Ling informed the group that they would soon leave the pass, but that it was this last segment that held the greatest population of goblins and their ilk. Apparently the jagged slopes and peaks of this area held many deep cave systems that made an excellent lair for the creatures. Fortunately, everyone had healed well enough with the passage of time to be in fighting condition. Even Shui felt comfortable donning her armour and swinging her sword arm, although she favoured the two handed grip that kept some of the weight off the near healed injury. The group pressed on – with luck they would reach the open plains and therefore the protection of the Phoenix border garrisons in short order.
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It was inevitable that there would come a final showdown with the denizens of the pass, fate demanded it. It was Tashima who first commented on how the sudden deterioration of the rocky trail seemed tailor made for an ambush. Shui pointed out the freshness of the soil – recently disturbed. And finally Ling confirmed that the haphazard obstacle course of rocks had not been present when her doomed family wagon had passed in the opposite direction. Aranador bade everyone dismount, and indicated that he and Shui would proceed as vanguard, while Tashima and Auzrael would proceed on the flanks, the four acting as a screen for Ling, who would lead the horses. To assist the young girl, the horses were blinkered and their bridals lashed to create a train. Then with weapons drawn, the group moved into the rocky field, alert for danger.

It was Shui who first pierced the veil of camouflage that their foe was relying on for surprise. Two more steps, and she stabbed her blade into the ground.

The shriek of pain was clearly not the call to act that the ambushers were expecting to hear. Shui’s sword punched into the body of the goblin, which issued its death cry forcibly. It was crouched hidden in a shallow ditch concealed by a dirt strewn tarpaulin. Now various other hiding places revealed themselves as goblin attackers reacted to the wailing. Shui had stolen the element of surprise from them, and the battle was joined.

Bereft of the advantage of ambush, the goblins faired poorly. The samurai reacted with lightning reflex to the emerging enemies, each dispatching a goblin before they could defend themselves. The rapid dispatch of four of their number clearly demoralized the remaining enemy, and the goblins began a hasty retreat, which rapidly turned into a full rout. The four samurai were not in a position to give chase even though Tashima clearly wanted to. Instead they focused on clearing through the ambush field and back to the trail. It seemed wise to get well away from the area before the fleeing goblins returned with reinforcements.

As they exited the rubble strewn section of the path, it became apparent that their haste had achieved little. Ahead of them a small crowd of goblins stood around a single much larger figure. The ogre bellowed a mighty roar, chorused by the shrill cries of the goblins.

“Finally” Tashima said, and with sword at the ready, moved to meet the threat. Auzrael and Aranador looked at each other, and with a slight shrug, they moved to a position on either side of the Lion warrior. Shui sighed, told Ling to stay with the horses in the rocks, then moved to join the line of her companions, falling into position next to Aranador.

Although outnumbered four to one, the samurai had the advantage of skill and equipment over the skittish goblins. It was the ogre that represented the biggest danger. One swipe from its massive club could crush a human if the blow caught squarely. Tashima had already decided that victory would hinge on the successful use of the principle of Iaijutsu. Unlike a formal duel in that style, Tashima hoped to achieve a successful Issen – a fatal strike made at the instant the opponent attempted their own attack. Tashima was confident she could react faster than the slow and bulky opponent she faced.

What Tashima had not counted on was that both Auzrael and Aranador were faster than her. Their blades flashed out at the ogre, striking along each flank. Aranador had some of the impact of his blade deflected by the crude bone armour the creature wore, and his blade left behind a bloody gash, but Auzrael managed to slip her blade past all protection, carving up the side of the creature, then in a reverse stroke, burrowed the point of her blade into the ogre just below the pit of its arm. It was a critical injury, and as she withdrew her blade, the ogre fell heavily with a gurgling noise.

Tashima wasted no time in pushing past the fallen ogre and into range of a goblin. Her own weapon struck with the force she had been readying for the ogre, and the diminutive goblin was cut cleanly in two.

Shui was the only one of the four who did not seize the initiative, instead her first action was to dodge two clubs swung at her. She evaded one completely, but took a grazing blow to her knee. Noting that Tashima had stepped out of line, Shui made a side step of her own to put a goblin between them. The moment it glanced back to keep a watch on the Lion samurai’s position, Shui slipped her blade past its guard, and as it turned back, she added its momentum to her own short thrust, piercing its throat.

Tashima was attracting the majority of the attention from the goblins. Perhaps the Lion’s share she thought as she ducked and dodged the blows leveled at her. But there were too many chances for a fumble, and she lacked the skill to face off so many attackers at once. A club crashed into the shoulder armour, mashing it into her arm. It was far from a serious injury, but it would leave a fantastic bruise. Fortunately the blow was to her left shoulder. Auzrael and Aranador, facing less opponents at the moment, fended off the attacks directed at them handily, then each chopped at a goblin in front of them. Aranador’s strength proved enough to slay his opponent, and he stepped over the body to draw alongside Tashima. Auzrael however simply wounded her foe. A follow up would be required when the opportunity presented itself. Tashima swung wide of her mark.

With the samurai in a close formation, it was difficult for the goblins to attempt to flank any one of them, unless they surrounded the four on all sides. They had the numbers, and this is exactly what they attempted to do, but they moved too quickly without regard for defense. Both Auzrael and Shui took advantage of this, cutting down a goblin each. But there were too many goblins, and neither woman had the finely tuned combat reflexes to take advantage of all the opportunities presented. As they were on the edge of their little line of battle, they both found themselves flanked by the swarming goblins. Fortunately they had prevented the group from being totally surrounded, but that would no doubt occur soon enough. Shui still managed to avoid being hit, but Auzrael received a blow to her still tender ribs. She let out an involuntary yip of pain.

Shui suddenly back flipped and tumbled away from her opponents. The move was executed well, leaving no openings for a goblin attack of opportunity. She positioned herself back towards the horses and over on Auzrael’s side of the line, perhaps as much to escape her own worsening position as to help Auzrael. It did mean she was on the blind side of one of the goblins threatening Auzrael, which gave her the perfect opportunity to strike a lethal blow. She didn’t waste the chance, and another goblin went down.

The goblin that Auzrael wounded previously now succumbed to a second attack, and Tashima corrected her aim, slaying her target as well. It seemed though it was Aranador’s turn to miss his target. He had natural talent, but his lack of formal training was yet evident. Both he and Tashima were struck by flailing clubs, although neither with sufficient force to knock them down. But it seemed the goblins had had enough. After swinging wildly, they began to run away from the samurai and their razor swords. It was no organized retreat, and each of the four tried to take best advantage of the fleeing goblins loss of defense, but only Auzrael and Tashima succeeded, bringing down two more of the craven critters.

“Sorry about the ogre, but I saw the perfect opportunity to strike, so I just did” apologized Auzrael. Tashima just shrugged.

They all heard the distant blaring of a horn. “I think now is the time to ride hard” said Aranador, wincing a little as he felt the area where the goblin club had struck home. The others agreed, and with Ling doubling with Shui, the group began to race along the trail.

In no time at all, they crested a last rise, and could see the plains of Phoenix territory ahead of them. Better, they could see the tents and flags of the garrison that guarded this end of the pass. The sounds of horns had stopped, and there was no sign of pursuit. It seemed that the goblins lacked any means to out ride horses. The group slowed to a canter, and made ready to be challenged by the troops of the garrison.

The local commander seemed unimpressed by the four imperial samurai, although he showed the proper respect. Likewise tales of goblin attacks seemed the norm for travelers coming this way. He did recall, however, the caravan that Ling had traveled on, and showed some genuine sympathy for the girl. An escort was arranged to escort her back to her farming village, and with that, Ling parted company with the four samurai. It was for the better, they all agreed, as their mission required them to reach the capitol of the Phoenix clan, not baby sit stray farm girls. Still, each wished her a safe journey, and privately offered a prayer to the fortunes for the unfortunate little lady.

From the border garrison, it was only a short way to Toshi no Omoidoso, where they were to formally request passage through Phoenix lands. Each wished for the chance to stop and rest, take a chance to recover from the rigors of battle, but diplomacy required they move immediately to the local principality and introduce themselves, then petition for their passage in these lands. The four resumed their horses and set out.

Toshi no Omoidoso, the City of Remembrance, had a history interwoven with the Lion clan, but in current day owed fealty to the Phoenix. Tashima would have liked the opportunity to explore some of the shrines and historical sites, but the group’s schedule would not permit this. They presented themselves to the hall of the local magistrate as custom dictated, and petitioned for right of passage into Phoenix territory. Each of the four were inwardly gladdened when they were informed that their petition would be formally answered the following day, and were allocated quarters within the governors residence.

Each of the samurai received the attention of a shugenja skilled in the healing of injuries. Here in Phoenix lands the arts of the shugenja were widely practiced, and even here on the edge of the territories the influences of this were highly visible. Lanterns glowed without flames, and chilled water was available in endless quantity. Yet this luxury was lost on each of the four, instead the young samurai found themselves seeking a training dojo.

The previous days events with the goblins had taught each of them far more than they could readily articulate, and each wished to capitalize on the experiences learned. Tashima and Shui had both resolved to learn the art of the fast draw, while Aranador wished to formalize his own training, especially with the katana. Auzrael found herself reflecting on her experience of having an actual foe to fight, and in so doing making realizations about the importance of action, reaction, and preaction. She hoped she might use this insight to help her gain the initiative over her opponents in battle. But the lessons learned were many, and it would take many days to assimilate them all. The group resolved to help each other learn them as they continued their journey to Kyuden Isawa.

That evening, Tashima submerged herself in a steaming hot bath. While the shugenja had already erased her injuries with their soothing magic, there was nothing better than the magic of a tub of steaming water along with a few lightly scented oils. The days on the trail had left her feeling distinctly coarse, and she set about restoring herself to a paragon of femininity. She found it odd that, as a warrior, she would value this little ritual so much. On a battle field, it surely didn’t matter if your toe nails were unkempt. But she was a woman as well, and with her Crane ancestry mixed with her Lion blood, she was as beautiful as she was strong. She smiled ruefully, thinking that men might fight to win her, and yet those same men may not even win a fight with her. She paused then, a curious thought crossing her mind. Would Kakita Aranador fight for her? And if so, would she actually want him to win? Would she even try to fight back?

The next day, the four samurai were refreshed and revitalized. Each was immaculate in presentation, their simple armour worn with pride as the perfect accessory to their blades that had tasted victory in battle. Of course, each realized that a handful of goblins was a small accomplishment compared to a Shadowlands army, but there would be time for that as well.

The presentation went smoothly, with Aranador eloquently conducting their request with all the appropriate marks of respect and protocol. Tashima, perhaps in good spirit after ablutions, also made an excellent presentation, even if lacking in all the full nuances of the court. Shui was impressive, although overshadowed by the other two. It was Auzrael who came away feeling awkward. Her presentation was everything expected, yet somehow she failed to capture the favour of the governor. Still, she would be granted her request, protocol had been followed and tradition would be followed. And to think she had won the Emperor’s Favour at that contrived contest. A surge of resentment swept through her. How can that illegitimate primate show her up like that. She found herself fuming as the four made ready for their departure.

Auzrael’s bad mood continued into the evening, and when the four stopped to lodge for the night, She deliberately kept separate from the others, who began a group training and practice session. There was no denying that Aranador was becoming a better swordsman from a technical point. Combined with natural ability, he would be a mighty warrior. Again she felt a hot wave of emotions, this time jealousy and envy.

Late that evening, Shui came to Auzrael’s room. She knocked politely, and was bade enter. “We missed you at practice today” Shui said.

Auzrael shrugged “I am sure that my absence was hardly detrimental, Kakita Aranador is knowledgeable in the Crane style of the fast draw, he would have been able to teach you something of its art.”

“He is a good teacher, and also a worthy student, he absorbs Tashima’s lessons on sword play quickly. But that is not what we missed Auzrael.” Shui’s words were not supposed to offend, but Auzrael did find herself feeling angry after hearing that her skills really weren’t missed duing the training session.

“If you missed having an extra sparring partner in order to keep the teams even, then I am sorry” Auzrael snapped. “I am sure you didn’t need me simply to offer encouragement, or to harp praise on Aranador’s skill either. And don’t speak of solidarity or team spirit. We are all samurai to the emperor. That is where our loyalties are, not to each other. We work together simply because we must. And one day, our paths will part as per the design of the imperial court, much like they first came to cross.”

Shui was silent for a moment, then rose with cat like grace. “The Bayushi ninja are taught that their loyalty is to their master, and that even in a group, you work alone, although it might be towards a common goal.” The smaller girl turned, but paused when close to the door. “Aranador knows you don’t like him, and it upsets him. Oh, he hides it well, and never lets that stand in the way of his actions.”

Auzrael spoke in a non interested tone “It is not my problem if it upsets him. He should be quite capable of dealing with it.”

Shui was introspective for a moment. “Maybe, but I don’t like to see him upset. He simply does his best. Its not his fault if his best is better than what I could hope to achieve.” Shui said.

“I am not jealous of his ability, he is an illegitimate upstart. He has no place in court. He shouldn’t have the right to a katana at all.” Auzrael grumbled.

“I see.” Shui said in a soft voice. “I should go. We must all ride tomorrow, together until our duty separates us.” And with that the Bayushi girl left Auzrael alone.

Auzrael sat a while longer. “I am jealous” she finally admitted.

Shui walked back to her own accommodation full of mixed thoughts. She was a little upset about this tension within the group, within her surrogate family. At the same time, she found herself feeling relieved. With that moment she had awoken in the mountains in Aranador’s arms, she had finally found a feeling she had been missing all her life. It was a sense of security and gentle warmth. She wondered if she might capture that feeling again, and keep it for ever. But since then, she had found every time Aranador looked at on of the other two girls, or worse, every time one of them looked at him, a slight feeling of loss would spark in her mind. Was it jealousy she felt? Shui didn’t really think so. Perhaps she just dreamed an impossible dream, and didn’t wish to see anything that would truly banish that dream from her. Shui sighed, and settled for the night.
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The next major point of call would be Mori Kage Toshi. The group would not be sticking to the imperial highway that would have led them through Kyuden Agasha. Instead they would travel through lightly inhabited regions in a relatively straight line, hoping to save a few days of travel time. This would mean at times the four would not be able to stop and demand lodgings, but they had all now enough basic knowledge to set a camp. The terrain here was benign enough that there was no real concern or danger in doing this.

But their travel was marked by a subtle gloom. There was little real banter amongst them, and while Auzrael once again joined with the rest in sparring and practice, there was still a sense that nothing had really changed.

Especially from Tashima’s point of view – She had failed to notice the subtle change in attitude between Aranador and Auzrael. Tashima had simply put the slight gloom down to the feeling that their journey would soon be over. “Hey everyone, cheer up” she admonished. “Once we deliver the scroll case, its not like we will be split up and each go our own ways. We are a samurai team in service to the emperor. That’s what that contest was for, to choose suitable people to make teams. Hey – what do you think the other three teams have been up to then?” But no one was inclined to answer.

They were half way through their journey when they were accosted by four men. Although dressed in the manner of a Phoenix patrol, it was immediately apparent that they were an unlawful assemblage. None the less, tradition dictated that the four samurai present their orders and writ of passage. Through an unspoken agreement, they all dismounted and moved to confront the ruffians.

With a sneer, one of the men spoke “So, what have we here. Some lovely ladies traveling in the name of the emperor is it? Serving the citizens of the empire?”

Tashima could feel her anger rising, but spoke levelly “We are imperial samurai, here under order. You may assist us by standing aside.”

“Oh, of course, except we are in need of a little assistance ourselves. You see, we have been on patrol a very long time, and it does get lonely on the road.” The man said. He then faced Aranador and with a wicked grin said “I expect you are seldom lonely though. But a man should share his good fortune.”

The four men stood shoulder to shoulder, each keeping a watchful eye on the Kakita man in between lewd looks at the three women. “And I must say, Lady Sun herself must favour us for you three are truly magnificent.”

Shui actually blushed at this ill mannered flattery, but the warm rising feeling in Tashima’s cheeks was pure anger. “You will stand aside now, or you will fall along the wayside.” With this bold statement, she assumed the Iaijutsu duel stance she had been recently practicing. With her sword worn Lion style, this meant her hand hovering near the sword hilt up above her shoulder, her first two fingers extended in the sword hand form, as if to point out the weapon. She would have preferred to have had weapon drawn, but that would destroy all hope of a non-violent solution to the problem. She began reviewing in her mind the move of drawing and striking in a single action as she had been practicing recently.

To add weight to her attempt to intimidate their opponents, the other three samurai also assumed a duel stance. Shui followed Tashima’s stance, while Auzrael and Aranador both assumed the practiced Crane style stance they were trained in, with the back of the hand resting on top of the sword hilt at waist level.

Auzrael could sense that her stance and facial expression had made an impact, and found that the attention of the four men had shifted to her, but clearly they still believed they could defeat the samurai straight up. Well, if they wanted to concentrate on her, so be it. She was already studying their stance, looking for signs that would tell her what they were thinking before they knew it themselves.

Perhaps because they were both edgy about using their new quick draw skills in real battle, it was Shui and Tashima who reacted fastest. No sooner had the leader of the four brigands made the indication to attack, than their blades flashed out and down at their opponents. Unfortunately, Tashima misjudged her stroke, and missed entirely, while Shui fared little better, bringing her sword down on the shoulder pauldron of her opponent, the blade deflecting harmlessly away. Auzrael was an instant behind, but like Shui, found her blade deflected by the armour their opponents wore. But Aranador, to his total embarrassment, failed to even draw his sword, his hand slipping from the hilt and arching out towards his enemy devoid of the weapon.

Fortune is fickle, and it seemed today it would not favour any attacker. The four men readied their own weapons, a short sword, hand axe, spiked mace and short spear between them. But only the leader with his short sword hit anything more than empty air, as the four agile samurai twisted away from their attacks. Auzrael’s leather cuirass proved sufficient to deflect that one successful strike, and no damage was done.

Tashima elected to turn her attack away from her immediate opponent, and instead swing at the one adjacent, who was engaged with Shui. She hoped to some how distract him or otherwise combine her efforts with the smaller girl, so as to quickly reduce the numbers of their opponents. Unfortunately in keeping her own defence up, she was never able to make a successful attack of her own. Shui did catch on to the idea, and lithely tumbled underneath the questing blade of her opponent to flank him against Tashima. Although Shui was the least skilled swordsman amongst them, the slight advantage flanking provided proved enough to secure a hit, and with Bayushi precision, she jammed her sword into a vital area of her foe. The man grunted and cursed, but was still fighting.

Auzrael succeeded in bringing her steel to flesh, and ran a vicious cut across her enemy, a severe but not fatal blow. Aranador freed his sword, but had yet to recover his fighting concentration, and failed to connect with his own attack.

The mace wielder slammed the weapon into Aranador, but inexplicably the spines on the weapon snapped against the Kakita man, dealing no injury. Shui was not so fortunate, as the axe wielder drove his blade against her in what could have been a critical injury if the force of the attack had not been mostly absorbed by her armour. None the less, a thin line of her blood seeped down under her armour to dot the ground.

Tashima took advantage of the flanking effects that Shui’s position provided, and with a powerful swing, raked her blade across the lightly armoured rear of her foe. Added to Shui’s earlier effort, the man succumbed to his injuries. For her part, Shui took a short step which brought the man threatening Tashima into a flanking position against Aranador. But the advantage gained in this move proved insufficient and Shui missed. Auzrael fumbled her own attack, nearly dropping her sword as she over reached, while Aranador, with the advantage of the flank move, was able to score a good hit to the spear wielder.

Aranador was again struck by the mace wielder, but this time the weapon did its job correctly, the spines punching small but bloody wounds into his leg. He winced, but fought on. The other two enemies again failed to score hits.

Tashima clipped the spear wielder with her blade, although only a glancing blow. Shui stepped further across behind the line of men, allowing her to flank both the mace and spear wielder. She elected to strike at the mace wielder, who was clearly unprepared for an attack from this angle. Her sword struck a deep wound into her foe’s back, it would be a fatal blow if left unattended, but for now his strength held on. Unfortunately neither Auzrael nor Aranador succeeded in striking their opponent.

Perhaps foolishly, the three bandits pressed their attack, hoping for a fortunate turn in events. They were partially rewarded, with the mace wielder, perhaps in desperation, scoring a solid blow against Aranador that left him shaking, but still standing. Auzrael received a slight graze, barely enough to break capillaries. The spear wielder rounded on Shui to end her threat, but failed to even strike close to the agile girl.

Tashima took certain advantage of her opponent’s change of target, and brought her blade slamming down into the man’s neck, burying her blade inches into his chest. Yanking the blade free, she allowed the man’s lifeless body to fall. Shui took yet another step to bring the remaining two enemies into a flanked state, and swung her weapon. But while tactics can win battles, it was clear skill plays as big a role, and her attack missed. Auzrael felled her already weakened opponent, who succumbed to the combined effects of another vicious cut. Even though badly hurt now, Aranador managed to finally demonstrate a polished example of swordsmanship, driving his blade against his opponent. The terrible injury Shui had already dealt added to this proved fatal.

And it was over. As the only uninjured member, Tashima moved immediately to assist Aranador, who stood unsteadily while breathing heavily. Fortunately the spines on the mace were not long, and the nasty punctures on his skin were not deep. But the crushing impact of the weapon would precipitate massive bruising, which would run deep under the skin. The Kakita man would need considerable rest or the magic of a Shugenja before the effects of this fight finally faded. Neither option would be available in the short term, so Tashima did what she could to ease the immediate bleeding. Aranador seemed a little vague, but determined not to let his condition slow the group.

Shui and Auzrael both needed little more than a bandage. Their respective cuts would heal virtually overnight, and would fade away naturally within a week. The two women regarded the fallen men for a moment, then Shui bent to search their pockets and pouches. The leader turned out to have his own wanted poster amongst his meager belongings. The posted bounty was for 500 koku for his head, with an extra 500 for the heads of his gang. She looked questioningly at the others. Auzrael shrugged, and Aranador wasn’t inclined to comment just now. It was Tashima who finally spoke.

“Filth like this, yes, take the heads.” She then gained a more pensive look, and continued “besides, with the money we could purchase a gift to present when we reach the palace. It would be a good gesture.” This line of thought met the approval of the other two girls but the problem remained that neither particularly wanted to do the honours of severing the heads, let alone bag them for transport. But Tashima was still fussing over Aranador, so finally Shui carried out the gruesome task.

Fortunately the group had replaced the two tents that Tashima had ruined, so that evening saw Aranador resting quietly under canvas while the three women shared guard duty through the night. While they were far from any goblin threat, their recent encounter with the bandits had shown them that no place on the open road was free from dangers.

It was close to dawn, and Auzrael was on watch. Her thoughts were wandering, without any particular focus, when she heard a low, eerie moan. Her mind flashed back to the moment when she saw that strange light in the mountains, but the truth revealed itself plain enough. Aranador had woken, and despite his injuries, seemed determined to don his armour and indulge in a practice session. She watched in silence for a moment, his movements stiff and slow, but finally she had enough. She stood abruptly and went over to him.

“Well, I suppose you think that was clever or something. Don’t bother next time, I wont be impressed” she scolded.

Aranador stopped his practice and looked at her blankly. “I am sorry, I don’t think I quite follow your meaning” he replied.

“You know what I mean!” she fumed.

Aranador looked away, and then back at the Crane woman. “I don’t practice to impress you. I may be slightly hurt, but there is much that I have to learn. I can not afford to fall behind on training.”

“Not that, I mean getting yourself all beat up in the first place. You were fooling around pretending to not be able to draw a sword and playing the jester. Getting yourself injured isn’t going to make me feel any sympathy for you. You always act so properly and precisely, yet think you can trick me with these games?” Auzrael made a noise of pure frustration. “You make me sick.”

Aranador sheathed his sword slowly, before saying “I am not sure why you think I got injured just to get sympathy from you. I failed to find my center in battle, it happens. I am only human.”

Auzrael simply snorted.

The Kakita man turned away from the angry young woman. Before he walked back to his tent though, he said “All my life people have hated me for things I had no choice in. My birth, appearance, and natural abilities – I didn’t ask for any of those things, they just happened. Instead I made sure everything I did, everything I did have a choice in, was of the highest standard. People already saw plenty of fault in me, so I ensured they could see no more. Let us just complete our mission, and keep our feelings to ourselves.”

“Fine” Auzrael said to his retreating form.

Aranador found himself trembling slightly, and not from the pain in his body. He wanted his three companions to accept him, but it seemed this would not be the case. He had agreed to keep his feelings to himself, but he suddenly wished he could keep them from himself as well. Auzrael was beautiful, and her anger added a level to that which surprised him. He clamped down on those thoughts. That was his hormones thinking, and it was clear how much chance he had in that direction. Aranador had tolerated the distaste of many people already, one more would hardly matter.
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The four arrived at Mori Kage Toshi without further excitement. Aranador had healed slightly, the puncture wounds having closed, but the bruising spoke of some internal damage. But here they would find the services of a court healer, so there was little further cause for concern. It would also mean Tashima would no longer need to play nurse and fuss over the bandages. Aranador was of mixed feelings over that. While on the one hand it was nice receiving all that attention, it was also slightly embarrassing. He was interrupted from his thoughts by Shui, who was suddenly in front of him, with a water skin in hand. She had an impish grin and Aranador found himself gazing into her dark eyes.

She giggled “Be whole again” and flicked water at him. A shugenja she was not, but the humour of the action brought a sudden smile to Aranador’s face.

“You just make sure you never get hurt when we are by the ocean” he joked.

She made a mock frown, saying “You try it boy, and I’ll make sure you get every bit as wet as I do.”

Tashima snatched the water skin from Shui. “I should drown the pair of you, do you think the minister here wants a bunch of soggy samurai in his hall?” She spoke in a light hearted tone, then continued with a more serious voice “We should present ourselves as soon as possible and let a real magician do the water trick OK.”

Shui giggled again, and made a show of straightening her attire. “Of course ma’am. Although, while we are here in Phoenix lands, who is to say I wont have the chance to learn the water trick myself. It would be a nice complement to Aranador’s magic rock trick don’t you think?”

“We don’t need another charlatan in the group Shui. Focus on our mission now.” Auzrael’s rebuke was stated in a simple manner of fact tone, but both Tashima and Shui looked at her with surprise. The Daidoji woman pointed to the check point for entry into the town. “We can ask where the bailiff is as well, and get rid of those heads.”

With those words, Auzrael effectively killed the light mood, and the four resumed their journey, riding on to the check point in silence.

With their paperwork announcing their right to pass unobstructed through Phoenix territory, the group had no trouble entering the township of Mori Kage Toshi. They also secured directions to the town court, where they would also find the sheriff who would validate their bounty. There was a militia hospital where the four could return after their official duties and receive the attention of a healer.

There was no requirement for a full presentation to the local town leader, they already had right of passage and their business was elsewhere, so their call was one of courtesy as required by tradition. As imperial samurai, they were entitled to have their basic needs met by any lord who had allegiance to the Emperor, but likewise they drew no extra salary. It was accepted that they had no need that wasn’t filled by the empire. The issue of imperial samurai collecting a legally posted bounty was also controlled by tradition, which stipulated that half the reward would be held for the good of the empire. The remainder was awarded to the samurai, with the understanding that they would use it in a manner that would further their ability to serve the empire.

So the four samurai found themselves with 500 koku, the coinage of the realm. It was enough to buy a new katana forged by a great smith, and a matching wakazashi, with a few coins to spare. Unfortunately they all agreed that now was not the time to go shopping for an item that would take time to make. The group resolved to continue their journey northward to Kyuden Isawa once they had visited the militia hospital and rested for the night.

Tashima heard the gentle tap on the door to the guest chamber she had been allocated for the night. She had already prepared for sleep, but was still attired appropriately to receive visitors, so bade entry. It turned out to be Shui, the young Bayushi woman slipping quietly into the room, closing the door with care to make no sound. Tashima caught her furtive move, and whispered “Whats wrong Shui? Why the stealth?”

“I just needed to talk in private” she explained in a soft voice.

Tashima looked pensive for a moment, then whispered “Its about our two companions then, isn’t it.” Shui nodded, and Tashima motioned her close. “Go on then, tell me.”

“Well, you must have noticed that Auzrael and Aranador are not exactly getting along at the moment” Shui said.

Tashima nodded, but said “it really seems to be Auzrael that has a problem with Aranador though. He just does his best, and I think it irks her that his best is better than hers.”

Shui was thoughtful for a moment. “He is pretty good. And it was the Wind Oracle that wanted him to enter the competition. There is more to him than we know. I wonder what?”

“I don’t think we should concern ourselves with that. It is not our business. As for Auzrael, she needs to decide on her own how to resolve her issues. We can not interfere in matters where we have not been invited.” Tashima spoke her words softly, but with conviction. A samurai would concern themselves only with the business of their lord.

It was Shui’s turn to nod. “Thank you, I feel better having talked about this, even if there is no answer.” The young samurai stood to leave, musing as she went “I wonder if Aranador knows his own secrets?”

Tashima watched Shui depart, her own mind going over the questions raised. It had been a brief discussion, she had effectively ended it before it really began. It just didn’t seem right to talk about the other two behind their backs though. Still, Shui was right, Auzrael did have an unresolved problem, and Aranador did have a mystery about him. The Lion woman sighed, and cleared her mind of issues in the hope of catching a restful night of sleep.

Travel through the heart of Phoenix territory was swift and uneventful. The ministrations of the duty healers at the militia hospital had all four young samurai in good health, with only the faint sting of tender muscles a reminder of the rigours of combat. Tashima and Shui engaged in all manner of conversation, but both Aranador and Auzrael remained politely aloof, only commenting when a query was directly addressed their way. But even that lack of communication wasn’t about to lower the spirits of the Akodo and Bayushi girls. Kyuden Isawa was a thriving city full of the wonders of the Phoenix Clan, and the anticipation of visiting drove worries and concerns out of all four samurai’s minds.

At last they could see the city itself, having topped a slight rise in the road. Aranador was the first to call attention to it, and even Auzrael joined the enthusiastic exclamations of the group. Only a short distance away was a visitor check point. Here on the main road the customs point allowed for visitors to deal with the administrative process in advance to allow quick passage through the city gates. As imperial samurai the four would be exempt from the usual city taxes and road tolls, so they anticipated a rapid clearance through the check point.

But this was not the case. On responding to the standard entry questions, the group was asked if they possessed any magical items or capabilities. Aranador had replied no, when Shui mentioned his magic light rocks.

“So, you are able to cast a light onto a stone, correct? Is this through use of a magic item or your own magic?” Asked the point official.

Aranador looked pensive, while Shui edged closer to hear his answer. “Well, I have never really thought about it. I don’t use any sort of magical device though, I just will it to happen, and it does. I have been able to do it for a very long time.”

“You will it to happen? I take it you mean you invoke a casting. The invocation of a light spell is a minor cantrip of the Shugenja school of fire and can be invoked easily. But you say you have been able to do this a long time? You can cast this spell without training?” The official spoke smoothly with an air of confidence in his own knowledge on the subject as well as a slight tone of boredom. Clearly he was just trying to complete the administrative process accurately without real interest in the case.

Shui on the other hand was far more interested. She had observed the way shugenja worked their magic, and always there was a spoken word or a precise gesture to invoke a spell. Likewise they had to spend time in meditation to build and store power. But didn’t Aranador meditate rather than sleep? And a skilled shugenja could certainly mask their castings from untalented observers. But could Aranador be such a skilled shugenja at such a young age? As well as a swordsman of such talent?

Aranador looked blankly at the official. “I don’t really know. Its just something I can do.”

The official looked up at the young man with a brief flicker of annoyance. “Very well, I will mark your papers as being an un graded shugenja that needs formal assessment. As such you must report to one of the four schools of the elements within 48 hours of entry to the city. I would recommend the school of fire naturally. Of course, as official visitors, your group must report to the Hall of Office within 6 hours of passing the city gates. I do hope you enjoy your stay in the greatest city of the Phoenix. May the fortunes favour you.”

“And you” the four samurai replied. Effectively dismissed and approved for entry to the city, the group wasted no further time in heading onwards.

“You make everything complicated, don’t you” commented Auzrael, but in a light hearted tone that made the other two girls giggle and brought a smile to Aranador.

He replied “Well, if things went right all the time I would get so bored.” The four continued on to the city itself, marveling at the exotic sights that could only exist in Phoenix territory where magic was a common part of life. “I wonder why they take such interest in what ever magics people bring here – its not like a little more would be noticed.”

Shui made a pensive hum, and said “I suppose, it is because sometimes some magics interfere with each other. Imagine if you had something that would do bad things if you took it to a certain part of the city or something. Better to know in advance right?” The others accepted this reasoning, and got back to marveling at the sights.

Passing through the city gate proper was fast and efficient. The four samurai presented their documents, and after a perfunctory inspection, the gate staff bade them welcome and provided directions to those official establishments the group would be required to visit. The first point of call would be the militia stables where the group could install their horses. The attendants there would feed, groom and generally look after the animals as a free service. The four travelers silently mused on the benefit of being samurai to the emperor.

Now the group faced a quandary – each wanted to walk about the city and take in all the amazing sights, and yet each felt that as samurai they should not be behaving as tourists. So the choice was made to head to the governmental district and the Hall of Office. Once they had an official appointment to present themselves to the city’s governor they could request lodgings, and if time permitted they could change into attire suitable for sight seeing.
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But sight seeing would have to wait it seemed. The group was to be officially received in just a little over an hour by a city official. Nothing extra-ordinary, the official was a minor judiciary member. The four were given directions to lodgings available for their use, and made use of the time available to perform ablutions and generally freshen themselves after their travels.

The official announcement of their visit completed quickly enough and strictly according to tradition. The group began to discuss what to do next. They had to locate Isawa Omni Kenwarra and present the scroll case to him, but were not sure where to find the sorcerer.

“Well, I am to report to one of the schools of the elemental arts after all. Perhaps I could inquire as to Isawa’s whereabouts?” Mused Aranador.

Shui nodded “Sounds sensible enough. I should like to see the school as well. We should all go”

“Well,” began Tashima, “to be honest I would rather not. I don’t suppose they have much tolerance for tourists there. And we don’t know how long Aranador will be after all. I would like to explore the markets, and meet back with you all later.”

“I will go with you to the markets I think” Auzrael said. No doubt we will need an appointment to see his Omnious, and the school doesn’t interest me.”

Shui frowned “Oh, you will just miss out on all the magic then. I want to see the School.”

With a gentle smile, Aranador said “well, it seems easy enough to me. We will do as we wish for the afternoon, and gather back at our lodgings in time for evening devotions and the meal. And with luck we will have our appointment made for tomorrow. I am sure my little test will not take long and I too would like to see the markets.”

“Worried they will not like your trick?” inquired Auzrael.

“I am sure they have seen far better, but it is of no consequence, I am a samurai, not a shugenja” he replied dismissively.

Shui grinned and spoke brightly “Well, that’s all settled, and don’t you two spend all our money – I want to go shopping too! Come on you, lets go see the famous Schools of the Elements.” And with that Shui grabbed Aranador’s arm and made to drag him in the direction of the academic sector. With his free arm Aranador waved to the other two girls, then followed the enthusiastic Shui.

Tashima laughed and Auzrael also chuckled as the other two departed. Then they two turned and walked off, headed towards the commercial districts. Both of them had been to larger cities before, and in many respects, Kayuden Isawa was more of the same, but as always, each great clan had its unique architecture and sub culture. The two samurai women marveled at the sights and sounds unique to Phoenix territory, and stopped to admire a truly amazing fountain. Fountains of water they had seen, but here in lands devoted to the magic of the elements, fountains danced with fire, ice, and colourful crystals as well.

Aranador and Shui soon found the plaza known as the Path of Void – a square around which the four junior Schools of the Elements were arranged. In the center of the plaza, a large sand garden stood – its gentle patterns and stoic unchangedness an instant contrast to the lively elemental fountains that could be found around the rim of the square. The pair moved to look closer at the garden, but after a moment Shui turned away and went to investigate the fountains.

Gazing at the sand garden, Aranador found himself wondering at the shapes and patterns he saw there. There was a feeling of peace here that seemed to speak directly to him. As if he was a grain of sand himself. How could a grain of sand know of the part it played in all these patterns. And yet it still played its part. It seemed to reassure him that even if he didn’t know what role he played in the universe, it was still a part of a grand picture. Out of place amongst other grains, yet that very difference adding texture to an image too large for him to even see.

“Tell me what you see”

Aranador blinked, and suddenly realized he had been joined by another, a venerable man attired as a monk. “My apologies sir, I had not taken note of your approach”

The old monk nodded “I know, your introspection was quite visible to me. Now, tell me what it was that you saw to hold your attention so.”

With a pensive glance back at the garden, Aranador replied “Well, I thought it was like being given a view of the cosmos. There are patterns and effects far beyond what any grain could create. Even amid the chaos of the swirls, there is the over riding order that the gardener has created. And yet, where the larger stones have been deliberately placed, the smaller grains shift according to their own way.”

“Hmm, very philosophical. But I wanted to know what you see, not what you think. Describe to me the patterns you see” spoke the monk.

Aranador wondered if perhaps the monk had poor eyesight but explained the view strictly as it appeared. Occasionally the monk would ask for clarification on a certain feature, or ask if there were any specific patterns. Aranador answered smoothly and politely, all the while wondering why the monk needed to hear it from another. The old man made and held eye contact, surely he could see?

Shui returned in time to hear Aranador explain one last feature, which apparently satisfied the old monk. He thanked the young samurai for his patience and bade a farewell, before walking carefully away from the garden.

“So where is this light and dark pattern you mentioned” asked Shui as he took a new look at the sand.

Aranador pointed at a patch of the garden, but Shui found herself looking at a scattering of cobalt blue stone chips. Not exactly any sort of swirl there. Or anywhere near by. Or anywhere in the garden that she could see. Maybe it was a trick of the light, with shadows or something. Did she need to be taller? But before she could consider asking again just in case she had heard the description wrong in the first place, Aranador turned away from the garden saying “Lets go to the fire school and maybe make an appointment. There will be plenty of time to look at all the sights if we find there will be a wait.”

The two entered the school and marveled at the sights. The motif was flame, and little magical fires twisted into artistry were prominent. Shui noted that the dancing fire seemed to radiate no heat nor consume any fuel. She tried not to appear as a gawking tourist, but was aware that she was only partly successful in this.

Aranador presented his paper to an attendant, who nodded and asked if he could remain here a moment, then turned to Shui “And you miss? Your business?”

Shui started, but quickly answered “I am here with him.”

“Ahh, alas any testing is a private matter. If you have no other business you may perhaps view the sculptures or other sights elsewhere.” The attendant said with a tone that was both respectful and yet suggested a strict non loitering policy was in place.

Shui bristled inwardly at this, but responded in an equally polite manner. “Actually, I would like to learn a little about the ways of magic, if that is possible.”

“All things are possible to those who command the elements. Today it is the School of Water that will host an open class. It will start on the change of the next hour. I strongly recommend that as a place to satisfy your curiosity.”

Aranador regarded Shui and said “I am sure my business will take a little time.” At this the attendant nodded in affirmation. “Why don’t you see about this open class, and we can meet back at our lodgings later with the others.”

“I suppose so” sight Shui. “And don’t forget to ask about Isawa Omni Kenwarra. I would have liked to have seen what goes on with your little trial though.”

Mentioning the name of Kenwarra must have had an impact on the attendant. “You have business with Omni Isawa?” Aranador and Shui both nodded. “I see – I would ask that you both wait here a moment, and I will see if your exam can be arranged and if your presence as an observer would be possible.” Aranador bowed slightly in acquiescence and the attendant hurried off.

Shui giggled “Always handy to know highly placed people, isn’t it.”

Aranador grinned “I guess it is. I am sure this trial will be short though, and not terribly exciting. You would probably have had more fun over at the School of Water.”

“Nonsense. All magic is exciting I think.” Not to mention, thought Shui, that this was a chance to satisfy some of her own curiosities about her companion.

The pair had a few moments to examine some of the flame sculptures more closely before the attendant returned to offer them a very short tour while an assessor prepared the trial. Shui listened with full attention as the attendant pointed out various parts of the school and described the basic activities that occurred there. Aranador found himself thinking more about this trial. It sounded like a lot of rigmarole, and he wondered what exotic tests they could have to prepare.

“If I may – what exactly happens in one of these assessment trials?” He finally asked.

The attendant stopped his commentary and with a reassuring smile said “Oh, its quite simple. You will be asked to perform your spells and they will assess your skills on those. Naturally you will want to perform your best magics. The assessor needs to set up a few magic sensitive apparatus before the trial can be conducted, but I assure you it is all very simple. There is nothing to worry about. It is preferred that you do not conjure any fiends or attempt to immolate parts of the school in your demonstration though.” The man chuckled at this last point.

“I have trouble lighting a camp fire, I think fiends and immolation are out of the question” replied Aranador in a good natured tone.
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Finally the moment for the trial came to pass. Shui was given the opportunity to observe the trial, and the assessor, a middle aged man in the attire of an Initiate of the School of Fire – an intermediate rank that indicated plenty of knowledge and reasonable experience – seemed pleased to explain to her the instruments and items that would help in the assessment. A little too pleased Shui eventually decided. The thought crossed her mind that the man needed to get away from mercury and brimstone and probably put in a lot of exercise, but she remained polite in deference to his magical skill.

“Very well young man, if you would be so kind as to display your prepared spells, we can assess your level and grant you your honourary title” the initiate said.

“Well, I suppose I will need a stone or rock to enchant” Aranador replied looking somewhat lost in the middle of the open space he was standing in.

The initiate frowned openly “Hmm, you are not well prepared I see. What is the incantation you intend that needs a stone? A substitute may be readily available before I send you off to the street to fetch a suitable rock.”

Shui was about to mention she still had one of the stones Aranador had made before when Aranador replied he intended to cause the stone to glow with light.

“You should be able to through a light spell onto any object, but better, just weave it on the air in front of you. No need for stage props here, just weave the spells. My instruments only detect the shape of the magic, not any material it is used on after all.”

Aranador shrugged, he had never thought about using his power to light anything other than a stone. Possibly because he had always seemed to have the power, and as a child he had only ever used it to light rocks. As a child it was a lot easier to find a rock than anything of real substance, and the idea of lighting the air itself would never have occurred at that age. Yet now it was suggested, it did seem obvious. Amazing how a simple idea formed as a child can remain untouched by the cognition of an adult.

So the Kakita samurai concentrated on the air about him, and in a heartbeat, a soft glow appeared in the air, illuminating him with a silvery radiance.

The initiate did a very subtle double take, then quickly looked down at his measurement apparatus. “Hmmm” he mused with a slight frown “I am terribly sorry, I appear to have missed observing the spell. Perhaps you would favour me with another, and give me a signal before you start.” He then turned to Shui “Well my dear, if you see this pendulum here, what we are expecting to see is it swing slightly. As it does so, it will pull on this lever here, which will allow some of the sand to drain from this bulb. It indicates a flux in elemental forces which basically means that magic has been used nearby.” As he spoke, he seemed to hover closer and closer to the young woman, but Shui pretended to be totally engrossed on the device and thus not notice the actions of the initiate.

“I can repeat the magic light, I am ready to do so when you are” called Aranador, bringing the attention of the initiate away from Shui once more. The man gave Aranador a nod to proceed, and again Aranador concentrated, willing the light to appear once more.

The initiate blinked “Hmm, well, I see the light, but what of your incantation. I hope you are not using some artifact to substitute for spell craft.” With that, the man plucked a slender stick from his desk and spoke an arcane word. Briefly a yellow green glow sparkled over most of the other items across his desk as well as several items on his own person, but no light appeared anywhere near Aranador beyond the two silvery patches already glowing there. Shui noticed how two of the small pendulum bearing devices swung in response to this action as well, and little piles of sand were deposited onto respective parchments.

“I see” said the initiate, who then muttered a few more words and waved his hands in complicated gestures, then with a final word, pointed towards Aranador. The two patches of silver light vanished. Again Shui noticed pendulums swing and sand flow, more this time. The initiate pulled one of the parchments out from underneath an apparatus and poured the sand back into the top bulb before replacing the paper. He repeated this for a second device, and Shui took his lead and reset a third. “My, you would make such a marvelous assistant” he said and patted her deftly on the hand.

“Alas, I am in service to the emperor at the moment, which keeps me busy enough” she said sweetly.

“Such a shame, there is so much you could help me with. It could be very rewarding” he replied.

Shui quickly reset the last device, and said “Well, all ready to try again now.”

The man gave her a leering smile, then turned to Aranador, the smile fading as he did so. “Favour us with another spell if you can, and be sure to use clear movements and language – no mumbling here.”

Aranador sighed inwardly, and with deliberate care not to make any movement at all, willed the air to glow again.

“No no no, I need to see the spell being cast. Don’t hide it, I need to assess your form” scolded the initiate.

Aranador shrugged, “That’s it, that’s how it works. I don’t know any more about it than that.” As he spoke, he willed another patch to glow.

The initiate looked down to his apparatus, but no sand had fallen. He looked sharply at Shui “I hope you didn’t break these when you were fooling around with them before” he snapped. But it was clear each device was intact. “Hmm, did you see any of them react at all?”

Shui pointed to one at random and said “I think that one did” more to try and satisfy the man than because she really saw anything.

“Well, for such a basic alteration cantrip, that would be the one most likely to move I guess, but not a grain has fallen” he said. Meanwhile Aranador continued to light patches of air all around him. Shui stifled a giggle at this, and the initiate glared at her in annoyance, then glanced over to Aranador. “Oh stop that. You shouldn’t be able to cast the spell so many times anyway. I am not impressed at all. You barely register as having any magical impact at all. It is totally clear that your rank is novice and that’s only because there is no lower rank. Unless you can perform a real spell right now and not this trivial little incantation most people can get right within a week.”

Aranador just shrugged and said “This is it.”

“Fine then. Novice untrained, minimal potential. That’s how my assessment will read. You may go now.” With this the initiate turned back to Shui “I apologize, although if you are interested, I could perhaps arrange a display of real magic – say, this evening?”

Shui smiled coyly and fluttered her eyelids, but said “Oh my, but we have an audience with Omni Isawa, I hear he is quite a capable sorcerer, are you better than he is?” The last part of her question was asked with wide eyed wonder and an innocent expression.

She could practically see the inner struggle within the man, but eventually he had to admit that Isawa was one of the greatest men of magic in the city, and rare would be anyone who could claim to be better.

“Oh, well, we had better be going then. But thank you so much for your time.” She said, and scooted over to stand by Aranador.

Very close by, noted the young Katika man. He stepped forward ever so slightly, seemingly inadvertently interposing himself between the young woman and the other man. “I too, thank you for your time, although it was perhaps trivially spent. Still, as a requirement to enter your city, I am sure we both know it was necessary” he said in gentle tones.

The initiate nodded and dismissed the two samurai with a wave, then rang a small bell. Three attendants appeared almost instantly. Two moved to assist the initiate in packing away his instruments while the third led Aranador and Shui to a waiting room. They were to wait there for a short time for word of their appointment with Omni Isawa. The wait was not long, and they were informed that the Omnious would receive them tomorrow the first hour past noon.

And with that, their business at the school was finished. There was still a short time before the open class at the water school started, but despite Shui’s urgings, Aranador felt no need to attend it. It seemed clear the idea of learning about magic was not on his list of things to do. Aranador bade Shui a good afternoon, and the two parted company.

It was not long before all four samurai gathered back at their lodgings. Auzrael and Tashima had returned first, their trip to the markets rewarded with some fashionable attire that reflected the style popular with the phoenix women. Essentially a colourful full length robe with a bright single tone sash that was bowed at the back, the design was simple, but the material was of iridescent silk and metallic threads woven in intricate patterns. The two women had not been selfish though, they had bought a gown for Shui as well as an outfit for Aranador. The male fashion was a long sleeve tunic and loose pantaloons in a single dark colour, but with inch wide bright edgings on the cuffs of both tunic and pants.

While the two were surveying their bounty, a messenger arrived, bearing an invitation. It was marked for Kakita Aranador, but was unsealed. The messenger departed, and Auzrael opened the letter in a perfunctory manner.

“Oh, it would seem that Aranador has been invited to dine with Isawa Omni Kenwarra this evening” she spoke out loud.”

Tashima looked over and asked “What of us?”

Shaking her head, Auzrael replied “No mention.” She didn’t add a comment about her own feelings, but made up her mind to insist on accompanying the Kakita man to the event.

“I imagine it is an oversight. Aranador would have secured our meeting with Omni Isawa, and most likely the messenger would have been instructed to simply return with an acceptance to Aranador’s petition” Tashima said. “So now we have to decide if it would be appropriate to wear our new gowns or perhaps go attired more as samurai. I suppose if it is an official visit I can not wear my new outfit.” She sighed.

Auzrael rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Shui returned, grinning from ear to ear. The Bayushi girl immediately began to relate to the other two all about the lecture she had just attended in no particular order but great detail. Tashima managed to edge in a mention of the gown they had bought her, and Shui had to try it on. It was silently agreed that they all should, and they retired to their individual chambers.
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