ericlustbader.the ninja-第36章
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She stood up； the parasol blossomed like an enormous flower。 'One day you will understand this。 And remember。 It is difficult now at the ryu。 Do not interrupt me。 I know。 But you must never give it up。 Do you hear me？ Never。' She turned away from him； the soft pastels of the parasol blotting out the smouldering passion in her black eyes。 'e；' he heard her say。 'It is time we returned to the world。'
'This is Ai Uchi；' said Muromachi。 He was holding a bokken in his hands。 Seven students； Nicholas's group； stood in a precise semicircle around him。 'Here at the Itto ryu； it is the first teaching； the first of hundreds。 At Uchi means cut the opponent just as he cuts you。 It is the timing you will learn here； the one that is basic to kenjutsu。 One which you will never forget。 Ai Uchi is lack of anger。 It means to treat an opponent as if he were an honoured guest。 It means to abandon your life or to throw away fear。 Ai Uchi is the first technique and it is the last。 Remember that。 It is the Zen circle。'
This was the lesson Nicholas had first been taught upon arriving at the ryu seven years ago。 He did not fully understand it yet he never forgot it。 And in the time that followed； as he practised with a cold fury the thousand cuts of the katana under Muromachi's tutelage； as he learned the moral teaching of kenjutsu； as the knowledge piled itself upon him with dizzying rapidity； he was ever to think of that first lesson and； in pondering it； feel a calmness； stepping into the eye of the storm each time that storm threatened to overwhelm him。
And he repeated the thousand cuts over and over； feeling as if his arms and his legs were wearing grooves into the air until； at last； his reward manifested itself； when his sword became no sword； his intention became no intention and he knew that that first lesson given to him by Muromachi so long ago was in fact； the highest knowledge。
Still； he was not satisfied。 He was thinking of this late one afternoon after practice when he felt a presence in the room。 He looked up but saw no one。 The room was deserted and yet he could hot get it out of his mind that someone was there。 He stood up and was about to call out when he thought it might again be several of the boys lying in wait for him and he kept quiet； not wanting to give them any degree of satisfaction。
He began to move around the room in the dusk。 The far side of the empty dojo was streaked with dusty sunlight as red as blood； washed in the industrial haze lying low； its tendrils creeping up Fuji's majestic slopes。 Rapidly； his assessment changed。 While he was quite certain now that someone was there with him； it also came to him that this person meant him no harm。 How he had e to this conclusion he could not； have said； it was； rather； a purely automatic response。
Light spilled into the corner of the dojo； touching the edge of the clear…lacquered wooden railing； a fat slice of the raised platform behind it； leaving in dense shadow the corner beam。 He was watching this pattern of light and shade when a voice said； 'Good evening； Nicholas。'
The corner shadow had e to life； a figure stepping out of its concealing pocket； into the light。 It was Kansatsu。
He was a thin； slight man； his stiff bristly hair already white。 He had eyes that never appeared to move yet took in everything at once。
He made absolutely no sound as he came down off the platform to stand in front of Nicholas who； bare to the waist； felt totally tongue…tied。 Kansatsu had barely said three words to him since he had e to the ryu。 Now they were here together； and Nicholas understood enough to know that the meeting was not accidental。
He saw Kansatsu eyeing him； then the man stepped forward； his outstretched forefinger touching the purple and blue bruise just beneath Nicholas's sternum on the left side。
'These are very bad times for Japan；' Kansatsu said。 'Very sad times。' He looked up。 'The war was joined because of economics and our imperialism dictated that we expand beyond our islands。' He sighed。 'But the war was ill advised for all that； for it stemmed from greed； not honour。 The new Japanese adds the gloss of bushido to his actions； I am afraid； rather than allowing his actions to evolve from it。' His eyes were sad。 'And now we pay the price。 We are overrun by Americans； our new Constitution is American and the entire thrust of the new Japan is to serve the American interests。 So strange； so strange for Japan to serve such a master。' He shrugged。 'But； you see； no matter what happens to Japan； bushido will never pletely perish。 We begin to wear Western business suits； our women wear their hair in the American manner； we adopt the Western ways。 These things do not matter。 The Japanese is like the willow； bending in the wind so that it should not break。 These are merely outward manifestations of our desire now for parity in the world。 So； too； do the Americans unwittingly serve our purpose； for； with their money； we shall rise more powerful than ever。 Yet we must ever look to our tradition； for only bushido makes us strong。
'You wish to bee one of us；' he said abruptly。 'But this' … he pointed to the bruise that had been inflicted by Saigo …'tells me that you have not been entirely successful。'
'Success will e in time；' Nicholas said。 'I am learning not to be impatient。'
Kansatsu nodded。 'Good。 Very good。 Yet one must take the necessary steps。' He put his fingertips together in front of him； began to walk slowly across the dojo with Nicholas beside him。 'I think it is time that you began to work with other sensei。 I do not want you to give up your very valuable work with Muromachi； rather I want to add to your current schedule。
'Tomorrow you will begin to work with me；' he said； leading Nicholas across the darkened room； 'in haragei。'
Nicholas would always separate his relationship with Satsugai into two distinct sections。 The specific point of demarcation was the zaibatsu party he attended with his parents。 It was； of course； quite possible that this changing perception was strictly a function of his own growing up。 On the other hand； he had tended to believe that it was just as much a matter of what transpired there that night。
Satsugai was not a large man； either in terms of height or of bulk。 Yet for all that he was nevertheless quite remarkable。 He was massive through chest and belly with squat legs and arms that appeared to be far too short for his body。 His head seemed to be cemented onto his shoulders without the benefit of an intervening neck。 His head was a perfect oval covered on top by jet black hair cut en brosse； which； to Nicholas at least； added to his military bearing。 His face was flat but not in a typically Japanese manner。 His eyes； for instance； were distinctly almond…shaped and as glossily black as hard chips of obsidian but they slanted upwards at their outer corners and this oddity； bined with his flat； high cheek…bones and the deep yellow colours of his skin； bespoke his Mongol heritage。 Nicholas could think of him； without much difficulty at all； as some reincarnation of Genghis Khan。 This was not so outlandish as it at first might seem for； recalling his history； Nicholas brought to mind the Mongol invasions of Japan in 1274 and 1281。 Fukuoka； in the south； was their chief target because of its nearness to the Asian shore。 Satsugai； Nicholas knew； had been born in the Fukuoka district and though he was； in all ways； purely Japanese … tradition…minded； wholly reactionary … who could say that his ancestors had not been among those most feared mounted nomads？
One might think that； in giving all these particulars of his physical appearance； one should thus be able to define the man。 Not so； however。 Satsugai was； quite clearly； an individual who was born to lead。 Being a native of a land dedicated to the ideal of duty to the group … family elders； the daimyo and； ultimately； the shogun who represented the concept of Japan more forcefully and in a much more real sense than did the Emperor for a span of some two hundred and fifty years … he was nevertheless forever a man apart。 Outwardly； quite naturally； this was not so； for he was totally dedicated to Japan； his Japan； and to this end he belonged to many g
