{"id":633,"date":"2013-12-03T03:00:56","date_gmt":"2013-12-02T18:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jisukcho.com\/karasu\/?p=633"},"modified":"2013-12-03T14:20:03","modified_gmt":"2013-12-03T05:20:03","slug":"b2part01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jisukcho.com\/karasu\/b2part01\/","title":{"rendered":"Book II \u4e00 Part 01 (Care)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"kyoken\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The forest was quiet. It was the most silence Shichi had heard in months, having spent the winter in the bustling city of Osaka. Though the air was still cold, the monk could sense the approach of spring. It was evident in the trees, stretching as they woke with pale green buds. It was good to be in the woods once more.<\/p>\n

The fox on his shoulder flicked her ear, shaking a droplet that had fallen from the branches above. Chiyo had moved very little since morning, staying lazily curled around his neck. Occasionally, one of her three tails would flop as she napped, swatting the tengu\u2019s beak without remorse. Even so, he had no complaints. The monk was grateful for her company, as well as the warmth her fur provided against the chill.<\/p>\n

It had been nearly a day since they had left the city. Shichi had used all of his will to avoid looking back, not wanting to dwell on what he had left. Even the creeping feeling that they were being followed was not enough to draw his eyes behind. As much as he wanted to, he knew that he could never return to Osaka.<\/p>\n

The trees towered over the narrow road, blocking the setting sun with a tunnel of branches. Unlike the main road, their path was winding and empty. After his brief arrest by the city police, the last thing Shichi wanted was to deal with more humans. Taking the main route would surely have brought its share of merchants, travelers, and guardsmen demanding paperwork.<\/p>\n

As the sky grew darker, the woods changed. From the corner of his eye, Shichi saw glimpses of floating lights. They drifted between the trees like flames, casting a blue glow over the trunks. The forest was rife with spirits. The lights flickered gently, guiding them though the black corridor of trees.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe should rest,\u201d Chiyo said, sleepily glancing up. \u201cIt\u2019s too dark to travel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been resting all day,\u201d the monk replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I want a bed,\u201d she fussed, already longing for the futon she had left at Urameshiya. The inn had been their home for months, spoiling them with warm food and clean bedding.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose we should camp for the night, though I highly doubt we\u2019ll find a bed in these woods.\u201d<\/p>\n

At that moment, the fox lifted herself. She perched higher, her eyes catching sight of a red post down the path. The wood was old and rotted, leaving only the base in the earth by the road.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually,\u201d the kitsune said, her eyes glinting. \u201cWe just might.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Shichi asked, staring blankly at the pole.<\/p>\n

\u201cTurn here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInto the forest? But the path is\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cJust go. There, between the trees,\u201d she interrupted.<\/p>\n

The tengu sighed, his posture slumping as he gave in to his companion\u2019s demand. They left the path, following a narrow passage through the tall cedars. For a moment, he was certain that he\u2019d seen a pair of green eyes from the road. The sight faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving him wondering if he had seen anything at all. It was pointless to dwell on strange sights in these woods \u2014 there was no telling what tricks spirits might play on a hapless traveler in the dark.<\/p>\n

As they went deeper into the forest, the wooden posts became more frequent. It soon became apparent that they were more than mere poles \u2014 they were torii, crimson gates that arched over the walkway by the dozens. Lanterns floated along the way, leaving a trail of glowing lights snaking through the trees. The further they traveled from the road, the better the gates\u2019 conditions seemed. Eventually, they came to a particularly tall torii, its paint vivid and pristine.<\/p>\n

\u201cChiyo, where are\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

Shichi\u2019s question was cut off by the sound of weapons. From the darkness came a slew of figures, encircling the pair with drawn swords. The monk froze, taking in a breath. Though they seemed human, it only took a moment of scrutiny to see the truth.<\/p>\n

They were kitsune.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop right there,\u201d came a voice from the side. Shichi glanced over, his eyes falling on their leader. His form was human, yet his features betrayed his true self. The man\u2019s eyes were narrow and, like Chiyo\u2019s, lined with red. The kitsune\u2019s gaze was locked directly on Shichi\u2019s shoulder, or, more specifically, the fox perched there.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich clan are you from?\u201d he asked, addressing Chiyo directly.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo much for hospitality,\u201d she muttered, unimpressed with the display.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnswer me,\u201d he demanded, his expression hardening.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not from any clan,\u201d Chiyo replied with a shrug.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry if we\u2019ve intruded,\u201d Shichi said, holding up both hands. \u201cWe don\u2019t want any trouble, we just\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd who are you?\u201d the man snapped, finally making eye contact with the tengu.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Shichi \u2014 I\u2019m a monk.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this, the kitsune paused. He gave Shichi a once-over before turning to an armed woman at his side. The two murmured for a moment, their words hurried and undecipherable. Finally, they seemed to come to an agreement.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis way,\u201d he said, gesturing down the path with his sword. \u201cDon\u2019t dawdle.\u201d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t until Shichi was poked in the back with the blunt end of a weapon that he stepped forward. He and Chiyo exchanged glances before following the band of kitsune further into the woods.<\/p>\n

Before long, the dark path was illuminated by the lights of a village. The homes and structures were tightly packed, their beams painted in bright colors and roofs laid with cherry tiles. Strings of paper lanterns hung between the trees, casting light on the stone path that ran through the center of the town. Though the sun had set, the villagers were still quite busy. Some walked by in human form, their hands occupied with baskets and packages. Many others, however, remained as foxes, trotting through on all fours. While several had white fur like Chiyo, the monk noticed shades he had never seen before \u2014 there were cream, ivory, and silver kitsune, all with varying numbers of tails.<\/p>\n

The activity in the village was abruptly halted by their presence. The villagers paused to watch the guards march past, two strangers in tow. Some began whispering to one another. Visitors were rare in their town and tengu were even more so.<\/p>\n

The guards led Shichi and Chiyo to a rather large structure at the center of the village. It appeared to be a home, rising to two floors with an elegantly sloping roof. It had been built beside an ancient tree, its trunk as thick as an ox cart. Two of the guards stepped forward, announcing themselves at the entrance.<\/p>\n

A moment later, the twin doors opened. A man emerged, his body draped in elegant robes. Shichi reeled at the sight of him, immediately recognizing his face. The kitsune\u2019s black hair was set in a short top-knot, his features still smooth in spite of his age. Only a few pox scars blemished his cheeks, reminders of the ordeal he had gone through only a month prior.<\/p>\n

\u201cNaoki, this tengu claims that\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cShichi,\u201d the man said, interrupting the guard as his eyes fell on the monk. \u201cIt\u2019s you!\u201d<\/p>\n

At these words, the others lowered their weapons.<\/p>\n

\u201cNaoki. It\u2019s an honor to see you again,\u201d the monk replied with a pleasant bow. \u201cYou look well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks to you,\u201d Naoki said, stepping back to gesture inside. \u201cPlease, come in. It\u2019s quite cold out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chiyo shot the lead guard a smug look as they were led into the house, receiving only a glare in response. They were immediately enveloped in warmth. There was a hearth lit in the center of the wide room, the fire crackling busily from the low pit. The decor was understated, leaving only a row of fox masks to accent the paper walls.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo this is your village?\u201d Shichi asked as he sat across their host at the chestnut table. Chiyo hopped down from his shoulder, shaking herself before taking a human form to join them. The guard had entered as well, but remained standing beside the door. His posture was stiff as he waited, his hands folded behind his back.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he answered with a nod. \u201cIt\u2019s not as grand as the city, but you are welcome to whatever you need.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re just passing through,\u201d Chiyo explained as an attendant poured her a cup of tea. \u201cWe need a place to rest for the night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd also dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChiyo<\/i>,\u201d Shichi muttered, wishing his companion could muster some manners.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Naoki replied, unfazed by her blunt request. \u201cWhere are you traveling to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnfortunately, we had to leave Osaka,\u201d Shichi explained, his eyes falling. \u201cI\u2019m not quite sure where we\u2019ll go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see. Well, please stay here as long as you like.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you. You\u2019re very kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs for dinner, we were just about to\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

Naoki was unable to finish his sentence, cut off by an intrusive voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cFather! Is that a tengu?\u201d asked a boy from the doorway. Shichi looked over to see two children, both in their fox forms. They were quite young, their ears entirely too large for their heads. The kits each had only one tail, both of which were puffed in excitement.<\/p>\n

\u201cShouldn\u2019t you be helping with dinner?\u201d Naoki asked, suppressing a sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you the doctor tengu? Is your name Shichi?\u201d the smaller boy asked as he approached Shichi, ignoring his father\u2019s question.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s right. And what are your names?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Ken,\u201d he said, already clambering up onto his shoulder. Apparently, Naoki\u2019s children weren\u2019t shy.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Kyo,\u201d his brother added. \u201cI\u2019m older.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBoys, don\u2019t bother our guest,\u201d Naoki said, his voice hardening.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all right \u2014 I don\u2019t mind,\u201d Shichi said. He had grown quite accustomed to being kitsune furniture. Though Shichi was immediately endeared to the two children, Chiyo had very little interest in their presence.<\/p>\n

\u201cFather told us about you,\u201d Ken said, settling on the monk\u2019s knee. \u201cHis face was all puffy, like this, and he had itchy bumps, like a bunch of big mosquito bites. And he said that you gave him lots of medicines so he was okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s quite the summary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. You\u2019re a phenomenal storyteller, Ken,\u201d his father said before gesturing to the door. \u201cNow go help your mother. Both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cRight now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both boys scowled, begrudgingly leaving the room beneath the glare of their parent.<\/p>\n

\u201cTheir mother?\u201d Shichi asked once the children were gone. \u201cYou mean\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, yes,\u201d Naoki replied. \u201cMy wife, Hana. It was a miracle we found her.\u201d<\/p>\n

At the time Shichi had met the kitsune, his wife had been missing. Yasue, an impostor from a rival clan, had taken Hana\u2019s place, her shapeshifting skills powerful enough to deceive each one of them. It wasn\u2019t until the woman made an attempt on the tengu\u2019s life that her lie had been unveiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cTruly?\u201d Shichi said, his face brightening. \u201cWhere was she? What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe other clan had taken her hostage. Luckily, we had Yasue to trade for her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m relieved to hear so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew,\u201d Naoki said, his eyes focused on the tea cup in his hands. \u201cSomehow\u2026 my heart knew that she was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

The monk fell silent at his words. It had been clear that the man loved his wife dearly. Shichi wondered if it could be true \u2014 if one could really have such a connection with another. Love was a powerful force, one he couldn\u2019t even begin to decipher.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what of your companion?\u201d Naoki continued, his attention returning to Shichi. \u201cThe bandit who captured Yasue?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi\u2019s expression fell. As much as it pained him to think of her, Aki hadn\u2019t left his thoughts since that morning. It hadn\u2019t even been a day since he\u2019d last seen her, but it already felt like ages.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe police have her,\u201d he replied. \u201cShe\u2026 she turned herself in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m very sorry. I would have liked to show her my gratitude, as well,\u201d Naoki said, shaking his head. It was a fair statement \u2014 if Aki and her team hadn\u2019t captured Yasue, they wouldn\u2019t have been able to trade her for Hana. In addition, the bandit had been the one to save Shichi from the woman\u2019s poison. If the doctor had died then, his patient would surely have followed.<\/p>\n

\u201cFather!\u201d called Ken from the doorway, his large ears twitching.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDinner is ready!\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking that as his cue, the guard at the entrance turned to leave the room. Just as his hand touched the door, Naoki spoke up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you going, Taro?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt seems everything is in order here. I\u2019ll leave you to your meal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we have a place saved for you. Go on, have a seat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taro paused, seemingly taken by his leader\u2019s invitation. Chiyo grinned at him, patting the empty spot beside her. With a sigh, the guard relented, removing his shoes to join them at the table.<\/p>\n

Dinner was served shortly. Nothing at the table surprised Shichi; he had spent enough time with Chiyo to know the types of foods that kitsune liked. Noodles with fried tofu were served, sided with sekihan \u2014 rice that had been reddened with azuki. There were quite a few bodies at the table \u2014 Hana had taken a seat beside her husband while the two children had settled shamelessly close to the tengu\u2019s side. Even so, there was plenty to be had.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you eat without teeth?\u201d Kyo asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. Even in his human form, he was rather small.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t really chew food,\u201d Shichi explained, glancing down at the boy. \u201cI just swallow it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut father says you shouldn\u2019t swallow things whole.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s right. You\u2019re not a tengu \u2014 you don\u2019t have a gizzard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s a gazerd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKyo, why don\u2019t you let him eat?\u201d Naoki said. \u201cI\u2019m sure he\u2019s hungry from traveling all day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, okay,\u201d the boy replied, using his chopsticks to deposit a piece of fried tofu into Shichi\u2019s bowl. \u201cHere, you can have mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d the monk said, his expression warming. \u201cThat\u2019s very generous.\u201d<\/p>\n

Though the dishes served were varied and enticing, Shichi found himself unable to eat more than a few bites. His stomach twisted, angry with him for being so slow. He ignored the pangs, motionlessly gazing down at his meal.<\/p>\n

Had Aki and Rinka eaten that day? It was possible they had only been fed a gruel of rice, if anything. He wondered if they were safe \u2014 if their captors had done anything for their wounds or provided protection from the cold. More than anything, he wished they were present \u2014 that he could know for certain that they were unharmed. While those around him chatted and ate, Shichi could do nothing more than sit in silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a sword, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Kyo asked, pulling the tengu back into the present. The child\u2019s eyes were locked on the katana that was fastened to Shichi\u2019s back, his curiosity vastly overpowering his manners.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d Shichi said, his voice soft.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re not a warrior, are you? Can you use it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe boy makes a good point,\u201d Taro said, speaking to Shichi for the first time since they\u2019d arrived. \u201cWhat does a doctor need with a sword?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt isn\u2019t mine,\u201d Shichi admitted, turning his attention to the stern-faced guard. \u201cI\u2019m holding it for someone. Until\u2026 until I see her again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. And you\u2019re familiar with the proper care of a blade?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProper\u2026 care?\u201d Shichi murmured, already embarrassed with himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see,\u201d Taro replied, his expression flat. \u201cThen perhaps I can show you after supper.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi looked back up, blinking in surprise. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t mind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor a friend of Naoki\u2019s — not at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spirits lifted, Shichi finally managed to bring his attention to his meal. It was then that he noticed the pile of mushrooms that Chiyo had placed in his bowl. Apparently the kitsune was more concerned about Shichi\u2019s stomach than he was.<\/p>\n

It was only when dinner had ended that Taro spoke to him again. He approached the tengu in the sitting room, kneeling beside him with a small wooden box.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I see it?\u201d the kitsune asked, gesturing for the katana. Carefully, Shichi removed the weapon from his back, using both hands to place it in Taro\u2019s palms. With trained motions, the guard pulled the blade from its sheath, his eyes scrupulously following the length of steel. The yellow lamplight reflected off its surface, highlighting the sharp ridge.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s quite old, but this is a fine sword,\u201d Taro said after a moment of examination.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow much is it worth?\u201d Chiyo asked from the corner she was lounging in. She had returned to her fox form, looking quite comfortable on the floor. Shichi shot her a look, receiving a shameless smile in return.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not going to sell it,\u201d the monk muttered, still glaring at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was just asking,\u201d Chiyo said with a shrug.<\/p>\n

Taro ignored their exchange, keeping his eyes on the weapon as he offered it back to the monk.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll need the right tools to care for it,\u201d he explained, lifting a small wooden box to remove the lid. \u201cIt must be oiled regularly, to prevent rusting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow often?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you ever use it\u2026 which I doubt will happen, you should clean it right after. If not, once every few weeks will be sufficient.\u201d<\/p>\n

From the wooden box he pulled a cloth, as well as a powder ball and oil. The kitsune explained each step in detail, motioning to allow the tengu to try it on his own. Shichi had clearly never held a sword before. The closest he had used was a naginata, and that was limited to a few isolated moments when Sagiri had insisted he attend weapons training. He felt like someone holding a child for the first time \u2014 awkward, and quite concerned about breaking something.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd be careful not to touch the blade at this point,\u201d Taro continued as the monk wiped the steel for the second time.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis seems like a lot of work,\u201d Chiyo said, rolling over to rest her head on her paws. \u201cIs it really worth the trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to take care of it,\u201d Shichi replied, his tone firm. \u201cShe asked me to.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes dropped, lingering on the weapon in his hands. His features softened as he recalled the exact moment, wishing it could have lasted just a bit longer.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026It was the last thing she said to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was then that he wondered if he would ever hear her voice again, or if those would forever be her final words on his ears.<\/p>\n

Not long after, an attendant showed Shichi and Chiyo to a room. The monk kept the wooden kit in his hands \u2014 luckily, Naoki had been generous enough to donate it.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we sleep in your room?\u201d Ken asked from the doorway, his head lifted with hope.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf c-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Chiyo interrupted. Apparently, she was completely unaffected by their bright eyes and tiny, pink noses.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we-\u201c Kyo started, but was quickly cut off.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t share my bed,\u201d she said, perching halfway up the tengu\u2019s head. Shichi almost thought to mention that she shared a bed with him all the time \u2014 after a moment, however, he realized that he was<\/i> the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave them alone, boys,\u201d Naoki called from the hallway. \u201cCome on \u2014 in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dropping their heads in dejection, the children slumped out of the doorway. Chiyo hopped down to shut the door behind them, relieved that their father had called them off.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t so bad, right?\u201d she asked, flopping onto her back over a soft futon.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m surprised you led us here,\u201d Shichi said, gingerly setting the sword down on a long table. \u201cI thought you didn\u2019t trust other kitsune.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d she admitted. \u201cBut it\u2019s better than sleeping on cold dirt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose,\u201d the tengu replied, still gazing down at the sword. Chiyo was silent for a moment, watching him thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou miss her, don\u2019t you?\u201d the kitsune finally asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d he answered. \u201cI miss all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut she\u2019s the one you\u2019re thinking about.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi took in a slow breath, his eyes low as he considered her words.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe must be in a cell now,\u201d he murmured. \u201cWithout a bed \u2014 without warmth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was her choice,\u201d Chiyo said, managing to sit upright. \u201cShe knows she did the right thing. That will bring her comfort that no bed can.\u201d<\/p>\n

The monk turned to look at his friend, taken by her remark.\u00a0It was only then that he remembered she was a century older than him \u2014 it was rare that Chiyo\u2019s words matched her age.\u00a0His expression softened as he let the meaning sink in. Perhaps she was right.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe can handle it,\u201d the kitsune added. A moment later, she yawned, exposing her small, sharp teeth. \u201cNow let\u2019s sleep. I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

Soon, the entire house was dark. Chiyo had curled into a ball, taking her rightful place on the tengu\u2019s chest. Shichi, however, found himself unable to sleep. He looked up at the wooden ceiling as the wind rattled the windows. Despite Chiyo\u2019s words, he couldn\u2019t help but worry. The constable, Tagosaku, had been the one to take the bandits in. Though he was cold, he was an honorable man. He couldn\u2019t have gone back on his word.<\/p>\n

Could he?<\/p>\n

Shichi closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. He listened \u2014 to his breath, to the wind and the creaking of the old house. After a minute, his body eased, feeling truly warm for the first time that night.<\/p>\n

He knew \u2014 somehow, he knew that she was all right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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