Chapter XI
"Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without
fighting."
"
The Art of War
"
~by Sun Tzu~
The Koga would contact me from time to time with small tasks. I had to steal an artifact from the Nigata and hide it in the belongings of a visiting courtier. Listen in on financial plans being discussed by visiting merchants. Steal an original copy of the "Emerald Sutra" from a corrupt merchant. Little tasks like this were common. That was soon to change. I had been reading in the library during my second year at the school. While reading I was approached by a samurai of the Aka-Inu House. They were a small House whose lands were nestled in the middle of the Okayama territories to our south.
"It looks to be a long night." he said.
It was the code I had heard several times this year. I looked up slowly at him trying not to draw attention to us. We were alone in the library. Good.
"Best if it is." This was the counter phrase to his statement.
He continued as he sat down. "Nokizaru Daiki sent me. There will be a retinue of the Karafuto House coming to negotiate with the Bandai in a few weeks. We need you to incite as much strife between these two Houses as possible. We
need
a war." I nodded before he continued. "Or as close to it as you can get us. Do you understand?" I nodded again.
"Domo arigato, Hiro sama." he rose and left. I finished my book.
Afterward, I went to court. The Nigata Daimyo, Shun, was not present. He was first cousin to the Emperor and as such could usually be found within the imperial city of Teikoku Toshi no Kyoto serving as an Imperial aid. His Shugodai was Nigata Chosan. She was conducting court that day. I walked into the middle of a session on a Honshu courtier's behavior in Toshi Towada. The topic of the Karafuto did not come up that day, or the next.
To ask questions about a subject that hasn't been mentioned, without looking suspicious, is almost impossible. It had to come up on its own before I could broach the subject. On the third day I finally heard it. A Karafuto Shogun was coming to discuss a trade agreement between their House and the Bandai. The Bandai Champion Shigeru, Champion is how they referred to their House Daimyo. He had to earn his position by dueling the previous Champion. The duels were usually just to the first blood, but some were to the death. Anyway, Shigeru would be coming from Toshi Towada to meet with them. The Karafuto Shogun would bring one hundred men, his aids and servants. As well as his daughter. They said she was a samurai-ko of great promise.
All I could do was prepare my equipment, weapons and drugs. I wouldn't have anything solid to work with until they arrived and I could see what kind of Giapanese they were.
They weren't scheduled to arrive for another two months. I used this time to find out what I could about them. The Shogun, Karafuto Kasuga, had a good record and was not known for any vices. I got a message through my only contact in town back to the Koga. I needed something to go on. The results didn't help much.
He was an honorable man with an honorable family. His daughter, Karafuto Eisai, thought guarding the north was the most important assignment any mononofu could have. She was an exceptional soldier, but usually people sided with her because she was incredibly pleasant. Most of the other Houses' courtiers and samurai couldn't bring themselves to disappoint her. This was terrible news. Their Daimyo sent them because he could trust them. These just weren't the sort of people that lied. I would have to frame them for something when they got here. I hated that.
To get my mind off of this I walked down to my local merchant, a man by the name of Shinnon Jira. He was a merchant of the Bandai, his family being vassals of the Towada. He was a pleasant man in his late twenties with long hair like the Bandai and a short mustache. I chose him because he seemed honest. He wasn't, but most thought he was. This kept me on my toes when dealing with him and I always knew what to expect.
Samurai frown on any mononofu getting involved with the workings of money, and since the Bandai assumed I was samurai, I had to be discreet. Jira understood this and though he might be able to use it against me, he wasn't quite sure what my idea of fair recompense would be.
I walked in to the small tea-house, covered in my brown cloak. I sat at a table near the
back waiting for him to finish giving his orders to the boy he used as a runner. When he was done he looked up and saw me at my usual table so he came over and sat next to me. "Kumikazu sama, have you eaten rice today?"
"I have not, my friend." He waved a girl over and ordered us some food. While we waited I asked him, "And how has the RyuKyu silver been doing over the past few days?"
"Ah, the day has been so long I cannot even muster the energy to lie to you. It has done well. One to two against the Shikoku you traded for last week."
"There now. You see? You are not
too
tired to lie. I believe you meant to say one to two and two copper? Did you not?"
"Ah, as I said my friend, fatigue. It will be the end of me. I must learn to rest some time." I smiled at the crook. He reminded me of home.
"I will be happy to drop one copper off the trade if you buy dinner."
"Yes. A very fine trade indeed." He paid the girl when she brought our rice and tea. She made sure to count it before she left.
"And your friend who needed the silver. Did she find the Hokkaido wanted her pearls as badly as she thought?"
"Wayo san? I do not think she has returned as of yet, my lord." He was being careful with that 'I do not think' in his reply.
"Oh? But I saw her arrive just last night. I would have thought she would come to you
immediately." I said mockingly. He thought a moment.
"Yes. I was so tired when I spoke to her that I forgot." I nodded with a grin.
"Let me see the ledger, Jira san." He removed a small book from his kimono, with a smile. I spent several moments looking through it. I saw no trace of forgery, and all of the information looked legitimate. It showed I had earned double my silver from her transactions, thirty silver, eight copper. I was very pleased. "Do you have my money, Jira san?" He nodded and handed me a small silk bag. I removed the silver and counted it. "You are two silver short, Jira san."
"My apologies, Kumikazu sama." He handed me the difference.
While I put it away I said, "You are so incorrigible, my friend. Are you sure you are not a Koga?"
He became honestly upset at that. "My lord, I do have some honor!"