Sunlight filtered in through the shoji paper of the windows. It was a beautiful day outside. Aki could hear birds singing, children laughing. She imagined kites gliding on the breeze. And here she was indoors practicing calligraphy.
Seventeen-year-old Aki sighed in boredom. She didn’t even realize it until the sigh had escaped her nostrils. By then it was too late and the calligraphy sensei, an old man who looked like the mythical tortoise Genbu, which had been around since the creation of the world, glared at her from above the thick frame of his rivet spectacles.
The glasses were basically magnifying lenses riveted together (hence the name) and were better-suited for scrutinizing the faint underwriting on the pages of dusty tomes in the Imperial Library. Supposedly they made the wearer over-dependent and as helpless as a mole without them, but the eyes of the sensei still looked like those of a hawk and felt like they could probe right into Aki’s sinful soul and then banish her to the netherworld.
Aki stiffened in her half-sitting half-kneeling position in front of the floor desk. Although she was constantly at loggerheads with her tutors especially about what made a proper lady proper, mainly because she doubted very much that her senseis had any inkling of what that concept meant in this day and age, the tutors were acting under strict instructions from her grandfather. Now, her grandfather wasn’t someone she would want to cross. Her mother, Crown Princess Kiyo, she could reason with and disarm with her Puppy Eye Technique. But to go against her grandfather, Emperor and head of the imperial house, it would take a higher, and probably martial, skill.
{If only Father was alive,} Aki thought to herself and repressed another sigh that seemed to come from the lowest depths of her heart.
Her hand was moving the brush elegantly and fluidly above the parchment. Ideally, she was tracing the old strokes closer and closer to perfection, but in reality she was just going through the motions. According to the calligraphy sensei, perfecting her brushstrokes would lead to the improvement of her swordplay. If that was true, Aki thought, she’d be a master swordsman by now.
Her father, fallen heir to the Gold Lotus Throne, was the greatest swordsman of his time. He was killed in a cowardly attack by assassins of the Vulcanus (a.k.a. Salamander) Clan when Aki was just a child. She remembered more of that day than anything else about her father, which was kind of messed up but nothing she could remedy.
At that time, the assassins from the Vulcanus Clan had transformed the Grand Hall into a sea of fire. The fire-tamers themselves looked like demons in her child eyes. Indeed, rumor had it that the Slayers had traded their souls for power and their bodies were no more than lifeless puppets for the demons to manipulate. But they were still identifiable through the traditional red garb of the Clan of Vulcanus, complete with the “mempo” or faceplate that covered their faces from the nose down to the chin. Those faceplates were made of both iron and leather with a lacquered finish. They depicted the nose-tendrils and fangs of their sigil dragon, Kai-Ryu the Red Dragon.
It was an open secret that their goal had been The Egg of the Dragon God. It was the most precious of all the relics in the possession of Aki’s clan, handed down to the Yin-Yang Master Belshazzar by the gods of creation themselves and entrusted to the care and protection of the Ciconi Clan. So it had been for two centuries. So it would be until the day of truth.
The Ciconi Clan had carried on a proud and vigilant tradition as keepers and protectors of the Egg. Using both the martial and mystic arts, they kept the raiders at bay. Aki’s late father was the greatest embodiment of their emblem animal, the Stork, wearing his immaculate-white shōzoku suit and leaping into the flames of the enemy like a giant prehistoric bird that was light and airy yet bursting with life, ultimately sacrificing himself and leaving his loved ones behind.
Before Aki realized it, a tear had fallen from the waterline of her eye and blotted the ink on her parchment. Perhaps the calligraphy sensei would understand. She quietly sniffled and wiped the remnant tear away with the long wide sleeve of her white kimono whose knot on the back was as puffed out as a resting stork’s head and shoulder.
It took some effort to lift her bowed head to check the sensei’s reaction but, as soon as she did, she realized something was wrong. The sensei’s typically watchful eyes weren’t trained on her. He was listening to something outside; his head tilted.
“Over there! Over there!” the Imperial Guards were shouting.
“Please remain here, Aki-oujo,” her sensei instructed, putting out all the candles and lamps in the room with a simple wave of his hand.
With surprising agility, he slid open, stepped clear of, and then shut the door, throwing the room into darkness except for the pale sunlight seeping in through the paper windows.
As the commotion went on outside, Aki floated backwards to camouflage herself amid the banners and shadows of the wall. She tried to regulate her breathing. Through her yoga training, she had learned to reduce her breaths to the point that her heartbeat and metabolism would become very slow and her body would conserve energy. She had resumed sitting seiza-style, half-kneeling half-sitting, this time in the dark and fighting back her curiosity with all the restraint she could muster.
As heir apparent, she wasn’t allowed to put her life in danger. Hundreds of palace guards would also throw themselves on the blades of the enemy before they would let any harm come to her. Aki appreciated the selfless devotion but felt like any normal seventeen-year-old girl would: like a sitting duck.
What was all that about? Something unexpected so rarely happened on the peaceful Ethereal Nest so what could it be? She was burning to find out.
Then, all at once, as an ominous fulfilment of the saying “be careful what you wish for”, she felt the sliding door of the calligraphy room soundlessly open and then just as gently shut. Someone had entered the room and, judging by the air disturbance and minute pressure shifts, it wasn’t her sensei.
Aki let her eyes adjust in the dark. She could make out a shape right beside the entrance. The figure was crouching parallel to the door, only their profile visible to her. Then her heart gave a leap because she could discern the color of the intruder’s shōzoku suit. It was red!
The realm of the Storks was scattered amid the peaks of the highest mountains in the east, veiled by clouds. On the other hand, red Slayers of the Vulcanus Clan inhabited the very fertile lands at the foot of volcanoes in the west. They enjoyed the hot springs there and tapped the burning energies from deep within the earth to forge terrible weapons of war. Seeing a member of the Vulcanus Clan here now was like seeing a mole on an eagle’s nest.
Aki could hardly bear the suspense. It had been a decade since the last sighting of red Slayers on the Ethereal Nest. Who was this? A thief?
As though the red Slayer could sense her, they turned their head to the shadows that hid Aki. Aki calmed herself again by meditation to become invisible.
Her camouflage appeared to be working, which was a relief. But then she saw the red Slayer raise their hands to make the hand seal of Jin, the Inner Bonds, which would bring their awareness to a heightened state.
The red Slayer put their hands together, fingers interlocked. Then, to Aki’s great consternation, they even whispered the mantra in esoteric Highland tongue: “Through the Infinite, I know the mind of each and all.”
The Slayer’s eyes glinted a fiery yellow in the dark.
The Kuji Kiri or the Nine Hand Seals was a set of mudras or hand signs. Originally developed by the mountain pilgrim monks of the Ethereal Nest, they were used to purify Slayers under the raging torrent of a waterfall. By forming hand seals, a Slayer was able to summon their ki (energy force) to perform their desired technique.
The particular hand seal the red Slayer made would give him the power to read the thoughts of others. It was very useful in scanning dark spaces for the presence of other Slayers. But the shocking thing about it was, the thought-listening technique called Chounouryokujutsu was supposed to be unique to the Clan of Stork, the white Slayers. Right now Aki was looking at a member of the Clan of Vulcanus who knew how to execute it.
She could counter the offensive technique with a defensive one of her own, to shield her thoughts from the intruder’s prying mind. But she focused all her energies on staying calm and sitting perfectly still, mainly because the multi-tiered sword stand was far to her left. The swords were all neatly arranged for display like the glaives and the hollow armors, too far out of reach in the face of a determined red Slayer and their throwing stars, flames, or both.
Aki decided the best course of action. She decided to surprise the intruder by giving them a taste of their own medicine and communicating with them on the psychic plane. This was Ishin-denshin no Jutsu. The Mind Transmission Technique. Maybe she could distract them until an opening to somersault to the weapons presented itself.{Who are you?}The red Slayer gasped. They whipped out a throwing star from the inner pocket of their jacket. When the throwing star fanned out like a hand of cards, it was revealed that the figure actually held six of the wicked shurikens instead of just one. More than enough to seriously injure an unarmed princess in such close quarters. But then the red Slayer regained their composure and tried, rather belatedly, to demonstrate either innocence or decorum. With a slight hesitation, they slipped their throwing stars back inside their jacket.{My name is Temujin, of the Clan of Vulcanus,} he spoke in a masculine voice that he might’ve deepened on purpose.H
That night, Aki tossed and turned on layers of featherbeds. Temujin had been locked up in the dungeons as per the Emperor’s orders but no extra precaution had been taken to ensure the safety of the Egg of the Dragon God. In short, they didn’t heed the red Slayer’s warning.Aki hated to admit it but the Clan of Stork could be supremely proud about their appointment as guardians of the Egg. Although it was true that the section of the Treasure Vault leading to the most coveted power source in the world was riddled with booby traps and various obstacles, and not even Aki had heard tell of what those were precisely, there was still a human variable in the defense system: the chief architect who had devised the whole thing.Unless the Storks were a barbaric people who killed helpers just as soon as they had rendered their service, the chief architect was the weak link. And criminal elements always seemed to know exactly where to apply pressure to get what they wanted.Aki was aware that he
Temujin’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper.“What do you mean?” Aki asked. “They had to extinguish all sources of light within a hundred yards of me or else I’ll be able to manipulate them.”It dawned on Aki that that was indeed the reason the usual sputtering torches had all disappeared, swathing most of the prison in darkness.“I see,” she said. “My apologies.” “Why? Why do you apologize? It’s not your doing, is it?”“It’s common courtesy,” she reasoned matter-of-factly, “to express sympathy for another person’s discomfort.” “Well, I think you apologize too much.”She ignored that, fearing another outburst from him.“Can’t you generate fire from within you?” she asked. “With your ki?”“Fire can never be created by man. It can only be borrowed. We, of the Vulcanus Clan, are direct descendants of the god Homusubi, who gave the gift of fire to all mankind.”“I know that story. My mom used to tell it to me when I was a child.”“Well, I’m sure your mom forgot to mention how I
Aki cried her eyes out in her room. It was almost daylight but she hadn’t slept a wink. She couldn’t understand all the mixed emotions she was feeling. Mostly it was indignation about Temujin’s innocence and her clan’s unfair treatment of him. But it was other bigger issues as well; older issues. Temujin just stirred up all the frustrations she had long been denying. On the strict regimen of a princess and under the watchful eye of the Emperor and his extensions, she felt like a bird in a cage. It was golden, but a cage nonetheless. There were also many things they wouldn’t tell her; about her father, that day ten years ago when he perished before her very eyes. It was strange but all the knowledge she had of him was the little she could glean from History books and from that sole, hazy memory of her childhood. They had always treated her like a child, incapable of making her own decisions or surviving on her own. And every mistake she made was magnified in the eyes of her tutors and
Aki had reached the Armory. If her guess was right, here she would find all the red Slayer stuff that had been confiscated from Temujin. She figured the best way to tell if Temujin was lying was by checking if every part of his story fitted. She could do that by studying his possessions. Detective work, forensic science, and logical reasoning were all fundamental skills of a Slayer. She rummaged through shelves of close-range weapons – the shorter shinobuken and the longer wakizashi swords – then long-range ones – grenades, throwing stars, knives, blowguns – till her eyes settled on a box that was clearly set apart from the rest. She knew at once they were Temujin’s belongings. First, there was the familiar bright red color of his obi. For some reason, his jailers thought it best not to let him keep his belt sash. Next, there was a pair of tiger claws. Individually, those consisted of two iron bands conjoined by a leather strip; the upper one slipped around the palm and had spikes
Aki was woken up by strong winds blowing against her face. She opened her eyes groggily and saw the glare of the sun above her. She turned her face away and tried to turn over to her side. “Just a few more minutes,” she mumbled to her chambermaid. When she couldn’t turn or twist her body, she opened her eyes and looked down at… the ground two miles below! She screamed. “Whoa!” Temujin cried out from somewhere above her. He had to shout above the roaring winds. “You’re awake!” Aki couldn’t believe her eyes because Temujin appeared to be RIDING a giant eagle. Aki was sure it was a giant eagle because the monster actually twisted its neck to peer down at her even as it continued flapping its gargantuan wings, stirring up a hurricane around her. The eagle made a series of high-pitched whistles as though to say something to her, who was by deduction clutched in its huge claws. The grip wasn’t so tight as to squeeze the breath out of her but it was definitely not a comfortable spot to b
It was Aki who spoke again first: “Fine. Do what you want. But aren’t you forgetting one very important thing?” “What’s that?” Temujin growled. “Even if you do find the Egg or the bad guys (and that’s a very big if all on your own), you still need a good word to the Emperor so you don’t get executed. Or did you think they were going to take the word of a Salamander like you?” Temujin kept quiet. Aki knew the point had hit home. She had also deliberately used the Vulcanus Clan’s old name to make Temujin even more uncomfortable. “And who else in the entire world can do that for you? Why, only me. None other than Princess Aki, granddaughter of the Emperor and heir to the throne.” Griffin clucked at Temujin as though in support of Aki. “And how are you gonna deflect all the arrows when they come flying at you? You may not have meant to take a white Slayer as a hostage but it was the smartest thing you ever did. Even if you hadn’t planned on it, you better let me do my job as your shi
Aki was stunned. There had ever only been four elements in the known world. This sounded like a whole new set of challenges altogether. She was starting to feel she was in over her head. Like she was in the middle of something much larger than them, dealing with legends that were older than time itself. “Don’t worry,” Temujin reassured her. “You’ve got the best detective on this case. There’s another piece of information I haven’t mentioned to you yet and this is our next clue.” Aki leaned closer in anticipation. “How the thieves knew about the exact location of the Egg and the design of the security system could only have been through the chief architect of the Treasure Vault.” Aki felt her excitement rising. Her hunch was right! The human element in the security system was the chink in the armor, and the chief architect was where the bad guys had put pressure to get to the Vault. “All we need to do now,” Temujin proudly finished, thinking himself so clever for coming up with t