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Chapter 1: Blood Ties
AN EERIE SILENCE hung in the air, much like that of early dawn.
The incredible mound of skeletons and black robes was now submerged in muddy water. Both the collapsed gate and the people whostoodfrozentothespotweresoakedthroughfromtherain.
A drop of water fell from the point of Koshun’s chin. His skin wascoldandcoveredingoosebumps.Itwasn’tbecauseoftherain thathadsoakedhimtothecore,however.Therewasanotherreason. A girl stood before him, dressed in a black robe. The faintsunlight that was seeping in through the clouds now the rain had cometoastopwasmakinghersilverhairglisten.Italmostlooked likeit’dbeensprinkledwithsilverdust.Herfacewasturned towardKoshun,buthereyesweren’tlookingathim.Instead,shewas gazing at the star raven perched on his shoulder.
Koshuntriedtocallouthername,buthefoundhimself tongue-tied. All that left his lips was a raspy groan.
The girl was Jusetsu, but at the same time, she wasn’t.
The Raven.
Whatcouldhavepossiblyhappened?Whathadbecome of Jusetsu?
AferociousstormwassurginginsideofKoshun.Heknewhe had to act right away. He needed to come up with an idea—and yet somehow, he couldn’t even bring himself to blink.
Someone stepped past him.
“Onkei. Tankai,” a cold, caustic voice called out. It was Eisei. The pair of eunuchs who were next to Jusetsu swiftly made their way over to him. “Take the Raven Consort to the Yamei Palace,” he ordered.
Upon hearing this, both men blinked as if they’d only just come back to their senses.
“Huh…? But Attendant Ei…” began Onkei, glancing over at Jusetsu’s face. Her features were subtly illuminated by the faint sunlight.Shetooknonoticeofhimwhatsoeverandkepthereyes firmly fixed on the star raven.
Suddenly,however,thesunlightbecamemuchmoreintense. The clouds had disappeared, and the sun had come out. Jusetsu scrunched up her face, seeming aggravated by its brightness. She let out an anguished cry as she staggered back, her legs wobbling beneath her.
“Niangniang!”
Jusetsu began to topple over, falling to one side. Just as she was about to hit the ground, Onkei caught her in his arms. Her limbs hung limply, and her eyes were closed. It looked like she had lost consciousness.
“Take her,” Eisei demanded again, his voice even more adamant now.
Onkeinodded.Hepickedherup,andheandTankairan inthedirectionoftheinnerpalace.Jusetsu’sgoldenchicken Shinshin followed behind them, its wings flapping in the wind.
“Sunlightispoisonforus,”mutteredthestarravenonKoshun’s shoulder—or rather, the Owl.
Eisei returned to where the emperor was standing and moved close to him, as if to be awaiting Koshun’s instructions.
Koshunletoutasighofrelief.I’msogladIhaveEiseibymyside. The emperor felt blood rush through his body, relieving him fromthetensionthathadoverwhelmedhimjustmomentsearlier. His mind then sprang into action at last. He needed to come up with a way to fix what was happening. Everything had crumbled around him. How could he even begin to explain this situationto anyone else?
TherewasnowaytohideJusetsu’strueidentityanymore.Her silver hair was proof that she was a descendant of the previous imperial family—and now it was public.
The crowd nearby began to buzz. In a matter of moments, Koshun and the others had found themselves surrounded by their chatter.
The air was full of questions. “What was that horde of skeletons about?” “Who was that silver-haired girl?”
More people flocked there from every corner of the imperial estate, and they could even spot a cavalry’s worth of military officials coming splashing through the mud.
Koshun gulped. “…Tell the Winter Minister—since he was leading the ritual—and the general of the estate guard what has happened,” he instructed Eisei, his eyes staring straight ahead.
It wasn’t right for Koshun to explain what happened here—he had to be the one that other people reported things to. Otherwise, it’d make people suspicious. After all, people tended not to accept what higher authorities told them as the truth.
“TellpeoplethatJusetsuisashrinemaiden—ashrinemaiden who serves Uren Niangniang. That will suffice.”
After receiving his commands, Eisei left Koshun’s side. The emperor then ordered his attendants—who were acting as his bodyguards—to go back to the inner court, and turned back the way he came.
AstheyhurriedtowardtheYameiPalace,Tankaiglancedover atOnkeirunningbesidehim.Hisfacewasdeathlypaleandhislips werepursed.Hewasn’tsayingaword.Tankaithenshiftedhisgaze toJusetsuinOnkei’sarms.Sheshowednosignofwakingupanytime soon. Her face was so devoid of color, and her limbs hung so limply it made him worry whether she was even breathing—but when he looked carefully, he noticed her eyelids twitching every now and then, and her chest was rising and falling too.
But still…
Her long, silver hair was hanging over Onkei’s arm, swaying back and forth as he dashed ahead.
ToTankai,itwasastrangesight.Itwasextremelybeautiful— but he also knew this color was a taboo.
HadshebeenadescendantoftheRanfamilyallalong?hewondered. Tankai could only assume Onkei already knew. He didn’t seem surprised by her silver hair, at least.
I’m sure that from here on out, things are going to get complicated, thought Tankai. But that’s not the problem.
WhatintheworldwasgoingtobecomeofJusetsu?Beforeshe lost consciousness, she seemed like an entirely different person.
“Hey,doyouknowwhat’shappenedtoniangniang?”Tankai asked.
Onkeididn’tevenlookathim.Hissilencesuggestedthatnot even he was in a position to answer that question.
The group arrived at the Yamei Palace to find Jiujiu loitering about in front of the palace building. Upon seeing Jusetsu in Onkei’s arms, her eyes widened with shock.
“Niangniang! What happened? Is she hurt…?”
The woman wasn’t surprised by Jusetsu’s silver hair either. Jiujiu must have known as well, Tankai assumed. He was initially startled by the idea—but on second thought, it would have been highly unlikely that Jusetsu’s lady-in-waiting, the person who waited on her hand and foot, didn’t know the truth.
“She passed out,” Onkei said simply before making his way inside. He sounded exhausted.
HeplacedJusetsuonherbedandgazeddownather,looking anxious.SeeingOnkei—someonewhoneverlosthiscool—with such an expression on his face filled Tankai with anxiety too.
Jiujiu announced she was going to change her out of herwet clothes, so forced the eunuchs to wait on the other side of the curtain.
“Did something bad happen?” she asked. “I could tellthingswerekindofrowdyoutsideoftheinnerpalace,butHuaNiangniang—I mean, the Mandarin Duck Consort—told us to stay inside our palaces.”
Thatmusthavebeentoavoidanyfurtherchaosfromunfolding, and explained why it had been so quiet as they made their way back to the Yamei Palace. If word about what happened got around, even the inner palace would’ve descended into uproar.
“The Mandarin Duck Consort was as wise as ever. If people knew that there was a throng of corpses lashing out, everyone would have lost their minds and run away,” Tankai said.
“Corpses?” Jiujiu asked.
This was going to be a nuisance to explain. Tankai lookedat Onkei for help, but the man just stood there, looking down in silence. It didn’t seem like he was paying any attention to the conversation—which left Tankai with no choice but to continue trying on his own.
“Theritual worked.I think. Thegate collapsed, but…”
Howcouldheevendescribethescene?Hethoughttherewas ahugewaveofblacksurgingtowardthem,butthenherealizedit was a horde of skeletons in black robes. The closer those skeletons got, the more they started to look like living people again. How was he supposed to explain what such a bizarre sight was like?
“The graves of the Raven Consorts were in the imperial gardens,” Onkei began in a soft voice. “Their dead bodies appeared from that direction, to kill niangniang for breaking the barrier.”
“To kill niangniang?!” Jiujiu said in something of a shriek. “Did they attack her? Is that why she fainted? Oh, but she musthave gotten away okay since the two of you were there to help. She doesn’t look hurt either.”
A pained grimace came to Onkei’s face. “She didn’t get away unscathed.”
“Huh? But you said she just fainted!”
“I wasn’t able to offer her any assistance whatsoever. I was completely useless,” Onkei said in a strained voice, clenching his fist. His hands were shaking.
Tankai hadn’t been able to help either. What was the point of him being her bodyguard? In fact, Jusetsu was the one who protected him and Onkei.
Jiujiu opened the curtain and stared at Tankai and Onkei apprehensively.Tankaiglanceddownatthebed.Nowdressedin her nightclothes, Jusetsu was lying down, her face still pale.
Onkei drew closer to the bed, then kneeled down beside it. HegazedintentlyatJusetsu’sface.Jiujiuwenttotheothersideof the curtain, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
She tugged on Tankai’s sleeve. “What happened to her?” “How would I know?” Tankai snapped, annoyed.
Jiujiu backed away in shock.
“I…really have no idea, Jiujiu,” he repeated, more gently this time. His voice was feeble now—he was at an utter loss.
Jiujiu opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but closed it again and looked back at the bed. She probably wanted to ask Tankai whether Jusetsu was going to be all right… but he couldn’t answer that question.
Tankai felt like he had a suffocatingly heavy weight on his shoulders. He looked around the room, hoping he could get the feeling to subside.
“Come to think of it, where’s Ishiha?” he asked. “It’s not like him to let Shinshin out of his sight.”
“Oh!”exclaimedJiujiu,soundingpanicked.“That’sright.
I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“He’snotbackyet.Hesuddenlydashedoutsidetochaseafter Shinshin… Oh, Shinshin’s here now though.”
Having finally noticed Shinshin resting its wings on top of the flower-patterned rug, she crouched down beside the bird.
“He still hasn’t come back…?” asked Tankai. “Shinshin flew over to niangniang. That silly kid must have gotten lost on the way there.”
There was no way he could have left the inner palace though, thanks to the guards who blocked off all the gates.
“Kogyo is searching the area for him. I was just thinking about joining her when you all arrived home,” Jiujiu explained. Kogyo was a court lady who worked at the Yamei Palace.
“Whydon’tIgolendahand?IfhewaschasingafterShinshin, I assume he’d be somewhere to the west.”
ThegatethatJusetsuwasatwasonthenorthwestern side of the imperial estate. Jiujiu, however, didn’t agree with Tankai’s conjecture.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “He headed east. Shinshin suddenlyhurriedoutofthebuilding,flappeditswings,thenimmediately began to fly toward the east side of the imperial estate.”
“The east is where the inner court is located, isn’t it? That’s the opposite direction from where niangniang was.”
“I know, but trust me. That’s the way Shinshin went,” Jiujiu responded, sounding annoyed. It wasn’t as if she was getting her east and west mixed up. Maybe Shinshin had flown to the east, changed direction, and headed over to Jusetsu in the west.
“Then I may as well look in the east for now.”
Nothing would get done if the two of them kept going aroundincircles,soTankaileftitatthatandleftthepalacebuilding. Directly to the east of the Yamei Palace was the inner court where the emperor lived. If you headed northeast, you’d come across the Hien Palace, while the Eno Palace was located toward the southeast. Tankai tried searching the area surrounding the two consorts’ palaces, but he found no trace of Ishiha. He even asked the eunuchs and court ladies who worked there if they had seen him, but their answers were a resounding no.
Evenso,itwasn’tlikeIshihawasnewtotheinnerpalace,and the grounds were only so big. Tankai had shrugged the issue off, telling himself the boy would be back before he knew it—but when night fell, there was still no sign of Ishiha.
Once the sun had set and semi-darkness had engulfed the areasurroundingtheYameiPalace,Jusetsuwokeup—oratleast, her attendants wished it would be Jusetsu.
The person who lay before them was, in fact, someonequite different.
***
“TheRavenhasawoken,”theOwldeclared,hisvoicecoming from the star raven’s beak.
Koshun was reclining on his divan while the bird sat on the table in one of the rooms of the inner court.
“What do you mean by that?” Koshun asked curtly.
“The Raven Consort’s heart has burst open and flown away. In her place, the once-restrained Raven is making an appearance.” “Was it Kosho’s forbidden magic that made her heart burstopen…?”
“Well, it is one consequence of it,” the Owl replied. “That forbidden magic was designed to kill the Raven Consort who managed to break the barrier. It may not have killed her, but…”
Her heart was now elsewhere.
“…When you say it ‘flew away,’ where exactly has it gone to?” Koshun asked.
“Iwouldn’tknow.”
“Is there any way to get it back?”
“I wouldn’t know,” the Owl repeated.
Koshun frowned and hung his head. The situation was even worse than he thought.
“Well,puttingthataside—whydoyoulooklikeastarraven?” he asked, changing his line of questioning.
Up until this point, the Owl had been incarcerated and had beencommunicating with the emperor through a large snail shell.IthadbeenalongtimesinceKoshunhadheardhisvoicethough, so he’d started wondering what may have happened to him.
“Iwaspunished.” “Punished?”
“TheyfoundoutthatI’dbeenstickingmynoseintothis.I’ve been banished—exiled, if you will. I’m not permitted to return to the Secluded Palace ever again,” the Owl said.
TherulesoftheSecludedPalacestatedthatgodswerestrictly forbidden from interfering with human affairs. The Owl had been imprisoned for violating this restriction in the first place, and now he was a repeat offender. That must have been why he was banished.
TheOwl’syoungersister,theRaven,hadalsobeenbanished— which was why she’d ended up in Sho.
“Just like the Raven, then,” Koshun reasoned. “So, why did you take that form?”
The emperor didn’t know what the Owl was supposed to looklike, but he doubted he naturally resembled a star raven.
“We gods don’t have physical forms like you humans do. We can’t communicate with people usually—the only exception is when we speak to an oracle.”
“An oracle… Do you mean a shrine maiden, like the Raven Consort?”
“Precisely.YoucanhearmebecauseIleftmymarkonyou. IcouldcommunicatewithothersifIweretouseahuman-shaped apparatus,butit’snotworththeeffort—they’retoohardtooperate. Using a bird is more convenient.”
“So you chose that star raven instead.”
“Exactly,” said the Owl. “It’s useful to be able to fly.”
The Owl seemed quite laid-back, considering he’d recently been exiled from his home.
“Getting banished doesn’t bother me,” the Owl continued, seemingly having noticed Koshun’s mild bewilderment. “You can’t do anything in the Secluded Palace anyway. You can’t even make your voice heard properly. That place brings me nothing but frustration.”
TheOwlwantedtosavetheRaven—somuchsothathereadily accepted his punishment.
“Is the current situation good for the Raven? Or bad?”
The Owl was silent for a while. “It’s not…good. At the end of the day, she’s still inside a shell. But there are positives. We can communicate now—as long as she’s inclined to do so.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to understand each other?”
After all, for many years, the Raven had been trapped inside the body of the Raven Consort and given flowers that were poisonous to her.
“The Raven understood me. She called for me. So at the very least, my words can reach her.”
In that case, he’d have to ask her how they could get Jusetsu back.
Just as Koshun was about to get to his feet, Eisei returned to the room. He was visibly exhausted, likely as he’d been running around trying to fulfill Koshun’s orders.
EiseikneeledbyKoshun.“TheWinterMinisterandthegeneral will report back to you as soon as they have completed their investigations,” he announced.
Koshunnodded,althoughheknewhehadabettergrasp ofwhathadhappenedthantheyeverwould.Thiswasjusta formality.
“How are things in the imperial estate?” he asked.
Eisei explained the situation further. “The onlookers who had gathered have left, and the palace is finally beginning to settledown.TheRavenConsorts’boneshavebeencollectedand returned to the area where their grave was, for the time being.”
Kosho’s forbidden magic had caused the corpses of the former Raven Consorts to attack Jusetsu. Reijo must have been among them. It was horrific to think her body had been used for such malevolent ends. She’d been like a surrogate mother to Jusetsu.
Perhaps that explained why Jusetsu had broken down. The memory of Jusetsu bawling on the ground came to Koshun’s mind.Thethoughtofherinsuchastatemadehimchokeup.He should have run straight over to her. He didn’t know if it would have changed anything, but even so, he should have done it.
IhavetodoeverythingIcantohelphernow,hethought.That’s the least I can do.
“I have an additional report to share with you, Master. This one has nothing to do with the command you issued me.” Eisei had a severe look on his face. He looked even more exhausted than he had before.
“What? If it’s about the roof of Goshi Palace collapsing, I already know.”
As he ran over to Jusetsu, a pillar of water had burst into the sky, seemingly in the direction of the Goshi Palace. He wasn’t sure if that was the cause or not, but the roof of the Goshi Palace had given way. He’d been notified of its occurrence, but the details were still unclear.
“No, it’s not that. Well, it has to do with that incident, I suppose. Hakurai and Injo have disappeared.”
“Oh…”
They’d needed Hakurai to help break the barrier, and Injo hadbeenshutawayinoneoftheroomsintheinnercourtas a hostage to force him to cooperate. Since the barrier had been broken, Koshun had forgotten about them.
“Did they take advantage of the chaos to make a run for it?” he asked.
“Perhaps, but something else has been brought to my attention that is slightly more concerning.”
“Whichis?”
“Ishiha has gone missing too.”
Koshun scowled at that. “What do you mean?”
Eisei looked behind him. “I’ve brought one of the eunuchs who was keeping an eye on Injo with me.”
A solitary boy eunuch was at the entrance of the room. The way he was kneeling on the ground made it look like he was about to grovel for the emperor’s forgiveness. Being good friends with Ishiha, he was the one sent to the Yamei Palace as a messenger every now and then so the two of them could see each other. His name was Gyokuji.
“Comehere,”saidKoshun,usheringhiminside.
Gyokuji promptly trotted over to Eisei before halting behind him and getting to his knees once again. The boy’s facewas almost blue. He must have been responsible for letting Injo get away.
“What happened?” Koshun asked as calmly as he could possibly could, trying to make sure he didn’t intimidate the boy. Such an effort wasn’t really needed, considering how quiet and composedtheemperor’svoicewastostartoffwith—butGyokuji still looked like he was about to burst out crying. No—his eyes were already welling up with tears.
“I’m s-so sorry,” he said, his voice shaky. “It was my f-foolishness that caused this…”
“It’s all right. If I had been that worried about them escaping, I would have put someone stronger on guard, such as a military officer. It’s not much of an issue.”
Although Injo was technically a hostage, Koshun hadn’t expected her to try to escape. Hakurai had even offered toassist because he wanted to avoid the girl ending up as the ao god’s sacrifice. What was the point in lending a helping hand only to run away once the work was done? It left Koshun with several questions.
Those questions, however, were cleared up once he heard what Gyokuji had to say.
The boy choked on his words as he described what had happened.
“Sh-shortly after the ritual began…”
***
A great roaring sound startled Gyokuji. At that time, there was no way he could have known that Jusetsu had just broken the barrier that was preventing her from leaving the estate, and that the sound he heard was the gate collapsing.
“What was that?” asked the other eunuch who was guarding Injo as he apprehensively scanned their surroundings.
Itdidn’ttakelongfortheareatoeruptinafrenzyofcommotion, and it seemed somewhat rowdy outside of the inner court too. And although it was faint, the two eunuchs could also make out some sort of cry or howl in the distance.
“I’m going to take a look,” stated the other eunuch, suspecting something had gone awry.
With that, he ran off, leaving Gyokuji by himself. The boy felt evenmoreanxiousnow.AssumingInjowouldbefeelingthesame, heturnedaroundtofindherpeekingoutofthelatticewindowin the door, her fingers pressed against the glass.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Idon’tknow…”Gyokujihadnochoicebuttosay.
Allofasudden,sheshiftedhergazetotheareabehind Gyokuji. Her deep black eyes were fixed on something.
There was a voice behind Gyokuji. “Hello there, daughter of the Hatan clan.”
Startled, the young eunuch jolted around to find an elderly eunuchstandingthere.Atleast,heassumedthismanwasa eunuch—the robe he was wearing was dark gray and his face looked familiar.
Theman’sskinlookedsmoothdespitehisadvancedage,and his face was lacking in expression.
Gyokuji searched his memories. It has to be him… “Ui…?”he asked.
It was Ui, the keeper of the treasure vault. Gyokuji had seen him a few times before, but that was it. They’d never spoken to one another. Gyokuji also had no clue about his true form, or that he’d vanished, declaring that the ao god had summoned him.
“Hellothere, daughter of the Hatan clan,” Ui said once again.
That was when Gyokuji finally realized that he was talking to Injo.
“The ao god is calling you,” the man continued. “Quick, come.”
Gyokujihadnoideawhathemeant,buthecouldtellthatUi seemed to be asking Injo to go with him.
“Is that a command from my master, Ui? Or from Attendant Ei?”Gyokujiasked,butUididn’treact.Instead,Uisimplyglided toward the doorway, acting as if he hadn’t even heard the young eunuch speak.
Gyokujihadnoideawhattodo.Uiwashissuperiorandhad been working in the imperial estate for far longer than he had.
That was when Ui unlocked the door like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do.
“Um, hold on…”
Understandably flustered, Gyokuji attempted to stop him, but the door swung right open from the inside and knocked himout of the way. Gyokuji fell onto his backside with a thud. By the time he picked himself up from the floor—forcing himself to endure the pain—Injo had already turned the corner of the corridor. There was no trace of Ui.
Gyokuji went pale and screamed, exasperated by his own blunder. He hurried after her, but Injo was quick on her feet. She escaped the palace building and kept running, showing no sign of hesitation. She was heading for the Goshi Palace. Thegirl ran along the passages, dashed up the steps of the palace building, then hurried through the doorway. Gyokuji followed her.
Onceinside,Injopaused.Gyokujibegantoapproachher,but thenfrozeinshock.ThestonefloorbeneathInjo’sfeetwasglowing faintly. In reality, it was swaying gently, like a pool of water brimming with light.
Just as Gyokuji was about to call out to her, a piercing cry echoed from behind him, and something big and gold rushed insidethepalace.Hecouldhearthebeatingofwings,andthebig gold thing landed on the floor with another cry.
It was a golden chicken—the same one that lived at the Yamei Palace. Why is it here? Hearing more footsteps, Gyokuji turned around.
Ishiha was hurrying over. “Shinshin…” he panted, his shoulders heaving up and down with each labored breath.
That was the golden chicken’s name, but it wasn’t the bird that reacted to it—instead, Injo did. She quickly lifted her head and looked in the direction the voice had come from.
Ishiha had now come inside. When he saw Gyokuji, he looked taken aback—but it didn’t even come close to the expression of utter disbelief that came to his face when he saw Injo.
“…Ayura?”heasked.
Injoblinkedrepeatedly.“Ishiha.”
“Why are you here?” said Ishiha. While he seemed shaken up, Injo just looked happy.
The two of them exchanged a few words in what Gyokuji assumed to be their native tongue. He couldn’t understand what they were saying.
Thegoldenchickenthenletoutashrillcry,makingInjojump. Shelookedatthe birdwithatroubled lookonherface. “Hey,
can you take that bird away? The god doesn’t like it.”
Gyokuji figured she was speaking to him, since she was now using a language that he could understand. “The god?” he asked. Thegoldenchickenletoutafuriouscaw,asifinprotest.
Gyokuji suddenly felt as if the ground was shaking beneath him. He looked down.
It’s wet?
The floor was submerged in water. Suddenly, the golden chicken started flapping its wings again, and golden feathers drifteddownfromit.Watersurgedupoutofthefloorlikearrows, narrowly skimming past the golden chicken. Gyokuji stepped back and retreated toward the doorway. He clung to a pillar and slid to the ground.
Thefloorwasn’tcoveredinwateratall—thefloorhad become water.
The water swirled around Injo, spraying into the air. Arrow after arrow of water appeared, aiming at the golden chicken.
The golden chicken spun around, flapped its wings to speed up, and soared up into the air. The bird then darted outside, successfully dodging the water arrows as it made its way out. Shinshin then soared right up into the sky, leaving the Goshi Palace behind.
Gyokujinoticedthattherewerenowdarkcloudshangingin thesky—whichwaspeculiar,consideringhowsunnyithadbeen that day. This change must have happened very quickly.
The sound of water became more ferocious, prompting Gyokuji to look back inside. Injo was circled by a whirlpoolthat was rising higher and higher into the air. He couldn’t even understand what was happening anymore.
Then, there was a sudden, loud jolt. It almost felt like something was thrusting up against the ceiling. Gyokuji ducked down and clung onto the pillar as tightly as he could. A splash of water hit his cheek and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Ayura!” Ishiha called out.
Gyokuji opened his eyes again. A large, swirling pillar of water had smashed through the palace building’s roof. The eddying water was so loud that it almost sounded like a roar. He couldn’t see Injo, but he assumed she was inside the water pillar. Ishiha tried to reach out to it, but the maelstrom was so ferocious that it was creating a great deal of spray and wind, preventing him from getting any closer.
Gyokujiwasparalyzedwithterror.Hegotthedistinctimpression that he was witnessing something that transcended human understanding. He trembled with fear.
Thewaterpillarlookedmorelikeawrigglingsnake.Itwould undulate, elongate itself, and howl. It almost felt like the water was alive.
She’s going to be eaten, isn’t she?
Just as this fear crossed Gyokuji’s mind, he heard what sounded like glass shattering. The water pillar burst, sending splashes of water down in all directions.
Is it gone?
There, where the column of water had stood just moments earlier,wasInjo.Therewerestillripplesmovinginthewaterthat acted as the palace’s floor. Ishiha ran over to her. Both of them were very shaky on their feet. At that same moment, however, the water moved by itself, and a wave formed. It rose toward the ceiling and gently circled Injo’s body.
“Oh…” Injo began, but she barely had the chance to make another sound before she was dragged beneath the water’s surface.
InjoreachedoutforIshiha.Hegrabbedholdofherhandand triedtopullherback,buthejustendedupbeingdraggedtoward her instead. Water rose from Ishiha’s feet and wrapped around him like ivy. It continued to surround them before eventually appearing to engulf them entirely.
And with that, they disappeared—taking the soft sounds of water with them.
Gyokujistaredinblankamazement.Everythinghadhappenedso quickly—but he didn’t get the chance to think through what had happened and how.
He immediately heard clothes rustling beside him, bringing him back to his senses. He looked up to find a man he didn’t recognizestandingbyhisside.Thestrangerwasaroundfortyand had fabric covering his left eye. He didn’t look to be a eunuch, and there was no way this complete stranger was supposed to be in the inner court. Even so, Gyokuji wasn’t in the right state of mind to challenge the man. The events that had unfolded right before his eyes had left him too shaken up.
“That stupid ao god…” the man groaned. He then swiftly turned back the way he came and exited the palace building.
Gyokuji took a few deep breaths to get his breathing backto normal, then slowly rose to his feet. He took a look around— therewasn’tasingledropofwaterinthearea.Allthatlaybeneath his feet now was cold, dry stone.
Butwhenhelookedup,hecouldseethattheroofhadindeed collapsed, allowing the blue sky to peek through.
Once Koshun finished listening to Gyokuji’s report, he dismissed the eunuch and leaned back in his divan.
The man he mentioned at the end must have been Hakurai.
Was the water pillar the ao god’s doing? While its objective was unclear, there must have been some link between the pillar and the barrier’s destruction. Could that explain why Hakurai offered to help?
“Injo and Ishiha knew each other?” he wondered aloud.
Theyhadtobemorethanjustvagueacquaintances.Nowthat Koshun took the time to consider this, he realized the two of them had similar physical characteristics. Were they both from the Hatan clan?
The ao god took them both—but Koshun had no idea why.
Heletoutasighandshuthiseyes.Therewassomuchthathe didn’tunderstand,whichmadeithardforhimtoworkoutwhat to do now. One wrong move, and there’d be no going back. The very thought terrified him.
Suddenly, a gentle aroma drifted through the air. Koshun opened his eyes and saw Eisei the eunuch just about to put some tea down on the table.
Eisei had been preparing tea while Koshun was listening to Gyokuji’sstory.Asalways,theteahemadesmelledwonderful.It hadamellowflavorandsentawarm,comfortingsensationdown Koshun’s throat.
“I’m especially grateful that I have you around today,” the emperor said softly, cup in hand. The comment brought a smile to Eisei’s face.
Once he’d finished drinking the tea, Koshun stood up. “I’m going to the Yamei Palace,” he announced.
“Now?” Eisei asked. “Don’t you want to take a break?” “Therewillberumorsflyingaroundaboutthisincidentat
tomorrow’s imperial council meeting. There are questions I need to ask beforehand.”
The fact that Jusetsu was a descendant of the Ran lineage hadnowbeenmadeblatantlyobviousintheeyesofthepublic.
WhileKoshunhadalreadyscrappedthelawthatorderedrelatives oftheRanDynastytobeexecuted,thecommotionwouldbetoo significant for the imperial court to overlook.
I have to protect her at all costs.
Koshun got the Owl to perch on his arm—in his star raven form, of course—and then began making his way to the Yamei Palace. The sun had already set, and dusk was beginning to settle overtheimperialestate.Notbotheringtobringalantern,Koshun hurried ahead, weaving his way through the shadows.
Asalways,theYameiPalacewassurroundedbydarkness.The only light it emitted was the glow of the lamps indoors, faint and indistinct.
When Eisei announced the emperor had arrived, someone swung the door open in panic.
It was Tankai. “My master…” he said, quickly getting to his knees—butKoshunjustlookedtowardthebackoftheroom, a hint of confusion in his gaze.
There was a curtain hanging over the bed. Onkei and Jiujiu were standing next to it. Jusetsu was on top of the bed, her hand pressed against her forehead as she hung her head dejectedly.
“Jusetsu,”Koshuncalledout,butshedidn’treact.Heglanced down at the Owl.
“Raven,”calledtheOwl.
This time, Jusetsu lethargically lifted her head and slowly turned to look at him. Frowning, she scowled at the Owl with an aggravated look in her eyes. She seemed so different from the Jusetsu that Koshun knew. Perhaps it’s people’s temperaments that make them look the way they do rather than their physical features, he considered. The girl in front of him resembled Jusetsu, but at the same time, she didn’t at all.
“Are you here to kill me?” Jusetsu—or rather, the Raven— asked him. There was anger and fear in her voice.
“Kill you?” said the Owl. “I’m not sure yet—but I’m not here to do my Burier work. I’ve been banished.”
“Banished…?” repeated the Raven, giving him a distrustful frown.
Only Koshun could hear the Owl’s voice, which meant that Tankai, Onkei, and the others were just staring at Jusetsu and Koshun skeptically.
Koshun proceeded toward the center of the room and sat down in a chair. The Owl flew over to the seat opposite him.
“Uren Niangniang is currently controlling Jusetsu’s body. That’s who’s speaking,” Koshun explained plainly and calmly. “Jusetsu’s heart is elsewhere. Uren Niangniang’s older brother is inside this star raven, but I’m the only one who can hear what he’s saying.”
Tankai and the others were baffled by this, but there was no time for him to worry about that.
“Raven, I have some questions for you. Where is Jusetsu’s heart, and how can we get it back?” Koshun asked in a straightforward manner.
“Idon’tknow.”
The Raven’s response was curt. Jusetsu’s voice had always soundedterse,butithadhadauniquegentlenesstoitwhenshe herself was still inhabiting her body. It was only now, in the absenceofthissoftness,thatherememberedhowmuchkinderit made her sound.
“You must,” the Owl cut in.
TheRaventurnedherfaceaway.
The Owl continued. “You were the Headlander at the Secluded Palace. It was your job to guide souls the way they needed to go. Heartsandsoulsarebasicallythesamething.There’snowayyou don’t know where her heart is or how to get it back.”
The Raven didn’t answer him.
“I just want you to state whether there’s a way to do that. You don’t need to tell us how,” said Koshun, already backing down. There was no point persistently pushing the Raven if she didn’t want to answer. It was more important to him to find out if getting Jusetsu back to normal was even a possibility.
“We’researchingforthemissingpartofyourbody,Raven.” His words made the Raven turn around with a start.
“We have a good idea of where it might be,” he continued. “Jusetsu was planning on heading there once she’d broken Kosho’s barrier.”
TheRavenglaredintentlyatKoshun,lookingwary.Hereyes exuded suspicion. “Stop lying,” she spat, her voice full of hatred. “I already know. Why would I fall for your tricks a second time? No, a third, in fact.”
As soon as she said this, Koshun sensed what felt like a sharp
gust of wind rushing through the air. He closed his eyes and heard a ferocious whacking sound. When he opened them again,Eisei was standing by his side, and all he could see was the closed doorway standing before him.
TheRavenhadshuthimout.Thiswasalltoofamiliar—after all, the first time he met Jusetsu, she did the same thing.
Koshun heard wingbeats, and a moment later, the Owl landed on his shoulder.
“She’s been tricked by people so many times. It’s no surprise that she’s learned not to trust so easily.”
“Therewastheincidentthatledtoherbanishment,aswellas what Kosho did, wasn’t there?” Koshun asked.
The Raven had been banished after a dead person had deceived her into bringing them back to life. Then, she’d ended up getting shut away inside of the Raven Consort’s body thanks to Kosho. When Koshun thought about it that way, he almost felt sorry for her.
“She’s stupid, but pitiful too.” Although the Owl’s tone of voice was cold, there were still traces of sadness and love in the way he spoke about her.
Koshun stared at the black doorway for a short while. “We’re going to the Eno Palace,” he announced.
Withthat,heturnedaround.IfhewantedtosaveJusetsu,he couldn’t afford to waste any time.
Oblivious to the emperor’s urgency, however, the night wore on.
Bright morning light poured into the hall. The membersoftheimperialcourtalllookedveryserious.Meiin,thegrandchancellor, frowned apprehensively, and even the usually mildmannered Gyotoku was pale from stress. The Winter Minister, Senri, and the general of the estate guard—being the chief ofthe division responsible for defending the gates to the imperial estate—were updating the imperial court on what they knew of the events that transpired. Koshun had already heard what they both had to say.
According to the Winter Ministry, the conducted ritualwasintendedtohonorthegategod.Morespecifically,itwas a purification ritual to drive away bad luck that the gate godwas predicted to bring. The collapse of the gate, the appearance of the large army of corpses, and the Goshi Palace’s roof caving in were all misfortunes caused by the gate god’s wrath—but fortunately, they managed to drive out the evil before any lives were cost and kept the damage caused to a minimum. At least, that was how the story went.
The general used the damage and the testimonials of those who witnessed the day’s events to compile this report. These onlookers spoke in detail about the horde of corpses and the gate collapse. Their vivid recollections of the emergence of this large group of skeletons were especially terrifying for everyone to hear. It would have been far easier to rationalize it all if they were attackedbyarebelarmy,buttheseevents,however,werebeyond comprehension. That was what made it hard to figure out how to proceed. Nobody knew what conclusions to draw from what they were hearing. The members of the court just sat there,
visibly mystified.
Koshun gazed at the faces in the crowd, but he wasn’t really concentratingonwhathewaslookingat.Hewasmaintainingthe same calm and collected expression that he always did, but cold sweat beaded at the nape of his neck.
He was at a crossroads. He was either going to save Jusetsu’s life, or he wasn’t.
“So…”Meiinbegan,“whowastheshrinemaidenwhodefeated the corpses and destroyed the water pillar using just one arrow?” That was the most important thing. Meiin wasn’t going to let himself get distracted by strange phenomena like walking corpses
or water pillars bursting up from the ground. “Those who saw her claim she had silver hair.”
“That’s right.” The general nodded. Still, he didn’t know the answer to Meiin’s question himself, so he looked over at Senri for help.
“She’sashrinemaiden,”heansweredcalmly.
“I already know that,” Meiin said. “I hear she works for Uren Niangniang.”
“Indeed she does. She’s from the Winter Ministry,” Senri responded without hesitation. He was surprisingly composed.
“But what’s her background?”
“HernameisRyuJusetsu.She’ssixteenandaformerhouseservant. The golden chicken selected her to act as Uren Niangniang’s shrine maiden.”
“The golden chicken?”
“Uren Niangniang’s messenger. It’s a golden chicken with golden feathers, and…”
“Does she have any connection to the Ran lineage?” Meiin cut in, going straight to the crux of the matter. Everyone in the room looked nervous.
“Idon’tknow,”Senrireplied.He’dadoptedaratherstandoffish attitude and seemed completely relaxed.
Meiin’s eyelids twitched nervously. “That can’t be true.” “Shewaskidnappedbyslavedealersbeforeshewasoldenough
to understand what was going on around her and ended up asa house servant, so there’s no way for any of us to know.”
“Do you really think that’s a good enough response?!” Meiin snapped, enraged—but instead of reacting with similar fury, Senri’s gaze softened.
“Ifit’s not, then I shall offer up my head,” Senrisaid.
Meiinwasunsurprisinglytakenaback.Everyoneelsewastoo. “What…?”
“I’ll shoulder the blame,” the Winter Minister continued. “Someone else can take my place, but no one can take hers. Let me ask you this—could any of us have done what she did? Do you know anyone who could have beaten that swarm of cadavers and shattered the water pillar with a single arrow?”
Meiin was at a loss for words. No one else said a thing.
“There’s nobody who could replace her,” Senri asserted decisively.
Meiin shamefully averted his gaze. “I’ve…heard people say she’s a consort from the inner palace called the Raven Consort,” he said, glancing in Koshun’s direction. “Can you comment on that speculation?”
“The title ‘Raven Consort’ is just the name she’s commonly knownby.Sheisn’tactuallyaconcubine,”explainedSenri.“She’s only in the inner palace because there’s a shrine to Uren Niangniang there.Theshrinehasbeentheresincethedaysofthepreviousdynasty. Uren Niangniang used to be more revered than she is today, and the shrine maiden who served her was held in high regard as a result. I imagine she was of great support to the consorts of the innerpalace,consideringthetrialsandtribulationsthattheirpositions entail. They must have really trusted her. In fact, they still do— it’sjustthatstoriesfromtheinnerpalacearenevermadepublic.”
“I’ve heard such rumors before,” said Meiin, giving Senri an imposing look. “The Raven Consort was punished for causinga disturbance not too long ago, wasn’t she?”
“She wasn’t the one who caused it. She just happened to get dragged into the situation. The inner palace is sealed off from therestoftheworld,sothosesortsofspatshappenallthetime.If weretorattleoffeverydisturbancethathasoccurredintheinner palace, we’d be here all day.”
Unsure how to respond to that, Meiin fell silent. Whenever Senri was speaking, he felt like a gentle, calm breeze was blowing through him.
“If this Ryu Jusetsu does possess mystical powers, then she might put a curse on us if we executed her,” somebody pipedup. Since a gruesome horde had actually appeared, the threat of a curse could no longer be laughed off.
Meiingavethepersonwhomadethatcommentasharpglare, thenshiftedhisgazetoYozetsuJikei,whowasseatedinthecorner. The man’s lips were pursed in a sullen fashion, and so far, he hadn’t said a word. Jikei, who had recently taken on the role of the salt and iron envoy at Koshun’s request, had once acted as a chief vassal in the Ran Dynasty.
“Would you like to share your own view on this matter, Yozetsu?” Meiin asked politely. To some extent, he respected Jikei—but he seemed wary of him as well.
Jikei unfolded his arms, the look on his face stern and his brow still furrowed. “What is someone like me—a disgraced traitor to the Ran lineage—going to have to offer you?” he asked solemnly.
Meiin looked disappointed. Jikei had dismissed the discussion. Doing so was tantamount to abandoning a surviving member of the Ran lineage.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, thought Koshun. Jikei couldn’t come out in defense of Jusetsu. He himself may have turned against the Ran Dynasty and left the imperial court, but the Yozetsu family were once important enough to work as the emperor’s chief vassals. If he stood up for Jusetsu, he could be suspected of treason. They’d never be able to save her if it came to that.
Meiin looked over at Koshun, seeking his verdict. Koshun used his eyes to give Eisei, who was waiting behind him, a signal.
Eisei reverently held up a tray and stepped forward. There was a letter on it.
“I have received a plea from the Mandarin Duck Consort,” Koshun stated serenely.
“A plea…?”
“Go on. Read it.”
“I shall,” said Meiin, opening it up.
In the letter, the Mandarin Duck Consort detailed howthe concubines of the inner palace relied on Jusetsu, including the Magpie Consort and the Crane Consort, who were both pregnant. As the person responsible for the affairs of the inner palace, she volunteered to receive any punishment that were to be administeredinstead.Shealsonoted,however,thattherewasno lawthatrequiredsomeonetobepunishedsimplyforhavingRan blood. Although her letter was an emotional appeal, Kajo made sure to use logical and objective arguments as well.
The night before, Koshun had opened up to her about everything that happened, asked her for her advice, and convinced her to write this plea.
Meiin read the letter with a somber look on his face, then passed it to Gyotoku, seated beside him.
Meiin then he looked up. “I believe there is some truth to what the Mandarin Duck Consort says. Contrary to how things usedtobe,thelawnolongerstatesthatanindividualmustbeimmediately beheaded just because they are part of the Ran lineage. That said…”
ThewrinklesonMeiin’sbrowdeepenedandhewasquietfor amoment—althoughKoshunknewthattherewasalotmorehe wanted to say.
“If removing the people’s anxiety is our aim, I believe executingherwouldbethebestcourseofaction,”Koshunsaidsimply.
“It’stheeasiestoption.However,wemustnotdisregardthelaw—no matterwhothematterinvolves.Thephysicalandmentalwellbeing oftheMagpieConsortandtheCraneConsortisalsoaconcern.” At this point in time, the safe delivery of the Magpie andCraneConsort’sbabieswasoftheutmostimportance.Noonecould risk doing anything that might get in the way of that.
Fortunately for Jusetsu, Kajo was the highest-ranking consort, a daughter of the distinguished Un family, and was on her side. It was also lucky that this trouble had unfolded at a very crucial time—specifically, during the pregnancies of two of the emperor’s consorts.
“Can I say something?” Gyotoku, who’d been watching on in silence, chimed in at last. “It concerns something quite different. Word about what happened yesterday has spread to the area surrounding the imperial estate in just twenty-four hours. Imperial officials who witnessed the events with their own eyes shared the news with their close family, who told their neighbors, who then went on to tell their neighbors… Now, Ryu Jusetsu is the talk of the town, with everybody referring to her as the beautiful shrine maiden who defeated all the monsters. I expect there will be folk songs about her before too long.”
Since ancient times, there had been a tendency for noteworthy events, whether political or public, to be turned into folk songs and disseminated to the public in that manner.
Word spread quicker than I expected, thought Koshun.
TheemperorhadgottenEiseitoconvincetheonlookersthat Jusetsuwasjustashrinemaiden.Heknewthatifthosepeoplecombined what they witnessed with the idea that she was a shrine maiden, word about her mystique would inevitably spread far and wide.
“Ifsheweretobeexecutednow,thepeoplewouldbeinclined to rebel. That being said, mishandling this kind of situation could also lead to a riot. The way the Ran lineage has been eradicated has always been extremely unpopular with the public. I believe that in this scenario, showing sympathy would be the optimal choice.”
Gyotoku was a moderate individual and hated the idea of violence. Not only that, but his own niece—Kajo—begged for Jusetsu’s life to be spared. It made sense for him to take her side.
“People are very shaken up over what happened yesterday. Some are even speculating that the Ran Dynasty’s deep-seated resentmentcausedit.IactuallybelievethatofferingJusetsuourheartfelt protection might help dispel those fears and quell the backlash.”
“That’stakingitabittoofar,”saidMeiin,butitwasclearfrom the look on his face that he was giving the risks and benefits of executing or punishing Jusetsu careful thought.
Gyotoku looked down at the floor, his expression unusually gloomy. “Fear has the power to control people’s decisions,” he muttered quietly, his voice sounding much more strained than usual.
Meiinpressedhislipstogetherandwatchedhimclosely—he was usually so easygoing.
“We already have a precedent for this—the Flame Emperor andtheformerempressdowager.Theyhadtheirownwayofgoverningthisland.I’minnopositiontosaywhetheritwasright or wrong. That said…”
Gyotokupaused,andahintofdistresssuddenlyappearedon his plump face.
“As you already know, my older brother—the Mandarin Duck Consort’s father—disliked the world of imperial officials so much that he chose to become a sea merchant instead. It has incredible ups and downs—one day, you’re on top of the world, and the next, you could have your head chopped off. He hated that.It’ssoeasyforyourlifetobetakenawayfromyou.Totellthe truth,I’dgrownsickandtiredofitaswell.Iconsidereddropping everything to become a merchant like my brother did on more than one occasion—but I’m still here. Why? Because I had trust. I trust in His Majesty.”
Withthat,Gyotokulookedup.Thelookonhisfacenowwas one of pure desperation.
“Personally, I hope to witness virtue, rather than bloodshed.I would prefer to see this country ruled by righteousness rather than fear. I’ve always believed that His Majesty would be the ruler to make that happen. It’s for that precise reason that I am here today.”
His voice oozed with passion. Koshun let out a quiet sighof admiration.
I’ve been underestimating Gyotoku.
He never realized that man had so much passion inside of him. Who would have known that someone so mild-mannered and conflict-averse possessed such fervor?
It was obvious from the way everyone was looking at each other that Gyotoku’s fervor had spread. Meiin, who was deep in thought, was the only one who was frowning.
“Your Majesty?” Meiin then said, looking back at Koshun. Everybody else did the same. They were asking the emperor for his verdict.
“IagreewithGyotoku,”Koshundeclared.
Although Meiin looked conflicted, the others looked pleased.
Koshun was more than relieved to see this was the case.
“But…”Meiinpersisted,refusingtobackdownquitesoeasily. “We can’t just leave things the way they are.”
“Of course not.” Koshun nodded. “Like Gyotoku says, I think we should portray to people that we’re protecting her.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Bycreatingaplaceforherinthesystem.Asthingsstand,her roleisvagueandunregulated—that’swhythisconfusionarosein the first place. We need to give her a position that everyone will be able to understand.”
“Are you going to give her an official rank?”
“Not quite,” said Koshun. “I’m going to come up with a new role.”
That meant assigning her a position not already stipulatedin the administerial code. The emperor could directly appoint someone to those special positions without consulting anyone else.
Meiin lowered his gaze thoughtfully.
Koshuncontinuedtospeak.“Thisordealhasencouragedme to rethink my approach to religious ceremonies. My grandfather,who detested everything supernatural, stopped performing divineritualsandkeptthegodsatarm’slength.Asaresult, the Seiu Shrine is deserted. However, I see now that consoling the spirits of our ancestors, worshipping our gods, and carrying out divine rituals are not things that we should neglect. If we want to be able to remain humble and reflect on our experiences, it is important to realize that sometimes there are things that are beyond human understanding.”
Koshun paused there and looked in front of him.
“IshallhavetheSeiuShrinerepairedandgiveRyuJusetsuthe job of presiding over the divine rituals. Winter Minister, I want you to look into which ceremonies she needs to perform. Please let me know your findings. We will do whatever is necessary.”
“Understood,” said Senri, bowing.
Koshun stood up and got down from his platform, signaling theendoftheimperialcouncilmeeting.Everyonebowedtohim in unison.
Soon after Koshun left the hall and started making his way down the corridor, he came to a halt—he could hear somebody following him. When he looked round, he discovered it was Meiin. Noticing how fearful the man looked, Koshun got Eisei to give the two of them some space and called him in closer—close enough for them to be able to whisper to each other.
“Ifthere’ssomethingtroublingyou,justsayit,”saidKoshun.
“I have had the opportunity to meet this ‘Raven Consort’…” MeiinhadmetJusetsuseveraltimeswhenshe’dcometotheouter court. “Not only have you been aware of the girl in question foralongtime,YourMajesty,butIalsobelievethetwoofyouareon close terms. Did you really know nothing about her identity?”
Koshun stared at him. “If by ‘close terms’ you’re implying thatwe’veslepttogether,thenthatcouldnotbefurtherfromthe truth,” he replied calmly, not mincing his words.
Meiin awkwardly lowered his gaze.
“The Mandarin Duck Consort is very fond of Ryu Jusetsu,” Koshun continued. “She dotes on her like a little sister. I thought the ‘ears’ you inherited from Eitoku would have told you that.”
A pained expression came to Meiin’s face. The former grand chancellor, Un Eitoku, had obtained intel through the court ladies and eunuchs who worked in the inner palace. Koshun suspectedthattheinformationnetworkhadnotbeenpassedoverto his son, Gyotoku, but to his son-in-law Meiin instead. Gyotoku was too good-natured.
“Toansweryourquestion,no,Ididn’tknowhertrueidentity. The inner palace was the last place I would have expected to find someone from the Ran bloodline.”
“But…” Meiin began, but he cut himself off. “Yes, you make a good point there.”
Thanks to his rational nature, Meiin tended to accept people’s arguments fairly readily as long as they made logical sense. The idea of a Ran descendant being placed in the inner palace was preposterous. It would be like deliberately throwing them tothe wolves.
Asreasonableashewas,however,Meiinhadnoqualmsabout asking tough questions.
“Are you therefore claiming that you had no ulterior motive forabolishingthedecreethatcalledforthecaptureandkillingof all members of the Ran clan?”
“I did not,” Koshun replied, keeping his response brief.Since he was always concise in the way he spoke, it would look suspiciousifhesuddenlystartedgivinglong-windedanswers. “I believe I explained why I did that at the time.”
“You said you wanted to eliminate unnecessary stipulations from the criminal code—that if you left it how it was, it would just end up becoming lengthier and lengthier. You’re quite right, I remember that now.”
Koshunnodded.“Wasthereanythingelseyouwantedto add?”
“No,thatwasall.”Meiintookastepbackandplacedhishands togetherinagestureofrespect.“Idoapologizefortakingupyour valuable time. My doubts have now been cleared up.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
JustasKoshunwasabouttowalkaway,Meiinmadeanother comment.
“Once again, I am deeply impressed by your foresight.”
Koshun turned around. Unusually for him, Meiin had a smile onhisface.Itwasacharacteristicallyintelligent-lookingone,but notinanunpleasantway—hissmilehadadegreeofwarmthtoit, the kind that made you feel like you could share anything.
“I’ve been lucky enough to have wonderful vassals around me,” said Koshun simply, before going on his way. This was how he truly felt.
As he walked along, Koshun let out a small sigh. He must havebeentensinguphiswholebodywithoutrealizingit,because his back had felt very stiff. Now, though, this tension had finally loosened slightly.
Asrelievedashefelt,however,therewasstillmoreworktodo. KoshunwhisperedtoEisei,whowasfollowinghimfrom behind.“CallShikiandSenritotheKoshiPalace.Then,senda messenger to Saname Shin.”
Therewerestillmanyproblemslefttosolve,butKoshunwas confident that Shiki and Senri would be able to help.
That said, that still left one big problem that he needed to solve—the problem of the Raven.
Late that night, Koshun visited the Yamei Palace.
Inside, it was even darker than usual. Koshun noticed that there were partitioning screens in front of the lamps.
“Niangniang—or rather, Uren Niangniang—hates the light, you see…” Jiujiu explained, looking embarrassed.
The Raven was sitting in the corner of the room, as far away from the lights as one could get, clutching her knees. Her silver hair was tied up, and she was wearing Jusetsu’s familiar black robe. Jiujiu must have gotten her dressed.
“That girl did my hair like this, insisting that I had to wear it up,” grumbled the Raven from the corner. “It hurts,” she added, her face like that of a petulant child.
“It was a real challenge. You wouldn’t have believed the fuss she kicked up over something so minor,” Jiujiu said.
Not only that, but she also screamed whenever she was hungry—which was a problem, considering she didn’t know howtousechopsticksorspoonsproperly.Then,shewouldthrow atantrumovernotbeingabletoeatproperly,andresorttoeating with her fingers.
“She’slikea toddler.”
“We don’t understand chopsticks,” said the Owl from his perch on Koshun’s shoulder. “We survive on the fruit that grows on the trees in the Secluded Palace, so of course we don’t know how.”
“Makehersomethingshecaneatwithoutthem,”Koshunsaid to Jiujiu. “Have there been any other issues?”
“No.But…” “But what?”
Jiujiu looked like she was about to cry. “Uhm… Niangniang will go back to normal, won’t she? She’ll go back to the way she used to be?”
Koshun looked at the Raven, who swiftly turned her head away. “I’ll make sure of it,” Koshun told Jiujiu in a straightforwardmanner.
Jiujiulookedsomewhatreassured.“WhataboutIshiha?You don’t know where he is, do you?”
“Not yet.”
Jiujiulookeddisappointed.Heremotionsshowedonherface right away, which made them quite easy to read.
“Ishiha’sthatkid,isn’the?”theRavencalledoverfromthecorner of the room. “That Hatan kid. That wretched White Turtle took him out of spite.” Her words brimmed with resentment.
“Out of spite?”
“The Hatan people are my oracles. My first oracle was from the Hatan clan…”
“Your first oracle…?” Koshun thought back. “Do you mean the first Winter Sovereign?”
After being banished from the Secluded Palace, the Raven cametothislandandselectedaSummerSovereignandaWinter Sovereign. That was how these two sovereigns came into being.
“When I first washed up here, nobody could see me or hear me. Not until I met that oracle. Finally, I was able to talk to people…” the Raven said slowly. “Without an oracle, I’m useless. I can’t say anything. I can’t even receive offerings. I’m helpless. It’s the same for the White Turtle. The idea of oracles being killed scares us more than anything else. That’s why the White Turtle got angry and hateful. I felt the same way.”
The way the Raven spoke was even more childish than Koshun previously thought. Her story was a little vague.
“The ao god got mad…? Because his oracle was killed? By you?” he asked.
“Not by me. The Hatan killed them. They attacked Hi and murderedhisoracle.Afterall,theHirulerwasthemanwhotrickedme.”
“Hi…”
ThatwasanancientdynastythatJusetsuwassaidtoberelated to as well. That dynasty was said to have had a strong faith in the ao god.
KoshuntriedtopiecetogetherwhattheRavenwassayingin his head.
The Raven had been banished after being coaxed into revivingadeadperson’ssoul—anditsoundedlikethatpersonwas arulerfromtheHiDynasty.Asaresult,theRavengottheHatan clan to attack the Hi Dynasty, causing its downfall. The ao god’s oraclewasalsokilled.ThisledtheaogodtohatetheRaven—just as the Raven hated the ao god.
“Does that mean the ao god killed your oracle too?”
“Yes.He’ssosneakyandmean.”TheRavenscowled.“Hemanipulated the siblings into fighting with each other and had my oracle killed.”
Koshun felt like he’d heard a similar story in one of the tales Jusetsuhadtoldhim—astoryabouttheSummerSovereign, his younger brother, and the Winter Sovereign. In the end, the Summer Sovereign had killed the Winter Sovereign, and the era of warfare began. In other words, the ao god had also instigated the demise of a dynasty.
“Is that why you fought with the ao god?” he asked.
“I won,” the Raven said, sounding strangely proud. “I’d never lose to someone like the White Turtle.”
“But you lost part of your body, didn’t you?” said the Owl.
The Raven gave him a fierce glare. “That’s why Kosho was able to do whatever she wanted with me. He’s such an idiot, and yet he’s still thinking of ways to get payback! That dummy will face the consequences.”
EventhoughshewasstillscowlingattheOwl,tearssuddenly startedbrimmingintheRaven’seyes.Herfaceturnedbrightred,and she bit her lip. The more she spoke, the clearer it became to Koshun that she wasn’t very smart.
“Kosho… Kosho was a slave, ever since she was little. She was a scrawny, sickly-looking child. She was weak, pitiful. She was an oracle who served me and me alone. I was so pleased I’d finally found my oracle. Kosho was all alone, so I was her only friend— her only ally. But then, she…”
Sittingtherewithherarmswrappedaroundherknees,Raven began bawling like a baby. It felt a bit strange seeing someone act thatwayinJusetsu’sbody—Jusetsuwouldneverhavecriedlikethat. “You both met the same fate, then,” said the Owl said, astonished. “I mean, Ran Yu took advantage of Kosho too, didn’t he?” “Ifonly…IfonlyI’dgottenthatmissingpartofmybodyback,
I never would have been shut away,” the Raven said, sniveling. Large teardrops fell from her eyes.
“Whatwouldhappentoyouifyoudidgetitback…?”Koshun asked quietly.
The Raven looked at him, teary-eyed. She blinked, causing tears to slip down her cheeks. “I’d be myself again,” she said.
Koshun formed his own interpretation of what she meant by this.
“So…you’d go back to your original form? If that were to happen…what would become of Jusetsu—or rather, the body you’re in right now?”
The Raven cocked her head to one side. This gesture resembled one that Jusetsu would make.
“Nothing. I’d be able to get inside my oracle—and get out again too. That’s all. I’d come and go like a passing wind.”
This “passing wind” simile didn’t sound like something the Raven would have come up with herself. Koshun wondered if she was just imitating something one of her oracles had said.
Putting that aside, it didn’t sound like Jusetsu’s body would be damaged in any way if the Raven did get her missing half back. That offered some relief to Koshun.
“It’s understandable that you can’t bring yourself to trust people after everything you’ve been through, Raven. I’m going to try my very hardest to gain your trust.”
The Raven quietly and suspiciously looked at Koshun.
“You want your missing half back. I’m correct in assuming that, aren’t I?”
TheRavengavetheemperorafirmnod.
“We want that for you too. By setting you free, we want to give Jusetsu her freedom as well,” said Koshun. He spoke slowly so that he’d be easy to understand.
The Raven frowned slightly, but she still listened intently to what he had to say.
“Since we are so determined to set Jusetsu free, we are committedtofindingyourmissinghalf,nomatterwhatittakes.Doingso will benefit us. Do you understand?”
TheRavenstaredatKoshunashespoke,notmovinganinch. Hecouldn’ttellwhetherornotshewasthinkingthingsthrough.
“Gettingmymissinghalfback…willbegoodforyoutoo?”the Raven said uncertainly.
“Exactly,” Koshun replied with a nod. “It’d be to our benefit, so we’re not going to betray you.”
The Raven’s eyes darted around the room. She looked baffled. She placed her hands on her knees and fiddled restlessly with the hem of her skirt.
“Raven,”theOwlcalledoutatlast,makingherjump.“Icame here to save you. You know that, don’t you? We were both born from the same sea bubble. We’re in this together.”
The Raven widened her gaze in astonishment. She looked at the Owl with her deep, black eyes. “Even though you’re mad…?” she asked.
“I can’t bring myself to be mad at you anymore, Raven. I’m an idiot too. I’ve been banished. Staying by your side is the only option I’ve got left.”
“Stayingbymyside…”sherepeated. “Just the two of us,” the Owl said.
TheRaven’smouthhungopen,butnosoundscameout. Another tear suddenly trickled down her cheek, falling to the floor. Koshun could sense that something cold and frozen that theRaven had been harboring inside of her had finally thawed.
I understand it now, he thought. The Raven is scared of being alone.
Only her oracles could talk to her, get to know her, or understand her. Without an oracle, she had no one else to reach out to. That scared her more than anything.
The Raven carried on crying, but she still wasn’t making any sounds. The tears just fell from her eyes in silence.
Koshun briefly considered the loneliness these gods must have experienced—andhowfrighteningitwouldbetogounheardfor ages, with no way of making people even notice your existence.
Having suddenly stopped crying, the Raven began speaking againinasoftvoice.“Souls…Theygoacrosstheseaandareledto the Secluded Palace… Then, they all pour out from the Secluded Palace and into the Passage of Stars. They drift about, fall into slumber, then come falling down as a new life…”
The Raven explained all this in a gentle manner.
“Butsoulsthathaven’tyetendedtheirlivesaren’tabletogoto theSecludedPalace.Instead,theygetdraggedintothePassageof Stars, are engulfed by its current, and simply drift about.”
Koshun looked over at the Raven, startled. The Raven was looking at him too.
“Right now, the girl’s soul is in the Passage of Stars,” she said.
The Passage of Stars. In the star-scattered sky that sat above the sea was a river of stars. Legend said that those shining stars fell down onto dry land and were reborn.
“AreyoutellingmethatJusetsu…isdriftingaboutupthere?” The Raven nodded.
“Is there a way to pull her back?” Koshun asked. “There is,” the Raven said flatly.
There’s a way to get Jusetsu back. Feeling uncharacteristically enthusiastic, Koshun’s heart began to race.
“Then what is it?” he asked.
TheRaven’s answer, however,made Koshun freeze.
“You can call her back by using one of her blood relatives.”
***
Koshun couldn’t remember how he made his way back, but before he knew it, he found himself in one of the rooms of the inner court.
OneofJusetsu’sbloodrelatives.
The Raven’s words came flooding back.
There was no way she had any remaining relatives. The entire Ran clan had been killed, save for Jusetsu.
He firmly believed that most problems could be solved if approached wisely enough, even if they seemed impossible at first glance. The way he managed to prevent Jusetsu’s execution was one such example.
But there was a problem here—the dead could not be brought back to life. This situation wasn’t one he could use his wits to circumvent.
He felt like he was sinking deep into the dark depths of the sea. There was no light. He couldn’t see a thing.
Feelinglikehewasgoingtobeconsumedbythedarkness,he grabbed hold of the back of a chair.
“Master?” Eisei called out worriedly, but Koshun could barely hear him.
The emperor held his forehead in his hands. His palms were excruciatingly cold. He found himself looking down, and there, on top of the small table in front of him, sat a Go board. The gamewasinprogress,thestonesallsittingthere,waitingforsomeone to take their next move. It was the game he and Jusetsu had been playing one session at a time.
We’renevergoingtofinishit,arewe? It’s all so stupid.
A whimper escaped Koshun’s lips.
OnceEiseiescortedKoshuntohisbedchamber,heinspected the palace building. The only sounds that could be heard were Eisei’s footsteps against its cold stone floor. All he could think about was Koshun—how terribly unwell he looked and how, for a few moments, he seemed completely exhausted with worry. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was paining the emperor so much.
A blood relative…
If they couldn’t find one, Jusetsu’s soul couldn’t come back, and her body would remain an empty shell. If Uren Niangniang left Jusetsu’s body, she could die.
Maybe that’s all right, Eisei thought. Jusetsu not existingwas the ideal scenario. It’d be the best thing that could happen to Koshun.
Despite that, he could hear a little voice in the back of his head questioning if it was truly all right to let that transpire. Since there was a chance he was Jusetsu’s half-brother, he might have beentheonlypersonwhocouldsaveher.Washereallyjustgoing to leave her to die? Could he really just sit back and watch?
Of course I can.
He forcefully shook off these questions, but the annoying little voice nagging at him wouldn’t go away.
He was finding it hard to breathe. What was he supposed to do? Nobody was going to give him the answers he wanted—not even Koshun.
When Koshun arrived at the Winter Ministry, he was greeted by all of the ministry’s subordinates, but there was no sign of Senri. He and Shiki had left the imperial capital under Koshun’sorders,andthetwoofthemwereontheirwayto Je Island.
ThesubordinatesledKoshuntoabuildinginthebackofthe WinterMinistry,andtheyenteredoneoftherooms.Anoldman was sitting up on the bed. It was Ho Ichigyo. After breaking the barrier, he had collapsed and had been laid up in bed ever since.
“How are you doing?” Koshun asked.
“Don’t waste your breath asking me how I am,” the man said. Ho had become even thinner lately, as if he had shrunk. “I’mjust a good-for-nothing—I wasn’t even able to help the Raven Consort when she was in danger. And to think that she was a descendant of the Ran lineage all along… I can barely believe it…”
Misty-eyed,tearsbegantotrickledownHo’scheeks.“Inever expected to cross paths with another member of the Ran lineage, after abandoning Hyogetsu…”
RanHyogetsu had been Ho’s beloved apprentice.
“Ho Ichigyo… There’s something I want to ask you, considering you know more about shaman magic than anybody else around,”Koshunbegancalmly.“AccordingtoUrenNiangniang, Jusetsu’s soul is currently in the Passage of Stars. She says that inorder to call her back, we’d need to find one of her blood relatives. Do you know if there’s any other way of doing so?”
Ho blinked his teary eyes, looking conflicted. “Well…While it’s possible to invoke the soul of someone who haspassed away, the same does not apply to souls of those who are still alive. Souls of the dead and souls of the living are vastly different things.”
As expected, he was quick to respond when asked about shaman magic—but that wasn’t the answer that Koshun hoped to hear. His eyes clouded over with disappointment.
“Doesn’t the Raven Consort have any blood relatives?” Ho asked worriedly.
“Of course not.” Koshun snapped, his tone of voice relatively aggressive by his standards.
Silent,Ho’seyeswidenedinshock.
“Unless there’s another remaining member of the Ran clan around, that is,” the emperor continued, making his voice softer this time.
“But Your Majesty…” Ho began hesitantly, “I don’t know whetheritwashermotherorfatherthatwasdescendedfromthe Ran clan, but perhaps she has some blood relatives on the other side of her family?”
“ItwashermotherwhohadtheRanblood…butIdon’tknow who her father was. She doesn’t seem to have any ideas either. After all, her mother was a prostitute.”
Ho looked down, turning things over in his mind.
“Thatdoesn’tmeanwecan’tidentifywhoherfatherwas.
It’s far too early to come to that conclusion. I can’t make any promises, but there might be a way of finding out.”
Koshun was confused. “What makes you say that?”
“The prostitution district is split up according to the status of the clientele. The northern division is where you can find commoners from the imperial capital or those who are in the cityfor work. Those with considerable status or wealth go to the southern division. Prostitutes in the southern division must be well-educatedandexcellentperformers.Ifthey’reversatileenough as entertainers, the women sometimes get bought out as private courtesans. If the Raven Consort’s mother was a prostitute from the southern division, then it may be easy to track down her father—depending on how we go about it.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“If she was a well-known prostitute, her details would be easy to find. There was always gossip about who their clients were. Do you happen to know what the Raven Consort’s mother was called?”
“Hernameshouldbelistedintheexecutionlogs…” “I’m talking about her working name.”
“Uhm…Well, I could look up the names of all the entertainers.”
Prostitutes were registered with so-called entertainment institutions that were in charge of managing musicians and prostitutes.Thatsaid,onlythosewhoworkedforrespectablebrothels had their names recorded in such archives.
“I’d have to look through some rather old records,” Koshun went on. “It would take some time, but…”
Koshun stopped mid-sentence. A better idea had just come to him.
“Maybe Jusetsu told her attendants in the Yamei Palace what hermotherwascalled,”hesaid.TherewasachanceJiujiuandthe others already had the answer he was looking for. “It’d be quicker if wejustaskedthemoutright.Letmegetsomebodytocheck.Sei?” Koshun looked behind him. Eisei was standing there, stony-faced.
“SendamessengertotheYameiPalace,”theemperorordered. “Understood,” replied Eisei before leaving the room.
Then, Koshun looked back at Ho. “If I were to find out her name, how would you identify her father?”
“I’dusetheconnectionsIformedwhileworkingasascribein the prostitution district.”
“But…” Koshun stared at him. “Isn’t it difficult for you to get around, given your health?”
Ho chuckled, his entire face crinkling up as he did so. His smile was weak and frail, and yet there was a certain serenity to it at the same time. “For all these years, I’ve wasted my life being selfish—but now, it feels like I’ve found a purpose at last. Saving the Raven Consort would make me feel somewhat less guilty for what I did to Hyogetsu and Gyoei.”
The look on Ho’s face was a picture of tranquility. It was as if he finally discovered what would bring him peace. Koshun couldn’t help but feel moved.
That was when the emperor realized Ho hadn’t gone on the runbecausehewantedtostayalive.Itwasn’tthathehadalifehe desperately wished to cling to. All along, the man was simply scared to die—a passive motivation, but a motivation, nonetheless. That was only natural. Anyone feared death when it was staring them right in the face.
A short while later, the messenger returned. Onkei was accompanying him.
“Niangniang’s mother was named Ogyoku.”
OnkeihadrecalledJusetsu’smother’snamewithperfectclarity. Koshun felt a tiny glimmer of hope inside, albeit only a faint one. He found himself clenching his fist in determination.
“Ogyoku… Ogyoku… Now, where have I heard that name before?” Ho murmured, but the memory seemed to elude him. “The older you get, the harder it becomes to recall things… You never forget what you learned when you were young though.”
“Master,” said Onkei, on his knees. “Please, let me help you save niangniang.”
“Onkei,” Eisei snapped, his piercing voice flying through the air. “That’s for our master to decide, not…”
KoshungentlyraisedhishandtoholdEiseiback.“Fine.You may go to the prostitution district with Ho.” The emperor paused for a moment, then added, “And Sei too.”
It would be wise to have Eisei around as a precaution in case Ho’s health took a turn for the worse.
“Inthatcase…”saidHo,gettingdownfromhisbed.Noticing how uneasy he was on his feet, Eisei couldn’t help but dash over toassisthim,butHo’sfootingremainedundeniablyshaky.How was he possibly going to be able to do his job?
“I must be on my way,” Ho announced, having mustered all theenthusiasmhecouldgather.Itwasasifhe’dsensedKoshun’s concern from across the room.
With that, Ho left.
The three of them passed through one of imperial estate’sgates in their horse and carriage.
“AttendantEi,”saidOnkei.Untilthatpoint,he’dbeenso quiet that you could hardly tell he was there at all.
Eisei just glanced at him, not responding. “Whydidn’tyoutellhim?”Onkeicontinued. Eisei was silent for a moment. “About what?”
“What niangniang’s mother’s name was. Wasn’t it you that asked her about it in the first place?”
“You’ve always been a marvelous eavesdropper, haven’t you?” UndeterredbyEisei’ssarcasm,Onkeistaredfixedlyathim, not budging an inch. Eisei began to regret ever assigning him as Jusetsu’sbodyguard.Hetriedtorememberwhatdrovehimtomake such a decision. Onkei was skilled, scrupulous, and dedicated to obeying Eisei’s instructions. Most importantly, though, he liked how Onkei had a strong moral character.
That choice backfired, Eisei thought to himself. It’s precisely because of his unwavering moral compass that he’s so devoted to the Raven Consort.
Eisei had the urge to click his tongue in disapproval. Why had he been so stupid as to ask Jusetsu for her mother’s name? Onkei had been right there by her side.
“I’dforgotten it.”
“Why would you pretend not to know something when you do?” Onkei asked, practically ignoring Eisei’s response. “What are you hiding?”
Eisei turned his face away.
“Ifyouknowwhohermotherwas,thenmaybeyouknowwho her father—”
“HowwouldIpossiblyknowthat?”Eiseispat,causingOnkei to go quiet again. His tongue was sharp, and the look on his face was just as piercing.
The air inside the horse-drawn carriage turned icy and tense. “Oh!Ijustrememberedsomething,”saidaninappropriatelycheerful voice, abruptly disrupting the frosty atmosphere. It was Ho.
Taken aback, Onkei turned to look at him. “What is it?” he asked.
“Speaking of the name ‘Ogyoku’… When I was arrested, the madam of the brothel…” Ho began, looking at Onkei with a disconcerted expression on his face—but in a matter of seconds, Eisei had clamped his hands around Ho’s neck and tightened his grasp. Ho sounded like he was choking.
“Stoprightthere,yousenileoldfool,”saidEisei. Ho grimaced.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
Onkei pulled Ho out of Eisei’s grip in a panic. Ho hacked violently, while the young eunuch checked that he was all right.
Onkei shot Eisei a reproachful glare. “What were you thinking? Don’t you have a shred of respect for our master’s orders?”
As one would expect from Eisei’s own underling, Onkei’s tone of voice was cold and teeming with derision. When he saw how pale and out of breath Eisei seemed, however, a more questioning look came to his face.
“What in the world is wrong with you?” asked Onkei.
Eiseiwaswonderingthesamething.Heburiedhisfaceinhis handsandhunghishead.Hecouldn’tholdhimselftogether.He knew it was wrong, but that didn’t change anything. He wanted to kill Ho—and he wanted to do it now.
“O-Ogyokuwas…theprostitutewhostoleEisei’smother’s
prizedcustomerfromher,afterhe’dinsistedhewasgoingtobuy her out…” Ho explained, still choking.
“Enough,” Eisei snapped incisively, leading Ho to clam up withfearforamoment—butthen,theoldermangaveEisei a sharp glare.
“I’mnot staying silent,” he countered, his voice shaky.
“I said enough,” repeated Eisei looking up. “The Raven Consort… That girl’s father is no longer around. He’s dead. A prostitute stabbed him. He was a good-for-nothing. We’re cut from the same cloth, I’m sure. Like father, like son, as they always say.”
Onkei froze for a moment. “D-does that mean…?”
“I don’t have any definitive proof, so I could be wrong, but so whatifwehavethesamefather?I’dstillneverdreamofhelpingher.”
“AttendantEi.”
“It’d be in our master’s best interests for things to stay the waytheyare,”Eiseicontinued.“Herpresencecausesnothingbut harm. It’s for our master’s own sake.”
“…But Attendant Ei,” said Onkei, his face pallid. “What about you?”
“What?” replied Eisei with a frown, struggling to understandwhat Onkei was asking him.
“What would you be doing if you put our master’s interests aside?” Onkei asked slowly. “How do you feel about this, personally? Why don’t you take some time to consider your own feelings, without using our master as an excuse?”
“Anexcuse?”
“You’re using him as an excuse to avoid stating any of your own wishes.”
Eisei was lost for words. My own wishes?
“I don’t have any…” he said.
Every move Eisei made was for Koshun’s sake. Everything he did was for him. As such, his own feelings were irrelevant. All that mattered was whether something benefited Koshun or not. To Eisei, that was the be-all and end-all.
“You’re uncertain,” said Ho. “You’re not sure what to do. I can tell that much. Has that ever happened before? If His Majesty’s needs are your only priority, then why are you hesitating?”
Infuriated, Eisei got the urge to strangle Ho’s skinny, scrawny neck again— But why am I so angry in the first place?
Therewasonlyoneexplanation.OnkeiandHo’swordshithim where it hurt. They picked up on how uncertain he was feeling and confronted him with it.
Ishouldn’treallyhaveanyreasontoworryanddoubtmyself,
Eiseithought,andyetthat’sallI’vebeendoing.He’dconvinced himself that the key to concealing his doubts was to disregard them completely. He’d kept telling himself that was the natural thing to do.
Why, though, was he so plagued by uncertainty? What did this all come down to?
Deepdown,hehadknowntheanswerallalong.Hebithislip, finding himself forced to admit the truth.
He wanted to save her.
Forallthistime,there’dbeenafeelinginhischestthat had never gone away, like a flickering lamplight in the midst ofa fierce storm that never extinguished, not even when it seemed on the brink of going out. The idea that the two of them were relatedhadbeenrepeatinginhismind.Eiseiwasanorphan and would never bear children of his own. If his suspicionswere true, then Jusetsu would be the only family he’d ever have. Koshun was important to him, yes, but this was something different entirely.
It was for that precise reason that he wanted to avoid accepting it.
Eisei closed his eyes and said nothing. The horses’ hooves clopped along, and the carriage’s wheels clattered noisily, sending vibrations through his body. His shoulders and knees swayed backandforthasthecarriageadvanced.Forthefirsttimein a while, Eisei felt truly aware of his physical body. He’d neglected thinking about the blood and flesh he was made up of for so long. It disgusted him. The only thing he cared about having was a pure mind—and yet here he sat, a real, living person with flesh,muscles, and blood pumping through his veins. He didn’t know why, but for the first time in his life, he found himself realizing just how special that truly was.
After opening his eyes, he called out to Onkei. “Stop the carriage. Take me back to the imperial capital.”
Onkei was bewildered by this sudden command. “But what about the prostitution district?”
“We don’t need to go. The brothel Ogyoku worked at was destroyed when she was executed, and those who worked there were also punished and driven out of the imperial capital. It’sno longer possible to confirm exactly who the Raven Consort’s fatherwas—butifIamherhalf-brother,thenIhaveno other choice.”
Onkei’s eyes widened in amazement. “Attendant Ei. Does that mean…?”
“I have to ask for our master’s permission,” Eisei murmured, lookingdownatthepalmsofhishands.Therewasn’tanythingon them—itwasjuststrangetothinkthatthebloodinsidehimmay have been connected to that which ran through Jusetsu’s veins.
Once they were back at the imperial capital, Eisei wastedno time in heading to the inner court where he knew Koshun would be.
“That was alarmingly quick,” said Koshun, looking at Eisei suspiciously.
Hewassittinginhisdivanreadingaletter.ThemomentEisei saw him, the eunuch practically collapsed onto
Surprised, Koshun went to say something, but quickly shut his mouth again. He then rose to his feet, walked over to Eisei, and got down on his knees as well.
I can’t allow him to kneel to me, Eisei thought, but no words came out. He was crying. Although he insisted it was for his own sake, the reality was Eisei had practically been deceiving the emperor. He knew what Koshun really wanted, and yet he turneda blind eye to it and kept his lips sealed.
ItwasEiseiwhocausedKoshuntosuffersuchdespair.Itwas crucial that he apologized for it.
“There’s…something I’ve been keeping from you,” Eisei said, his voice strained.
Koshun simply stared at him, not saying a word. He placed his hand on Eisei’s shoulder. It was warm.
Eisei remembered him doing this same thing before—a long time ago, back when Eisei had run into Koshun after fleeing his abusiveshifu.Koshunhadn’taskedhimanyquestions.Instead,he simplyplacedacalmhandonEisei’sbeatenandbruisedshoulder.
It was just as warm back then.
Chapter 2: The Winter Prisoner
JUSETSU WOKE uptodarkness.
Her entire body was submerged in water—she could tell that by the way it felt against her skin. Strangely, it wasn’t cold.
There was a steady stream of water, and it felt like she was lying in a river. The river was shallow, and half of her body was still above the surface. Her surroundings were completely dark, saveforthesubtle,faintlightemanatingfromthesurfaceof the river. Jusetsu pressed her hands to the river bed and pushed herself up.
There are fireflies here though…
Masses of glowing souls wavered and plunged toward the bottom as the current pushed them along. The lights they emitted were so subtle that it looked like they were about to fade away at any moment—and yet, they didn’t.
Jusetsu tried reaching out to some of them. From close up, thesouls’glowhadabluetingetothem.Shetouchedoneofthem with her fingers, but it slipped through her grasp and drifted away. There was no heat to it, but it wasn’t cold either. It simply felt like nothing. She tried to watch for where it was going, but allshe could see was the wide river and the dark sky stretching outbeforeher.Therewasnoapparentdestinationinsight.Theriver went on as far as the eye could see.
Allofasudden,Jusetsunoticedthatthisareawascompletely silent. Not a single sound could be heard—there was no gentle gurglingofwater,nobreezeblowingpast.Shecouldn’tevenhear any birds or insects chirping nearby.
She never realized a river this quiet could even exist.
Where am I? Jusetsu asked herself. What happened to me?
Then,sherememberedthecrowdofghastlyRavenConsorts, and the events of that day came flooding back to her.
Am I dead…?
Jusetsu took a look at her hand. Despite having been submerged in the river, it appeared perfectly dry. She clenched her fist, but she didn’t have much strength to do so. Her body was right there, but it felt so peculiar—as if it wasn’t quite real.
Jusetsu gazed at her surroundings. Was this where someone ended up after death—this desolate, dark river?
“Look at that,” said a voice.
It was so sudden that Jusetsu spun her head around in shock. A petite young girl dressed in a black robe was standing right behind her. The girl’s face was worryingly pale with dry, white lips. She was extremely thin as well, making her eyes look disproportionately large.
This girl pointed in front of her, and the state of her hand gaveJusetsuashock.Eachofthegirl’sfingershadbeentorn off at the center joint, and blood dripped from the stubs that remained.
“When the star falls down, another life will be created,” said the girl, prompting Jusetsu to look where she was pointing.
Afaintlightwassinkingbeneaththewater’ssurface,swaying from side to side as it went under.
“Look, those too,” she added, pointing at another light.
Thatone,too,quiveredasitsankintotheriver.WhenJusetsu looked carefully, she realized that several other orbs of light nearby were doing the same thing.
“Souls that have been guided to the divine palace are washed out into this river, cleansed, and funneled along before falling backdownasanewlifeinduecourse.”Thegirl’svoicewascrystalline, fragile, and indistinct—almost as if it could fade away at any moment. “All I ever do is watch them…”
The girl lowered her hand and looked at Jusetsu. Her eyes were dark and empty, like the hollow of a tree.
“You broke my barrier, didn’t you?” she went on, her voice slow and faltering. The look in her eyes became even darker.
Before she realized what she was doing, Jusetsu grabbed the girl and pushed her down. Water splashed about.
“Kosho…!”
AstrongsenseofconvictionwashedoverJusetsu.Sheknewit was her. Jusetsu had no idea why she was there, but all the anger and hatred she’d been harboring toward Kosho immediately came to a boil and burst out of her.
Even after being pushed, Kosho’s facial expression didn’t change, and neither did the look in her hollow-looking eyes.
“Choka will be so disappointed. If he hates me, it’ll be your fault.”
“Choka?” Jusetsu asked.
“Thepersonwhogavememyname.” “You mean…Ran Yu?”
Kosho flinched at that, furrowing her brows. “You can’t go around saying his name like it’s nothing.”
“Is that not allowed?” asked Jusetsu. “Is ‘Choka’ Ran Yu’s courtesy name, then?”
Kosho glared up at Jusetsu, looking annoyed.
I’m the one who should be annoyed here, thought Jusetsu, continuing to shake the young girl by her collar.
“Whatdo you mean, ‘it’d be my fault’? Allof this is your fault!
All of it!” Jusetsu yelled.
Kosho was the one who shut the Raven away inside the Raven ConsortsandcreatedabarriertostopRavenConsortsfromleaving. She was to blame for all of Jusetsu’s suffering.
Jusetsu’sragewassointensethatshecouldn’tfindthe
words to express it. She thought of how all the Raven Consorts had suffered, the way Reijo had suffered, and the love she had for her.
“Reijo…” Jusetsu murmured in something of a groan, and she let go of Kosho. Tormenting this girl wasn’t going to undo the anguish that Reijo had gone through. This disheartening realization made her feel empty inside.
“Why did you shut away the Raven? Why did you shut away the Raven Consorts?”
Kosho gave Jusetsu a questioning look. “To stop them from escaping, of course. Whether you’re dealing with birds or insects,ifyoudon’tkeepthemcagedup,theyflee,”sherepliedinamatter-of-fact manner.
For a moment, Jusetsu found herself lost for words.
“Wasn’t there anything specific you were trying to accomplish? How could you…?” Hadn’t this girl spared a thought for the people’s lives she was affecting? Jusetsu gave her a hard stare.
“If they got away, it’d cause problems for Choka. I wasn’t going to run away, but I had no way of knowing what would happen after I was gone. I had no choice but to shut them away. Even the bird Choka gave me flew away because I didn’t keep it locked in a bird cage. ‘Birds are meant to be caged up,’ Choka told me. He…”
“WasChokatheonewhotoldyoutochopoffyourfingersand set up a barrier?”
Koshowent quiet.
Jusetsupressedharder.“DidChokatellyoutoshuttheRaven away inside your body and suffer every night there was a new moon? Did he order you to perform forbidden magic and utilize the Raven Consorts’ dead bodies as weapons?”
An infuriated groan escaped Kosho’s lips. She was glowering at Jusetsu now. “Don’t even suggest such a preposterous idea,” she said.
“What?”
“I did it all for him, and yet he showed me no gratitude whatsoever. He just insisted that he never asked me to carry out such acts. He was a liar. I know it was what he really wanted, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to admit it. I went through withit regardless—I knew it was what he wanted. He never gave me orders anyway. He said I didn’t need to listen to orders becauseI wasn’t a slave anymore, and he promised me he’d never issue any either,” muttered Kosho, shaking her head and darting her eyes about as she did so. She almost seemed nervous.
Suddenly, Jusetsu found herself unable to tell just how old Kosho was. Initially, the girl appeared to be about the same age as her, but now, she looked more like an elderly lady and an exhausted forty-something at the same time. She still had the eyes of a young girl, but her skin was rough, cracked in places, and sagging.
“Urghhh…” Kosho moaned as her body swayed from sideto side.
Before she knew it, Jusetsu scrambled out of her way.
Kosho sat up and staggered to her feet. “The gods loathed me for using forbidden magic and forbade me from entering the SecludedPalace.Ihavenochoicebuttostayhere,endlesslyroaming about. If only my body hadn’t been pickled with salt, I could have gone back to Choka…”
After she’d died, Kosho’s body had been pickled—by none other than Ran Yu, who’d feared she’d come back to life.
“Choka…”sherepeated.
Kosho’s hands were concealed by her black robe, but every time her body swayed from side to side, blood would drip from her severed fingers, almost like tears.
JusetsurealizednowthatChokawasallKosho’deverthought about.Other people meant nothing to her. No matter how much
Jusetsutriedtoconvinceherhowmuchtorment,sadness,andresentmentshehadcausedtotheRavenConsortswho’dsucceeded her, it would never get through to her.
She’d never be able to comprehend that other people had feelings too. That was all invisible to her. The only thing Kosho could consider was how things would look through Choka’s eyes.
Kosho began aimlessly trudging along the gloomy, neverendingriver.Wouldshecontinuewanderinglikethatforall eternity, just as she had been all this time? Was that to beher punishment?
“Until Choka saved me…I wasn’t me…” Kosho said, almost whispering now—but with no sound of rushing water to drown them out, her words were crystal clear.
“My father was a thief, but when he was arrested, my mother and I were both made to work as slaves. Once you’re a slave, the only way you can get out is by receiving a pardon. I spent day after day hulling paddy rice with a pestle, even when my skin was torn and my hands had blisters. Criminals wear red clothes—did you know that? Dressed in red, you pound away with pestles from morning until night. You pound and pound, but it never ends… The Raven was the only one I had to talk to.”
“TheRaven…?”askedJusetsu.
Kosho stopped and looked around. “At night, I’d hear her calling me from the darkness. I was the only one who could hear it.Shewassohappytohavesomeonetocommunicatewith.Iwas too… Oh, I was really happy…”
Kosho looked down as she reminisced.
“But then…Choka came. He saved me. I became the most important person in his life, and he became mine. No matter how beautiful his other consorts were or if he fathered children with them, at the end of the day, I was indispensable to him. I wasthe only one who was irreplaceable… No matter what I did, he’d always forgive me in the end—and I forgave him too.”
Kosho giggled, like she just recalled something amusing. What did he do? Jusetsu wondered, but she didn’t dare ask. “That’s why I always forgave him, no matter what he’d done.
No matter how much he hated me or feared me, I knew he’dnever leave me.”
That was when Jusetsu realized that Kosho was now right in front of her. Jusetsu backed away from her, but Kosho reached out and grabbed hold of Jusetsu’s arm. Her half-severed fingers dug into her skin. Jusetsu wondered whether Kosho was still in pain from that—after all, there was still blood oozing from the wounds and trickling down.
“I never listened to a single request from Choka, so why did he fear me so much? What possessed him to gather all those shamans together, create a palace for the ao god, and even pickle my corpse with salt? I did so many irresponsible things for him.I even cut off my own fingers, and I died from those injuries… Why, then, would he do that to my body…?”
Kosho’s eyes were glowing with a strange, piercing light, and her face was so emaciated that it looked more like a bare skull.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what Choka was so scared of.
He’dbeenterrifiedbyKosho’srecklesssingle-mindedness.Choka simply wasn’t going to accept all her thoughtless actions just because they were for his sake. It wasn’t as if they’d even benefit him in the first place—Kosho was only doing what she thought was in his best interests.
Like a chick chasing after its parent, Kosho had fervently adored and devoted herself to the man who’d saved her. She may have even viewed him as a god. Being worshipped in such a way, however, was unbearable.
“Whatahopelesspersonhebecame,”Koshosaid,continuing. “He used to be so strong… When I first met him, he wasn’t scared of anything…”
JusetsucouldseeherselfreflectedinKosho’seyes,butKosho wasn’t actually looking at her. Jusetsu shrank away, pulling free from her grasp.
Ihavenotimetowastelisteningtothesenonsensicalramblings. Jusetsu took another look around. Going by what Kosho had said, they were likely in the Passage of Stars. Kosho had been rejected by the gods of the Secluded Palace and had ended up roaming about in here instead.
But why am I here too?
“You’re not dead, so your soul can’t be led to the Secluded Palace,” said Kosho, as if she read Jusetsu’s mind. “Unless oneof your blood relatives calls for you, you won’t be able to makeit back. You’ll have no choice but to wander endlessly about,like me.”
Oneofmybloodrelatives?Jusetsuthought.There’snoway I have any of those.
The thought of roaming this river for all eternity like Kosho made her whole body go cold. The icy sensation began with the tips of her fingers and quickly spread throughout every inch of her being.
Once again, Kosho reached out her hand and seized holdof Jusetsu’s wrist. “You’re related to Choka, aren’t you?”
Kosho’s mouth was gaping open. It took Jusetsu a moment to realize that this was actually a smile. It was certainly a menacing one.
“Let’s stay together, then,” Kosho said.
Jusetsu’s wrist squeaked as Kosho tightened her grip around it.BloodsliddownJusetsu’spalmandfellintothewaterbeneath them.Coveredingoosebumps,Jusetsutrieddesperatelytoshake herself free. Kosho hurriedly pulled her hand away, causing her to stumble slightly. Jusetsu turned around and ran.
“This is where new lives are formed, you know…” Kosho called after her. Faint yet clear, her voice resonated sharply in Jusetsu’s ears. “One day, Choka will be reborn too.”
She sounded happy, as if she was excited by the prospect. “I’m sure I’ll be able to tell it’s him. If I find him, I’m going tograb hold of him and never let him go.”
Her shrill cackle echoed through the air. It sounded like it went on forever. She sounded like a bird cawing. Her laugh carried on ringing through the air long after she went quiet, and it continued to haunt Jusetsu as she charged forward. She couldn’t look back now. Her whole body felt freezing cold, and yet she was oozing with sweat. She couldn’t stop trembling. Jusetsu hada vivid sense that she came face-to-face with the immeasurable determination of the girl who’d abused her power to keep the Raven Consorts and the Raven restrained for all those years.
All of a sudden, she felt like her legs were sinking into the mud. By the time she noticed what was happening, it was up to her shins. The river was now a bottomless swamp, and no matter how hard she tried to pull her legs out, they wouldn’t budge. Instead, they continued to sink in deeper and deeper.
Jusetsu writhed about, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. Before she knew it, she was submerged up to her torso.
I’m drowning.
At this rate, she was sure she’d sink to the bottom. No, if she sunkdownanyfurther,shewouldn’tjustdrown—she’dsuffocate in the mud.
She tried to move her arms to swim away, but the water just splashed about. Her body didn’t get any closer to the surface. Eventually, only her head remained above the river’s surface. Water splashed against her cheeks and seeped into her mouth.
Am I going to die? Jusetsu wondered, but she wasn’t sure that was even possible here.
Her head slipped beneath the water. It was dark, and she couldn’t see a thing.
Thatwaswhenavisionofsomeonesheknewcametomind— thefaceofacertainyoungman.Nosoundpassedherlips,butshe shouted his name anyway.
“Koshun!!!”
I wish he’d call my name, she thought. She got the most peculiar feeling whenever he said it.
If only he’d call out to her, she would have been able to go anywhere she liked.
Jusetsu closed her eyes and reached out her hands. She knew she was only sinking deeper and deeper, but she felt as if she was rising instead. In fact, she couldn’t even tell which way was up anymore. She couldn’t sense the shape of her body—where her arms were, or her legs. She couldn’t move her limbs. It was as if her body was dissolving, vanishing for good.
Everything was about to disappear. She was even forgetting her own name.
But then…she heard a voice.
One single, solitary voice, calling out to her from the darkness.
“Jusetsu…Jusetsu…”
It was calling her name. The voice was calm, gentle. Familiar. It had a quiet warmth to it, like a faint ray of sunshine shining down on her otherwise cold surroundings.
That’sright,shethought.MynameisJusetsu.
Her heart’s core returned to its original form. She remembered how it felt to be inside her body again.
Her fingers could move again. She could feel her eyelashes trembling.
Jusetsuopenedhereyes. “Jusetsu.”
ThefirstthingshesawwasKoshun’sfacepeeringdownather. He seemed somewhat surprised, but the young man’s face was always so expressionless that it was hard to tell for sure.
Jusetsu blinked a few times, then slowly took a look around. She was in the Yamei Palace.
She was lying down on her bed with Jiujiu, Onkei, Tankai, and Kogyo standing around her. Ishiha was nowhere to be seen. Eisei, however, was standing right next to her bed. In fact, he wasn’t just standing there—he was also holding her hand.
What’s going on? Jusetsu asked herself—but her shock was so intense that all the doubts and questions in her mind were drowned out by it.
Possibly having sensed Jusetsu’s surprise, Eisei put on a discontented frown and released her hand from his grip.
“I take it you are back,” he said.
“Did you know, Jusetsu?” asked Koshun.
“Know what?” Jusetsu replied, still confused—but Koshun just nodded at her, looking somehow satisfied with this answer. “Really, though, what’s happening? I’m…”
“AfterbreakingKosho’sbarrierandherforbiddenmagic,your heart flew away—according to the Raven,” Koshun explained.
“The Raven…?”
“We used the Raven’s magic to call you back. With Eisei’s help.”
“The Raven’s magic? Eisei’s help? Huh?” Jusetsu asked. Koshun shot a look at Eisei, who—still looking displeased—said nothing.
Jusetsu placed a hand on her forehead and looked up at the ceiling. She tried to recall her memories.
I was with Kosho, in the Passage of Stars. Kosho claimed that unlessoneofJusetsu’sbloodrelativescalledforher,shewouldn’t make it back.
“I…met Kosho, in the Passage of Stars. She said that unless oneofmybloodrelativescalledforme,I’dbestuckthereforever.”
Eisei clicked his tongue.
Jusetsu looked at him. “Did you just tut at me?” He didn’t answer.
“Irememberyouaskingformymother’snamesometimeago,” she said. “I did find that strange.”
“…My mother was a prostitute,” began Eisei, looking very disgruntled. “She was cast aside by the man who was supposed tobuyheroutandtookherownlife.Thatworthlessmanwasmy father—and your father too.”
JusetsuthoughtoverwhatEiseihadjusttoldher.“ButInever knew my father,” she said.
“That’s irrelevant,” Eisei responded, sounding irritated. “That’s the reality of what happened, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
OnlyabloodrelativecouldhavecalledJusetsubackfromthe Passage of Stars—in which case, what Eisei was claiming had to be true. Jusetsu gave him a look of disbelief, and the expression on his face grew even more disgruntled.
There’s no need to look at me like that, Jusetsu thought to herself. She hadn’t yet come to terms with the fact that they were siblings, and he was making her feel like stubbornly rejectingthe notion.
“I’ve done what I needed to do, so let us leave it at that. After all, we had different mothers. I have no intention of playing happy family with you,” Eisei snarled.
“Me neither,” agreed Jusetsu. “Well, that’s that, then.”
She pushed against the bed to lift herself up. Jiujiu lent hera hand. Jusetsu was struggling to muster up much strength. It was almost like her body and heart weren’t yet in sync. She spent a few moments clenching and unclenching her hands, bringing the feeling back to them.
“Nowthen,whatwasthatabouttheRaven?”askedJusetsu.“If she helped call me back, then I assume you had the opportunity to speak with her.”
“She inhabited and made use of your body while your heart was elsewhere. And yes, we did get to talk to her.”
Jusetsu looked down at her own body. “What did the Raven use it for?”
“Ipromisedherwe’dfindhermissinghalf,”Koshunsaid. “I see.”
Jusetsustaredatherpalms.WastheRavenstillinsideofher? Ho Ichigyo had suggested that the Raven Consort might be able to converse with the Raven since she was her shrine maiden, but Jusetsu didn’t know how to go about doing that.
“I’ve sent Senri and Shiki to Je Island to look for it.” “All the way to Je Island?” she asked.
“Senri is very well-versed in their local folktales.”
“Well, I know that much.”
Senri suffered from poor health. Won’t the wintertime sea winds be bad for his health?
“IthasalsobeenexposedthatyouareadescendantoftheRan lineage,” Koshun said, sounding indifferent.
It took a moment for those words to sink in for Jusetsu. “What did you just say…?”
“Youprobablydon’tremember,butcrowdsofpeoplesawthat hair of yours.”
Jusetsu touched her head. Her hair was loose. She grabbed hold of a few strands and took a look for herself—it was silver. The blood drained from her face.
Koshun carried on speaking, unfazed. “The imperial court has already come to a resolution regarding the issue. You shall notbepunished.Instead,Iamcreatinganewroletoappointyou to. You will be the ritual coordinator, tasked with administering divine rites.”
This solution seemed too simple to believe. Jusetsu was dumbfounded. Koshun, on the other hand, was wearing the same composed expression that he always did. Jusetsu stared at him, transfixed.
There’snowayitcouldhavebeensolvedthateasily.
Jusetsu was certain the situation hadn’t been as straightforward as his casual tone was trying to suggest. He must have exerted a great deal of mental energy, worked tirelessly, gone to greatlengths,andenlistedthehelpofmanyotherpeopleinorder to make that happen.
Thethoughtoftheridiculoustroublehe’dputhimself through left Jusetsu tongue-tied.
“Senri and Gyotoku’s oratorical skills were a great asset. Kajo and the others were a great help too,” he said.
“Isthatright…?”
“Of course, I have Sei to thank as well.”
“Iwasjustworkingforyou,master,”Eiseicutincoldly. Koshun smiled awkwardly.
“I…need to say thank you,” said Jusetsu.
“You do indeed. Perhaps you could send Senri a letter?” “No…” Jusetsu felt choked up. It was hard for her to get the
words out. “It’s you I need to thank.”
Koshun closed his mouth and looked at her.
“There’s no need to thank me. It wasn’t just for your benefit, after all,” he said in his usual, impassive tone of voice—but Jusetsu noticed him avert his gaze in a slightly hesitant manner. “That said…”
“What isit?”
“That game isn’t going to finish itself.” “Game…?” Jusetsu paused for a moment. “Oh!”
He must have been talking about the Go game they were playing by way of letters.
“Let’s…carryon,”saidKoshun,speakinglikeachildwhodidn’t quite know what he was supposed to say. He never verbalized his ownpersonaldesires,soperhapshereallydidn’tknowhowtosayit. “All right,” said Jusetsu. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say in this situation either.
“Fine,”Koshunsaidsimply,givingheranod.
Then, the look in his eyes softened, and a slight smile spread across his face.
***
A powerful sea wind howled past Hakurai’s ears. He was standing on a headland, looking out at the sea. The waves before him were rough. All of the boats were moored at the harbor, noneofthempreparingtoventurebackoutontothewater.They didn’t want to run the risk of getting shipwrecked if they headed out at the wrong moment. Instead, they had to wait until the wind conditions were more suitable for sailing—something whichcouldtakedays.Theporttown’sbawdyhouseswerelikely teeming with sailors.
“Sir?” a young boy called out, making Hakurai look behind him.
Ishiha was standing there, a medicinal plant in hand. “Is this what you meant by goldthread?”
Goldthread rootstock had medicinal properties. It alleviated digestion issues and could also stop bleeding or reduce inflammation.
“Yes. Now, go and dig up the roots.”
“Understood,” Ishiha replied, nodding obediently. He was wearing sea swallow attire—a hemp jacket tied with thick straw rope tied around his waist and a pair of short pants.
“Where is Ayura?” Hakurai asked him.
Ishiha pointed toward the beach underneath the headland. “She’s collecting shells, sir,” said Ishiha.
Hakuraisighed.“Theshellsaroundherewon’tbeworthanything.” He’d already told her this countless times.
“She’sgreatatfindingprettyshells.Thechildrenloveit,” said Ishiha.
“It’dhelpthemmoreifshe’dcollectmedicinalplantsinstead.” “You can leave that to me,” Ishiha said.
The boy was a hard worker. He was putting in a tremendous amount of effort—enough to make up for Ayura’s lack thereof. The two of them were like siblings. He was the diligent, scrupulous brother, and she was an absent-minded sister.
Hakurai and Ishiha made their way down the mountain, the latter with a plant basket on his back. The beach extended along the base of a steep cliff, and numerous caves had been carved out there from erosion from the sea. These caves had straw curtains hanging over their entrances. Hakurai made his way inside one of them, tearing the curtains down as he went. The inside of the cave was full of jars and baskets, and a young boy was sitting at the back. He was grinding medicinal plants inside an earthenware mortar with a wooden pestle.
Theboylookedup.“Didyoufindthem?” “Yeah.”
Ishiha took the plant basket off his back and walked overto the other boy. The boy took the goldthread plants out of the basket and took a look at them.
“Puttheminthisbasket,”thatboysaid,pickingupabasketfrombehindhimandofferingittoIshiha.Thegoldthreadplants hadto have their delicate roots removed and would then be dried.
“How was the sea?”
Hakurai was the one who answered. “It’ll be like this for another two or three days. No boats have left either.”
“It’s strange,” the boy said. “The waters around Je Island are usually the calmest you can find at this time of year. If we can’t fish here, then making medicine is our only option.”
This boy was a sea swallow—a sea dweller who went from fishing spot to fishing spot like a migratory bird. Usually, sea swallows built huts out at sea to live in, but in busy ports like that of Je Island, they’d come ashore instead and take up residence in caves like this one.
This boy—Natari—belonged to the Dako clan. Some time ago, Hakurai had saved him when others were ganging up on him.
Itwasalwaysimpossibletopredictwhereandhowyouwould cross paths with someone again.
After Ishiha and Injo—or rather, Ayura—were kidnapped from the Goshi Palace, Hakurai found them stranded on a riverbank near the imperial capital. Since the ao god communicated through rivers, ponds, the sea, and other large stretches of water, Hakurai suspected that the pair would end up beside some expanse of water and had gone on the hunt for them.
Ui—theaogod’sapparatus—wastheretoo.HetoldHakurai and the two children to make their way to Je Island, claiming it was the ao god’s order—and so, Hakurai took Ayura and Ishiha there.ItwasontheislandthatheencounteredNatarionceagain.
Since Natari was indebted to Hakurai for helping him, the three of them were now being taken care of by the Dako clan.At first, Ishiha wanted to go home to the Raven Consort, but there was something getting in the way of that—the ao god’s command.
“The god says that we must locate the Raven’s missing half. It should be somewhere at the bottom of this sea,” Ayura had said, passing on the ao god’s words. “He says that if we don’t, he will eat both Ishiha and I.”
Something must have driven him into a corner, thought Hakurai. Perhaps he had been shot and injured by the Raven’s arrow.Still,thatwaspreciselywhythesituationwassorisky. A wounded animal was always the most dangerous.
Hakuraifeltlikehewastakingcareofawildbeastthathehad noideahowtohandle,andhehadtheimpressionthathewasthe one who was actually going to be devoured.
Chapter 3: Out of the Sea
“I HEAR THE RavenConsorthasawoken,”saidYozetsuJikei.
He looked over at Koshun, who was sitting in front of him in the Koshi Palace. “That’s good to hear.”
“It is indeed,” said Koshun with a nod, keeping his response brief.
“I feel pathetic for not being able to help.”
“There’snoneedforthat.Infact,Ihighlyappreciateyou biting your tongue in that imperial court meeting,” the emperor added.
If Jikei had begged for Jusetsu’s life to be spared at that time, Meiin never would have backed down. Still, it must have been infuriating him to resist speaking up.
Koshun’swordsbroughtabittersmiletoJikei’sface.“Iexpect the rumors will reach the far north in the next few days.”
“Won’t the snow get in the way of that?”
“To some extent, but that doesn’t mean that no information will reach them. There are salt and fur traders around, after all.”
The origins of the Ran lineage could be traced directly back to the Northern Mountains. As a result, many tribes in that region favored the Ran Dynasty. Koshun had to keep a close eyeon how those people reacted when news about what happened made its way to them.
“I’ve ordered the local authorities and moderation envoys to stay alert, but even so…” Koshun said, trailing off.
Since the region was mountainous and blocked off by heavy snowfall,itwasdifficulttodiscernwhatwastrulygoingonthere.
“We Yozetsu folk have had a deep relationship with the Northern Mountains for generations,” explained Jikei. “We use firewoodfromthetreesonthemountainsinthesaltmanufacturing process. When spring came, felled timber would be floated down meltwater streams and was transported all the way to the waters of Kai Province. They use boats nowadays though. Anyway, they were given salt as a reward since they couldn’t obtain it up there in the mountains. We’ve been doing that since time immemorial. It’s a give-and-take relationship.”
Jikeicontinuedfromthere.“Theonlytroublingthingisthat there isn’t just one tribe there. I only ever deal with one or two of them—the people I know are all very grateful that you keep the ironmakers of Do Province in check. However, I know little about the majority of the tribes… It’s easy to assume that they’re enemies, but you never know if they’re working together behind the scenes—or if it’s the other way around. It’s a real bother.”
Different tribes had disputes over hunting jurisdictions and who owned the woodlands. Rather than come to a compromise by discussing these issues, these tribes tended to use conflict to force their opponents to surrender and take charge of them, which increased their tribal power. This pattern repeated over and overuntil only a few powerful tribes remained. These strong tribes weren’t stupid enough to fight each other now—instead, they maintainedanappearanceofcamaraderiethroughintermarriage. However, it was impossible for an outsider to know what was really going on between them, and sometimes tribes that were supposedly hostile to each other would actually exchange information in secret. They used this deliberate ambiguity to keep each other in check—and it had an added benefit of preventing interlopers from knowing what was really going on in the region.
Jikei explained all this to the emperor as well.
“Doyouknowwhat’smostessentialwhenstagingarebellion?” Jikei then said. It sounded more like he was checking Koshun’s knowledge rather than asking a real question.
“Money,surely,” theemperor responded.
Jikei gave him a deep nod. “It’s not that hard to gather comrades. As long as you have enthusiasm, they’ll come. But without the funds, it won’t last. You need a large amount of money in order to procure weapons and buy provisions. Not only that, but you need a consistent flow of those resources. That’s why getting thebackingofwealthymerchantsandprosperousfamiliesissuch a necessity.”
WhentheRanlineagehadrevolted,theYozetsufamily,being salt merchants, had acted as their supporters.
“Ifthoseinthefarnorthweretotakeaction,nosaltmerchants would support them financially. They have no reason to want the current imperial court to collapse. Even in the unlikely scenario thatsuchamovementdidoccur,Iwouldhearaboutit.Idon’tknow exactly what goes on in the minds of my fellow merchants, but… Considering the pros and cons, none of them would jump at the opportunity to join hands with any scheming northerners. However…I can’t speak for any wealthy clans.”
Koshun was silent for a moment. “What are your views on Ga Province?”
Jikei gave Koshun a questioning look. “Are you referring to theSanameclan?Ican’timaginethefatherofyouresteemedconsortwouldevendreamofbetrayingyou,consideringhisdaughter is pregnant with your heir.”
“No, it’s not that I’m scared they would rebel—but if they see this as an opportunity to end the bloodline of the Ran Dynasty, thentheymaystirthepotbehindthescenes.Choyoisn’tthesort of man who’d foolishly let a good opportunity get away.”
If an uprising were to be staged with the goal of bringing the Ran lineage back to power, all it would take to end it would be to kill Jusetsu. No matter how big or small the uproar was, the moment such an uprising occurred, Jusetsu’s execution would become unavoidable.
“Isee.”Jikeicrossedhisarmsandgrumbled.“Sothat’samatter of concern for you.”
“I’ve already sent the eldest son of the Saname family back to GaProvincetolookintothesituation.Hewaspreviouslystaying here in the imperial capital.”
“Their eldest son…? Really?” Jikei slapped his knee in disbelief. “Are you telling me that there’s a father and son in the Saname family who are at odds with one another? That may be useful.”
Koshun gave Jikei a slight nod.
“Even so, it’s vital that this doesn’t come to anything. Let’s leaveGaProvincetotheeldestsonoftheSanameclan,andIwill deal with the north.”
“No,” interjected Koshun. “If you’re active in that region, people may suspect you of treason.”
Therewereprobablyplentyofmembersintheimperialcourt whostilldidn’ttrustJikei.Somemighthaveassumedthathewas plotting something alongside the tribes in the far north.
“If they do, then that means the northerners themselves will assumethatIwanttorebeltoo.Doesthatnotworkinourfavor? I shall go and do some investigating. No need to worry, Your Majesty. I assure you, this old vassal of yours knows when it’s time to flee.” Jikei laughed merrily at that.
Jusetsu’s silver hair glistened in the morning light. Every time thecombslidthroughherhair,itgleamedlikesunlightsparkling on the surface of a pond.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she grimaced. “I’m going to dye my hair today.”
“Whaaat?!” whined Jiujiu, who’d been untangling it for her. “But why? It’d be such a shame.”
“I can’t stand how shiny it is. It makes me feel so unsettled too—I don’t feel like myself.”
Jusetsu had been dyeing her hair black for so long that the sightofthesesilverstrandswasjarring.Itfeltlikeshewaslooking at a complete stranger in the mirror.
“But you’ve finally got the opportunity to keep your natural color. Why don’t you postpone it for just a little longer? You might even get used to it.”
Jiujiu skillfully brought Jusetsu’s hair together and styled it into her usual hairstyle.
“Which hairpin or dangling hair ornament shall we use? They all go with your black hair…” Jiujiu picked up a hairpin, looking confounded.
“Evenmorereasonformetodyeitback,”Jusetsucommented. “Howaboutjade?”somebodycutin.ItwasTankai,poking hisheadthroughthecurtains.“Ithinkajadehairpinwouldlook nice.”
“Excuseme,Tankai,”snappedJiujiu.“I’minthemiddleofgetting niangniang dressed for the day.”
“Whocares?She’salreadyfullyclothed.”Tankaibargedinside andstoodbehindJusetsu.Hepickedajadehairpinwithaflower pattern carved into it up off the tray. “Here you go. How about this one?”
“Isn’t this red coral stone one prettier?” countered Jiujiu. “If weput it in niangniang’s hair, it’ll look like a camellia in the snow.”
“Oh, that’s not a bad idea.”
The two of them deliberated over which accessory to choose. They picked up different hair decorations and tried matching them against Jusetsu’s new hair color.
Jusetsu, however, simply didn’t care. I wish they’d hurry up, she thought, looking across at the curtain. It was then that she noticed the faint outline of someone standing on the other side.
Although she couldn’t see them clearly, she could tell by the silhouette alone who this person was—Onkei.
“Hey, Onkei. Which do you like?” Tankai called out to him, holding up one of the hairpins.
The silhouette hesitantly placed a hand on the curtain, but immediately withdrew it again.
“You’re such a pain,” said Tankai, striding over and yanking thecurtainsopentorevealOnkeistandingtherewithaglumlook on his face. Tankai dragged him over to Jusetsu’s side.
Now that Jusetsu thought about it, she hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to Onkei properly yet. She had only returned to hersensesthenightbefore.Koshungaveheraroughexplanation ofwhathappened,butitwastakingalotofeffortforhertotruly grasp the situation and comprehend it.
JusetsustaredatOnkei—themanlookedstrickenwithgrief. “What’swrong…?”sheasked,butthelookonOnkei’sfaceonly grew more anxious.
“He’s been like this the entire time. Because he wasn’t able to protect you,” said Tankai, answering on Onkei’s behalf.
“From Kosho’s forbidden magic? Well, that was inevitable. I’m sure things would have been different if I’d been attacked by a living opponent.”
“You’reright, logicallyspeaking. Buteven so…”Tankai trailedoff.
“Hmph.” Jusetsu tilted her head to one side slightly, then beckonedOnkeitocomecloser.Onkeikneeledbesideher.“You don’t help me get dressed, do you?” she asked.
“Huh…?” Onkei’s eyes widened. “Well, no.” “Nor do you tie up my hair.”
“No.”
“If I were to be injured while getting dressed or having my hair done, it’d have nothing to do with you, and there’d be no reason for you to shoulder the blame for it.”
Sensing what Jusetsu was trying to say, a meek expression appeared on Onkei’s face.
“This is exactly the same in this scenario,” Jusetsu added. “Iunderstand,”saidOnkeiafterapause,loweringhisgaze.
“I’d totally help you get dressed and do your hair if I had permission though,” Tankai interjected.
“Absolutelynot,”Jiujiuresponded,glaringangrilyathim. “Not your permission, Jiujiu.”
“I wouldn’t mind Onkei helping, but not you.”
“Idon’tseewhatthedifferenceis,”Tankaishotback. “You two couldn’t be more different.”
“Oh, I’m glad to see how lively it is in here,” said a new,calm voice.
Jiujiu and Tankai both turned around in a fluster and got to their knees. Kajo was standing in the doorway, accompanied by her ladies-in-waiting and eunuchs.
“WhenIheardyou’dwokenup,Icouldn’twaittoseeyou.So here I am, paying a visit first thing in the morning, amei.”
Unsurprisingly, word had reached Kajo extremely quickly. “I was planning on coming to visit you,” said Jusetsu.
“I suspected that might be the case, so I thought I’d beat youtoit,”Kajosaid,laughing.“Please,takesometimetorecover. I wouldn’t want you overexerting yourself.”
It’s not like there’s anything wrong with me, Jusetsu thought, but she knew it wasn’t appropriate for her to be wandering about, anyway. She’d attract unwanted rumors, no matter what she did.
“Anyway…” Kajo narrowed her eyes and looked over Jusetsu. “Your hair looks like fresh snow, gleaming in the sunlight. You’ll never run out of outfit options to choose from now!”
At that, one of Kajo’s ladies-in-waiting emerged from behind her and came forward, holding a tray. A bright blue robe sat on top of it. Kajo picked it up and unfolded it. The garment was made of blue brocade fabric and had twin fish and ivy embroidered into it.
“Even a bright, gorgeously embroidered garment pales in comparison to your beauty, amei. It’ll highlight your silver hair beautifully.” Kajo held the robe up against Jusetsu.
“And that’s not all…”
Kajo then turned around and took some hair decorations from the tray that a different lady-in-waiting was holding. She held a silver hairpin and a dangling hair ornament, both embellished with dark blue gemstones.
“These are from the Crane Consort, and those earrings over there are from the Magpie Consort. They’re both desperate to see you, amei.” Kajo placed the hairpin in Jusetsu’s hair herself, then smiled. “That looks wonderful on you.”
“Thank you…”
Jusetsu wasn’t simply thanking her for her compliment with thosewords.Shewasalsoexpressingthedeepreverenceandgratitude she had for Kajo. If it wasn’t for her thoughtfulness and kind nature, Jusetsu would have been dragged to the gallows by now. Jusetsu knew there were plenty of other people she had to thank too.
Kajo just smiled back at her.“Well, that’s all I needed tosay.
Please take it easy,” she said, then breezily walked away.
How much would it take to repay her? Jusetsu thought as she watchedKajoleave.CouldIevermakeupforallthatKajoandmy other kind allies have done for me?
Late that night, Koshun paid Jusetsu a surreptitious visit.
The only person accompanying him was Eisei. Jusetsu didn’t know how to act around Eisei now.
Jiujiu had acted surprised when she discovered he was Jusetsu’s half-brother, but she didn’t seem to find the idea too far-fetched. “Icansortofseeitnow,”she’dapparentlysaid—althoughJusetsu didn’t understand what there was to see.
Jusetsu tried as hard as she could to avoid Eisei’s gaze as she sat down in the chair up against the wall, next to the lattice window. In front of it sat a Go board. Koshun had come to continue their game.
Jusetsuplacedastoneonthesurfaceoftheboardonherown.
Senri wasn’t here to advise her now.
“I assume Senri has reached Je Island safely?” said Jusetsu. “I’msureI’llreceiveanupdatesoon.AssoonasIdo,I’llletyou know.” Koshun put down his next stone, not appearing to have put much thought into it. He was always quick to make his next move. “The foreign trade director is on Je Island, you see.”
“Theforeigntradedirector?”
“To put it simply, he’s the superior authority when it comes to overseeing trade. Since Je Island is the gateway for trade, that’s where the department for foreign trade is situated. The foreign trade director is in charge of that department, and that’s a positiontowhichIcanappointanindividualatmyowndiscretion— just like the salt and iron envoy. The current foreign trade director is called Fu Jakuho. He’s really adaptable, and you can count on him for almost anything.”
“Oh…” she said, trailing off.
Trade—in other words, buying from or selling to foreign merchants—probably demanded some amount of flexibility.
“I’d like to join them onJe Island as soon asI can,” Jusetsusaid. While they’d deduced that the missing half of the Raven had likely sunk in the sea near Je Island, there was no proof of that being the case. Not only that, but while the missing part was said to exist in the form of a black sword, it wasn’t as if they couldscour the entire seabed with a fine-tooth comb to find it. In reality, only the Raven knew whether it was there, which meant that Jusetsu had to be the one to go. Now that Kosho’s barrier was broken, the next step was for her to travel to Je Island. That had
been the original plan, after all.
“First, we should wait until news arrives from Senri and Shiki,” Koshun said. “Having advance knowledge of how the situationonJeIslandappearswouldbetoourbenefit.Venturingontothe island without knowing what’s going on would be like charging into a battlefield unarmed.”
Koshun was a cautious person. Je Island wasn’t necessarilya dangerous place, but it still may have been risky for Jusetsu and the Raven.
“I’mconcernedabouttheaogodandHakurai’swhereabouts too,” he added.
“Oh, yes…”
I wonder if Ishiha is safe? Jusetsu wondered. Where was he, and how was he doing? During the daytime, she used a hair she found on his pillow to try to track him down, but it only led her as far as the Goshi Palace.
“And then there’s the matter of the Saname clan. What does Choyo have planned?” Koshun wondered aloud.
Jusetsu groaned. She’d forgotten about that. There were so many different things she had to consider.
“I’ve already sent Shin to go and see him. I’m just waiting for him to report back.”
“Shin… Was that the eldest Saname son?” she asked.
Shin was Banka’s eldest brother—the one she criticized as beingarrogant.Butevenso,toJusetsu,itseemedlikehetookthe status of being an heir very seriously and took pride in that role.
“Evenso…”saidJusetsu,staringatKoshun.
By the time Jusetsu had come up with something to worry about, Koshun had already acted on those concerns.
“Shin is on your side, at the very least,” he said.
“Well…That’sgoodto hear.”
Jusetsu had only met him once or twice. Shin may have rebelled against his father, but was that really enough to turn him into one of Jusetsu’s allies? Koshun seemed confident in that.
“Aren’tyougoingtomakeamove?” “What?” Jusetsu responded.
Koshun pointed at the Go board. “It’s your turn,” he said. “How was I supposed to make a move when we were discussing something so serious? Give me a moment, won’t you?”
Jusetsuglaredattheboard.Koshunwatchedinsilenceasshe frowned, contemplating what to do. Eventually, Jusetsu put down a stone with a groan. A few moments later, Koshun made his next move as well, without commentary. The only sounds that could be heard were Jusetsu’s occasional grunts and grumbles and the clinking of stones as they were placed on the board. Things were peacefulandcalm.Koshunmaintainedtheupperhandbutdidn’t make any moves to clinch the deal.
Jusetsu had captured stones and had hers captured in return. She looked down at the Go board, which was gradually becoming covered with stones. If only we had a bigger board, thought Jusetsu. I wish the board was so big that this game could go on forever.
By the time their game was finished, it was almost dawn. With neither of them having resigned midway through, they played until there were no more moves that could be made and then counted the stones.
Jusetsuhadwon.
***
Koshun made his way back to his quarters before the sun was set to rise. Judging by the time, it was doubtful he’d get the chance to sleep before his imperial council meeting. He hadn’t looked tired—in fact, he’d looked totally unfazed—but Jusetsu couldn’thelpbutwonderifhe’dbeallright.Shelaydownonher bed and gazed up at the ceiling in a daze.
If I find the missing part of the Raven…
What would happen if she recovered it? If the Raven got her missing half back and Jusetsu was free?
Andoncethathappened,whatpathwasshesupposedto choose?
Until veryrecently, Jusetsuhad onlyhad oneoption—exile.
Thatwas the only path that had been offered to her.
However, the fact Jusetsu was a descendant of the Ran family was public now—and it happened in quite an ostentatious fashion, no less. Everyone knew her secret.
IfJusetsuwereforcedtofleethecountry,itwouldlikelyre-
flect poorly on Koshun.
Koshun created the role of ritual coordinator to give Jusetsu a reason to stay in the inner palace. Would everything work out fine as long as she accepted that job?
It was doubtful. It may have helped iron out some wrinkles, but she wasn’t safe yet. Her position would undoubtedly remain volatile,leavingherswayingbackandforthlikeapendulum.
Koshunwouldbeforcedtoagonizeoveritandworkhardtofind a solution every time a problem arose.
Jusetsu closed her eyes and sighed.
It was at that very moment that she heard a voice.
“Jusetsu,” called out the voice of a somewhat sleepy-sounding young girl.
Jusetsu couldn’t quite tell where the voice was coming from. Itseemedlikeitwasechoinginthedarknessthatsurroundedher.
“Jusetsu…Willyoufindmymissinghalf?”thevoiceasked apprehensively.
JusetsurecalledwhatKoshosaid—abouthowtheRaven would call to her from the darkness at nighttime.
“AreyoutheRaven?”Jusetsuasked.
“I am.”
So this is what the Raven sounds like, Jusetsu thought to herself.
Her voice was different from how she’d imagined it to be. The Ravensoundedyoung,helpless.Jusetsuhadimaginedittosound far more sinister and frightening.
“I’m going to look for it,” Jusetsu said.
“Where?”
“Je Island.”
TheRavensaidnothingto that.
“If I get close, will you be able to track it down?” Jusetsu asked.
“I’ll recognize it. It’s part of me, after all…”
“You’ll be able to return to your original form as long as we locate it, won’t you? You’ll leave my body.”
“Yes.”
Thesoonerwefindit,thebetter,then.
Once it’d been found, Jusetsu had to choose which path she wanted to take.
“Je Island…is on the border,” the Raven said quietly, her voice threatening to fade into the darkness.
“On the border?”
“Of the Secluded Palace and the Palace of Paradise. There are boundaries in place, so I can’t go any further than Je Island. If I do, I’ll be scolded very harshly.”
“Scolded? By whom?” Jusetsu asked.
“By those at the Palace of Paradise. They’ve gotten mad at me countless times before, when I was fighting with the ao god.”
Jusetsu was surprised to hear that even gods had places they couldn’t travel to.
“It’sfunnythathumanscancomeandgo,andyetagodcan’t,” she commented.
Humansbenefittedfromtrade.Suchthingsprobablyweren’t necessary for gods, though.
Jusetsuhadanotherquestion.“Longago,youandtheaogod causedIkahiIslandtosink,didn’tyou?Didtheygetangryatyou for that as well?”
“They did…” The Raven sounded so exceedingly dejected that it made Jusetsu giggle. It felt strange to be talking to the Raven. “When I get my missing half back, I’m going to fight the White Turtle without encroaching on territory that I’m not supposed to.”
“What?” Jusetsu stopped laughing. “Fight?”
“Of course,” she said, as if it was obvious. “This time, I’m going to defeat him.”
“Wait. You can’t do that.”
TheRavenwasplanningtostartabattlewithintheboundsof the territory she was authorized to be in. That fight would be vicious enough to submerge an entire island—and such an encounter had the potential to cause immense damage to the land of Sho.
“Doyouwanttoplungethisentirecountrybeneaththesea?!” Jusetsu snapped.
“If I don’t defeat the White Turtle, he will defeat me… He hates me.”
Koshun had told Jusetsu that they were at odds over the murder of an oracle. Did that mean that such a battle would be inevitable, no matter what they did?
What am I supposed to do?
Jusetsu’s expression clouded over as she stared fixedly atthe ceiling.
Koshun received a report from Shiki and Senri several days later. Alongside this update, Senri also sent a personal letter addressed to Jusetsu. When Jusetsu opened it, the sight of Senri’s unfalteringly clear and gentle brushwork put her mind at ease.
“I had been worried that the sea winds would be cold duringthewintertime,buttheweatherhereisevenmilderthanthat in the imperial capital. The climate has proven to be far more pleasant too. I shall bring you back a shell from the beach as a souvenir,” the letter said.
***
To travel to Je Island from the imperial capital, one had to take a boat down the waterways, proceed from there to the river, and then follow the river down into the sea. They then headed south along the shore until they reached port of Ko Province— which was located opposite Je Island—where they could transfer onto a passenger boat that traveled to and from the island itself. Thanks to the waterways, Je Island could be reached without having to take a big detour around the sea—and as long as the weather wasn’t too bad, you would arrive in about five days.
Beforethewaterwayswereconstructed,mostpeopletraveled to Je Island by sea. Unfortunately, many boats traveling there ended up shipwrecked. The sea currents were more complicated than usual due to the numerous small islands dotted around the area,andinsomespots,thecurrentswereasstrongasthosefound in rivers. Further still, there were few ports to flee to if the weather suddenly took a turn for the worse. Sailors needed to keep a careful eye on the weather, and at times, waiting for favorable winds or tides could extend their journeys by days.
Despitethesehazards,therewasalwaysahighvolumeofboat traffic to and from the island. Je Island was a trade center, and cargo that arrived on its shores needed to be transported backto the mainland. If a traveler was carrying a large assortment of goods, it made more sense to travel by sea than land. Allegedly, people who lived near the water would keep an eye out for foreigntreasures from shipwrecked boats washing up on their shores. Shiki had heard as much from a sailor during his voyage.
Ashecontinuedonhisway,Shikifeltthehumidityin the wind rising. By the time he boarded the passenger boat toJe Island, it was so warm that he had to take off his jacket.
“I expected the sea breeze to be cool, but this is actually quite pleasant,” Senri said, sounding relieved.
Shiki knew that the Winter Minister’s health was poor, but he didn’t know much else about him. He heard that Senri used his eloquence to silence Meiin during the last imperial council meeting, which helped save Jusetsu. Senri’s slender build gave Shikitheimpressionthatthemanmighthaveananxiousdisposition like Meiin, but once he spoke to him, he quickly discovered how affable and friendly the Winter Minister was.
The order that Koshun gave Shiki was simple yet confusing at the same time—“accompany the Winter Minister to Je Island.”
The emperor effectively told him to act as Senri’s assistant—
which begged the question, what was Senri even here to do?
“I am going to investigate folktales regarding an underwater volcano,” Senri had told him, without any hesitation.
Shiki was clueless.
Among the things he was clueless about was the fact it had never occurred to him that Jusetsu was actually a descendant of the Ran lineage. Had keeping such an individual in the inner palace just been a gutsy move, or was there another important reason as to why she needed to be there? Shiki figured it was probablythelatter.NomatterhowbraveKoshunwas,therewas no need for him to deliberately put himself in danger. Still, Shiki couldn’t even begin to imagine what that reason might have been.
“Oh, you can see the port now. It really is quite big, isn’t it?” Senri called out.
OneofJeIsland’sportswasnowvisiblefromtheirboat.
Therewerenumerousvesselsalreadyanchoredthere.
“All those ships are rather large—I suppose they must all be from abroad? I can’t see any small ones like this one.”
“That port is meant for large ships. Since it’s an inlet with deep water, it can accommodate larger ones with deep drafts. Small boats like this one typically use the port in the bay a little further around the way. The water’s shallower there.”
“Oh, I see. So it’s a matter of sea depth.”
Je Island had been a bustling hub for boat traffic for generations. Long ago, the inland port had been more prosperous than itwasnow.Afterall,peoplehadn’tlearnedhowtoconstructsuch large ships until more recently. The bay was created by a sandbar at the mouth of the estuary that separated it from the open sea. This formation meant that its waves were calm, and its water was shallow, making it perfect for anchoring small boats.
“TheareasurroundingthebigportoverthereiscalledBanbo andisapparentlywheretheforeignmerchantsstay.You’llnotice that it’s surrounded by a mud wall. You’re not supposed to enter or leave the area without permission, so be careful.”
“Understood,”saidSenripolitely.“You’reveryknowledgeable, Reiko. It’s a great help to me.”
“Yozetsutoldmeaboutit.Heseemstobeonfairlygoodterms with the foreign trade director who’s stationed here, and said he would send him a letter too…”
Since Shiki and Senri had been so busy planning this sudden trip, a letter would be the quickest way to reach him.
“Isthatright…?”ThenSenrisuddenlynarrowedhiseyes.The sunlightgleamingoffthesurfaceoftheseasobrightlythatitwas almost blinding.
“Issomething wrong?”
“I was just thinking about how wonderful connections with people can be.”
“What?”askedShiki.
“You never know where and how you’re going to meet someone, or whether they’ll be able to help you. It’s so curious how one single person can lead you to another, and then another,and another…”
How one person can lead you to another…?
Shiki placed a hand onto his other arm as he gazed out over the water. His little sister was still there, pulling at his sleeve.
“Do only living people count?” asked Shiki. The words simply tumbled out of his mouth.
As nonsensical as that probably sounded, Senri didn’t look at him strangely in the slightest. In fact, he had a tender look in his eyes.
“No,” he said. “It applies to the dead as well.”
***
When they arrived at the port, there was a man there to greet them. He was a small-framed man, likely in his fifties. Shiki assumed him to be one of the foreign trade director’s inferiors.
“How nice to see you, sirs. I take it you are Reiko, and you must be To. I am Fu Jakuho, the foreign trade director.”
Shikiwasshocked.Hedidn’texpectthemanhimselftocome welcome them in person.
“I usually prefer to make repellant officials’ lives miserable whentheycomeandvisit,butIhavetohonorYozetsu’srequest,” Jakuho said with a cheerful laugh.
It was impossible to tell whether the man was joking or serious. He spoke in a frank manner, but the look in his eyes seemed like he wasshrewdlytryingtosizeupShikiandSenri.Hisbodymovedas skillfully as a seasoned martial artist, but he didn’t have the air of a military official or a public functionary. Shiki found it impossible to deduce what kind of career trajectory led Jakuho to this point.
“I’ve known Yozetsu for years. I owe him quite a lot. Take a look over there…” Jakuho pointed across the beach. There was a pine grove in the distance, and the sandy coastline appeared to stretch on further past it. “Once upon a time, a salt merchant tried to set upsomesaltpansthere.Theytooktheshorefromthefisherman. For decades, the people fought over what they wanted this coastline to be used for—fishing, salt production, or as a dock. When the fishermen were no longer able to fish here, it was impossible for them to make a living from their trade. Do you know what they turned into instead?”
“Piracy?”Shikianswered.
Jakuho looked impressed. “Correct. The fishermen became pirates and attacked the trade ships that were sailing in the area. The authorities tried to crack down on it, but it was a useless game of cat and mouse. Then, Yozetsu, who came to the island for trading purposes, managed to talk to that salt merchant who bought up the beach and convinced him to pull out. The pirates took their beach back and were able to become fishermen again.” Jakuho cracked a smile. “That’s why I owe so much to him.”
Shiki stared at the expression on Jakuho’s face. “Does that mean…that you were a pirate too?”
“Oh, didYozetsutellyouthatalready?Iwasthechiefpirate,infact,”Jakuhocasuallyadmitted.
Shiki was taken aback.
“Once we went back to being fishermen, it became my duty to negotiate with public functionaries,” Jakuho explained. “We hadaratherlargedispute,Icantellyouthatmuch…HisMajesty musthavegottenwindofitbecausehethenappointedmetothe roleofforeigntradedirector.Strangethingsdohappennowand then, you know.”
Jakuho laughed. It was a sunny, cheerful sound, which seemed to fit the temperate island atmosphere.
Thisharborwherethepassengerboatsdockedwasfilledwith peoplewholookedliketheisland’sresidents.Althoughtheywere dressed fairly similarly to commoners in the imperial capital— mainly wearing short, white hemp robes with pants—they did seem to be more lightly dressed, which was likely due to the disparity in climate.
“I take it you were born and raised here on Je Island, then?” asked Senri. He had been examining his surroundings with great interest during Jakuho’s explanation.
“I am, yes.”
“Do you knowalotabout the folktales that peopletell around here?”
Struggling to discern what Senri’s intentions were, Jakuho tiltedhisheadtooneside.“That’satrickyquestion,”hesaid. “I wouldn’t say I’m especially knowledgeable…”
“In particular, I want to know more about the volcano at thebottom of the sea near Je Island.”
“Well, well!” Jakuho’s eyes widened. “The underwater volcano, you say?”
“I want to know whether it really diderupt in the distantpast—and if it did, I want to find out where,” explained Senri.
“Ahh,sothat’swhyyouaskedmeaboutfolktales.Youwantto see if there are any legends that could offer you some clues.”
“That’s correct.”
“Butyou’rehereonHisMajesty’sorders,aren’tyou?Whatin the world is he trying to do?” asked Jakuho.
“He’s worried whether there are any signs that it may erupt again. According to an ancient text that was recently uncovered in the imperial court, its eruption was what caused Ikahi Island to sink. When I conducted some research into folktales, it appearedtherewasanunderwatervolcanointhisvicinityaswell,so I decided to check for any signs that one may be here.”
AlthoughSenrispokeconfidently,Jakuhostilllookedperplexed.
“Youdid?AstheWinterMinister?Idon’tknowmuchabout the imperial court, but I thought the Winter Minister was the minister of worship,” he said.
“Iam,”saidSenri.“Readingancienttextsispartofmyjob,and I know more about folktales than anybody else in the imperial court. That’s what being the minister of worship entails.”
“I understand.” Jakuho scratched his neck. “I don’t know much about ancient texts and folktales, you see… But if it’s the underwater volcano you want to investigate, I should be able to help you there.”
“Really?” Senri’s eyes opened wide in astonishment.
Jakuho appeared to point even further down the beachthanhehadbefore.“There’saterrificfishingspotonthesea to the northeast. You can catch fantastic fish there. Why? Because the water there is shallower than anywhere else. Why is that? Well…”
Jakuho looked at Senri.
“Because of the underwater volcano?”
“Correct. The bottom of the sea is elevated, so it’s much less deep there. We know there’s an underwater volcano in that spot because it supposedly erupted before, but I’ve never heard of such a thing actually happening. If it did, it must have happened a long time ago. There are no coherent legends about it.”
“Is that right?” replied Senri, but his eyes were wandering through the air. It looked like he was pondering something.
Ashortwhilelater,Senridirectedhiswanderinggazetoward Jakuhoonceagain.“Foreigntradedirector,”hesaid.“Ihavea request to make of you. Please take me to the family who has beentraditionallyentrustedwiththeroleofoverseeingdivinerites.”
“Divine rites?”
“Thefamilywhohasserveddeities,receivedoracles,andhave led the island’s festivals of worship. The sort of family who’d act as the focal point of the island’s population.”
“The family of the island chief, then?” offered Jakuho.
“That, or a family that plays an assistant role to the chief, since there are often different people in charge of political affairs and worship.”
“Either way, it’ll probably be a sea merchant family you want to speak to… This island has long been led by sea merchant families instead of fishermen’s bosses. Well, I’m sure most sea merchant families started out as fishermen if you traced their heritage back far enough…”
Jakuho turned around and called over one of his inferiors who was standing behind him before turning back to Senri.
“I’ll have this fellow to take you to them. His name is Cho, and he knows a lot about the sea merchants on this island. I get him to coordinate things and manage the more tedious negotiations,sohe’sgoodatgainingtheirtrust.He’sfamiliarwithwhat’s going on behind the scenes as well.”
This public functionary named Cho was an older man in his sixties. He was even smaller than Jakuho himself and had a kind face. He didn’t appear especially quick-witted, but perhaps that was why he was so useful. People would be more likely to let things slip to an old man who seemed a bit simple.
“There’s one old sea merchant family known as the Jo family. They’ve fallen a bit in the world now, but they used to be considerably prosperous. People even say they were the former chiefs of this island,” claimed Cho. His round eyes were bleary, and his voice sounded a bit hoarse—perhaps caused by excessive alcohol consumption.
“TheJofamily…”Senrimutteredtohimself.“Oh,ofcourse.The Jo family.”
“Do you know of them?” asked Shiki.
“Yes,tosomeextent,”repliedSenriwithanod.
“As for whether or not they had anything to do with divine rites…Letmethink…”Chotiltedhisheadtooneside,appearing hesitant. “Island dwellers follow the god of the sea, but…”
“Inanycase,howaboutyoujustusethemasastartingpoint?” Jakuho suggested.
“That’s a good idea. Now then, Cho. Please show us the way.”
JakuhowassurprisedbySenri’senthusiasm.“You’veonlyjust arrived,” he countered. “How about you take a short rest?”
“Ohno,thankyou.Iwouldn’twanttoletthisopportunitygo towaste.”SenrithankedJakuhopolitely,thenhurriedChoalong. “Is it this way?” he asked as they started making their way to the Jo family residence. “Oh, that way, is it?”
There were several roads leading off from the port. Some were steep, and others were gentle, but all of these roads were narrow slopes. None of them, however, offered a clear view of what was ahead. They were more like a maze. Along the roads stoodcrowdedhousessurroundedbytile-toppedwallsmadeofpiled-up stones and hardened mud. These walls had probably been constructed to protect the homes from strong sea winds. Even as the men made their way up the street, the wind blew against them, bringing with it the salty scent of seawater.
“Are we really in that much of a rush?” Shiki called out as he attempted to keep up with Senri, who was marching on ahead.
“Idon’thavethepatiencetoloiteraround,”repliedSenri.He huffed and puffed from the uphill trek.
“Let’s take our time,” said Shiki. “The house isn’t going anywhere.” He was worried about Senri’s poor health.
“You’re very welcome to catch up with me later, if that’s how you feel,” said Senri before charging on ahead.
“Wait, that’s not what I…”
He’sunexpectedlystubborn,Shikithoughttohimself.
Shikitrudgedalongwithoutissue.Hewasaratherlargeman, and in shape as well. His legs were so strong that he didn’t even get out of breath.
By the time the group reached the Jo family’s home, Senri looked completely exhausted. His face was a worrying shade of white. Thankfully, the Jo family residence was surrounded by pine trees,providingampleshade.ShikipersuadedSenritotakearest.
“Are you all right…?” asked Shiki.
“I’m sorry,” Senri said as he leaned back against a tree trunk. “No,there’s no need to apologize…” Shiki replied. “If it reallyis that urgent, then I’m happy to act accordingly.”
Senri fell silent for a few moments. “I’m just desperate…to save one young girl,” he murmured softly. “I believe that was theprevious Winter Minister’s wish too. It’s a way to atone for the sins of all the Winter Ministers who came before me.”
“Theirsins…?”askedShiki.
“The way they forced so much suffering onto young girl after young girl for so many years, and that they believed that was the rightthingtodoforourcountry.IcarrythesinsofalltheWinter Ministers who preceded me. While the Raven Consort is alone, at the same time, she is far from isolated—for she shoulders the suffering of all the past Raven Consorts. If push came to shove, it’d only be fair for the Winter Minister to offer up his own head in place of the Raven Consort’s.”
Shiki had heard that Senri had made this same suggestion during the imperial council meeting. It was clear he hadn’tbeen bluffing.
I understand now, Shiki thought. It suddenly made more sense to him. He may have known nothing about the situation, but he could see that Senri was determined. Perhaps that was why the man was so calm about accepting whatever fate would be thrown his way.
“TheRavenConsortisasleepfornow,butI’msureshe’llwake up eventually. I’m getting ready for when that happens.”
It must have been true that the Raven Consort lost consciousness during the incident. People said she possessed mysterious powers because she was Uren Niangniang’s shrine maiden, but it seemed like she and the goddess had an even deeper connection.
Shiki paused at that. “You can explain the details to me later.Youneedtouncoversomefolktalessurroundingtheunderwater volcano as soon as you possibly can, correct?”
Senri stared at Shiki and nodded. That was all he needed to know for the time being.
“All right. Well then, let’s go.”
Senri’s complexion was looking much healthier now. Cho had been standing around aimlessly, but Shiki ushered him to move along again. The trio headed toward the gate to the Jo residence.
The head of the Jo family was a cheerless man. He was probably the same age as Senri, give or take a few years, but he was shockingly unfriendly for a sea merchant. He didn’t seem to possess any of the wisdom or nobility one would expect someone with his level of experience to have developed.
TheinsideoftheJohomewasdarkanddamp.Therewereseveralstorehousesoutside,buttheywerealllopsidedandseemingly on the brink of collapse. It didn’t look like they got much use.
Jakuho had admitted that the Jo family had gone down in the world, but Shiki didn’t expect things to be this bad. The only sea merchants Shiki knew were powerful, influential traders, so the state of things here shocked him.
“Whatisitthatyouwant?Iknowyouaskedmebeforeabout… Is this about the same issue?” the head of the Jo family said in something of a whisper.
“Before…?” Shiki repeated.
“No, this is about something else,” Senri answered the man. He turnedtoShikitogiveabriefexplanation.“HewasaskedafewquestionsaboutanecklacebelongingtotheRavenConsortashort while ago. One young girl from this family was a Raven Consort.”
“Really…?”
Senri addressed the head of the Jo family again. “Sir, we are currentlyinvestigatingfolktalesrelatedtoanunderwatervolcano located in the vicinity of Je Island. There are several such legends thatarepassedaroundhereonJeIsland—forexample,oneabout a stepmother who incurred the wrath of the god of the sea and sank to the bottom, where she then foamed at the mouth. I believe that specific story has a connection to the Jo family.”
“I see.” The head of the family was slow to react.
“Doyouknowofanyotherlocallegendsthathavetodowith the sea or the sea god?”
“Let me think…” The head of the family cocked his head, looking visibly disinterested.
“I’ve heard your family has a great deal of history.”
“It’s just an old family,” the man replied, laughing in a selfdeprecating manner. At long last, he was displaying some sort of emotion. But as he continued, his voice became listless, and his words were more of a sigh. “The story that has been passed down in our house is the one about the necklace. As the tale goes, our business gradually declined and is no longer viable. My sons ran out of patience with this house and left the island. The Jo lineage’s legacy on this island will end with me. I suppose that necklace really did bring a curse upon us.”
“If it’s the house that’s cursed, then I’m sure your sons will be successful after having left it,” Senri said offhandedly.
“Huh?” The man’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “But if there’snoonelefttoworshipatourfamilyshrine,ourfamilywill be as good as extinct…”
“The more history a family has, the more things there are to haunt them,” Senri offered. “One way to avoid that burden isto just shake yourself free.”
“Huh…”
Senri’sstraightforwardwayofputtingthingslefttheheadof the Jo family goggling in astonishment.
He hadn’t expected Senri, being the minister of worship, to assert that he simply abandon the family shrine. That was where he prayed for the souls of his ancestors, and it was considered of utmost importance for the family to continue to protect it.
“Is it imperative that people perform memorial services for their ancestors on Je Island?” Senri asked.
ThatquestionmadetheheadoftheJofamilychuckleslightly. “Well, yes… My own family may have fallen apart, but family
ties are strong on this island. There are two things we’ve held in reverencesinceancienttimes—thesoulsofourancestors,andthe god of the sea. For both sea merchants and fishermen, holding religious services for the sea god is a must.”
“There must be a family that administers those services then.Is it yours?” asked Senri.
“No. That’d be the Sho family.” “The Sho family…?”
“That family also went to ruin some time ago. Nowadays, there’sjustoneoldladylivingonherownintheirshabby,run-down old house.” The head of the family scrunched up his facelikehejustfoundastainonawhitesheet.“Shemanages tomakeendsmeetbypeddlingherquestionable‘fortune-telling’ services to people.”
“Is that so…” said Senri, leaning forward. It seemed like this had intrigued him. “Fortune-telling services, you say?”
“Hermaincustomersarethesailorsandprostitutesattheport. She’s good with words, but her fortune-telling abilities are rather dubious. She originally comes from a family of shrine maidens, but now, she’s stuck with this,” explained the Jo family head.
“Shrine maidens? In the female line?”
“Sotheysay.It’sthemenwhoinheritthehouse,buttheypick the most suitable girl in the clan to take care of religious services. Some say those girls were once revered like living gods.”
“Living gods?”
“That’s ancient history now. It wasn’t in my grandfather’s or great-grandfather’s time, but even further back than that. It was my grandfather who told me about it, but I don’t remember the story very clearly. By the time he was a just a child, the Sho lineage was no longer responsible for religious services—they were just tasked with handling smaller prayers.”
The head of the Jo family was now speaking far more smoothly than he had been when Senri and Shiki first arrived.
“On this island, there are no written records of those sorts of things,” he continued. “We rely on oral accounts. I think that’s why these stories take on lives of their own, even when they’re passed down. Sea merchants do keep some trade records, however.”
“Did your family keep any?”
“Yes—and a family tree too. This island has a long-established associationwiththelandofAke,soIbelievewe’veadoptedsome of their culture and beliefs. Isn’t that right, Cho?”
Cho was sitting in the corner of the room when the head of the Jo family called out to him. Initially, Shiki couldn’t understand why he was asking him, but once he heard Cho’s answer, it made a lot more sense.
“Yes, that’s right. Some of the customs here are similar to those back in my hometown.”
“Your hometown? Do you mean…?” Senri turned back toward Cho.
“I’m from Ake. Well, a small island off Ake, to be precise,” Cho explained.
Senri’seyessuddenlybegantoglitterwithfascination.“AsmallislandoffofAke…Tothesouth?It’sanarchipelago,isn’t it? Why did you end up here?”
Choblinked,lookingperplexed.HelookedtoShikiforhelp. “Wecanleavethatdiscussionforlater,”ShikisaidtoSenri.
“If the Sho family were the ones in charge of religious rites, then why don’t we pay them a visit?”
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” responded Senri, and he nodded obediently.“I’msurethatfamilyhassomeoralhistoriesthathave stood the test of time. Families like that are often obliged to follow established worship procedures in minute detail.”
“Iwouldn’texpecttoomuch,”theheadoftheJofamilycutin. “I doubt that old woman knows much about those kinds of things.”
“I’d suspect otherwise. Religious services are restrictive by nature—they leave a deeper legacy than you might think. It’s definitelyworthatry.”Senrigrinned.“Thankyouverymuchfor your help. I wish your family all the best.”
It was a simple farewell, but it felt like a burst of fresh air— perhaps because those words came from the Winter Minister, or just because of his friendly personality.
The Jo family’s patriarch gave him a faint smile back—and as he did so, the shadowy room seemed to brighten up to some degree.
The Sho family home was located on a rise overlooking the entire port. It was undoubtedly an impressive residence in its prime, but now, it was no more than a dilapidated hovel that looked far from livable. Its roof was sloped, and its wooden walls splintered. There were no doors, and its pillars were rotting.
Cho walked past the decaying house and headed around the back.Ashingle-roofedhutstoodtherewithastrawcurtainhanging at its entrance.
“Areyouthere,ma’am?”hecalledout.
“Is that you, Cho? What’s the problem?” came a reluctant voice from inside.
“You’vegota visitor.Two bigshotsfrom theimperial capital.”
“Bigshots”isbitofanoverstatement,thoughtShikiashewaited for the old woman’s response.
“Theimperialcapital…?”Shepokedherheadoutfrombehind thestrawcurtain.Withdeep,creasedwrinklesnearlyobscuringhereyes,thewoman had an eccentriclooktoher.Herdry, white hair was tied back, and she wore a necklace of shells and animal fangs around her neck.
“Youdon’twantmetotellyourfortuneforyou,doyou?”she asked, staring suspiciously at Shiki and Senri.
Her gaze then settled on Shiki’s arm. “I don’t do exorcisms, you know,” she added, startling him, and prompting the man to clutch onto his sleeve. Could she see his sister’s hand?
Chowaved his hand in front of his face dismissively. “They’renothereforfortunesoranexorcism!Theywanttoaskyouabout old folktales.”
“Folktales?” The old woman looked even more suspicious now. “Whyever would you want to do that?”
“We’re investigating the legend of the underwater volcano,” Senri said, taking a step toward her.
The old woman looked up at him. “The underwater volcano…” “Yes—tobespecific,whetheranythinghappenedonthisisland roughly a thousand years ago in connection to it.” The woman’s eyes opened wider at that.
“You know something, don’t you?” Senri’s tone of voice was calm and unruffled.
The woman glared at him. “What are you going to do with this information?”
“I’m going to use it to save a young girl.”
The woman was dumbfounded. Once she realized Senriwas serious and not just making a joke, she relaxed her brow, relieved.
“I still can’t understand what this is all about, but I can share a folktale or two, at least,” she said. “If you can tolerate a dirty home, then come on in.”
As soon as they went inside, it became apparent that “dirty” wasn’t an exaggeration. The small room had nothing but straw mats covering its earthen floor, and even those were blackened with mold. There was a water jug and an iron pot sitting nearby, alongside several baskets containing leaves, roots, and what looked like dried wood. There were also many bundles of plants and branches hanging from ropes suspended from the beams overhead. A strange medicinal smell was in the air—presumably coming from those.
Senri looked around the room. “These are medicinal plants for herbal remedies—licorice, gardenia fruit, and peppermint leaves…Did you pick them yourself? That must have been hard work.” He probably recognized the plants so quickly because of his own health issues.
“Ibuythemfromseasparrows.It’dbetoughformetoventure into the mountains at my age.”
“Oh,isthatright?Istillhaven’tmetanyseasparrows,” he commented.
“On this island, they take residence in caves when they come ashore. If you’d like to meet them, you should.”
Once again, Senri’s insatiable fascination with an endless amount of topics had caused him to veer off topic.
“Never mind that,” interrupted Shiki. “What about the underwater volcano?”
“Ohyes,let’sstartwiththat,”saidSenri,notevenflinchingas he sat down on one of the moldy mats.
Shiki lowered himself beside him, and upon seeing that, the old woman seated herself opposite them. She held onto a nearby jug for support as she wearily lowered herself to the floor, most likely because she had bad knees. Cho stood near the entrance, looking bored.
“TheysaythattheSholineagedescendedfromtheseagod,”the old woman began, fiddling with her necklace of shells and fangs.
Shethenclosedhereyes,asifattemptingtorecallthedistant past.
“A long, long time ago, we presided over divine rites as thesea god’s oracles and assisted the island’s rulers. We did that for generations. This is a trading island, so it’s essential that people can travel safely by sea. We’re superstitious people, so that’s why we pray to the sea god. Anyway, the family that conducted divine rituals was highly esteemed. On the other hand, ill-fated families were shunned. Just look at the Jo lineage, for example. They kept a stone that was meant to be offered up to the sea god and incurred the god’s rage. Their family was hit by disaster after disaster, and at that point, everyone stopped associating with them. They were made into social outcasts, and things gradually began to fall apart for them. That family should have abandoned this island and left right away.”
The old woman paused there. She reached for a fang on her necklace and stroked it.
“Did the same happen to your family?” Senri asked.
Theoldwomanswiftlylookedupathim.
“Yes. We enraged the sea god and were barred from conducting rituals. That would have been in my great-great-great-great grandmother’sgeneration,orthereabouts.Onegirlfromourclan eloped with a foreign sea merchant, killed the local merchant she was engaged to, and fled—and that was that. She’d already got her ancestors’ approval to marry that man, after all. There are rituals for that.”
“We have those sorts of rituals in the imperial capital as well. We predict the auspiciousness of a marriage in the presence of ancestral spirits.”
“Exactly,”shesaid.“WhenIsayshegotherancestors’approval, what I mean is that she predicted how the marriage was going to play out. Calling it off at that point is an insult to your ancestors andisblasphemoustowardtheseagod.Blasphemytendstocarry a heavier punishment than murder—at least it does on this island. But that’s how our family met our downfall. Until that point, we were revered as living gods. In fact, the underwater volcano you’re so intrigued by is what gave us such a status in the first place.”
Stunned,Senrileanedincloser.“Please,docontinue,”hesaid. “It’snot a story worth making a fuss about, mind you. Around
a thousand years ago, a girl from my family managed to calm the underwater volcano. That’s why we started being referred to as living gods.”
“She calmed it…? Had it erupted?” he asked.
“That’sright.Offtheshoreofthisisland,avolcanoliesatthe bottomofthesea.Allofasudden,blackwaterstartedgushingoutfromthesea—highintotheskylikeamountain—anda cascade of pebbles pelted down on the surrounding area. The seawater came to a boil and stones bounced on the sea’s surface. After the turbid water spouted out, vapor rose into the air, and the area was enshrouded in mist for three days and three nights. The volcano continued to erupt at intervals, filling the area with a peculiar stench. Red stones covered the water’s surface, andthe sea grew murky. Clouds gathered and hung over the volcanic smoke, and the island was enveloped in darkness, day and night. Then, the girl—a shrine maiden—prayed to the sea god forhelp and successfully quelled the volcano. The fishermen, who hadn’t been able to go out and fish, as well as the sea merchants who hadn’t been able to sail, were over the moon. The girl was deified and swamped with offerings and donations, even long after the issue was dealt with. From then on, this family’s shrine maidens were treated with great respect—or at least, until that elopement.”
Thelastfewwordsthattheoldwomanutteredwereteeming with resentment.
“She betrayed this island. Its people turned on the Sho family overnight and persecuted us. People even started questioning whether the underwater volcano ever erupted at all, claiming that it was all a lie and the whole thing never happened. By that time,therewasnobodyleftwhowitnesseditwiththeirowneyes, sotherewasnowaytoargueotherwise.That’swhythepeoplewho live here today know nothing about the eruption. Even I, as I tell this story, am not entirely certain what’s true and what’s not.”
The old lady hung her head and fidgeted with her necklace using her fingertips.
“No, there must have been an eruption,” said Senri. “That’s the reason everybody knows that there’s a volcano there in the first place. There are still several legends circulating about it.”
“Isthatright?”Thewomanlookedupathimwithhernarrow eyes and blinked. “I’ll take your word for that. You’re a big shot from the imperial capital, after all.”
“Whether I’m a big shot or not depends on your perspective, but…”
“What?”
“I don’t have any authority, so I’m of no use to anybody who wants me to use my influence to assist them,” Senri admitted.
The old woman chuckled. “That only makes you more trustworthy in my eyes.”
Senrismiledather.Shikisimplywatchedoninstunnedsilence.
This man truly is one of a kind, he thought.
Whether it was the head of the Jo family or this eccentric old woman, Senri had a gift for putting people at ease. He didn’t coerce them into opening up to him—instead, he coaxed their walls into dissolving like snow slowly melting in the sun, and they willingly opened their hearts to him.
No wonder His Majesty puts such trust in him.
Once the woman had stopped laughing, her face suddenly turnedserious.“I’monlysayingthisbecauseit’syou,andnobody else would ever believe me, but…”
“What isit?”
“Lately, the waters have been getting rougher. Many boats are delaying their departures from the port. More sailors are soliciting my fortune-telling services and buying medicines from me in order to stave off their boredom than usual. I’m very grateful for the business, but…”
“Doyouhaveanyideawhythewaveshavegottenlikethat?”
The old woman lowered her gaze as she diffidently fidgeted with her necklace. “It usually indicates that the sea god is onthe rampage.”
“The sea god?” he asked.
“I’m still a shrine maiden—even if I am a poor excuse for one. Icanfeelthesethings.It’sterrifying.I’dprefertobelievethatthis isn’tanomenofanimpendingcatastrophe,butthatpossibilityis still playing on my mind… I’m scared.”
The old woman’s voice was almost a whisper as she made her confession. She was clutching onto her necklace for dear life.
“What did you make of that?” Shiki asked Senri as they walked out of the gate to the Sho family abode. He was referring to the old lady’s comment about the sea god being on the rampage.
Senri appeared to think to himself for a while, staring up into space, but he never actually answered.
Shiki decided to pose a question to Cho instead. “Is the sea really that rough?”
“Well, yes,” Cho said, stroking his lightly bearded chin. “I have noticed how much choppier it’s become as of late. I can understand where the old lady’s coming from. I get the feeling that theseagodisgoingwildtoo.Idon’tknowifit’sasignthatsomething bad is going to happen though…”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were a shrine maiden as well!” Shiki commented jokingly.
Chodidn’tlaugh.“Iwasaseafaringmourner.” “A what?”
“An oracle for sea voyages,” explained Senri, turning his head. “It’s a custom over in Ake. Whenever they go out to sea, they must always be accompanied by one man whom they force tolivelikeamourner.Thismandoesn’tcombhishairorridit oflice,andheallowshisclothestobecomesoiledwithdirt. He’s not allowed to consume meat, nor is he permitted to gonearwomen.Thatmaniscalleda‘seafaringmourner’since he dresses like and resembles one. If the voyage goes well, the seafaring mourner is rewarded—but if they encounter difficulty, he’s killed.”
“What?!” Shiki was shocked. They kill him? How disturbing.
“It’s a way of offering prayers to the god,” Senri explained further. “The man would humble himself like a mourner and pray for the safety of the voyage. If they found themselves in danger, the seafaring mourner would be killed for not showing enough restraint.”
“I always exercised plenty of restraint,” said Cho, “but once, our boat found itself in a storm, and I was almost killed. Not wanting to be murdered, I jumped into the water. It’s better to die in the sea than be slain by another’s blade. I’m a seaman, so if I’m going to die anywhere, I’d prefer it to be in the sea.”
“But you survived, didn’t you?” asked Shiki, before realizing how redundant this question was—the man in question was standing right in front of him.
“I did. I washed up here and the islanders came and nursed mebacktohealth.Theseamerchantsfoundmeextremelyuseful since I could understand the language of Ake.” Suddenly, Cho appeared to remember something. “That reminds me…”
“What is it?” Senri asked.
“There’s a beach where people tend to get washed up. It’s where I was found too. It just so happens that the sea currents carry people there. Of course, it’s not just humans that get washed ashore, but also other things too, like bits of wood from shipwrecked boats or discarded containers. The dead as well.”
People who fell out of boats and drowned, people who were overwhelmed by waves while fishing, people who threw themselves off headlands—according to Cho, their bodies washed up on that very same shore.
“Butrecently,there’sbeenacompletelackofcorpsesdrifting onto the beach.”
“Isn’t that just because nobody has died?”
“No. It wasn’t just human bodies that washed ashore, but different fish as well—deep-sea fish and big sharks from faraway shores. Nowadays, you don’t even see any of them. It’s all very peculiar,” Cho said.
“Could it be because the sea currents have changed?” Senri contemplatively placed his fingers on his chin.
“Ifthat was the reason, thennothing would be washing ashorewhatsoever—but pieces of wood and bowls and such show up, just as they always have. There’s been no change there.”
“I see…” Senri pondered this for a short while before swiftly lookingoveratCho.“I’dliketoseetheareawheretheunderwater volcanolies.DoyouknowanywherethatIcouldgetagoodview of it from?”
“The headland ahead of us should be a good spot for that.” “Could I ask you to take us there?”
“It’d be my pleasure,” responded Cho as he began to walk ahead.
TherewasasingularroadleadingfromthehillwheretheSho family home stood on the headland, so it didn’t seem like it would take long to get there. The narrow road took the men throughathickforest.Whentheycameoutontheotherside,theyfeltthe sea breeze blowing against their skin. The waves sounded much louder here, and there was a large expanse stretching out in front of them. They were now standing on top of a rugged, rocky headland.
“It’s around there,” said Cho, pointing out to shore.
Shiki, however, couldn’t tell how the area he was pointing at differed from the sea surrounding it. It wasn’t as if the water was adifferentcolor,andthecurrentdidn’tlookanydifferenteither. “Youwouldn’tknowjustbylookingatit,”saidSenri.Itseemed
like he was thinking the same thing.
“At dawn, fishing boats gather there—so you’d be able to tell then,” Cho explained.
“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of their fishing, so could you take me out there during the daytime?”
“Overthere?”Choaskedquestioningly. “Yes,” Senri replied with a nod.
“I’d be happy to, but…unless you dive underwater, you won’t see any more than what you can see from right here.”
“That’sallright.I’mjustobligedtocheckeverythingproperly,” replied Senri.
“Well,I can’t say I envy you.”
Shiki listened to the two of them chatting behind him as he stared down at the view beneath the headland. Below them was abeachwherehecouldseechildrenpickingupshells.Theywere mostly boys, but there were some girls too. With them was one lone man.
Shikigraspedontohisarm.Hecouldsensehisyoungersister behind him, pulling at his sleeve.
…Hakurai.
The man on the beach was, without a shadow of a doubt, Hakurai—the main reason his sister had been killed, and Shiki’s archenemy. His arms shook.
“Cho,sir…”Shikibegan,pointeddownatthebeach.“Arethey local to this island?”
“Hmm? Who? Oh, them? They’re sea swallows. They live in the nearby caves, like the old lady from the Sho family said. That’s only at this time of year though. They don’t stay in one place for very long, after all.”
“Will they stay here for a while?”
“Untilthebeginningofspring,Iexpect.” “I see,” said Shiki, clutching at his sleeve.
“Do you need to speak to them about something? I can take you down there if you’d like.”
“No,there’snoneedforthat.”Shikirepliedinsuchasternand serious voice that it left Cho looking visibly startled. Noticing this, Shiki reiterated himself in a much gentler manner. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Really, it’s fine.”
Suddenly, Senri sneezed. “It really is chilly up here, isn’t it?”
The headland provided no barrier against the wind and was fully exposed to the elements.
Cho looked worried. “It’s not good to stay out here in the wind.Iknowahousewhereyoucouldstopforarest.”Itwas a common belief that illnesses were carried by the wind.
“A house?” Shiki repeated.
“Jakuho’shouse.I’msurehe’sputpreparationsinplacesothat you are able to stay there.”
“Thatwouldbewonderful.”
The three of them left the headland behind and decided to go back in the direction of the port, near to which Jakuho’s residence was located.
Just before they went into the forest again, Shiki turned toward the headland one more time—but all he could see was the blue sky stretching out above him.
When they reached Jakuho’s house, Senri barely wasted any timerestingandbeganwritingsomelettersinstead.Hewrote a report to Koshun as well as a letter to Jusetsu—even if, as far as he knew, she was still asleep.
“It’s best that I keep His Majesty regularly updated,” he said. “AndIknowtheRavenConsortwon’tbeabletoreadit,butstill.” “Youneverknow.Shemighthavewokenupbynow,”saidShiki.
Senri laughed. Hearing Shiki say it made it feel like it could be true.
ShikineededtowriteareportforKoshunaswell.He took a brush and an inkstone out of the writing bag he carried with him.
The room that Jakuho had prepared for him to stay in was spacious and bright. Homes on Je Island had raised floors, presumably to keep the humidity out, and were made out of locally sourcedcedar.Thewindowsanddoorswerelarge,whichkeptthe houses well ventilated. Just like the other houses here, Jakuho’s home was surrounded by tile-topped walls intended to protectit against the wind, but it wasn’t a noticeably luxurious property. There were no expensive furnishings—in fact, it was extremely plain inside. It was strikingly clear that Jakuho hadn’t been using his power to line his own pockets. The port was well-organized, and there was no sign of discontent among the population. The islandwasfulloflife.Thatsaid,Shikionlyarrivedearlierthatday, so he was sure there were many sides to it he was still yet to see.
Shiki picked up his brush. I need to tell him I saw Hakurai.
Why was that man, of all people, on this island? I’d preferto believe that nothing bad is going to come of this, he thought to himself—but upon realizing how similar that was to what the old lady from the Sho family said earlier, the bad feeling he had only intensified.
“Doyougettheimpressionthatsomesortofdisasterisgoing to unfold here?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t know,” Senri answered bluntly. “But the fact remains that there’s something unusual happening in the sea. We need to keep that in mind.”
Theseahadgottenrougher,andbodieshadstoppedwashing up on the shore. These weren’t vague premonitions—they were facts. Senri made a proper distinction between the two.
“GoingbythestorythattheShowomanshared,theunderwater volcano did erupt a thousand years ago—which also happens to be when Ikahi Island sank because of an eruption.”
“Bothofthoseeventsoccurredathousandyearsago?” Shiki asked.
“What else do you think happened one thousand years ago?” “Well…”Shikitiltedhisheadtoonesideincontemplation.
“That was right in the middle of the war years…”
“That’s right.” Senri had a faint smile on his face as he nodded. He seemed to enjoy these sorts of discussions. “It wasn’tjust the people who were at war with each other. The gods were as well.”
“What?”
“Uren Niangniang and the ao god went to war against one other. The ferocity of that battle caused an eruption on Ikahi Island. The ao god sank in the western sea, and part of Uren Niangniang sank in the eastern sea—the sea that surrounds this island.Tobemorespecific,themissingpartofUrenNiangniang is thought to be near the underwater volcano.”
Shiki was stunned by what Senri was telling him, but at the same time, he didn’t find it that shocking. Senri was the Winter Minister, after all.
“We suspect that some sort of disaster may have occurred beforeUrenNiangniang’smissingpartevensank,”Senricontinued. “There are several legends thought to be about the underwater volcano on Je Island that suggest an eruption a thousand years ago.There’sahighlikelihoodthatthisiswherehermissing part sank.”
“In other words…you’re searching for the missing half of Uren Niangniang?”
“Exactly.”
“But why?” asked Shiki.
“So that we can save the Raven Consort.”
So that’s why we’re here, thought Shiki—but he still didn’t understand how finding the missing part of Uren Niangniang was going to save Jusetsu. Even so, he could now see the correlation between Senri’s goal and his actions.
“Only the Raven Consort can tell whether it’s definitely there. The Raven Consort will need to come here herself, but we can’t just call her here right away—I must ensure it’s safe for her first. That’s another reason why the irregularities in the sea are concerning.”
“Then we need to find out more about those irregularities,” said Shiki.
Senristaredintentlyathim. “What is it?” Shiki asked.
“Nothing… It’s just…you’re very quick to understand things and adapt to them. You always know what to prioritize. It’s immensely helpful.”
“That’s not true.”
Senri’scomplimentsmadeShikifeeluneasy.Helookeddown at his hands. When he noticed the pale hand clutching onto his sleeve, it startled him.
Shiki averted his gaze. “There’s one thing I want to ask you about, since you’re the Winter Minister…”
“Yes?” Senri cocked his head, but swiftly straightened out his posture upon seeing how solemn Shiki was acting. “Go ahead.”
“I asked the Raven Consort’s help with this some time ago, butI’mbeinghauntedbytheghostofmylittlesister.Weweren’t related by blood, but she was still my sister. She was murdered, and the people who killed her were executed, but the personwho drove them to do it is continuing to live his life unpunished. I hate him and want to get revenge—but my little sister’s ghost doesn’t want me to. The Raven Consort says it’s my fault she can’t go on to paradise as my hatred is holding her back. Do you think I should give up on getting my revenge? Do I have to stop resenting him?”
Shiki’svoicegrewincreasinglyimpassionedashespoke.The image of that man below the headland flickered through his mind. I should have just run up to him, he thought—but at the same time, he didn’t want to cause his sister any more pain.
Senri stayed silent for quite some time. Eventually, though, he began to speak.
“First of all,” he said, “unlike the Raven Consort, I don’t know anything about ghosts. I can’t see them, and I can’t exorcise them either.”
Shiki was somewhat disappointed that this was his longawaited answer. “Right.”
“IcanonlygooffwhattheRavenConsortherselfsays,”Senri said.“Ifyouwanttosendyouryoungsistertoparadise,youmust stopresentingthatman.Ifyouholdontoyourhatred,thatwillbe impossible. Those are the only two choices you have. That being said,whetheryouhatesomebodyisn’tarationalchoice.Youcan suppress hatred with reason, but you cannot destroy it.”
“I understand…”
Senricontinued.“Revenge,incontrasttohatred,isanaction. Althoughyoucanmakearationaldecisionaboutwhethertopursue it, the connection between the two is so strong that reason may fail when you are actually faced with the person you loathe. Tosumitup,it’snotamatterofwhetheryoushouldabandonthe idea of revenge or stop hating that man. This issue is far more difficult than that. You know that full well—you know what you should do, and yet you still can’t bring yourself to do it.”
Shiki took a deep breath in, then let it out. It was all so clear now—Senri had hit the nail on the head.
“Theonlythingyoucandoisacceptyourfate.” “My fate?” Shiki asked.
“Accept the fact that you won’t be able to send your sister to paradise.Notonlyareyouunabletoletgoofyourhatred,butyou will continue to suffer as a result.”
Shiki held onto his arm. Could he really accept that? His sister would be tied down forever.
“Ifyoudon’tmentallyprepareyourselfforthat,youwon’tbe able to act when it really matters.”
Coming from Senri, these words had some credibility to them. This was the man who was willing to surrender his own head for the sake of Jusetsu.
Shiki let out a small laugh. “Are you encouraging me to get my revenge?”
“I’m not encouraging it…” said Senri, a sad smile coming to his face, “but I know someone who stuck to his own volition, despite knowing they were on the wrong path—and ended up taking his own life as a result.”
Shiki looked at Senri, taken aback.
“If you’re going to follow your own will, then you need to be prepared for the consequences,” he added.
Senri then gave Shiki a very calm smile—one that left Shiki feeling so ashamed that he lowered his head in embarrassment.
***
Once she finished reading Senri’s letter, Jusetsu spent some time thinking.
I knew Je Island would offer us some answers.
According to the thousand-year-old legend, it was a reasonable assumption that area was where the missing part of the Raven was.
Still, Jusetsu was intrigued by the strange things happening at sea. What could the rough waters mean?
Jusetsu thought back on her conversation with the Raven.
During the battle one thousand years ago, the Raven had angered the gods of the Palace of Paradise by encroaching on its territory. Apparently, Je Island was on the border of that forbidden region.
Afterspendingsometimeconsideringthisinsilence,Jusetsu got up and fetched some hemp paper from her cabinet.
“Areyouwritingaletter?”askedJiujiu.Shedelightedlybegan preparing the inkstone and ink for her.
Jusetsu needed to tell Senri that Je Island was on that boundary. Perhaps the sea god the people of Je Island believed in was from the Palace of Paradise. If the sea god were on the rampage now, could it have been because its territory was under attack— just like it had been one thousand years earlier?
I have a bad feeling about this.
Senri said in his letter that he was planning on taking a look attheareasurroundingtheunderwatervolcanobyboat.IfJusetsu had been there, she would have stopped him.
Even if a particularly speedy messenger could deliver the letter to him, it still wouldn’t reach him right away. Letters from Senri could take days to reach her under normal circumstances. Jusetsu couldn’t help but worry what Senri might be doing right at that moment.
“Aletterwon’tgettherefastenough.”
Jusetsu cast her brush aside. “Send a messenger to Koshun,” she said. “I’m going to Je Island.”
***
Ittooktwodaysforthewavestocalmdownenoughfor a small boat to safely set sail. By the afternoon of the third day, the winds had become gentle, and the waves were much smaller. The clouds that had been covering the sky had also cleared up.
At long last, Cho was finally able to row Shiki and Senri out to sea. Swaying back and forth on the water, Shiki gazed out at the water. It looked so different depending on whether it was rough or whether it was calm.
“The warm tide coming from the south flows along the west sideofthisisland,anditcontinuesthroughtothenorthernside… or rather, it goes through here before meeting the sea currents from Ake out at sea. When they meet, the tide turns southward. It’s as if Je Island is surrounded by warm tides,” said Cho as he rowed the boat with his oars. The sound of the waves crashing against the boat complemented his raspy voice peculiarly well.
“That must be why the island is so warm, even in the winter,” commented Senri. The climate here made more sense to him now.
“Yes, that’s right. It’s thanks to those tides that our island is so warm. It’s the winds that carry the tides. They can bring good things, but also things that aren’t so good.”
Shiki, to whom it had never occurred that the warm climate and the currents could be related, found this fascinating.
Cho, a self-proclaimed seaman, livened up once they were outatsea,andbecomemoretalkativetoo.Itseemedlikeheknew everything there was to know about the water.
“The winds are created at the Secluded Palace and the Palace of Paradise. These winds that form at the divine palaces turn,entwine, and eventually find their way back there,” he explained. Thewindwaswhatcausedthesea’swaterstomove.Nomatter whether it was summer or winter, the wind ruled over the sea asit circled around and around in its majestic cycle.
Shiki glanced at Senri, who was playing with a pebble he picked up at the beach. Even from a short distance away, it was easy to tell the man had a cheerful smile on his face. The news he received from Koshun two days previous had really lifted his spirits—Jusetsu was awake.
“What’s that stone?” Shiki asked.
“Justa lightpumice stone,”he answered.
Senrithenpassedthered-brown,persimmon-coloredstone— which had tiny holes all over it—to Shiki. True enough, it was extremely light.
“Thesefeaturedinthestorythat oldladyshared,didn’tthey? She talked about red stones covering the water’s surface—light stones that flew about when the volcano erupted. Did they end up drifting ashore?”
ThisseemedtobackupSho’sstory.
“All sorts of pumice stones washed up on the beach—stones ofall different sizes. Some were white, some were black, and others morecolorful,”Chosaid.“Ifyoudolookintoitmore,youshould be able to find lots of proof that the eruption really happened.”
“Really? Howfascinating.”
Shikiheldontotheedgeasthesmallboatswayedfromsideto side. Then, all of a sudden, the rowing stopped. He glanced up to find Cho staring ahead with a frown on his face.
“Issomethingthematter?”Shikiasked. “What’s that?” responded Cho.
“Reiko, sir… Look.” Senri’s voice was shrill, and he pointed ahead.ItwasthefirsttimeShikihadeverheardhimsound so tense.
Senri pointed ahead as well, and Shiki followed his finger and looked carefully at the water’s surface. This part of the sea appeared to have a slightly different hue than the water that surrounded it. It was a pale, brownish-yellow color, and almost looked murky.
Murky water.
Hadn’ttheyheardsomethingaboutthatrecently?Intheold lady’s story?
BeforeShikicouldshouttoChotobringtheboatbacktothe shore, the worst happened.
A bloodcurdling roar echoed through the air, and at that very same moment, black seawater burst right up into the sky.In fact, it looked more like a cluster of clouds than water. It started spouting up all around them. The whole area lookedlikelittleblackballswerebeingscatteredaround.Themenheard a dull thud nearby—there was now a hole in the bottom of their boat.
It’s raining stones.
TheblooddrainedfromShiki’sface.Hedidn’tevenhavetime toconsiderdivingintotheseabeforehighwaveslifteduptheboat and flipped it over. The three men were thrown out into the water. Seawater flooded into their open mouths.
Shikiwrithedabout.Allhecouldseewasdarkness.Henever knew it was so dark beneath the waves.
Itwas painful.
There was no use in struggling—all he did was push around the seawater that was overwhelming him. It didn’t take long for him to lose consciousness.
***
Hakurai had never seen anything like it in his life. He stood ontheheadland,gazingoutattheseainastonishment.Heheard a roar, and in the next instant, dark water started spouting up from the water’s surface.
Is this an eruption?
Unsurprisingly pale, Hakurai hurried down toward the beach. He doubted that Ishiha and Ayura had gone out to sea, but the thought still sent cold sweat running down his spine. When he got there, he found the two of them staring at the eruption from the shore, mouths agape. A wave of relief came over him.
Has the ao god done something?
He knew that the god had been devouring the corpses of the deadasoflate.He’dbeeneatingbodiesthatwereadriftinthesea tohealhiswounds.Becauseofthat,thedeadweren’twashingup on this beach anymore.
Wasthisrelated?Orwasthisacompletelydifferentphenomenon?
Natari and the other sea swallows began to gather. This particularbeachwasn’tusedbytheisland’sresidents,whichwaswhy they were able to stay there. It didn’t seem like any islanders were goingtoturnupnoweither.Theywereprobablyatotherbeaches or ports, kicking up a big fuss.
The group spent some time just standing there, gazing at the eruption from a distance. It cycled between periods of increased ferocity and subdued lulls, but it showed no signs of abating. Beforelong,amassoflowcloudsaccumulatedaboveit.Astrange tepid breeze was blowing through the air. The bizarre sight left everyone speechless.
Suddenly, Hakurai felt a single gust that was unlike the wind that the sea was sending in his direction. This one wasthinandrefreshing—butheknewagustlikethatwasnever a good sign.
This breeze had come from the rocky cliff. He looked over toit,andamongtherocks,hecouldseeapalehand.Hegot a glimpse of a pale-yellow sleeve with an intricate flower pattern printed. It looked like the hand of a young woman—although it was obviously not that of a living person.
The pale hand was beckoning him over. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve ignored it, but on this occasion, he found himself instinctively beginning to walk over.
Thehandpointedtowardthewater.Therewasariffleinfront of a rocky area on the shore. Seaweed and other debris often became entangled with the rocks, and fish would get left behind in thatshallowareaatlowtide.Hakurailookedattheareathehand waspointingto.There,hecouldseeapersonfloatingonthewater, swaying from side to side. In fact, there were three of them.
They must be fishermen who got caught up in the eruptionand got washed up on the shore, Hakurai initially thought—but when he saw what they were wearing, he realized he was wrong. One of them looked like a local, but the other two were dressed like imperial officials, or something along those lines. One of them looked familiar too. He felt he had seen him before—in Ga Province, perhaps?
Before he knew it, the pale hand was gone.
Ishiha had followed Hakurai there and took a peek at the riffle the man was watching. “There are people there!” he shouted.
Theothersea swallowsran overto thearea. Theywaded intothewaterwithnohesitationwhatsoeverandwentstraighttothe three men who washed ashore.
“They’re still breathing,” one person said. That came as no surprise—iftheyweredead,theaogodwouldhaveeatenthemalready.
The waves lashed against Hakurai’s feet. There was something else stuck in the rocks. At first, he thought it was some wood from a boat—but it couldn’t have been.
It was black. A black sword.
Hakurai picked it up—and at that exact moment, he heard water violently erupt from the sea again.
Chapter 4: Blood Chains
THE LANDofGaProvincewasawe-inspiringandbrimming with life.
The river that traversed down into the plains from the high, rugged mountains had caused floods on countless occasions in the past, and each and every time, it had left the soil even richer than it had been before. Even during long, dry stretches of hot weather, its water never dried up, and all the plants—whether theybericeormulberry—continuedtothrive.Shinbelievedthat the soil here was the most fertile in all of Sho.
Shin got out of the boat and set foot in his home region for the first time in what felt like forever. The mountaintops far off in the distance were covered in snow. Fields filled with crops covered the plains, and settlements where people lived sat at the foot of the mountains.
There was a wide, sturdy road leading from the port to the area that had been constructed back when the Saname family ruled over the area. They’d dug down into the soil, laid out small stones, tamped down the ground, and then heaped up layers of sand to stop the road from getting muddy. Then, they’d covered the moist surface with twigs and leaves before heaping soil on top.
This prevented the ground from getting waterlogged or eroding from rain or underground moisture. No matter whether it was silkworm farming, regular agriculture, or building that road, the Saname family were masters at the art of coming up with ingenious solutions to improve things.
Every time Shin stepped onto that road, he felt proud. There were many other people taking the same route, but each and every oneofthembowedandsaidhellowhentheysawhim.Evennow, the Saname family were treated as the rulers of the land.
The Saname family residence stood on a hill a short distance away from the other settlements. Shin could already see its remarkably large gate. The yellowish-brown mud walls glistened like gold in the sun.
Instead of going in that direction, however, Shin went down a side road. A gentle, hilly area that was covered in mulberry fields stretchedbeforehiseyes.Unsurprisinglyforthetimeofyear,the mulberry plants had dropped their leaves. Although the region enjoyed a temperate climate, it still experienced four distinct seasons, and the winters were reasonably chilly.
The hill led to one particular mountain that hovered above the harbor, and Shin began to climb the mountain path. Before long, he could see things that were hidden from view just moments earlier. A small house appeared from among the trees. It wasaratheruniquebuildingwithathatchedroofandanintricate lattice window and a peephole on its door. The house was circled by a brushwood fence, but it was falling apart in places and had several holes—likely damage caused by wild animals.
Shin could hear weaving coming from the house. It was a light, rhythmical sound—one that he had loved ever since he was a young child. He wanted so much for the sound to continue that he hesitatedtocalltothepersoninside—butafterhe’dbeenstanding there for a few moments, the weaving sound halted, nonetheless.
Anoldwomanappearedfrominsidethehouse.“Iknewithad to be you, young master,” she said, smiling merrily at him, “I can tell I’ve got visitors because I can hear their footsteps against the dry leaves—and only you would be as polite as to wait before calling out to me.”
“That’s very perceptive of you.”
Shin gave the old lady a friendly smile back. Her name was Kansa, and she had been Shin’s mother’s wet nurse. Kansa came to the Saname family at the same time his mother had married into it, and she had retired to this home after his mother died, after Banka was born. The house itself had been given to his mother as a place for her to recuperate.
Shin had more of a bond with Kansa than he had with his own mother and his own wet nurse—and they were still just as close.
“I hear you’ve been in the imperial capital. When did you make it back?” she asked.
“Just a few moments ago.”
“Iassumeyouhaven’tseenChoyoyet,then.” “I’ll go see him next,” Shin answered.
“It’s very wayward of you, coming to visit an old hag like me beforeseeingyourownfather,”saidKansa,butshemadenoeffort to send Shin on his way—in fact, she invited him inside.
The loom stood right in the entrance to the house, the inside ofwhichwasdividedintoroomswithcurtains.Behindthehouse was a separate building—a silkworm-rearing room where Kansa raised silkworms and harvested thread from them. She insisted that looking after them herself was no trouble, so didn’t usually have any servant girls helping her. It was only during particularly busy periods that she’d employ a young servant girl to lend a hand, butitstillseemedlikeachallengingtaskforanoldladyand a young girl to take care of silkworms all by themselves. Silkwormrearing may have been her job, but when they were growing, the silkworms needed to be fed chopped-up mulberry leaves numeroustimesaday.Theyrequiredround-the-clocksurveillance,soit was a fairly intense job.
“Howaboutyouputastoptoraisingsilkwormssoon?”asked Shin.
The Saname family made sure Kansa was well provided for, so she shouldn’t have had any problems in that area. Even so, she insisted that without her silkworms, she wouldn’t have anything else left to do.
“It’s not working that’s going to ruin my health—it’s being inactive. That’s just how people like me are built.”
“Yousaythat,but…”
“Istillwanttoweavesilkforyoutowear,youngmaster.”Kansa then stood up and brought over some fabric from the back of the room. It was white silk, not yet dyed. “This is what I’ve woven most recently. I was considering having it sent to your residence, but it works out perfectly that you’re here.”
Shin unfolded the fabric. He was astounded at how smooth itwas—thesilkwaswovensotightlythatyoucouldn’ttellwhere one thread ended and the next one started.
“Icantellthatyourskillshaven’tdiminished.No—infact,it’s asifyourweavinghasgottenevenmoreimpressiveovertheyears.”
“You’re flattering me,” Kansa replied.
It wasn’t flattery. Kansa had always been a masterful weaver, but as the years went by, she’d polished her skills even further.
Shin’slatemotherhadbeenbornintoadistinguishedfamily, and Kansa, being her wet nurse, originally hadn’t needed to do any manual labor. However, during Shin’s mother’s childhood, the family’s status had declined considerably. Kansa and the other servants found themselves in difficult situations, struggling to scrape by, so they took on side jobs. It went without saying why Shin’s mother married into the Saname family.
“Outofcuriosity,youngmaster…”saidKansa,afriendlylook in her eyes. “Have you done something so naughty that you’re reluctant to show your face in front of your father now?”
Shin smiled awkwardly. “I’m not a child, you know.”
“You were never naughty, even when you were young. You were always so well-behaved. The most shocking thing you ever did was catching that whole basket full of frogs.”
No matter how old Shin got, Kansa always made the same sorts of comments. He owed her so much.
Although she was still smiling, there was now a tinge of concern in her eyes. “Has your father scolded you for something?” she asked.
“No,”repliedShin,loweringhisgaze.“Myfatherneverscolds me. You know that.” Shin’s father wasn’t interested enough in him to bother with that. Shin knew that full well.
“Young master…”
Just as Kansa was about to say something else, they heard footsteps crunching against the dried-up leaves outside. It was exactly like she said—you could immediately tell when someone was approaching. Even so, no one had ever turned up while Shin was there.
Before he even had the chance to question who it might be, he heard a voice.
“Shin, are you there?”
The voice was gentle, but there was something peculiarly frosty about it too. It was a voice that Shin knew very well.
“Ko,”Shin replied.
Hesteppedoutsidetofindhisyoungerbrother,Ko,standing there.Kowashisnext-youngestbrotheroutofallhissiblings.He was dressed in a long, plain grayish-blue robe, and wore a faint, indecipherable smile on his face.
“Father is waiting. He was going to send someone to collect you, so here I am.”
My father never misses a trick, thought Shin.
Ofcourse,itwasonlynaturalthatheworkedoutwhereShin was. He saw plenty of different people on his way here, so word of his return would’ve spread right away.
Kansa rushed out of the house in a fluster. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault for keeping him here…”
“No. I’m the one who decided to visit,” said Shin.
Kopretendednottohearhim.“I’dratheryourefrainedfrom taking advantage of my older brother’s kindness,” he said, reprimanding Kansa. While he possessed the kindest-looking face of the brothers, Ko was the strictest and most cold. He resembled his father in that respect.
Kansa hung her head repentantly. “Ko…” Shin began.
“Comeon,”saidKo,marchingrightahead. Shin turned back to Kansa. “I’m sorry.” “There’s no need to be.”
“Weren’tyouaboutto saysomethingamoment ago?”
“No, it’s all right. Now, hurry up and make your way back,” she said.KansathengaveShinalanguidsmile—onethatpainedhim in his chest to see.
“I’ll be back,” he said, before leaving her behind and catching up with his brother.
“Trustme,Ko.Itwasn’tlikethat…”hesaidtohim.
“Is it not reasonable to assume that your own father would bethefirstpersonyougreeteduponyourreturn?Thatwomanis toxic for not suggesting so.”
“Kansa was our mother’s wet nurse!”
“And? You should have gone to see her afterward. Are you aware of the sort of things the local people are going to say about you? Do you want them to think that you and our father are on bad terms? You’re the next in line!”
Shin said nothing in return. Talking to Ko made him feel likehis body was being covered in thorns. Ko never raised his voice or hurled abuse at him, but his words were still like cold prickles piercing his skin.
“Youshouldstopcominghere,”Kosaid. “Why?”
“Didn’t you know? Kansa has been saying bad things about our father. To think that it’s our family that’s been keeping her afloat… That woman really has no shame.”
“She has…?” Shin asked.
Koletoutasmalllaugh.“Yougettakenadvantageofbecause you’re too kind. Well, the way you were brought up may be partly to blame there, but still…”
Shin took offense to that. “We were both brought up the same way.”
“Beingtheheirandbeingthesecond-in-linearetwoextremely different things.”
I don’t think they are, Shin thought to himself.
In reality, there had been quiet speculation that Ko was going to be the one to inherit their father’s position.
“You need to be more mindful of your position—especially at the moment. I hear there’s been some sort of trouble in the imperial capital.”
“Wereyounotifiedaboutthatalready?”Shinasked. “Of course we were. You know who our father is.”
A cold sweat came over Shin—his brother had a point. Considering everything that had been going on, the awkwardness of seeing his father was no excuse to have made this detour.
KoshunhaddirectlyissuedShinwithasecretorder—tofind out what his father was going to do. That was when he learned Jusetsuwasasurvivingmemberofthepreviousdynasty,andthat itwasthereasonhisfather,Choyo,viewedherasadanger.Hewas informed that his father once used Hakurai to threaten her.
It had all come as quite a shock. Although it wasn’t impossible to work out what his father was thinking, resorting to violent means was a step too far—and to make it even worse, the target of his animosity was just a young girl. Jusetsu’s pale face flashed in the back of Shin’s mind.
“That upheaval is the reason you’ve come back, isn’t it, Shin? Shin…?”Ko’sskeptical-soundingvoicestartledhisolderbrother.
“Oh…Umm,yes.”
“That’swhyourfatherissoeagertoseeyou.Hewantstohear the details.”
“Isthatso…”That’sthereasonhehasbeenwaitingforme?
Perhaps the fact that Shin stayed in the imperial capital against his father’s wishes wasn’t such a big deal after all. He might have been worrying himself over nothing.
“HasanythingchangedoverherewhileIwasaway?”Shinasked. “Not particularly. Oh, but now that you mention it…” “What?”
“Never mind—it’s best you hear it directly from our father.” “Justtellme,”Shindemandedimpatiently,butKojustsmirked.
The Saname residence, which stood on top of a hill, enjoyed an expansiveviewoftheplains.Duringthecurrentseason,however,there was nothing to see in those fields but dark soil. With silk cultivation also concluded, the women spent the winters spinning their looms indoors while the men traveled to other regions peddling woven fabrics. The same was the case for Saname clan, apart from the fact that the silk their women wove was primarily transported to Je Island—from where it would then be taken abroad.Thosewhoexcelledinraisingsilkwormsandwereknown for their weaving were held in high regard and attracted throngs of suitors.
“I heard that the Raven Consort has managed to avoid execution and has instead been given a new role. Is that true?”
These were the first words to leave Choyo’s mouth. Father always jumps straight to what’s important, thought Shin, awestruck by his directness. He hadn’t even taken the time to welcome him back.
Ontheotherhand,however,hecouldn’thelpbutnoticethe contempt with which he spoke of Raven Consort.
“From what I’ve heard, it seems His Majesty’s chief vassals were all against executing her,” Shin said.
“NotjustAdviserUn,butChiefSecretariatKaaswell?” “I don’t know the specifics.”
Shin’s response made Choyo scowl. He seemed annoyed by Shin’s perceived incompetency.
“It also appears that the other concubines begged for her life to be spared,” Shin added.
ThelinesinChoyo’sbrowdeepenedevenmore.Thelookon his face was a stern one—so much so that it wouldn’t have lookedamiss if there were blue veins protruding out of his forehead. Maybe Banka had just crossed his mind.
Shin continued. “Talk of the Raven Consort spread far and wideamongthetownspeople…They’resayingshefoughtoff a crowd of corpses and dispersed a pillar of water that had spurt up from the ground with a single arrow.”
Choyo gave Shin a piercing look. Shin wanted to avert his gaze but resisted the urge. It felt like his father could see right through him—it was a feeling that struck him with terror.
“Did you witness it with your own eyes?” Choyo asked. “Well, no… It’s just hearsay, but…”
“Don’t believe everything you hear.”
Choyo’s voice sounded as authoritative as ever, but Shin could sense a hint of anger in it now. This didn’t happen very often. He hadn’t even sounded angry when Shin and Ryo had told him they were staying in the imperial capital. Did he really despise Jusetsu that much?
“TheheadoftheYozetsufamilywasappointedasthesaltand ironenvoyashortwhileago,washenot?Doyouknowanything about his actions?” Choyo asked.
“As far as I know, he didn’t express any opinion regarding her execution.”
This response prompted Choyo to stroke his chin, lost in thought. “Well, I suppose he doesn’t have any other choice,” he grumbled to himself. “Has His Majesty issued any orders tothe province council, or to the envoy institute? Has the army done anything?”
There was no way Shin would have been privy to such information. It wasn’t as if he was one of the emperor’s confidants.
“Nothing publicly, at least,” he replied.
Choyostaredhardathisson.ColdsweatrolleddownShin’s back and he found himself unable to look away.
“Anyhow,”beganChoyo.
To his son’s relief, he had now averted his gaze. The next thing he said, however, caught Shin off guard.
“In the spring, you shall wed Tojo of the Kitsu family. I suggest you keep that in mind.”
Shin paused. “Are you telling me I’m getting married?” He was dumbfounded.
Choyo shot him a sharp look. The man hated being asked questions to which the answer was already obvious.
“Kitsu Tojo… Isn’t she…?” Shin began.
The Kitsu family was one of the Saname clan’s branch families. That being said, their family had branched off quite some time ago, so they acted more as the Saname clan’s vassals than anything else.
“She’s turning sixteen this year. She’s a terrible weaver, but she’shardworkingandisn’tafraidtogetherhandsdirtyandpick mulberries. She’ll make a good wife for you.”
Shin thought of his late mother. As the daughter of a prominent family, she never picked up a needle—not even when her servants were making every effort to make ends meet. She never lifted a finger once she was married either. She left her children for her wet nurse to look after, shut herself inside her room, andnevershowedherfaceproperly.Shincouldn’tevenrememberher having spoken to him.
“Has she finished her mourning?” Shin asked. “She’s Kitsu Rokujo’s daughter, isn’t she?”
Kitsu Rokujo, who’d been one of Banka’s ladies-in-waiting, had died after taking the blame for his father’s plot.
Choyo was silent, but his eyebrows twitched.
“Wouldn’t it be best to start the wedding rituals after her mourning period is over?” Shin added.
“It’ll be too late by then.”
People were expected to take three years to mourn the death of a parent. There were a number of cumbersome procedures involved in getting married, so it would take almost four years for the two of them to actually tie the knot.
“Kitsu Rokujo entrusted Tojo to the Kitsu family when she became one of Banka’s ladies-in-waiting. She was raised as the daughter of the present head of the family. As such, she has no need to mourn.”
What a preposterous thing to say, thought Shin. Rokujo was still her mother. What kind of logic was Choyo using? Why couldn’t they postpone the marriage until her mourning period was over? What was the rush?
Thatwasn’ttheonlythingthatwastroublingShineither.
Kitsu Rokujo had died for his father’s sake. It felt wrong to marry that woman’s daughter. If she found out the truth, wouldn’t Tojo come to hate both Shin and his father?
“Doyouobject?”ChoyoaskedShin,whowaslookingdepressed.
“Itdoesn’tfeelrighttobemarryingagirlwho’sstillinmourning,” Shin said.
His objection should have been obvious, but the look in Choyo’s eyes was icy cold.
“Has the Raven Consort stolen your heart?”
Shinwasstartled.“Wh-whatareyou…?”Hebrokeoutin a sweat, tongue-tied.
“She would be too much for you.”
“What are you talking about?” replied Shin, finally managing to utter a cohesive sentence. “Why are you bringing up the RavenConsortallofasudden?Shedefinitelyhasnotstolen my heart.”
“Do you have somebody else in mind, then?” Choyo asked. “No.It’s not that I don’t like Kitsu Tojo—I’m just saying, I’drather defer this marriage until after her mourning period has concluded.”
“You cannot.” “Why?”
“Idon’twantyoutocausemeanytroubleoverintheimperial capital,” Choyo said.
Shin was taken aback.
“You didn’t think that word wouldn’t make its way back to me,didyou?Ifyou’repartofthisfamily,thisregioniswhereyou need to be. Marry here. Live out your life here.”
With that, Choyo said no more. He stood up from his seat and exited the room. The man was always like that.
Shinquietlysighedandgottohisfeetaswell.Onceheleftthe room, he went straight outside. Even though he had lived in that house his entire life, it felt so suffocating now.
Vast mulberry fields extended out behind the property. Their leaves had already fallen, leaving nothing but their bare branches to stretch up toward the blue sky. It was a dreary sight.
As a child, Shin was always excited for the beginning of summer to come around since that was when the fruit ripened. He’d grab dark, ripe fruit off branches and put them right in his mouth. He and his younger brothers treated the whole thing as if it was some sort of competitive sport. Back then, Kansa used to scold him for the resulting dark stains around his mouth and on his fingers too.
Ashewalkedthroughthemulberryfields,memoriesofthose days came flooding back. For some reason, he could feel an ache deepinsidehisheart.Itdidn’thelpthatthewinterskyabovewas such an intense shade of blue that it hurt his eyes.
Then, Shin heard fallen leaves being crunched under someone’s footsteps. He turned in the direction of the sound and saw a young girl. It looked like she was about to run out from behind one of the trees. He didn’t even have a chance to call out to her before she tripped over the tree’s roots in a panic and fell over.
Shin walked up to her and offered her his hand. “Are youall right?”
She was quite young, around fifteen or sixteen—likely only justoldenoughtohavestartedwearingherhairup.Shewasfairly well-dressed, so it was unlikely that she was a servant of any kind. She must be a guest, Shin thought—and that was when it clicked.
The girl, though timidly looking down at the ground, was red in the face.
Once Shin had helped her up, the girl bowed and then fled without saying a word.
“A secret rendezvous among the mulberry trees? Very smooth of you, Shin.”
ThesuddenvoicegaveShinafright.Koappearedfromamong the mulberries.
How long has he been there?
“ThatwasKitsuTojo,wasn’tit?TheheadoftheKitsufamily arrived a short while ago. He brought her with him.”
“Did he get her to come out here?”
Had he orchestrated a situation for the two of them to meet, and tried to make it look like a coincidence? This thought made Shin feel uncomfortable.
“Well, I don’t know about that… Maybe she just spotted you and decided to chase after you?” Ko suggested.
Even if she had tried to chase after Shin, it still would have been under the head of the family’s instruction. She didn’t seem like the sort of girl who’d act like that on her own volition.
“Still, she’s far too quiet to be the wife of the future head of the Saname clan.” From his words, Ko unsurprisingly already knew about the arrangement.
“Barely any time has passed since the death of her mother,” commented Shin. “Obviously she’s not going to be in the bestof spirits.”
“Youreallyareasofty,aren’tyou,Shin?”
Shin fell silent. He wasn’t in the mood to play along with his brother’s wisecracks.
Noticing the somber expression on Shin’s face, Ko followed suit. Still, he didn’t seem like he was going to leave either.
Shin had no choice but to speak up. “Did you need something from me?”
“Well,notexactly,but…”Kosoundeduncharacteristically evasive.
“Justtellme,”Shindemanded.
Ko drew closer and whispered, “Doesn’t our father seem unusually irritable?”
Now that his brother mentioned it, Shin had noticed it earlier. “He does…”
“It’s rare for him to let his emotions come to the surface. No, it’s not just rare—I’ve never seen him express what he’s feelingat all.”
Thatmustbeanexaggeration,thoughtShin—butitwasonly natural that Ko found the change disconcerting. Shin couldn’t remember their father even looking happy when his siblings were born.Heprobablydidn’texpressanyjoywhenIwasborneither,he thought to himself.
“It’s probably because I didn’t have any worthwhile news to report,” suggested Shin, but Ko just gave him an awkward smile. Shin wasn’t sure what Ko was feeling.
“You need to conduct yourself in a more noble manner, Shin.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our father left you behind in the imperial capital becausehe trusts you,” Ko said. “He listened to your reports carefully, didn’t he?”
“I stayed there against his wishes,” Shin reminded him.
“If he really wanted to bring you back with him, he could have.The fact that he let you stay means you had his approval.”
Shinwentquiet.Hedidn’tenjoytalkingtoKo—hisbrother always spoke in a clear manner, which just reminded Shin of his own stupidity. The fact that Ko viewed him as his older brother only put more pressure on his shoulders. He couldn’t help but wonder what Ko really thought of him—was he actually making funofhim,deepdown?Everytimethesedoubtsresurfaced,they chipped away at Shin’s heart.
“Anyway, you always think too negatively. It’s all simpler than you’d expect.” With that, Ko left and headed back toward the house, seemingly exasperated by Shin’s lackluster responses.
Is it really simple?
Shin was well aware that his surly attitude led him to stubbornlywarphisperceptionoftheworldaroundhim,butthatstill didn’t mean there was anything he could do about it.
Shin stood stock-still among the withering trees. A cold breeze blew and sent the fallen leaves by his feet flying through the air.
The next day, Shin paid Kansa another visit. The icy, wintry wind seeped into his collar and through his sleeves, giving hima chill. He could hear a faint, whistle-like sound—was it the wind?
It sounds so sad.
“Well, if it isn’t you, young master!” Kansa greeted Shin happily. “I didn’t expect you to come back so soon.”
“Youdidn’tgettofinishwhatyouweresayingyesterday,” he replied.
“Oh, is that why you came back? Well, I’m pleased nonetheless.” Kansa had Shin sit down in front of her bronze brazier. Red-hot coal was burning inside. Relieved, Shin held his hands up to it. His body had been exposed to the bitingly cold winter wind moments earlier, but now it began to warm back up. In terms of fabric,silkrespondedbesttoheat,andhempfabricpreferredthe cold. That being so, Kansa needed to heat the room with a brazier when she was weaving silk in the winter months.
“Pleasetakealookatthis,youngmaster,”saidKansa,showing Shin some fabric. It was a length of silk dyed a pale shade of red. “I just picked it up this morning. I requested for it to be dyed.”
Although clothes tended to be tailored at home, the actual dyeing of fabric tended to be left to fabric-dyeing shops. Different craftsmen specialized in different colors and techniques, so it was necessary to visit specific artisans depending on whether you wanted your fabric dyed blue, black, or red, or if you wanted someone to decorate the fabric with a stencil or even tie-dye it.
“It’sbeautifullydyed…Butwhat’sthisfor?”
“Don’t you think it’d suit the daughter of the Kitsu family marvelously well?”
Shin’s eyes widened. “You know about that?” It hadn’t even occurred to him that Kansa might have been aware of the plan.
“Everybody knows, young master,” she said. “We’ve known about it for a long time. You’re just out of the loop because you were in the imperial capital.”
“Is that right…?” Was I really the only one who didn’t know? Shin thought to himself. It made him so uncomfortable that it felt like his skin was burning.
“She’s a nice, well-mannered young lady. Personally, I think you two would make a good match.”
Shin found Kansa’s wording somewhat intriguing. “Are you implying that there are some who don’t agree?”
“Oh, no—that’s not what I meant.”
“Ifthere’ssomethingyouknow,I’dliketohearit.”
Kansa looked down at the floor, flummoxed. “She’s a lovely young lady, but at the end of the day… The Kitsu family are your family’s vassals. People were just expecting you to marry the daughter of a prestigious family from elsewhere…”
It sounded like Kansa was struggling to get the words out. Shecontinued.“It’scommontoprioritizemarryingsomeone of a similar background—you know that. I get the impressionthatmanybelievethatthewomanwhomarriesthehead of the Saname clan needs to be from a notable family… They don’t understand why you’d marry someone of a lower ancestral status.”
The woman left it at that, but there was an answer to that “why”—Shin was not going to be the next head of the family.
Shin found himself frowning. He’d heard people say things likethiscountlesstimesbefore.Itwaslikeacursehewouldnevershake. “The heir to the Saname clan won’t be their oldest son,” people would say. “It’ll be their second…”
“You didn’t need to hear that. I do apologize,” said Kansa, but Shin shook his head. She never sugarcoated uncomfortable truths, and that was why he trusted her.
“Moreimportantly,whatwasitthatyoudidn’tgetachanceto tell me? Was it about this?” he asked.
“Well, no…” She hemmed and hawed, seeming even more reluctant to speak now. The feeble sound of the breeze came from outside, surprising Kansa enough to make her stir slightly.
“Oh no, I almost forgot,” she muttered before immediately retreating into the back of the room. The woman went over to the kitchen, and when she came back, she was carrying a basket of oranges. Then, she walked straight outside, still holding the basket.
What is she doing? Shin thought. He peered out throughthe window and watched her throw pieces of fruit over the brushwood fence. The oranges seemed to be falling into the thicket.
“Wereyoufeedingthewildanimals?”ShinaskedonceKansa had returned.
Kansa looked somewhat embarrassed. “Dear Shosen is out there,” she said.
Shin paused. “What?”
“She looks like she’s starving, so I’ve been giving her some food.IfIdon’t,shebitesintomyfence.Look—it’salreadybroken in places… That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
“What are you talking about?” Shin was confused. Kansa was making this sound like simple small talk, but Shosen… “Wasn’t Shosen my mother’s name?” he asked.
Shosen was the childhood name of his late mother. Since Kansa was her wet nurse, she occasionally referred to his mother by that name.
“Yes. So…” Kansa smiled awkwardly. “This might be hard to believe, but dear Shosen seems hesitant about leaving… This was where she passed away, wasn’t it?”
“Are you saying that my mother’s ghost has appeared?” he asked. “After all this time?”
“Yes.Itgavemeashocktoo.”Kansaplacedahandonhercheek. “Isupposeithastobeaghost,”shesaid,continuing.“It’smyfirst timeseeingsuchathing,soIcan’tsayforsure.Oneevening,Shosen was standing there, just on the other side of the fence. She was wearing the embroidered robe she was buried in. I tailored it and embroidereditmyself,stitchbystitch.Shedidn’tsayanything,but she looked so haggard. There was no life in her eyes. I offered her aboiledchestnut,thinkingshemightbehungry,andsheateitright up.” Kansa was now happily chattering away as she told the story. “After that, she began showing up every now and then. Recently, I’ve been giving her dried persimmons and oranges. I make sure to have things like that to give her because when I forget now andthen, she throws a tantrum and munches on my fence instead.”
This story sent chills down Shin’s spine—and yet Kansa was speaking with a smile, acting as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
You must be mistaking a monkey or something for my mother, Shin wanted to say, but he swallowed the words back down before they made it out of his mouth. Kansa wouldn’t make sucha mistake—and if she did, it would have been due to her own wishful thinking.
Asherformerwetnurse,Kansahadbeenverycompassionate towardShin’smother.Whenshedied,shewasinconsolablewith grief for days. Did those emotions cause Shin’s mother’s ghost to appear?
Still, why now?
“When didthis start?”heasked.
“Quite recently—while you were in the imperial capital.”
Shin was usually the only visitor Kansa had. With Shin staying behind in the imperial capital, there was no one who wouldcomeseeher.Hadherlonelinesscausedhertostartseeing strange things?
Surely it can’t actually be my mother’s ghost…
The idea that his mother spent all this time drifting through the mountains, starving and never having gone over to paradise, was one that Shin didn’t wish to entertain. The thought of her devouring food thrown at her was far from tolerable either.
“When she gets particularly ravenous, she starts crying,” said Kansa. “Listen… Just like that.”
Shincouldhearthecoldwindoutside.“That’sthebreeze,”he wantedtosaytoassureher,buthecouldn’tbringhimselftodoit.
What is going on?
Shin agonized over all this as he made his way home. He never expected for Kansa to tell him something like that.
There was no way he could ask his father for advice. Should he tell the story to the family steward and get him to take care of it, since he was in charge of the house?
Shin was just about to pass through the large gate to the Saname family residence—still racking his brains about what to do—when somebody pulled him over by the arm.
“Shin.”ItwasKo.
BeforeShinhadthechancetoaskhimwhathewasdoing,he found himself being pulled down a side road that led up toward the mountains. Shin got the impression that Ko wanted to have a private conversation with him—and it would be the perfect opportunity to tell Ko the story as well.
“Kansa’s acting strange,” Shin said.
Kostoppedinhistracksandturnedaround.Hewasscowling. “Kansa? In what way?”
As Shin explained what Kansa claimed to be seeing, the look on Ko’s face grew stonier and stonier. The young man looked just like his father.
“Don’ttakewhatthatwomansaysasthetruth,Shin,”spatKo. Shin was confused by his brother’s contemptuous manner of speaking.Kansawasn’tperfect,butshewasstilltheirmother’swet nurse. Why would he be so spiteful toward her?
“She’sobviouslytalkingnonsense,”Kocontinued.“She’sa serial liar.”
“What are you talking about?” Shin snarled. Calling her that was a step too far.
“You believe every word that comes out of her mouth, so of courseyouwouldn’tunderstandwhataconnivingoldhagsheis.” Shin wanted to bite back and tell Ko how stupid he was being, but he stayed silent.
Kohadbeendrivenintoacorner—thegravelookonhisface made this unmistakably clear. Despite being someone who was always composed and never raised his voice, Ko was sounding increasingly infuriated.
“What are you accusing Kansa of doing?” Shin asked.
“Our mother was from a once-notable family that had fallen from grace. Kansa was upset that she married into the Saname clan. Even when our mother was alive, she’s been talking behind everyone’s backs, complaining that she was bought out by a measly clan from the countryside that just happened to be rich,” Ko said.
“That can’t be true…” mumbled Shin.
Ko gave Shin a pained grimace. “Shin… Kansa is the one who’sbeentellingeverybodythatI’mgoingtoinheritourfather’s position instead of you. I saw it with my own eyes.”
The shock of his words hit Shin like a knife to the chest. He’s lying.“Don’tbeso stupid,Ko,”Shinpleaded. “Don’tlieto me…”
“Why would I lie to you? Why do you think I’m lying?” “Why would she do such a thing? She has no reason to.”
Ko choked on his words. “Well… Because she was upset our mother married into this family at all.”
“So she wants to stir things up for us? What would she gain from that?” asked Shin.
“It’snotthatshehasanythingtogainfromit—shejustwants to cause trouble.”
“Don’t be so stupid.”
Ko knitted his brow, and Shin realized he looked almost sad. “Do you trust her more than me, your own brother? Your own flesh and blood?”
TheconcerninKo’svoicewassoclearthatShinbegantofeel unsure.HehadneverheardKosaythingslikethisbeforeorspeak in such a tone. It was the first time he had ever seen such a look on his brother’s face as well.
Was Ko telling the truth? But it was hard for Shin to accept immediately that Kansa would act in such a way too…
Who am I supposed to believe?
Histhroatwasbonedry.Shinswallowedandbegantospeak. “Wh-why are you telling me this now?”
A faint smile came to Ko’s face. “I’m going to the Northern Mountains on our father’s orders.”
“TheNorthernMountains…”
“You know what my position demands, don’t you? I have to letthosetribesknowhowourfatherfeels.Whetherthingsgothe wayourfatherwantsthemtoornot,there’sachanceImightnot make it back alive.”
Shin gulped, taken aback.
“Doesn’t that alone speak volumes?” he continued. “The heir wouldneverbeallowedtodosuchathing.Thesecond-in-linemeanwhile, is disposable. I might not agree with our father’s plans, but it’s an order. I have no choice.” Ko then drew a step closer and grabbed hold of Shin’s arm. “I brought you down heretotellyouonething—ourfatherismostlikelygoing to fail.”
“Fail?” Shin asked.
“This will not succeed. For some reason, our father has misjudged the scenario on this occasion. Listen, Shin—you need to go into hiding for a while, or at least stay away from this family. If you’re on good terms with the emperor, make sure you keep hold of that connection,” said Ko. “The Saname clan…is on the edge of ruin.”
This hushed proclamation shook Shin to the core.
The Saname clan is on the edge of ruin.
Ko squeezed Shin’s arm harder. “If you’re going to trust me on anything, please trust me on that.”
It was as if the desperation in Ko’s grip caused his ardor to seep into Shin’s own body. Before he even realized it, Shin was nodding his head.
After he parted from Ko, Shin couldn’t bring himself to return to the Saname family residence. Instead, he made his way to Kansa’s house again—he wanted to hear her side of the story.
Kansa appeared understandably unsettled by Shin’s return, especially considering the sun had already set. “Oh… Young master. Is something the matter?”
“There’ssomethingIwanttoaskyou.”
Undeterred by how abnormally dispirited Shin seemed, Kansa ushered him inside.
“What is it that you wanted to ask me, then?” she asked. “Is it true that you’ve been seeing my mother’s ghost…?”
Kansa’s eyes widened a little. “It is,” she said, sounding upset. “Don’t you believe me?”
“Have you been criticizing our father behind his back?” Kansastayedsilentatthat,however,andherexpressionbecame tense.
Shin continued. “Is it true that you’re the one who’s been tellingeverybodythatKoisgoingtoinheritourfather’sposition rather than me?”
All the emotion drained from Kansa’s face. Shin felt like he was looking at a blank wall, unable to gauge how the woman felt from her expression. Her eyes, nose, and mouth were right there, but they were bereft of any sentiments.
A few moments later, Kansa began to smile—or rather, her face distorted into an odd, smile-like expression.
An impenetrable dark gloom appeared behind her eyes. “Well… It’s not as if I’ve been shouting it from the rooftops,” Kansa began. “Even if I didn’t say anything myself, there’d always be somebody spreading rumors about it. People are irresponsible. We love gossip.”
Shin felt his strength drain from his body. It was true—Ko was right.
“Why? Why would you do such a thing?” he asked, his voice shaking.
Kansa remained tight-lipped for a while, before eventually sayinginalowvoice,“Isn’titobvious?BecauseIwantedtomake one of Shosen’s sons the head of the family.”
“…What?” Shin didn’t understand what Kansa meant. “But I’m her son too, aren’t I?”
But the moment he said that, the blood drained from his face.
It couldn’t be…
“Surely you must have had a slight suspicion,” she said. “She showed such little affection to you—treated you so cruelly.”
It wasn’t just Shin who was treated that way. His mother didn’t love any of her children—not Ko, not Ryo, not even Banka. She looked at every single one of them as if they were repulsive.
“PoorShosen.Shewasinformedthatherhusbandhadhad a baby with another woman the very day she married him,” Kansa remarked.
“Does that mean that I’m the son of a mistress that my father had? I never—”
“If you were the son of a mistress, then it wouldn’t be kept a secret.Suchsituationsarecommon.Inthiscase,though,thebaby’s very existence was concealed and there were very few peoplewho knew of it. After ten months passed, it was announced that a baby had been born and that it was Shosen’s son, but naturally, hecouldn’tbeshowntothepublic.Hewasclearlynotanewborn. Instead, the child was brought up inside the family residence and not permitted to leave. People were led to believe it was because he was suffering from poor health… And that child, young master, was you.”
Shin listened to Kansa’s story in complete silence. He didn’t believe it at all.
“Do you think I’m lying to you?” she asked. “That doesn’t bother me. I’ll just tell you what I have to say and be done with it. Whydoyouthinkyouwerekeptasecret?Therewasnoquestion that you were Choyo’s son. In which case, there could only be one explanation—your mother was someone the public would have judged him for fathering a child with. Can you imagine who she might have been?”
Shin paused before answering. “No.”
Kansa seemed to be getting a degree of enjoyment out of this exchange. There was a malicious glint in her eye. Shin had never seen her like this before, just like how Ko’s temperament was a surprise. I’ve been learning a lot of new things today, Shin thought to himself, somewhat detached.
“Those who know the truth have kept their mouths firmly shut, and even I had a hard time getting to the bottom of it all. Still, once I found out the facts, it became obvious why people tried to hide them. Such a disgusting, sinful relationship could never be revealed to the public,” she said.
Shin’sbackstartedtofeelunpleasantandsticky—andyet his body was peculiarly cold. Don’t listen to her, his whole body begged. She has to be lying, he could hear his body screaming out to him. You’re better off ignoring her!
“Did you know about your father’s younger sister, Yo? She was the Saname clan’s youngest daughter.”
Kansa paused and licked her lips. It looked disgusting, likeasnakeflickingitstongueinfrontofafrogitwasabouttodevour. “The two of them were blood siblings, but they were in love.
Yo died after giving birth to their baby…and that baby is you, young master,” Kansa declared, sounding almost triumphant.
Shin felt his heart freeze over. Nothing could shock him anymore. He gave Kansa an icy look.
“Idon’tknowwhyyou’rebotheringtowasteyourbreath,”he said. “This is ludicrous.”
“Oh.Youdon’tbelieveme?” “Why would I?”
Kansa winced. She wants to hurt my feelings,Shin thought. As such,hewastryingtorejectwhatshewasclaiming.Itdidn’tseem believable to him by any stretch of the imagination. He didn’t want to believe it. It was all so preposterous.
“That’senough,”Shinsaid,gettingtohisfeet.“Iwillneversetfoot in here again. Farewell.” He headed for the door.
“I’m going to tell everybody the truth!” Kansa shouted out, almost running after him. “There’s no way that a cursed child who was born of two siblings can become the head of the clan! The person who inherits that role must be Shosen’s child. I’d feel so sorry for her otherwise, wouldn’t you?!”
Shin was trying to get away, ignoring Kansa—but now she had caught up to him.
“Since you didn’t come back from the imperial capital, IwascertainKohadtakenoverasthenewheir.Butthen…IheardChoyo had invited the daughter of a vassal family over, and he said he was officially appointing you as his heir!”
Shincouldn’thelpbuthaltandturnaround.“Myfather said that?”
“Haven’t you heard? He did. It’s unacceptable—so unacceptable that it’s even roused Shosen’s ghost!”
Now it makes sense.
This was why Kansa was claiming to see his mother’s ghost. That being said, it still wasn’t clear whether she was talking nonsense or if she actually convinced herself that it was her.
Shin let out a sigh. “I didn’t see a thing,” he muttered, and opened the door.
But as the door creaked open, it revealed a person standing outside of it. Shin froze. Before he had the chance to work out who it was, a gust of wind rushed past him.
Shin heard someone cry out behind him, sounding more like some sort of monstrous bird. It didn’t register that the cry belonged to Kansa and the man in front of him was his father until Choyohadalreadyrushedpasthim.Startled,Shinturnedaround tofindKansaontheground,withhisfatherpullinghisswordout of her chest and proceeding to thrust it into her throat. Kansa’s arms and legs were strewn about in different directions and her chest was stained with blood. The very moment Shin opened the door, his father took the opportunity to stab Kansa in the chest.
“Ahh…”
Shin’s lips quivered, but no sound came out. He had barely moved an inch, and yet he was panting for breath.
“I let her live because I felt sorry for her, and this is what I get forit,”saidChoyo.Theman’sdeepvoicewasice-coldandseeping with contempt. “I knew she’d been spouting nonsense, but I’d dismissed it as meaningless gibberish. I should have dealt with her right away—perhaps even when her employer died.”
Shin figured that “employer” was his mother.
ChoyopulledhisbladeoutofKansa’sthroatandturnedback towardShin.BloodspurtedintotheairoutofKansa’sneck.Her bodyconvulsed,andShincouldn’ttellwhethershewasstillalive.
When Shin looked into his father’s eyes, he could instantly tell—what Kansa had been saying was the truth.
He shuddered with horror. “Sh-she was lying, wasn’t she, Father?” he asked, seeing if he was mistaken. His voice came out hoarse and shrill. It has to be a lie. It’s too farfetched.
Choyo turned away again and continued into the house. Hepicked up the brazier and scattered its contents onto the floor. Red coal and ash were strewn about on the floor. Sparks quickly drifted over to one of the curtains that partitioned parts of the house from one another, quickly setting it on fire.
“Why does it have to be a lie?” Choyo said as he gazed into the flames. “Yo is the only person I will ever love. She always has been. If it wasn’t for the Saname curse, she’d still be alive.”
TheSanamecurse—thecursethatcausedtheyoungestdaughteroftheheadoftheSanameclantopassawayattheageoffifteen. It was a curse that had plagued the clan for generations. In order to avoid its wrath, the head of the family always adopted a girl younger than his youngest daughter to offer up as a sacrifice.
“Wasn’t there a sacrifice to die in her place…?” Shin asked. “There was, but Yo didn’t discover what her function was untilshehadturnedfifteenandheradoptivesisterhaddied.Unableto bear it, she took the blame and passed away herself—after giving birth to you,” said Choyo.
Fabric piled up on shelves burned ferociously as the flames danced along the walls. Eventually, they reached Kansa’s body and set her ablaze. The repulsive smell made Shin cough. Flame continued to erupt, and smoke filled the room.
Seemingly not in a hurry, Choyo calmly turned around, grabbed Shin’s arm, and pulled him outside. The cold night air was comfortingly cool against his skin, and his breathing returned to normal. Shin turned around and watched the smoke trailing from the gaps in the house’s thatched roof. Flames spewed out of its windows.
Shin stared in silent bewilderment at the burning house, unable to pose any of the questions he wanted to ask his father.
Didn’t Yo die because she had a child?
Did she find the fact that she conceived a forbidden child unbearable?
“You are my and Yo’s precious, only son. Do you know how happyIwaswhenyouwereborn?Ican’tfathomanyonebutyou becoming my heir. Do not let anyone deceive you again,” Choyo said from behind him.
Shin’skneesgavewayandhefelltotheground.Howstrongly had he yearned to hear those words? Wasn’t this what he’d beenhoping his father would tell him all this time, but never allowing himself to believe it could actually happen?
I just wish I didn’t have to hear it like this.
Shin dug his nails into the earth. It felt like everything was crumbling underneath his feet. What had he been doing all his life? What had he believed in? He didn’t know what to think or how to live his life anymore.
He let out a lamentable howl.
By the time dawn came around, the house had burned down entirely. White smoke drifted up into the darkness, and the remains of the house—now ash—were only vaguely discernable. There was no sign of Shin’s father, and strangely enough, nobody had rushed over to watch the fire.
Shin was still there, standing around, and he heard the winter breeze whooshing past. However, something wasn’t right—there was no wind here.
A thicket shook, and inside, he could make out a pair of eyes that seemed to glow. He was surprised, but the owner of the eyes was too and seemed to flee right away.
Wasthat a monkey, oranother wild animal? Or…
Shin began to wander aimlessly. Unsteady on his feet, he descended from the mountain and then carried on down the road. The sun was only starting to rise on the edge of the mountain, so there weren’t any people walking down the road. It was a large one, and one the Saname clan had built. It had always made Shinfeel so proud, but now, he found it horrendously loathsome.He felt like he was walking over thorns.
Shin was headed in the opposite direction from the Saname residence and going toward the port. His plan was to go to the imperialcapital.HeneededtotellKoshunthathismission was complete.
I’m never coming back here again.
His father might have expected him to return. He probably eventhoughtitwasagiventhathe’dcomebackintheend.After all, Shin was going to become the next head of the Saname clan.
IfhethinksI’mevergoingtoreturntothisland,he’smistaken.
Shin gazed out at the sea, with its water glowing in the dawn sun, waiting for a boat to come and take him away.
It took about three days for the boat to reach the port of Ko Province from Ga Province. To continue on to the imperial capital, he would have to sail upstream and traverse through the waterways. WhenShindisembarked,henoticedhownoisyhissurroundings were. Before he had time to question it, he noticed something strange out at sea. People had probably been makinga ruckus about it before the boat he was on made it to shore, buthe was in too deep a sleep to notice.
Therewassmokerisingfromthewater.Itmighthavelooked more like clouds than smoke.
“It’s an eruption!” he heard somebody cry out.
Theunderwatervolcanohadapparentlyerupted.Itsintensity wasvarying,butthevolcanowasshowingnosignsofcalmingdown. There were mixed reports about how long it had been going on—some said three days, while others said five. When Shin looked carefully, he could make out something resembling a red beach on the opposite shore, near the coast of Je Island. Further still, small, black, island-like structures were appearing in the area where the eruption was happening. Someone was explaining to the others around Shin that the erupting lava had solidified and was gradually turning into new land masses, and these “islands” were steadily growing bigger.
All the people who were watching the eruption from the shore hadfacestingedwithworry.Itlookedlikeashfromtheeruption was landing on this very shore as well. The ground beneath Shin’s feet definitely looked a bit whitish.
Shin thought about it, and imagined the land masses spreading out even further, and the lava spreading all the way between here and the island. It was a terrifying thought.
Does His Majesty know about this?
Of course he would—he obviously must have been notified some time ago. When Shin surveyed his surroundings properly, he noticed some panicked-looking officials nearby, as well as some local militia.
The flow of passenger boats to and from Je Island seemed to have come to a halt, but those heading to the imperial capital were still running. Even so, all the vessels were packed full of people trying to flee the area, and the destination port was already at capacity.
What am I supposed to do?
As Shin tried to come up with a plan, he heard a familiarvoice coming from behind him.
“Aren’tyou…theeldestsonoftheSanameclan?”
Heturnedaroundwithastartatthesweetyetclearvoice.Itwas Jusetsu.
Why would she be in a place like this?
Her black hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she was dressed in a man’s robe. Next to her were two handsome young men, also dressed in robes, and a military officer who was presumably there for her protection.
Raven Consort, Shin almost found himself saying, but he held his tongue.
Thinkingit’dbetooconspicuousifheweretogettohisknees, he sidled up to her and gave her a small bow.
Jusetsu took a long look at his face. “You don’t look very well,” she said simply.
Shin placed his hands against his cheeks. He knew he must have looked dreadful.
Jusetsu gracefully pointed toward the town with the tip of her shoe.“Boatsaren’tabletosailtoJeIslandforthetimebeing,sothe provincialgovernorfromKoProvincehasinvitedustohishome. Let’s go and have some tea.” It sounded like she was indirectly inviting Shin along. “It’s good to drink tea when you’re tired.”
The young woman didn’t ask any questions—she just addressed Shin with a simple statement and proceeded to go onher way. The sight of Jusetsu’s diminutive frame walking ahead confidently ignited a surge of emotion within him.
He wanted to fall straight down on his knees, prostrate himself in front of her, and cling to her legs.
As his vision slowly began to blur, Shin simply looked up at the sky to stop the tears from running down his face.
***
Yozetsu Jikei was traveling up a river on board a boat loaded with salt. The mountain range in the distance was completely covered with snow. Since part of the river would most likely be frozen further down the line, he’d have to travel on horseback at that point instead.
When he reached a town in Raku Province that was situated at the foot of the Northern Mountains, he brought the boat to the bank. Jikei had been taking breaks in different towns to assess the situation in each place and to collect information on the Northern Mountains. Although this did slow him down, gatheringthisinformationwashisbiggestpriority.Evenifthenorthern tribes were plotting something, they wouldn’t be able to act onit very quickly.
Jikei began to go over to the town market with just two of his attendantsaccompanyinghim.Everysingleoneoftheattendants he brought with him was physically strong. Jikei hadn’t gone out of his way to select the toughest candidates to bring with him— allofhismenweresturdyandaccustomedtohardwork.Afterall, straw bags of salt were much heavier than grain, so no weak man would be able to do the job.
The people who lived in the heart of the mountains were similarly well-built. This was testament to the difficulty of living in such an environment. There was little arable land here, so mostpeoplemadealivingbycuttingdowntreesforfirewoodand charcoal—something that was also impeded by the snow in the winter. They hunted and kept livestock, but farming was far more difficult than it would be on level ground. Despite this, everyone who had been raised in the mountains insisted they would never entertaintheideaofmovinganywhereelse.Thatwasjustthesort of people they were.
While shopping for necessities at the market, Jikei came across a young man, seemingly a merchant, who was talking to the owner of a shop selling shoes. Apparently, the shoes he was wearing had gotten soaked through on the muddy, snowy road, leaving him in a bind. Jikei glanced down to find that the man was wearing a pair of brocade shoes. Not only that, but the merchant and his attendants were all wearing silk clothing. As well-dressed as they were, they didn’t seem accustomed to snowy regions. The shopkeeper recommended to the merchant a pair of ridiculously expensive boots that offered little in the way of practicality to the merchant.
Although he was fully aware he was crossing a line, Jikei couldn’t help but interrupt them.
“Hey, you. Hold on a minute. I’m saying this for your own sake—goforthatpair,”saidJikei,pointingatapairofbootsmade with yak fur near the shopfront.
The young man turned around, looking surprised. He had intrepid,manlyfeatures,yethealsohadakindairabouthim.He seemed to have a gentle demeanor as well.
“Yak fur is warm,” continued Jikei. “The most important thing in the upcoming season is to be protected against the cold. Decoration and embroidery are pointless.”
The boots Jikei pointed at would cover the leg from the ankletotheknee.Thelongfurwouldrepelwater,anditscurved toes were designed to prevent snow from getting in. They were the warmest pair available by miles. They were made using yaks—a type of cattle with long hair—that were raised by the inhabitants of the snowy mountains.
“Stay out of this, Yozetsu,” said the shopkeeper, a sour look on his face.
Yozetsu knew the merchant, and that he was probably planning to scam this young man because he looked wealthy.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t be so greedy, then.”
TheyoungmanlookedatJikeiandtheshopkeeperinturnin quiet confusion.
“Where are you heading after this?” Jikei then asked him. “To the northern mountains…”
“Dressed like that?” Jikei was appalled.
The young man looked embarrassed. “I’ve padded myself with layers of cotton wadding… Is that still not good enough?”
“Do you want to freeze to death? These aren’t your ordinary mountains, you know.”
“TherearesnowymountainswhereIcomefromtoo,soI thought I knew what to expect…” the young man said, trailing off.
Jikei shook his head. “Buy some tightly woven woolen garments.Then,findyourselfalambfurcoatandawarmmartenfur hat to cover your ears.”
The young man seemed to be listening attentively to what Jikei was saying. Once the older man finished speaking, he took a step back and gave him a respectful bow.
“Thankyouverymuchforyourkindness.Asshamefulasitis, it’s my first time coming here, and I was clueless as to what sort of garments I required. I know this might be impolite of me to ask, but would you be so kind as to come with me?” the young man asked.
Jikei didn’t have that much time to spare. He was just about toturnthestrangerdown—butthenextwordstoleavetheyoung man’s lips made him change his mind.
“I should have mentioned this earlier, Yozetsu, but I’m actually the second son of a powerful clan from Ga Province. The Saname clan, specifically. My name is Ko.”
With that, Ko gave him a friendly, yet somewhat unfeeling, smile.