THE SAMURAI’S SIGNAL
by
Charlie Kondek
From the annals of the shogun’s detective, Inspector
Nishimura, a
matter most delicate and strange that took place during
the Kyoho period (1716–1736).
In
a duel between the Swift Stroke school and the Eight Divine
Weapons school, the Swift Stroke swordsman Takeshi Miura killed Kenji Imai—with
a kiai, a martial shout, which some say can be developed so strongly in a
warrior as to be deadly. Inspector Nishimura consulted the shogun’s personal
bodyguard, who said:
“The
Swift Stroke school is commendable. It is said that the
essence of its teaching is contained in the saying, ‘Before the last echo of a
temple bell, you will have acted,’ which means a Swift Stroke swordsman like
Miura maintains a clear, immovable mind that meets all circumstances
decisively. Still, I do not believe he has the power to kill with a shout.”
And yet, according to witnesses, that’s what happened. After a
prolonged crossing of blades in which both men stared, unflinchingly, into each
other’s eyes, excruciating minutes passed without an attack by either but by
making tactical adjustments to their posture and the position of their blades.
Their samurai swords were now lifted overhead, now lowered, now on the hip, now
at the shoulder. Then, Miura suddenly released a battle cry that dropped Imai
to the earth, dead. After thinking a while on what the bodyguard said,
Inspector Nishimura consulted the shogun’s poisoner. The poisoner said:
“It is not possible
to activate a poison with sound. If it were,
Imai might have died in the street at the cry of a fishmonger. What’s more
likely, if he was poisoned, was that it was timed to take effect at a specific
interval—say, an hour from ingestion. Miura could have known that and timed his
kiai so that it occurred at the same moment the poison stopped Imai’s heart.
Did Imai eat or drink something that Miura observed, or which could have been
reported to Miura?”
In truth, no, for both swordsmen were sequestered behind red and
white partitions in the hours leading up to the duel, which took place in a
field at the edge of a town. Imai did engage in the tea ceremony beforehand,
however, and could have been poisoned then. Spectators to the duel, which
included villagers and passers-by, observed this—though Miura from behind his
screen could not, and Imai’s seconds saw no person pass from their camp to Miura’s with
this information. If Imai was poisoned as the shogun’s poisoner envisioned,
someone in the crowd could only have passed this information to Miura during
the prolonged minutes of the duel by signaling. But how?
Once again, Inspector Nishimura
and his staff interrogated the
witnesses. They learned that three notable things happened among the spectators
to the duel shortly before the fatal kiai. A traveler removed his conical hat
and mopped his brow with a kerchief. A priest transferred his ornamented shakujo
staff from one hand to the other, causing a gentle jingling of its iron rings. And
a farmer lit his pipe, sending up a cloud of tobacco smoke. Sight, sound,
scent. Could one of these have been the signal to Miura that Imai’s heart was
about to give out? His assistant said, “Let’s arrest all three and torture them
to extract a confession.”
“No,” said Inspector
Nishimura. “I know who to arrest.”
***
Miura’s accomplice was disguised as the priest with the ringed
staff. With his eyes fixed on his opponent, Miura couldn’t be sure he could see
a signal, and if the wind shifted, he couldn’t be sure he could smell it.
Besides, the essence of the Swift Stroke school is captured in the saying,
“Before the last echo of the temple bell, you will have acted.” Miura used the
sound of the rings to signal the moment to kiai.
Confronted with this, Miura’s
accomplice confessed, and Miura was
allowed to commit seppuku—ritual suicide.
Charlie
Kondek is a marketing professional, student of the Japanese arts of kendo and
iaido, and short story writer from metro Detroit. His work has previously
appeared at Yellow Mama, and such places as Dark Yonder, Black
Cat Weekly, and Hoosier Noir. More at CharlieKondekWrites.com.