Jack stared deep into Yamato's eyes, hunting for his first move.
'Most battles are won before the sword is drawn,' Sensei Hosokawa had
told Jack during one of their kenjutsu sessions. 'Defeat your enemy's mind,
you defeat their sword.'
Akiko had won her bokken match against Moriko, exacting a sweet
revenge with a three-nothing victory. Moriko's sneaky tactics in taijutsu had
incensed Akiko and she had fought without mercy.
Saburo, on the other hand, having lost so much confidence following his
fight with Yamato, was beaten by Raiden two–one. The Taryu-Jiai now
hung in the balance; either school could win.
Everything came down to Jack and Yamato.
Jack still couldn't believe Yamato was fighting against his father's own
school, but the dark thunderous look in Yamato's eyes made it clear that his
fight was with Jack. And Jack alone.
'Best out of three?' teased Jack, throwing down their old gauntlet.
Jack knew how Yamato thought and fought. He had been taught by him,
practised with him, been beaten by him. This time, Jack vowed it would be
Yamato's turn to lose.
Yamato snorted his disdain and without replying brought his kissaki in
line with Jack's.
'Hajime!' announced the official.
Yamato struck with the speed of a cobra. His bokken glanced off Jack's
own weapon and hurtled towards Jack's head.
Jack ducked under the blow, sweeping round to bring his own bokken
across Yamato's gut. Yamato quickly countered and blocked his strike. Jack
immediately pressed forward with another attack, but Yamato predicted it
and neatly side-stepped, bringing his own weapon down on to Jack's
leading sword arm.
'YAME!' called the official as the crowd applauded. 'Point to Yagyu!'
'I could see you thinking the move before you made it,' laughed Yamato.
'You haven't changed, Jack.'
'But you have,' replied Jack. 'You've lost face.'
Yamato fumed at the insult and even before the official had started the
next round, he launched his attack. It was exactly the reaction Jack had
hoped for. Yamato still couldn't control his temper, and when unsettled by
his emotions, Jack knew he would make fundamental errors of judgement.
Yamato's blows reigned down on Jack and there it was – Yamato's
mistake. He had stepped too close while winding up for a reverse cut and
Jack side-slipped and struck him forcefully across the belly.
'YAME!' called the official as Yamato crumpled to the floor, the crowd
emitting a loud mix of applause and jeering. 'Point to Niten Ichi Ryū!'
It was now match point.
The next encounter would decide the Taryu-Jiai. No one dared breathe.
The Butokuden became quieter than a temple. Masamoto and Kamakura
had both frozen in anticipation, like stone gods upon their thrones.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stretch and Jack and Yamato became
locked in an unseen battle, each seeking for the other's first move in their
minds. They moved in slow synchronized steps, mirroring each other's
stances, raising their bokken as one and levelling their kissaki.
'Hajime!' announced the official.
Their bokken clashed. Almost as if they were dancing, their feet swept
past one another, parries met strikes, strikes met parries, then as one they
spun on their heels and brought their weapons round for the kill.
Their arms collided, bokken striking simultaneously at one another's
necks.
'Draw!' shouted the official in astonishment.
Their eyes continued the fight. They were still the same boys who had
fought on the little bridge at Hiroko's house in Toba, but neither could deny
that they were now equally matched in skill.
Confusion reigned amongst the students. Could there be a draw in a
Taryu-Jiai? Of course not! How would the ultimate winner be decided
then? The official called for calm.
Jack and Yamato only stood down when the official stepped in between
them. The official then hurried over to Masamoto and Kamakura and began
to converse in hushed grave tones.
The whole crowd craned their necks, hopeful of catching a word of what
was being said.
After several minutes' intense discussion, the official scurried back to the
centre of the dojo.
'Samurai of the Niten Ichi Ryū! Samurai of the Yagyu-Ryū!' he
announced with great pomp and ceremony. 'By the power invested in me by
the Imperial Court, the Rite of the Jade Sword has been invoked.'
The crowd exploded in an uproar and the official was almost hoarse from
shouting by the time he managed to regain control.
'As deemed by Emperor Kammu, the father of Kyoto, the Rite of the
Jade Sword can be invoked upon the occasion of a draw in a Taryu-Jiai. It
has been agreed that the samurai who retrieves the Jade Sword from the
Sound of Feathers waterfall and presents the sword to the founder of their
school will be deemed the champion. We will commence the rite in four
sticks of time outside the Buddha Hall.'
The crowd broke up in feverish excitement.
The Rite of the Jade Sword had not been invoked for over a hundred
years. There had not been any need. In living memory, no schools had ever
drawn.