Moto now resided in the northern most part of Japan. The empire was long gone and the emperor had gone too. He led a farmers life now. Life does come full circle, he uttered as he smoked a strong hashish in his pipe. Set out to the districts and find Chanaka, he aid to Aido. Aido his trusted helper set out on a horse to find Chanaka. He first set out on a horse and then when a horse would do no more, he jumped into more horsepower.
A few days later
There was a knock on the door. Marakashi reached for it and saw a samurai clad man with a straw hat on in front of him. "Who are you?" asked Marakashi.
"I'am Aido," he replied. "I come looking for Chanaka," he said as though he was the emperors messenger. Marakashi scratched his head and did not know what to do.
"Come on?" he half asked him and half invited him. Aido came inside and saw the interioirs of the house as though he had just seen a miracle. Marakashi assumed that he would seat himself on the couch and went to get Chanaka. When the both of them returned, they saw Aido looking at the couch as though it was a demon. "I told you," said Marakashi. Chanaka scratched his head.
"What does he want with me?' asked Chanaka
"You should ask him that," replied Marakashi with a sly smile.
"Hello, there!" said Chanaka.
"You? Chanaka?" asked Aido in a very ill mannered way.
"Yes," Chanaka replied
"Master calls for you," he simply said.
"You, come," said Aido pointing at Chanaka
"Who is your master?" asked Chanaka.
"And why does he want me?" asked Chanaka trying to be polite
"Master Moto calls for you," he said.
Marakashi and Chanaka stood still. They looked at each other with a large frown on their faces. Everyone knew who Moto was.
Chanaka grew dark, serious and silent. His heart grew into a never ending storm that could envelop the whole district with darkness. His eyes grew wary and angry, but he hid it well. No one in the history of the world contained a pain in his soul so deep that he would go on to hurt thousands of men with unjust. Killing their families right in front of each other. Tearing open the throat of fathers in front of their own children. Carrying the heads of women he had murdured in the streets parading it for all to see. Even his own army men shrieked in terror and turned their stomachs in disguist.
"Let's go," said Chanaka. Chanaka, shouted Marakashi. But Chanaka had made his mind up by then. Marakashi could not stop his brother any further. If it was anyone who could stand up to Moto, it was Chanaka.
"No luggage," asked Aido. No! firmly replied Chanaka.
"Ok, we go!" said Aido.