Outlaw: Champions of Kamigawa

CHAPTER 8

The lesser kami each began to stalk Toshi and Kobo, spreading out and inching closer amid a thoroughly unpleasant chorus of growls, whines, and clicks.

"Kobo," Toshi said. "You take the barbed wire and the bug. I'll deal with the I'll deal with the other one."

"Yes, oath-brother."

"Kobo?"

"Yes, oath-brother?"

"The Myojin of Rage called you 'ogreling' and said you had ogre's blood. Do you?"

Kobo's back straightened and his face shone with something approximating joy. "Yes, oath-brother. I ate and drank of Hidetsugu's own flesh upon achieving-"

"I know the ritual." Toshi wrinkled his nose. "Hidetsugu has described it to me. And that's why you're even stronger than you look?"

Kobo's odd look of pride and excitement widened. "It is."

"Good." He drew his jitte and showed it to Kobo. Then he gestured at an axe wound one of the akki had made in the bald youth's bicep. "May I?"

Kobo looked suspicious for a moment, but then he shrugged. Toshi wiped the length of his jitte across Kobo's arm, coating it with the apprentice's blood.

"Now then," Toshi said. "Let's defend ourselves. And don't get killed behind my back. I don't have time to avenge you and figure out what's going on."

Kobo's mouth flickered as close to a smile as Toshi had seen. "Don't worry about me."

Toshi nodded. Indeed, the ogre's apprentice seemed downright eager for the coming struggle.

A single flaming tendril of sharpened wire lashed out and coiled around Kobo's club. It tried to pull the weapon from the bald youth's grip, but he tightened his fists and dug his sandals into the sod. The wire remained taut as the kami reeled it in, drawing itself closer to Kobo as the youth stood firm.

The bug kami floated over this strange tug of war, orienting on Toshi. Its stinger tail curled up over its body, but Toshi guessed it could strike from below as well as above. Best to stay out of range in either case.

He started to sidestep, keeping his sword trained on the bug, but then the third kami lunged forward. Toshi still didn't have a clear idea of its shape and that concerned him. If he couldn't tell what it was, he couldn't tell how it would attack.

As the bug kami continued to float calmly toward him, Toshi saw the third tensing for another leap. Beside him, Kobo still strained to hang onto his club without being pulled in like a fish.

In a sudden flash of inspiration, Toshi yelled, "Switch!" and then sprang forward, already swinging his sword. The blade bit into the wire between Kobo and the flaming kami, hesitated, and then broke through.

The barbed wire kami recoiled and keened in pain as thick purple ichor spattered from its severed tendril. The wire around Kobo's club withered and fell away like dried ivy.

Kobo reacted quickly, drawing his club back as soon as Toshi cut it loose. The bald youth spun himself around, swinging the tetsubo overhead and bringing it down squarely on the third kami's back, just as the monster was about to spring on Toshi. The force of Kobo's blow cracked the thing's hard shell. Its body seemed to fold in half around the club as Kobo drove it down into the dirt.

Toshi ran under the scorpion-thing, which was still making its unhurried way across the clearing. Either it could not move quickly or it was saving its speed for a death blow from its stinger. In either case, Toshi had time to close the distance between himself and the barbed wire mass while the bug thing meandered closer.

A half dozen whip-like tendrils slashed at him as he approached, but Toshi protected himself with his jitte and the flat of his blade. The closer he got, the more tendrils he fought. As he slashed and hacked his way through, the kami retreated, rolling along the ground like a boulder.

Sensing a feint, Toshi stopped his advance. The thing rolled back another few feet, then rose up like a wave about to break, towering over the ochimusha. The kami spread itself out, covering a much wider area, and threw itself over Toshi like a blanket. He rolled clear, and as the kami gathered its mass for another charge, Toshi quickly scratched a series of kanji into the ash-covered ground.

The problem of how to kill a corporeal spirit without vitals or extremities had crossed his mind, raising a cold smile on his lips. He had spent a lifetime in Numai, among the nezumi-bito and the jushi. There was no shortage of methods for killing something without a blade or a club.

Behind him, Kobo was pounding the third kami into an even more unrecognizable shape. It had one of its mouths clamped on to the youth's calf, but its small, sharp teeth could barely puncture Kobo's skin. He had tasted Hidetsugu's flesh and so shared Hidetsugu's strength. Above them, the scorpion kami hovered closer, apparently convinced that Kobo was the greater danger. Toshi almost smiled again.

Instead, he finished the last line on the last kanji and rose to his feet. The barbed wire kami was rolling toward him, but cautiously. It sent wire tendrils ahead of the main mass, probing and inspecting the ground as it went. When it reached the edge of the first kanji on the ground, it stopped and hissed menacingly, but would advance no further.

"You're not as brainless as you look," Toshi called. "But then, you couldn't be." He waggled his jitte and his sword, but the kami would come no closer.

"The thing is, you don't actually need to step on this trap to trigger it." He held out the tip of his jitte, still stained with his own blood as well as Kobo's. He tossed the weapon into the air and then drew his short sword as the jitte stabbed deep into the ground, directly in the center of the last symbol.

A small black wind rose between Toshi and the kami. As the breeze blew ash and dust into Toshi's face, the characters he had carved rose into the air. The dark current carried the kanji to Toshi, swirled them around his head, and then sent them hurtling into the center of the barbed wire beast.

The symbols disappeared as they touched the kami's body. The thing keened again, its cries growing louder and more pained as the wind drove it back.

The flames surrounding the wire kami flickered and then grew dim. The wildly flailing ends of its tendrils slowed, and Toshi heard a harsh, cracking sound like ice breaking underfoot. A blackish-red patina of flaky grime spread out from where Toshi's symbols had touched the kami's body, and within seconds it became mired in a thick coating of rusty scabs.

Toshi watched the fiery points around the barbed wire slow, stiffen, and drop. Then he stepped forward, retrieved his jitte, and thumped the handle into the stiff, motionless mass of brittle wire. The dead kami collapsed and disintegrated like a dome of spun sugar.

He nodded to himself. Ogre's blood made strong magic, even when it was mixed with a human's.

Kobo shouted a warning that snapped Toshi back to the fight just as the scorpion kami struck. Toshi easily dodged the incoming stinger, which obliterated the remainder of the barbed wire kami's corpse.

Toshi leaped clear of a second strike, then a third. He had been correct: the scorpion kami was only slow when it moved between strikes. Once you were in range, it lashed out over and over until it scored. He flipped and rolled toward Kobo until he was clear. The last remaining kami turned and floated once more in their direction.

Toshi cocked his head. "So," he said, "that minor oni you mentioned? Time enough to summon it now?"

Kobo watched the scorpion kami. "Perhaps. I don't think we need it now, though."

"Humor me. I'll keep you safe."

Without another word, Kobo dropped into a cross-legged position, steepled his fingers, and balanced his forehead on them. While the ogre's apprentice chanted softly, Toshi stepped between Kobo and the kami.

The monster's stinging fly aspects reached them first, and Toshi swatted at them with his sword. Kobo was probably right: they didn't need an oni's help to win this battle. He preferred to be extra cautious when poison was involved, however, as a single scratch from the scorpion could mean another death for the hyozan reckoners to avenge. Or worse, the toxin could paralyze Kobo, and then Toshi would have to carry him.

Toshi paused, mentally noting the position of each swiftly buzzing fly. Then he waved his sword in a continuous, curving arc that rose up, down, then doubled back on itself. At the end of his swing, Toshi held his position, sword at the ready, feet wide and balanced. Before him, seven bisected stinging flies fell to the ground.

Toshi smiled. The scorpion kami was almost in range.

"Kobo? Any time you're ready."

Kobo stood. "I summon the dogs of war," he growled. "Blood-lust, brutality, and barbarism. As ogre serves oni, as human serves ogre, so will you serve me. Rise," he clapped his hands, "and make merry."

There was a flash, and a huge, feral shape appeared beside Kobo. Toshi realized he stood between it and the kami overhead, and smoothly slid out of the way.

The oni had the expected triple eyes and forward-sweeping horns, but it was not a humanoid shape. Instead, it was four-legged and as big as a bear. It was broad and bulky through the chest and shoulders, but its hips were thin and tapered over its spindly hindquarters. It was covered in thick, tough hide and had sharp spears of bone along its spine. Its armored chin came to a savage point, and caustic foam dripped from multiple rows of sharp, gnarled teeth.

The scorpion kami struck. The first sting punched into the oni-dog's shoulder, but did not penetrate to the vulnerable areas below. The second strike deflected off the oni's polished horn, leaving a deep scratch that was filled with venom.

On the third strike, the oni caught the scorpion's tail in its jaws and clamped down with a nauseous crunch. The kami let out an ear-splitting shriek. To Toshi's bemusement, the kami's stinger broke off in the oni's mouth as the bug-like thing rose high into the air.

Before he could celebrate or taunt, however, the kami sprouted another stinger from the end of its ruined tail. In seconds it was whole and complete as if it had never been wounded.

It also seemed to have picked up speed, now hovering and darting like a hummingbird. The new stinger dripped with fresh venom as the kami searched for an opening.

"Kobo." Toshi readied his jitte, just in case. "I'm not complaining, but do you think you could summon up something that could fly? We're only targets here."

Kobo actually smirked. "Trust me, oath-brother. As I trust you."

The oni turned its head and sniffed the air. It tensed its scrawny hind legs, filled its broad chest with air, and then sprang straight up.

The oni's bulk slammed into the floating kami and the brute latched onto the bug with both its massive forepaws and its multi-layered jaws. The kami shrieked again and tore at the oni with its stinger and its scythed forelimbs. One of the blades lodged in the oni's shoulder and broke off. The other carved long strips of flesh from the oni's back and ribs. In return, the oni was cracking the kami's exoskeleton and rending huge, ragged chunks from its soft innards. It let each new piece fall to the forest floor below, spattering the area with crimson gore.

As they fought, the oni's weight slowly dragged them back down to the ground. The kami's struggles began to slow, but the oni continued to savage its foe with unabated ferocity. If it felt the damage the bug had inflicted, it did not care.

By the time the oni's legs touched the ashen ground, the kami was already dying. It had lost the scythe end of one arm, and the other was slowly being amputated by the oni's crushing jaws. Its stinger had scored on the oni's belly a dozen times or more, to no visible effect. The oni settled onto the ground, still hauling down on the bug kami. It pinned its prey with one of its heavy forelimbs and, with a powerful wrench of its huge shoulders, tore the spirit beast in half.

Toshi nodded, impressed. He sheathed his weapons and slapped Kobo on the back.

"Well done, oath-brother. I knew-" Toshi stopped there, for the sound of the slaughter rose again, louder than before. Kobo's oni had won the fight, but it was not yet through with its opponent.

The oni burrowed into the kami's corpse like a badger in a beehive. Cloudy red blood and shards of exoskeleton flew as it tore the kami into pieces and then the pieces into scraps. For several long minutes, Toshi and Kobo watched silently as the oni dog spread the body of its enemy across half the clearing.

"Well," Toshi said at last, "you did tell it to make merry. Can you also make it stop?"

Kobo nodded. He clapped his hands again, and the oni's gore-flecked head rose out of the carnage.

"You honor me," Kobo said. "That honor will be repaid threefold. Your task is done. I did bid you rise, and now I do bid you: Depart."

The oni raised its head and howled. It held the note as its body began to fade. Toshi kept his eyes locked on the demon dog's gore-streaked muzzle, his hand on his swords.

The oni's howl lingered long after it had gone.

"I know you'd probably never presume to ask," Toshi said, "but I feel like I should say something. I really don't have any idea why all these kami know me by name and are out to get me."

Kobo shrugged. "Perhaps they see something we don't. Something you have forgotten or haven't yet done."

"That would make some sense," Toshi said. "I've gotten away with so much over the years. I guess it's only fair I take the blame for something I didn't do." He smiled. "At least the oni are on my side."

Kobo scowled. "Never believe that, oath-brother. Not for a second."

"All right, fine. Kami or oni alike confound me. And you religious, worshiping types have absolutely no sense of humor." He thought for a moment. "Say, oni are spirits, too, like kami. Could one of your spirits tell me why the others are chasing me?"

Kobo shook his head. "Too dangerous. I would not even try without my master here to supervise the ritual. And even if they did know, they would never tell you for free."

"Completely unlike the kami, of course." Toshi sighed. "Ah, well. Hidetsugu did send us out to solve this mystery on our own, didn't he?"

"He did, oath-brother."

"Then let's collect the gear we dropped back at the top of the hill. After that, we go deeper into the woods."

They scaled back up the heavily wooded hillside, and Toshi glanced back at the clearing. The remains of three kami and a handful of akki goblins were the only proof they had ever been there.

Once more, he wondered about the kami and their growing interest in him. He didn't understand why a powerful being of pure spirit would bother to cloak itself in flesh just for a shot at him or anyone else, for that matter. The Kami War was a fact of life, but he feared he would never understand why. Toshi was far from humble, but he knew that the ways of kami and the people who prayed to them were almost completely opaque to him.