If anyone would tell me what Waya's last name is, it would be greatly appreciated. This fic was written without my knowledge of it so I will go through and change the errors when they are pointed out to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hikago.
Waya's grandfather, Raishi, was a wise old man, and also a very proficient Go player. When he was younger, he was a pro. Unfortunatly, that line of work proved too stressful for him in his old age. His family had feared that he would suffer a heart attack.
Raishi missed playing Go. The feel of the stones in his hands, the concentrated eyes of his opponent, the way it felt to have impossibly saved a cluster of stones from destruction, and steadily and silently moving up the ranks of Go, aiming for a Title.
One day, Raishi was extremely bored, and his 7 year old grandson Waya was coming over that afternoon. Suddenly an idea worked it's way into his mind. He could teach Waya Go, so that Raishi would be able to face an opponenet almost anytime.
A knock was heard at the door. "Grandpa, I'm here!" called Waya impatiently. "Hurry up and come to the door please!"
"Waya, Waya, calm down my boy. Where are your manners?" Raishi said.
"I left them at home." explained Waya bluntly. This was almost routine for these two. Waya acted rude and grouchy for the first few minutes of his visit, then he returned to his respectful, happy, and careless self.
"Waya, remember how I used to be a Go pro?" Raishi asked.
"Of course I do!" said Waya cheerfully, "You never stop talking about it."
"I have decided that in retirement, I want a new opponent." Raishi complained. "No one ever wants to play Go with me anymore."
"Why are you telling me this Grandpa?" Waya felt something in his head click. "Wait, are you going to teach me how to play?"
Raishi smiled. "It's about time I taught you something. I have to repay my favor to you. After all, you taught me how to play that video game you liked."
Not long afterwards, the two had a goban set up, and were ready to play. "So how do you play?" Waya asked.
Raishi started at the beginning. "The black stones go first, and the object of the game is to capture stones, and gain territory." While talking, Raishi had set up an easy tsumego. "This is a stone capturing game. The idea is to either protect the endangered stones, and to find the only way to live, or to capture your opponent's stones. You should have no problem solving these if you are indeed my grandson."
Waya took that as an insult. "I'm still going to be your grandson even if I can't solve these 'simple' puzzles, and you will just have to live with it. Ha!" he said triumphuntly. "Don't worry though. I never lose, not even at an old man's game."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Waya, you won't even play a game against me today. But, if you finish all of these tsumego by the next week," Raishi paused, to hand Waya a heavy book full of the go puzzles. "then we can play a teaching game the next time you come over."
Normally, bribing the kid with a go game wouldn't be a good way to forceably introduce the child to go. However, Waya was a competative person by nature. He didn't want to lose any game, even if only 'old men' played it. He would probably finish the tsumego within the first three days, and then spend the rest of his time researching go prodigies, and studying kifu. Remember, this kid is only 7 years old. He has not shown if he will put his competative trait to good use. Hopefully he won't be too sore of a loser when he loses one day.
Waya's house; During the week
"Waya, it is far past your bedtime." Waya had been taking a light nap on the computer desk. "Oh he's alseep. What was he doing on the computer that actually kept him quiet this afternoon?" She sighed and carried him into his room.