Chapter 9: Launch
Anotsu could hear the birds outside. The sun shone into the room, the shade of the trees outside making patterns on the wall. It was a beautiful day.
Seated on the floor in front of him were five of the country's deadliest men. Araya and Higa were discussing something he could not make out. The others just sat minding their own business. Magatsu studied the blade of his sword.
"I suppose none of you are wondering why I called this meeting." Anotsu didn't raise his voice. If he had needed to, he wouldn't be worthy to sit there.
Five cold gazes turned towards him.
"We're starting next week, gentlemen. The reason I didn't call you all later is that I will be away, arranging alternate quarters for you. Most is done, though. Next week, it starts, and this dojo will no longer be a safe haven for any of you from that on. I don't need to explain why."
He studied them, his face expressionless.
"You are the core of the new Itto-ryu. We are here to develop a reputation, with all that that entails. We are here to spread fear. " He carefully avoided sounding too eager, but it was growing slightly difficult. He went silent for a second, then continued:
"This country is run by men who see their swords' blades as no more than something to admire their own faces in. They're soft to the core, filled with nothing but greed and the notion of their own 'honor'. I'm not convinced Japan's enemies will be impressed by the collective seppuku they will commit if war strikes." An occasional chuckle. Some vague smiles.
"How can they be prepared for war if they do not know death, pain, fear or danger?" he continued, paused again, and then his lips quirked in a slight smile.
"Let's introduce it to them."
He was rewarded with five cold grins.