A perimeter had been placed and officers were sent out, though ultimately, the wait wasn't long. Due to a personnel change, Koshijiro was filling in for jail liaison. It was only for the remainder of the week, until the usual designated officer returned to duty. And thankfully so. The chief jailer was a haughty man, who believed that everyone had something to answer for and would gladly unveil it to the world. He was waxing on about prominent criminals, while guiding Koshijiro through.
In short, conditions were not good. There were puddles from where the roof had leaked, and a dense smell of mold. The cell floors were covered in straw, punctuated with darkened stains. It appeared that the only effort at improving the jail in the last ten years was given to the heavy metal locks. Koshijiro made a mental list, intending to properly document everything later. He recognized most of the surly, staring faces, the gang members that had been apprehended.
"I'll have this town on a string!" A shout came from further down, and there was a commotion to subdue him. Koshijiro caught a brief glimpse at who it was: glasses set upon a pointed face, oily hair. Takeda Kanryuu was lost in a rant, and fortunately, he didn't seem to notice Koshijiro as he was struggling against the crowd of officers.
Given the disruption, the tour's pace was increased, but Koshijiro forced them to a halt. Inside one of the cells, there was the boy from the forest. He seemed calmer than before; in fact, he looked bored with his current situation.
"That's the lost child." Koshijiro said. "He was found?"
"Oh, that's him? He was arrested because he was picking through the trash behind a food stall."
"And what about his cellmate?" The figure on the opposite end was unfamiliar but just as young. This boy seemed more proper, wearing a small hat and sitting patiently. However, his hopeful eyes never left the men.
"Inoue Aran is from Yoshiwara, a prostitute's child. We found him trying to stow away on one of the ships bound for America."
"Do either of them have family?"
"No, Inoue claims his mother died of influenza a few years ago, and the other, Ashitaro, said he was from Hasegawa. We have descriptions from that area, mentioning a notorious thief. So, he was a bad child."
"All I see is a hungry child. Two, in fact. Take them out of there."
"But they committed crimes."
"Then, please show the paperwork to me." The jailer had to acquiesce, though grudgingly so. Now that he had plenty of experience, Koshijiro could easily locate the loopholes. Before noon, he was walking the boys out, into the summer day.
"Um, thank you so much!" Aran bowed, keeping a tight grip on his hat. "I'm very grateful, Kamiya-san."
"It was no trouble."
First and foremost, he informed the station that there was no need to continue the search. Then, he took them back to the dojo, to clean up. Ashitaro needed very little coaxing to jump into the tub, but Aran was a different story. He was fine with scrubbing his hands but adamantly refused anything further.
"I'm already clean, so I don't need a bath!" It was a blatant lie. The jail gave no regard to hygiene.
Koshijiro studied him. "Please tell me the truth. I won't punish you, I only want to understand why. Are you afraid of water?"
"N-no…ah, Ashitaro!"
The other boy had slipped just under the water, the surface bubbling. Aran hurried over and pulled Ashitaro by the arm. Ashitaro flailed and splashed, his expression utterly disappointed.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You were drowning!"
"I was holding my breath. And what happened to your hair?" Some of the water had reached Aran's head and as the drops streamed down his face, they left dark trails. In the dim light, Aran's hair was pale. Very pale.
Aran grabbed the strands, whimpering when he saw his hands came away smeared black. "Okaa-san used to say my father was a foreigner, that I have hair like his. Are you going to throw me out now?"
"No, of course not. My mother-in-law's hair was quite like yours. Even if your father was a foreigner, you have done nothing wrong. If it makes you feel better, we can dye your hair again. After you bathe." He pointedly added.
"…okay." Aran finally agreed. "Do you live by yourself, Ojii-san?"
"No. The rest of my household is in Kyoto and won't return for some time."
"What are they doing?" Ashitaro asked. "I was just there a few days ago."
"They just finished important work, to preserve this country's safety and peace, and it was a hard-fought battle. I'm not sure how much you noticed if you were in the area. But how did you get from Kyoto to here?"
"I ran. Fast." He nonchalantly replied, like it was nothing special. Then, he pointed to Koshijiro's left. "What happened to your arm?"
"Was it a gun?" Aran joined in. "Have you ever used one?"
Their questions occupied the rest of the time spent in the bathhouse, and even while they were getting dressed. The only clothes in their sizes were kenjutsu uniforms, and while Aran picked at the loose threads on his, Ashitaro didn't seem to mind at all.
"This is a sword school?" Ashitaro surveyed the dojo.
"Yes, this is Kamiya Kasshin, which teaches the use of the sword to protect people. Are you interested in learning?"
He shook his head. "I already have a master. Or had. He's dead now."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"But I know how to use a sword." He seemed very sure of this. "So I can handle the basics."
"That's good to know. Thank you for telling me." He turned to Aran, who was pulling his hat down over his temples. "What were you using to blacken your hair?"
"Shoe polish." It must have been contaminated, if it was easily removed by water.
"...let's try to find a better alternative." But before they could, the boys' stomachs loudly called for a detour to the Akabeko.
Tae actually recognized Ashitaro. "I think I've seen you once or twice, when I was taking out the trash."
"Oh, yeah. I've dug up some of the leftovers. They're good."
She blinked at that revelation but quickly recovered. "Well, food tastes much better when it's freshly made. What would you like? It's summer, so we have our seasonal menu. Today's lunch special is somen noodles with side dishes of chilled tofu and goma-ae, vegetables in sesame sauce." She explained.
It did sound delicious, and three sets were ordered. Ashitaro scarfed down his portion in no time, and that wild look in his eyes returned. His gaze then darted to Koshijiro's noodles, but Tae was pleased as she brought over another serving. Meanwhile, Aran had noticed Tsubame and attempted to call her over. However, he was stopped by Koshijiro, telling him to leave her to her work. Also, Yahiko would have been grinding his teeth, if he was present.
After the dishes were emptied and cleared, Koshijiro generously tipped Tae. "Thank you, Sekihara-san. Everything was excellent."
"I'm glad to hear it." She beamed. "Take care! Give everyone in Kyoto my regards, I'm sure Kaoru will be happy to have more students."
"Well, that hasn't been finalized yet."
To be honest, their lack of interest wasn't very promising. It was becoming likelier and likelier, that Kamiya Kasshin was not the path for them. Aran was more inclined to scholarly pursuits, while Ashitaro needed far more attention than swordsmanship alone could give. Both of them required diligent upbringing, and as much as he was concerned for them, he wasn't sure whether he could provide that at the moment. As they walked to the market, he continued to ponder over the matter.
"Kamiya-sensei! Is that you?" At the voice, he turned, only to be immediately clapped on the back by a burly figure. A sun-weathered, grizzled face broke into a wide smile. "It's been a while! Four years?"
When he recovered his breath, Koshijiro greeted the man. "Takeuchi-sensei. I was unaware you were in Tokyo." Takeuchi had also taught kenjutsu in Chiba, before traveling to Hokkaido to start a new branch. They had attended a few tournaments in the past, and Koshijiro thought highly of the school he regarded as a distant cousin to Kamiya Kasshin. They caught up, with Koshijiro briefly sharing the story of his amputation upon Takeuchi's puzzled look.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm glad to see you're alive. I was visiting the main school, to pay my respects to an old friend who didn't make it. I'm here until the end of the week, before I return to Hakodate." He noticed the boys and smiled. "Are these your students?"
Koshijiro quietly explained the situation. Takeuchi hummed, looking over them.
"So, you're interested in the sword, huh? If you'd like, I can take you with me to Hokkaido. I'm just an old bachelor, but I can teach you how to hunt and fish as well."
Ashitaro perked up at that. "We can eat the things we catch?"
"It's harder than you think, but mostly, yes. Would you like to come with me, when I leave on Friday?"
"Sure."
"…I'll go if Ashitaro is." Aran reluctantly agreed.
Given that he was lodging with a friend, Takeuchi was unable to take them before his voyage. But he insisted on giving 'money for groceries', depositing a full bag of coins into Aran's hands. Before Koshijiro could say anything more, his friend was already crossing the street, saying. "I'll find some warmer clothes for you! See you later!"
"Is he going to come back?" Ashitaro was doubtful.
"He can be impulsive, but he's honest." Koshijiro said. "Let's continue. If either of you find something you like, tell me."
Hair dye apparently came in miniscule, overpriced bottles. The vendor was a shrewd haggler, under the impression that it was for Koshijiro's gray hairs. It was slightly annoying.
As he paid for the expensive item, Aran had drifted off to a nearby couple in their thirties, selling books. He was so engrossed in perusing, he didn't notice the sudden gust of wind. His hat went flying, and he cried out, doubling over to hide. The woman automatically covered his head, as the man chased after the hat. He brushed it off, and he set it more securely over Aran's head.
Koshijiro rushed over. "Aran-kun, are you alright?"
"Y-yes…" Tears gathered in his eyes, he was so shaken.
"And thank you, for looking after him." He addressed the couple.
"You're welcome. Is he your son?" The woman asked.
"No, he's in my custody for the week. I'm Kamiya."
The man introduced himself. "I'm Wada Norihiko, and this is my wife, Yuri. Aran-kun, was it? You're of mixed blood, aren't you?" The question wasn't accusatory. "I once had a sister. We were poor then and she was sold. Um…" He swallowed. "If she was sent to the foreign quarters, she could have had a child like you. Where is your mother?"
"She's dead."
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry." He rapidly blinked. "Do you not have any family?"
"No one wants me." Aran tugged at his hat, frowning.
"But even if you're half foreign, you're also half Japanese." The reply was gentle, as his wife knelt to meet Aran at eye-level.
"I've met all kinds of people and I've learned it doesn't matter what you look like." She took his hands. "If you come with us, we'll look after you and teach you everything we can. This country is beautiful, so please don't give up on it."
Koshijiro asked. "Aran-kun? Would you like to stay with Ashitaro-kun, or would you rather travel with this couple?"
He hesitated. "I…I don't know. I like books, but Ashitaro would be alone…"
"Go." Ashitaro spoke up. "Don't worry about me, I like eating more than books. Let's do what we like on our own, and when we're older, we'll meet again."
"If it's meant to be, your paths will cross." Koshijiro added. "And as a wise person once told me, some opportunities only come once, so you should reach out for them."
"…Alright. I'll take a good look at this country first, before I head for America." He still hadn't given up on his ultimate goal, but this was a better decision than stowing away on another ship.
The couple was currently staying at an inn, but Koshijiro told them to stop by the dojo when they were ready. That evening, Aran blackened his hair again, though the entire bottle was used. He didn't seem to mind very much, the booksellers' words ringing true.
The following day, Koshijiro heard there was an incident at the jail. One of the rookies gave the story.
"We found a group trying to break in, but they must have had poison, because the next thing we knew, they were dying." Tomita grimaced. "Sorry, Kamiya-san. The only person who didn't commit suicide was the youngest." She was of a similar age to Ashitaro and Aran. Her name was Kubota Asahi, and that was the only other thing she had said since she had been taken into custody.
"I have arrangements for the other children, I can take her in for the week and see if she's amenable to joining one of them."
"Yeah, that'd be great! To be honest, I don't want her to stay there. It's no place for a little lady."
He had to agree, especially with the unpleasant jailer who raved and ranted about breaking and entering. After fifteen minutes, Koshijiro's patience ran dry and he nonchalantly mentioned the press. The implication of publicity earned him begrudging silence and the keys.
Asahi was a bright-eyed girl with delicate features. She didn't flinch when Koshijiro unlocked her holding cell. "Am I free to go?"
"You are, but I'd like to find a home for you. I have two boys in my care; one will be going to Hokkaido with a friend of mine and the other will be traveling with a couple who sells books for a living. Would you be interested in joining either of them?"
She shrugged.
The wall of her indifference was a setback. "I'm not sure what other options are there. School, perhaps?"
"School?" She echoed. Obviously, that had caught her interest.
"Would you like to go to school and learn?"
"Ye-" Her gaze clouded over. "Never mind. I can't read or write."
Aran's voice suddenly interrupted. "I can teach you!" He and Ashitaro must have grown bored of waiting, because they were standing in the hallway. "I'm already teaching Ashitaro, we've already written his new name."
On cue, Ashitaro held up a piece of paper, with freshly inked kanji. The 'bad child' was now the 'child of tomorrow'. It was a welcome improvement. "I did it in ten minutes."
"That's ten minutes of progress though!" Aran gave it a positive spin. "And even though we'll be leaving soon, we can go over all the kana before then!"
She seemed receptive, and at last, she nodded. "Then, I'll join you until I can go to school. I do like the uniforms."
While Koshijiro endured the administrative work, the three huddled together on a bench. Aran began with the basics, writing hiragana and going over each in turn. For the most part, they were diligent. Asahi did tilt her head at Ashitaro, scrutinizing him, and her focus drew his attention.
He crossed his arms. "What?"
"Hmm. I was supposed to look for someone, but I'm not sure if you're who he is." Then, she smiled. "Well, it doesn't matter now! I'm going to start a new life, and shine!"
It was raining lightly when he completed the paperwork for Asahi's release, and he held an umbrella over the children. Outside the station, there was a young woman in Western clothing, frowning as she tried to keep her skirt dry under the eaves.
Koshijiro addressed her. "Miss, are you waiting for someone?"
"Oh, no. I'm just taking shelter for the moment. That's nice of you to ask though." She studied his face for a moment, before her features broke into a grin. "Kamiya-jiisan? Do you remember me? Ichikawa Hitomi, from Chiba!"
It had been years, but her voice had not changed very much, now that he listened more. The daughter of a prominent merchant, she was one of Kaoru's childhood friends. She had moved to Tokyo around the same time the Kamiyas had, before her father's work summoned her family abroad. She had recently returned to Japan, and she inquired after Kaoru.
"Kyoto?! What happened to her?"
"She's visiting some ill friends. I'm sorry you missed her, but she's well. She's the new master of Kamiya Kasshin."
"That's amazing. Tell her I'm happy for her. And who are these little ones? Kaoru's younger brothers and sister?" She looked at them curiously.
"No, they unfortunately have no family to speak for them. They are temporarily staying with me until Friday. Ashitaro-kun will be living with one of my old friends, while Aran-kun plans to travel with another couple. We are still searching for a place for Asahi-chan." The girl was staring at Hitomi's ensemble with wide interested eyes.
"Is that so? I'd take you if I could, but my living situation isn't stable. My father's work is about to end, and we're not sure where we're moving yet. I hope it's here, but it wouldn't be fair to you if we uproot you again. Not to mention we're rarely home during the day…oh, I'm sorry, little one, but it can't be helped." Hitomi noticed Asahi's slump of disappointment. She impatiently tapped a foot and stared at the gray clouds in thought before exclaiming. "Aha! I have a relative in Yokohama. She's well-off, but her children are grown and she's been lonely ever since her husband passed away. She'd like a companion; I think a girl like Asahi would be a good fit. Old enough to not need constant attention, still young enough to be educated. And dressed up! What do you think, Asahi-chan?"
"It sounds nice." She tried to appear aloof, but her smile couldn't be stifled.
"Excellent! I'll send a telegram this afternoon."
Koshijiro felt very fortunate, to have run into Kaoru's friend. "That would be very kind of your relative, if she were to accept."
"I'm sure she will. She's the gentlest woman I know, I've never heard her raise her voice. I'll do my best to convince her and let you know as soon as possible." They exchanged contact information, the matter settled. "If I happen to be in town again, I hope to see Kaoru."
"Thank you, and I think she'd be glad to see you too." Pleased at how events had turned out, Koshijiro led the three children home. Asahi was given her privacy in the bathhouse, before nightfall. Dinner was fairly quiet, but afterwards, the trio played cards in a fast-paced game. Each round ended with a demand for the next and subsequent reshuffling; he had to remind them multiple times that it was time for bed. However, it was reassuring they were acting their age. Youth was fleeting, after all.
Two mornings later, their time together came to a close. He had already let Takeuchi know that only Ashitaro would be going to Hokkaido, and he had received a telegram from Hitomi's relative, finalizing the agreement and that there was a nearby girls' school. After breakfast, he wrote the children's names on wooden plaques.
"These will remain here, to show that you're always welcome at the Kamiya dojo. If you are in any trouble or simply want to visit, don't hesitate to knock."
For a moment, they stared at him, before they answered in a staggered chorus. "Okay!"
Hitomi met them at Shimbashi Station, to whisk Asahi off to Yokohama. She was in another fine Western outfit, and she gave a note to Koshijiro. "It's for Kaoru-chan, I'd love to exchange letters with her."
"I'll give it to her tomorrow. Thank you again. Asahi-chan, I wish you well."
Her round eyes blinked at him, before she shyly bowed. "Thank you very much." As the train pulled away, the girls waved out the window.
Upon their return to the dojo, the Wada couple was already waiting for Aran. He and Ashitaro shook hands, in reminder of their promise. To Koshijiro, he said. "I've been practicing my kanji, so I can write too!"
"I look forward to it. Travel safely, Aran-kun." The new family said their goodbyes, before they continued on their way. Aran only looked back once, but he seemed to have a bounce in his step.
Now, only Ashitaro was left. Koshijiro took the opportunity to broach the topic. "So, when I first saw you, you were in the forest. You appeared rather frantic."
"I was just keeping something safe. It's the last thing I have left from my master." He didn't seem inclined to share more than that, looking pensive, and Koshijiro did not want to press him further.
Takeuchi met them at the harbor, for he had been gathering his own supplies for the long journey ahead. He set down his bag, wiping sweat off his brow. "Thanks for waiting, Kamiya-sensei."
"It was no trouble. Have you finished all of your preparations?"
"I did, even in this heat. Phew, it's killin' me. Hokkaido's much cooler than this." He informed Ashitaro. "Well, have you changed your mind?"
"Nope. I still want to go."
"Good! Kamiya-sensei, I'll send a message letting you know we made it."
"I'd appreciate that. You're in good hands, Ashitaro-kun, so take care."
"Thanks. Oh, and uh," He beckoned Koshijiro closer. "I'll come back someday, don't worry!"
He suspected it was for the memento the boy had buried, but he only reiterated. "The Kamiya dojo will always be open for you."
The horn on their ship blared, and the pair boarded, Takeuchi confidently placing Ashitaro on his shoulders. Their figures disappeared, and soon enough, they were sailing out of Tokyo Bay.
Koshijiro sighed in relief. All three of them would be cared for, and someday, they'd look upon their rough pasts as distant memories. They had been frogs in a well, unaware of the wider world and what it had to offer. Hopefully, they would grow into accomplished young adults.
As he approached home, he almost bumped into a traveler, who quickly moved out of the way. He wasn't any taller than Himura but he also had the bearing of a swordsman, though only a wooden baton was in his belt. He tipped his conical hat, in apology. "Sorry, sir." He had a boyish face, unshaven and complete with a wide smile.
"It's no trouble." He went to unlock the gate.
The stranger hadn't left, reading the sign. "This is the Kamiya dojo?"
"Yes, it is."
"Oh, I see. It really is a nice place." He gave Koshijiro a thoughtful look, before smiling again. "Goodbye, sir!"
"Goodbye." It was odd, but there wasn't any sense of danger around this young man as he headed north.
At the Shirobeko, they were in the waning phase of the lunch rush. Most of the others were out, but Kaoru and Yahiko were helping. They had been given the staff's uniforms too, complete with aprons. Out of courtesy for the guests, they spoke in the yard.
"I wanted Sano to join us." The boy griped. Because he wasn't strong enough yet to carry anything, his only task was wiping down tables. "He always laughs when he sees us wearing…these clothes. But noooo, he said he'd escort Megumi to the hospital, she wanted to do some research and learn more about new medicines."
"It's part of her job, so that's understandable. By the way, this is for you." He handed over Tsubame's written reply, which he had picked up that morning, and Hitomi's to his daughter. "And Kaoru, I happened to meet one of your old friends."
She read the envelope, her eyes widening. "Hitomi? I thought she went to America. How…?"
"It's a long story, and I don't want to keep you from your responsibilities."
But Sae, holding her letter from Tae, urged them to take their leave early, the floor was manageable now that it was slowing down. Upstairs would give them some privacy, and they could see Himura.
"He's much better." Kaoru said and indeed, he was.
His bandages had remained in place, but he was propped up on fewer pillows and he inclined his head without any trace of weakness. "How are you, Kamiya-dono?"
"I've been well. There wasn't a dull moment." He told the story of the three children, from the initial encounter in the woods to safely seeing them off.
"I really thought they would have made good students, but I understand." Kaoru conceded. "Yahiko, I guess you're still the only one for now."
"Uh-huh." He was distracted, discreetly reading Tsubame's letter ever since the Akabeko was mentioned. Then, he refolded it and stood up. "Er, I'm gonna go buy something. A snack."
"You just ate." She pointed out.
"And I'm hungry again after working!"
"This is a restaurant, we always have food here!"
"Not the kind I'm looking for!" He rushed out, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
"How much do you want to bet, that he's actually finding a souvenir for Tsubame-chan?" She shook her head.
"He most likely is." Himura gave a light laugh, as much as he could with his wounds.
"He's too much. Anyway, I should write back to Hitomi. Let me do that, before I forget." She excused herself, leaving the two of them with each other.
Fortunately, Himura spoke first. "Kamiya-dono, this one did not say so before, but thank you for your work in Tokyo."
"It was all I could do at home, even if it was unnecessary in the end."
"Did Eiji-kun arrive safely?"
"Yes, he did. It is concerning that the man who sent him has disappeared, though it doesn't seem like he's dead."
"No." He agreed. "This one believes Saito has his reasons for acting alone. In the Shinsengumi, he was responsible for uncovering spies. During and after the war, he lost even more of his comrades, and they still lost. From his suffering, he has become hardhearted and devoted to his work."
"Work is productive, but it's not the cure. The true remedy for loneliness is to have people around you, who truly care for you and to be cared for in turn." Koshijiro answered. "Kaoru reminded me of that, after my wife passed away."
"Kaoru-dono has reminded this one as well." Himura lowered his gaze, smiling to himself.
Before he could segue into asking about Himura's intentions, the door opened. He expected Kaoru, but instead, he looked up into the cheerful face of Makimachi.
"Hello, Kamiya-san! I couldn't help overhearing, but I totally agree with you. That's why I'm still writing notes for Aoshi-sama."
"Has he recovered a little?"
Her smile froze. "Well...we're getting there."
Himura kindly changed the subject. "Kamiya-dono, if you saw Eiji-kun, you must have met Saito's wife."
"Oh, yeah! What did she look like?!" Makimachi demanded. "Was she a Boddhisatva?"
Would a Bodhisattva have drawn a pistol on him? "She seemed strong-willed and kind enough to take in a young boy of no relation. What's the reason for your impression?"
"She married Saito. Of course, she'd have to be a saint to put up with him!"
Himura was serious too. "That's the only way their marriage would have lasted."
Confused, Koshijiro said. "I have never seen them together, but she's certainly patient."
"What are you even talking about?" Kaoru had returned, and after she was brought to speed, she was just as surprised. "Eh?! He's married?"
Koshijiro had not written of Tokio or her son, to protect them. "His wife also expressed admiration for you, since she heard you're the head of the school now."
"Geez, is that what people are saying?" But she blushed, and Himura noticeably directed his smile towards her.
Sagara and Takani returned in the late afternoon, along with Yahiko, who had a small wrapped package he was desperately trying to hide as he sprinted to the upper floor.
"Quick, let's guess on what it is." Sagara grinned. His arm was still in its sling, with 'evil' to match the one on his back. "Maybe, it's a painting? Tsubame-chan likes art."
"Mizu yokan would still be good, even until we return." Takani was sure it was the traditional agar sweet.
"If it's food, it could be konpeito." Kaoru played along, naming the star-shaped confection. "What do you think, Otou-san?"
"Perhaps, a toy. They haven't outgrown such things yet." He wasn't confident though.
Makimachi had been listening with interest. "Oh? Yahiko-kun's got a sweetheart in Tokyo?" By the mischievous gleam in her eyes, she was planning to hold the information over his head.
While the rest went to wash up for the evening, Takani spoke in an aside to Koshijiro. "Has there been any news from Aizu?"
"Not yet. I was notified that they received the information, but nothing beyond that. Dr. Gensai also gives his regards, and that everyone is in good hands." The doctor was working as usual, though he lamented that it was easier with Takani around to help patients.
She was crestfallen at first, but she squared her shoulders. "I won't be satisfied until they're back to full strength. When we return, there are some formulations I'd like to discuss with Dr. Gensai."
The Akabeko's summer special must have been inspiring, because a similar menu was offered, with the seasoning adjusted to the liking of the Kyoto denizens. In order to make room for the Shirobeko's customers, their group had dinner in the upstairs hallway. Himura was also able to partake, by leaving his door open. Kaoru was sitting next to him, in case he spilled something. Koshijiro deliberately took her other side, to her obvious displeasure, and he was close enough to hear their conversation. She was telling him about Yahiko's gift, describing the box's appearance so he could make his own guess.
"The most likely options seem to have been taken." Himura gave his harmless smile. "This one can only think of paper, since we have exchanged so many letters."
"That's pretty good, actually." Kaoru was encouraging.
Yahiko was too far to hear them, and he was more focused on eating anyway. Sagara hadn't achieved his goal; he was forced to use a spoon after dropping his second pair of chopsticks and scowled as he shoveled food into his mouth. Takani was stacking some of the plates, her expression neutral from inward contemplation. The Oniwabanshuu had taken point by the top of the stairs; repairs had begun at the Aoiya and they would be moving to a closer location tomorrow.
Makimachi insisted that she would still be visiting. "And when the Aoiya reopens, you can come stay with us!"
"Sounds good to me." Yahiko was eager at the prospect of not wearing an apron. "If we can move Kenshin."
"That may not be for some time." Takani warned. "And the rooster-head is also trying to push his boundaries too early."
"Oi! I'm getting better!"
Kaoru interrupted. "Well, at the rate Kenshin's recovering, we might only be here until the end of the month. When it gets closer to then, why don't you just stay for a few days, Otou-san? It's easier than traveling back and forth."
"I'll consider it when you've settled on a departure date. The most important thing is that everyone recovers."
"But if you do stay, we'll take you on a tour of Kyoto!" Makimachi offered. "Right, Jiiya?"
Okina stepped towards them, so he didn't have to raise his voice. "Yes, definitely. Have you ever visited before all of this happened?"
"Over ten years ago, when the shogun's forces first reached Toba." According to the staff, that ward was some distance away from the Shirobeko.
"You were there as well, Kamiya-dono. This one was on the frontlines." Himura quietly remarked, and familiar pain surged in his expression.
"Is that so? You most likely had the worst of it. I was further back, with others from Chiba." Among the thousands of men, he had not glimpsed a redhead at all. When he tried to think back, there was a crowd of bloodied faces, screaming-
"It's better that we've met now." Kaoru's gentle words stopped the flow of memories, and she raised her bowl. "And we're still working hard, so we should eat before it gets cold!" She resumed taking bites of her dinner, and Koshijiro followed her cue. As expected of his daughter, she knew how to bring the present back to awareness. It evidently worked on Himura too, because he blinked and renewed his grasp on his spoon. He glanced at Kaoru, the corner of his mouth pulling in a soft smile.
Then, Shinomori's door opened, and his tall figure stood at the threshold, drawing everyone's attention. The only noise was the background clamor of the dining area.
"Aoshi-sama!" Makimachi scrambled to her feet, almost knocking over her cup. "U-um, how are you? Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Or were we too loud?"
The questions came in a torrent, but he didn't seem to mind. In a low voice, he said. "I thought I could join for dinner. If I'm not interrupting."
"You aren't! Yahiko-kun, move aside. Can we get another plate?" She searched among the scattered dishes for a clean one.
Shinomori sat on his heels, just outside of his room, and his head was bowed as he accepted his portion. But this was a start. Makimachi was brimming with nervous energy, obviously happy at his appearance and afraid of scaring him away.
"Aoshi, it is good to have you with us." In Okina's face, there was only relief. Behind him, the Oniwabanshuu exchanged hopeful looks.
He didn't respond at first, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was ignoring his mentor. "…I've made mistakes. I haven't found a new path yet."
"There's no rush!" Makimachi was quick to reassure him. "Take your time, especially since we won and we're overseeing the Aoiya's repairs. So, you can just heal up and meditate and join us for dinner every night!"
He gave the barest of nods, his gaze flitting to her and then Okina. He never fully met either of their gazes.
"Ooh, and because the city was under threat, the Tanabata festival was pushed back a couple weeks. We should all go!" That led to a discussion about the upcoming event, and the Kyoto side enthusiastically described past celebrations before cleaning up.
As they prepared to turn in for the night, Koshijiro retrieved Kaoru's letter, as well as Sae's. Yahiko reported that he didn't have anything at the moment; he was obviously saving his gift to deliver it personally.
"Just tell Tsubame that I'm doing alright and thanks."
"Very well. Sagara-san, would you like me to take anything to Tokyo?"
"Nah, I'm good. Wait, actually, if you could find one of Katsu's newspapers, I'd appreciate it."
Considering it was criticizing the government, a copy would be difficult to find. "I'll see what I can do, or I can pay him a visit, if that's what you're asking."
"Katsu doesn't really like to be bothered, and he doesn't know you that well. So, you don't have to. It's not a big deal, I'm just curious." He gracelessly flopped onto his futon. "With so much going back and forth, can't you just take that vacation now?"
"I'm fine, and I was occupied, so I never formally requested time off. I also need to have my hair trimmed."
His daughter couldn't help overhearing, and she peered out of the girls' room to enthusiastically offer. "Otou-san, let me do it! It shouldn't take too long."
"Thank you, Kaoru." He followed her instructions, sitting in the hall with a bedsheet tied around his neck. She had procured the scissors from downstairs, and with a cheerful attitude, she prepared to cut.
"How much do you want off?"
"Perhaps, this should be enough." He placed two fingers' width against his hairline.
"Alright!" She began to hum a spontaneous melody, and he was reminded of how decades ago, his mother had done the very same thing. Pretend to be a statue, she'd order, before singing to distract him.
"I found a picture of your grandmother. Your grandfather's work."
"Really? I can't wait to see it, Ojii-san used to tell stories about her. Like how they met when he was sleeping by the river, and she poked him with a stick, because he was getting in the way of the local fishers. I thought that was funny."
"He told you that, when you were little?" He had been unaware of that tale, until he was a teenager.
"Otou-san, keep looking straight ahead. Yeah, I was practicing my sewing and I hated pricking myself with the needle. But Ojii-san was trying to be encouraging, so he mentioned Obaa-san's talent and I was curious about what she was like."
Himura was still awake, his door ajar. He had not spoken, but his eyes showed keen interest, and Koshijiro filled him in. "My mother was not my father's wife, and she primarily worked as a seamstress. Their relationship was affectionate but complicated by their differences in social status."
"Ah, so that was your reason for fighting against the shogunate?" He remembered their conversation, after the late Minister Okubo had visited the dojo.
"Yes. Even if my parents' story had reached a final conclusion, I believed change was still necessary for the future." The cut strands were tickling his face as they fell, and he resolved to remain still, closing his eyes. "As for the picture, I left it on the altar."
There was some rustling as Himura addressed Kaoru. "It sounds as if you take after your grandmother, Kaoru-dono. Especially in approaching strangers for the first time."
At this teasing, she exclaimed. "Geez, Kenshin! You had to bring that up again!"
"This one couldn't help remembering." He gave a soft laugh.
That must have been an allusion, but Koshijiro couldn't think of what instance Himura was referring to, and he was further prevented from asking.
"Otou-san, don't talk or you'll get a mouthful of your own hair." So, he feigned being a statue, as the scissors moved around the circumference of his head. Finally, Kaoru seemed satisfied at her handiwork and untied the bedsheet, gathering the clippings. "There we go! How is it?"
"It's much better." His head felt a great deal lighter, and he brushed off the dark and silvery bits that had escaped. "You did an excellent job."
"Really? Then, I can trim Kenshin's bangs too!" She beamed at him. "If you want, of course."
His answer was immediate. "This one would like that very much."
That sounded a little too warm for Koshijiro's liking, and he interrupted them. "Tomorrow, if that's going to happen. It's already late." Thankfully, neither of them protested, but it still took longer than usual to fall asleep.
At sunrise, the Oniwabanshuu moved out, with noiseless footsteps despite the weight of their belongings. Makimachi's whispered "See you soon!" was the only audible indication of their departure, and then, there was no trace of them at all.
After breakfast, Takani made a request. "Now that Ken-san's over the worst, we can start rehabilitating him. I'll need all of your help."
Under her instructions, they gathered around Himura and proceeded to lead him through exercises. They appeared simple on the surface, but the motions tested the limits of his range and strength. He pushed his feet against Sagara's palms, and then tried to break the circle of Yahiko's forearms with his own.
"Keep going, Kenshin!" Sagara cheered him on.
"Yeah…you're still the strongest…" Yahiko huffed and puffed, as he valiantly tried to backtrack, serving as a counterpoint. Himura's brow was furrowed, he could sense that he had atrophied from bedrest.
Koshijiro's task was easy enough. His open hand served as a reachable target and moved to a new spot in midair, every time Himura's callused fingers touched. His movement was restricted on the right, Koshijiro noticed, where Shishio had barbarically bit off a portion of flesh. "I know it's frustrating, but your body's still healing. You're doing well."
"Thank you, Kamiya-dono."
When it was Kaoru's turn, she sat at the end of the futon and held out her hands. "Okay, you can sit up now!"
He did, leaning his upper body forward and stretching his fingertips towards her. He wasn't close enough to touch her and with an exhale, he relaxed back on the pillows before trying again. "Kaoru-dono, you were further than this one thought."
"But you got closer than I expected. You're doing really good." She smiled. In response, he glanced up, locking their gazes.
Abruptly, Yahiko nudged her shoulder. "Hey, why don't you share that story about your fight? I'm the only one here who was around for it."
"Oh, right!" She launched into the retelling. "Misao and I faced off against Kamatari, the one with the scythe. It was tricky, but one of her kunai added extra force to my bokuto-"
"Your bokuto? Yahiko said you used your shinai." Koshijiro wondered aloud about this discrepancy.
"No, I was using the wooden sword then, and the naginata at night. But Yahiko was practically unconscious after his duel, so he might have missed some of the details."
"I saw the last half!"
"Even if you did, your eyes were barely open." Behind her, he scowled, as she continued. "Anyway, after breaking the scythe, I was left with only the hilt. So, guess what I did, Otou-san!"
"Tsuka no Gedan: Hiza Hishigi." He nodded. "And how was it?"
"It worked, I aimed for Kamatari's knee and I felt it shatter as the hilt split. I wanted to stop Kamatari, but I didn't expect the technique to be that powerful." She didn't sound ashamed, just reflective.
"Usually, in someone with a proper stance, it would be a greater challenge. This was always meant to be a last resort, when your opponent is also weakened and cannot be incapacitated otherwise. Your judgment was sound, and your success is proof of your determination to protect the people here."
"It's a ballsy move though." Sagara grinned. "I like it!"
"Of course, you would. You shatter bones on a regular basis, including your own." Takani's words were biting.
The threat of another quarrel was ended by Himura's question, in between his repetitive motions. "Were you hurt, Kaoru-dono? You must have been close to Kamatari and the scythe."
"Misao hurt her ribs earlier on, but I wasn't hit too badly. Nowhere near as severe as your injuries. Ah, Kenshin!" Their fingers had brushed, and she was excited. "See? I wasn't that far at all."
"No, you weren't." He was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were bright with satisfaction as his hands gradually crept over hers. His strength hadn't flagged at all, which was encouraging. The next step was to leave his room, and he was looking forward to it. "Let's go."
"Alright, Kenshin!" Sagara held out his left hand. "Grab on!"
Koshijiro did the same, but with his right. Kaoru supported Himura from behind, and Yahiko ensured they had a clear path as he counted down.
"One. Two. Three!"
Together, they pulled Himura to his feet and he swayed at first, but he was standing upright. "Thank you."
Like lightning, a flash of inspiration struck Koshijiro. That kind of move…it would require precision, confidence, and a discerning eye. But with the necessary skill, it would certainly be possible. And it could only be performed with one arm. If he could make this sequence work, it would be a suitable succession technique for the one-handed variant of Kamiya Kasshin. He would have to test it out in the dojo, before talking to Kaoru.
And they had to finish Himura's exercises. Each step was deliberate, as they guided him into the hallway. He was holding steady, but as expected, he was slower. Given the cramped space, only one person could help Himura at this point.
"It's gotta be Jou-chan." Sagara insisted. He was decidedly not making eye contact with Koshijiro. "The old man and I would lose our balance, and Yahiko's too short."
"I am not!" He was indignant, as Kaoru gingerly approached Himura's side.
"Kenshin, is this okay with you?"
"Of course, Kaoru-dono. This one will be in your care." And then, he looped his arm around her shoulders.
"S-sure. Let me know if you need a break." Her fingers slid over the front of his shoulder, to support him. There was color in her face, and that ambiguous smile on his.
Koshijiro leaned against the wall, watching them. With Kaoru's assistance, Himura was able to walk the expanse of the upper floor. Though the turns required some maneuvering, the laps became successively smoother. They looked natural, as if they hadn't been doing this for more than twenty minutes.
"You're doing great! Should we try the stairs?" Sagara suggested.
Takani shook her head. "Not yet! It's too risky. What if he fell?"
"Well, we'd catch him."
"That wasn't my point; falling in the first place should be avoided!" By now, Himura was tiring, and she forced an end to the exercise. "We'll continue tomorrow. Good work, everyone."
It was raining, not a downpour yet, but Koshijiro insisted he would go alone to the station. If any of them caught a summer cold, he'd blame himself. He kept a brisk pace through the darkening streets, and the air was heavy with moisture. At least, there wasn't lightning or thunder yet.
A voice floated over. "Bored of staying in the dojo by yourself?"
He spun around, and in one of the alleyways, the glowing ember of a cigarette illuminated the face of the assistant chief inspector. "Fujita-san?"
"There's no one from the Tokyo police here. 'Saito' is fine." He exhaled a plume of smoke. "You've put your interference to good work."
It was probably the closest to a 'thank you' he could muster, but it was good to see that he was alive and well. "Is there anything else I can do, Saito-san?"
"Not now. I'm in the process of bringing someone new on board. When he's ready, I may send him to you."
"Will you not be returning?"
The rain intensified with a sudden gust, and his words were nearly drowned out. "Later. I've already let Tokio know."
"You owe her an apology, for worrying her."
"She wouldn't have known, if you hadn't said anything." He grimaced as he tapped the ashy end off.
Koshijiro couldn't deny it. "I'm sorry."
There was a mutter. "An apology would keep the house peaceful."
"If you're sincere."
"She can tell. But enough of that. Catch your train, and I need to continue my investigation." He stamped out the cigarette, about to leave.
"You owe the others a sincere apology too." Koshijiro delivered his parting words.
Saito didn't reply, but his gloved hand lifted in a leisurely acknowledgement, as he walked away.
Tokio was not surprised to see Koshijiro, and she confirmed that her husband had made contact. "He was late, but I'm grateful he's alright." She invited him inside, where the boys were having dinner. Upon his entry, Tsutomu openly stared, rice grains stuck to his cheeks. The messy eating reminded him of when Kaoru was that age, and he smiled.
"Good evening. I'm sorry to interrupt."
Eiji shook his head. "It's fine. Oh, I've got something for Kenshin." He was about to stand, but Tokio reminded him to finish his meal first. He scarfed down what was left and presumably headed for his room. Momentarily, his footsteps grew louder again, and he reappeared with a bamboo basket, of a size to carry fruit. "My brother taught me how to make one. It's thanks for defeating Shishio."
"Thank you, I'm sure he'll appreciate your gift. I'll take it home, so when he returns, he'll be able to use it." As he accepted it, he noticed the weaving was sturdy and even. "How have you been?"
"I'm happy that Shishio's dead. That's justice." He paused. "But he wasn't the only one. He had the Ten Swords, and everyone on the lower levels of his organization. When Saito-san comes back, I'll help him slay evil."
The assistant chief inspector's creed had rubbed off on Eiji, but it wasn't a bad motivation to have. "Hopefully, that will be soon." Given that Tsutomu was fidgeting and burying his face in Tokio's sleeve, Koshijiro didn't overextend his stay. Basket in hand, he excused himself.
Tokio saw him to the door, a slight smile on her face. "Thank you for acting on my husband's behalf. We must have troubled you."
"Not at all. I'm afraid I was the one who did, in giving you premature news, and I apologize."
"I would rather have been mistaken, than uninformed." She smoothly replied, adding. "And I'll have a word with him anyway." The glint in her eyes was foreboding. Indeed, Saito was in store for an earful.
The following morning, he realized the kitchen supplies needed to be replenished and after work, he headed further into town. He also needed to deliver the reply to Kaoru's friend. With all of the recent events, he had neglected checking the mail. There usually wasn't anything, but this time, a brief letter was addressed specifically to him. It was from Kikuhara, and over a year had passed since Koshijiro last heard from him. His curiosity regarding how much his old friend knew was quickly answered.
Kamiya-sensei,
Earlier this year, I was informed by Maekawa-sensei that you had fallen in Satsuma, and fortunately before I could depart from Echigo, he clarified that this was not true. I cannot imagine what you must be feeling. How have you been coping?
Midori and I pray for the good health of you and your daughter. If there is anything I can do to assist, please do not hesitate to let me know.
Your friend,
Kikuhara
He would have to write back today, to reassure Kikuhara. Over time, their correspondence had dwindled to the annual New Year's card, but he wondered how he was faring. Although the circumstances could have been better, this was an opportunity to catch up. He continued on his way, buying what was needed. Kombu, salt, soy sauce, rice vinegar. The various passersby and shop owners had noticed that he was alone, calling out.
"Hey, Kamiya-san! When's Kaoru-chan coming back?"
"And what about Himura-san? We heard he left town, but isn't she chasing after him?"
He hadn't known they were such a topic of gossip. "Himura-san was found, but due to circumstances, he's currently recovering. Kaoru and the rest of her friends are with him, and they'll return soon." He believed that would be enough to satisfy their curiosity, but he was proven wrong when stopping by the Maekawa dojo.
Immediately, he was bombarded with inquiries. On the surface, the students seemed congenial, but he caught jealousy in more than a few gazes when he provided the short version of the story. Maekawa arrived about halfway through, but he must have heard plenty, because he offhandedly remarked. "So, are there talks of an engagement?"
He gave a deadpan stare. "Maekawa-sensei, please."
His friend burst into laughter. "You should see your face, Kamiya-sensei! Quick, someone get a photographer!"
Joking aside, the students began practice with their recently promoted assistant instructors. They were capable young men, around Takani's age. One was already married, the other finalizing an agreement with the family of his intended. To Koshijiro's knowledge, both were taught by the Maekawas' adopted son, who had moved to the branch school in Hino with his wife. Judging from the students' vigor, it seemed the main dojo had recovered from the incident in spring, though there weren't any new faces.
"Now then, you didn't say 'there isn't anything of the sort' like last time. Things must have changed, haven't they?" Maekawa stroked his beard.
Koshijiro didn't answer right away, attempting to evade. "I'm not sure what you're implying."
"Don't deny it! You've warmed up to Himura-san. A few months ago, you would have been grimacing like a demon. And he's a good man. My students and I are indebted to him and Kaoru-sensei for stopping Isurugi Raijuuta. He'd fit right into Kamiya Kasshin."
"I've considered that, but he hasn't explicitly said he wants to join." He paused. "Or whether he's interested in settling down in Tokyo. He wandered into town at the beginning of the year, he is still a boarder." Now that he'd spoken it aloud, he realized how little Himura had spoken of his personal background. Yes, he was a veteran and a swordsman, but who were his parents? What did they do? Did he have siblings? Did he have another family, any children? To be fair, Himura had never been asked, though he was adept at household chores. Koshijiro shook his head, setting his curiosity aside for the time being. "Anyway, Kaoru is the head instructor and she's in charge."
Maekawa chuckled. "Well, there's nothing to worry about. You've entrusted her with such responsibility, and she's earned it. You should be proud. For the past eight years, you've raised her on your own. Kyoko-san would surely be happy at how she turned out, as well as Motomiya-sensei and his wife."
The intent was kind, but he wasn't so sure about his in-laws. Motomiya-sensei had never taken a female student, and he hadn't fully understood Shio-san, yet he wouldn't have blamed her if she resented kenjutsu. Kyoko, however…it was simple to conjure her content smile, her voice telling him 'you did well, dear, I'm glad'. He softly said. "I've done the best I could, and Kyoko's words have helped throughout the years. Kaoru's grown on her own too, since she's been away from home."
"You're still reluctant to give her away as a bride though."
"It was good talking with you, but I have some tasks to finish today." Koshijiro made a hasty exit, to the sound of Maekawa's hearty laughter. But he felt somewhat better and his reply to Kikuhara was finished easily.
With an early dinner, he reserved the evening for kenjutsu. Once he had finished the usual stretches, he practiced the new succession technique. Slowly at first, with deliberation. Feeling out the motions, ensuring control and fluidity. In order to pull this off, he needed to be absolutely grounded, so he wouldn't buckle. Every repetition was an adjustment from the last, and little by little, he became confident enough for a simulation. He didn't have a sparring partner, but that was also the case when he developed Hadome. He used the same tactic as he had then: envisioning an opponent. Imagination was only one element. It was necessary to have years of experience, learning from each unique fight and predicting maneuvers, down to the precise angle and amount of force.
The lantern in one corner was enough to illuminate the dojo, as he focused solely on breathing. In this quiet space, his senses were honed to their peak. When he lifted his gaze, he found the phantom. An outline, flickering across the dojo, but unlike his shadow, it was gone in the next heartbeat. The air felt weighted, as if another person really was here.
Without hesitation, he began the kata. Forward strike, three steps, neutral stance adjusted for his vulnerable left side. Switch his grip for a reverse block, switch back to standard grip. The first thrust, swift and powerful, aimed for the base of the throat. He could almost sense the resistance of the phantom, in the wavering candlelight. Progressing through the sequence, he was building up to the move he had thought of in Kyoto. Then, he retreated. Waited. In his mind's eye, the phantom returned, raising its weapon towards him. As countless others had, and the memories consolidated into the outline, bringing it to life-
He met it head on and braced. No real impact, but his ears rang in anticipation for the crack of colliding bamboo. He stood still, analyzing. It hadn't been a poor attempt, yet he could improve the position, so his arm was more stable. He started over and continued like this, for nearly another hour, until the lantern sputtered. Taking that as his cue, he lowered his shinai to his side and bowed. What he wanted to accomplish was definitely possible, and he'd keep it a secret until he was ready to demonstrate.
The week was over in an instant, but significant progress had been made in Kyoto. Himura was able to walk around the grassy patch behind the restaurant, with a cane and Kaoru alongside him. Notably, his bangs were trimmed, no longer covering his eyes.
"Ah, Otou-san!" She happily waved. "Look, Kenshin's already on his feet!"
"Yes, I can see that you look much better." He said to Himura. "The exercises have been helping."
"They have, and Kaoru-dono has supported this one the whole time." They weren't touching now, but the distance between them was less than an arm's length.
"Have you fallen?"
"No, this one hasn't."
"I'm glad to hear that. Kaoru, you can keep pace further away."
"Otou-san!" She scowled, color rising in her cheeks. "Nothing happened, okay?!"
As they completed another lap, the others came out to join them, including a familiar pair who had just arrived as well. "Hello, hello! We're back!" Makimachi exuberantly greeted them, with Shinomori acting as her shadow.
"The Aoiya's already done with repairs?" Yahiko tilted his head. "After a week?"
"Nope, but I didn't want to stick around. Too much hammering, you know? Aoshi-sama thought so too." The sole indication that this was true was a slow blink from her companion. "He's used to meditating upstairs, and he'll have Himura-san for company. Also, I thought we'd go shopping! Just us girls, for yukata. You didn't bring your own, right?"
"I didn't think I needed mine." Kaoru glanced at the doctor. "Megumi?"
"Well, I never had many belongings since coming to Tokyo." She slowly replied, her gaze lowered in self-consciousness.
Makimachi's jaw dropped. "Eh?! Then, that's all the more reason! Kyoto has wonderful textiles, I'll show you!"
"That'd be great, Misao. Megumi, we'll definitely find something for you." Kaoru firmly said.
"If you insist." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, but she looked pleased.
Sae approached them, holding a piece of paper. "Are you heading out? I'll come with you, I need to visit a couple of our suppliers before the rush." There was some bustling, as they prepared to leave, but just as they were grouped together, a party of twelve arrived for lunch.
"Tch, we aren't serving yet." Yahiko crossed his arms behind his head, pivoting for the kitchen. "I'll buy time and get their drinks!"
"Sae-san, don't worry. The old man and I will go and get your stuff." Sagara volunteered. "Between us, we have two good arms." He did have a point and Sae was very grateful, jotting down the directions and adding the Shirobeko's stamp as a sign of permission.
Accepting the list, Koshijiro followed Sagara on their impromptu trip. It was warm and humid, but not uncomfortable. "Red perilla and ginger at the first stop, amanatsu at the second."
"Amanatsu, huh? What are those?"
"They're a citrus fruit, like mikan and yuzu. Have you never had one?"
"Maybe I have, I'll have to see what they look like. I've eaten a bunch of things over the years, though I gotta say, I'm definitely not looking forward to Jou-chan's cooking when we get back!" He laughed.
"She wouldn't be pleased if she heard that." In response, he received a heavy clap on the back. Friendly, by Sagara's standards.
"I'm just kidding. It's easy to poke fun at her, she reminds me of my own little sister. They're about the same age too."
That was news to Koshijiro. "I was unaware you had one."
"Yeah, she's probably still living with my parents. And maybe, I have another sibling or two. I don't know." He was contemplative for a moment, before shrugging. "Anyway, I haven't heard from them since I left."
"You've never visited them, in the ten years since?"
"Nope. My old man and I had a big fight." Even as a child, Sagara must have been rebellious. "He told me that if I went to the Sekihoutai, I should forget I had a family. So, that was the end of it."
It was hard to discern whether this was truly abuse or a terrible argument. "How did your mother react?"
"My sister was crying, so she was trying to calm her down. She must have thought it would blow over; too bad she was wrong."
"Ten years is a long time, and you had only lived half your life then." Koshijiro said. "However, I cannot speak for your family, and you are the one who knows them and yourself best. Whether you decide to see them again or not, that's up to you."
"Yeah." He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Well, are we almost there?"
"Soon. It should be around this corner." The store was small, but customers were already lining up. The heat was beginning to intensify, causing dampness to gather under their sleeves. The owner was kind enough to accommodate Koshijiro, procuring a cloth bag for the knobby roots and bundle of dark red leaves.
Two blocks down, the sweet tangy aroma of ripe citrus permeated the air. The overflowing stalls had summoned a crowd, and the wait was significantly longer. The Shirobeko's amanatsu were filled to the top of a sack, which Sagara lifted without fuss. "I've had a couple of these, like three or four years ago? They're good."
"Were you in Tokyo at the time?"
"I was mostly on the outskirts." He clarified, as they wove through the people, stepping onto the main street once more. "Not really in the city, I was trying not to get arrested. I've been in jail before; there are a couple of small towns I can't go back to."
"For being in fights?"
"Yeah, but these latest ones were the best of my life!" His keen gaze fixed upon the sky, his mouth quirking.
"You're already looking forward to the next."
"Can't wait until my hand heals up. I've met plenty of strong people, thanks to Kenshin. The Oniwabanshuu, Anji, Saito…" He trailed off, his brows drawing together in renewed concern.
Koshijiro glanced around and lowered his voice. "You no longer have to search for Saito-san. He's alive, continuing his work."
"Really?! I knew it, we never did find his body." His mood had completely flipped, his grin was triumphant. "Do I have to keep it a secret from the others?"
"We can tell them, but only so they don't have to worry."
"Gotcha…he didn't tell us, that bastard. He could have at least shown his face to the rest of us!" Relief had given way to an angry rant. "Work, my ass. That's not an excuse, I bet he's lying."
"He didn't provide all the details and he's never been forthright." Koshijiro conceded. "However, I do think he's slightly changed from when he was first assigned to our department. Not exactly trusting…more considerate of his allies, I suppose. Otherwise, he would have continued on his own path and we wouldn't have heard from him for months."
"Kenshin would say something like that too." He grumbled, before his tone became serious again. "Hey, why do you hate Kenshin so much?"
Taken aback, he said. "I don't hate him."
"Then, why do you insist on keeping him and Jou-chan apart? How did the rule start?"
"I came home to find my daughter living with a redheaded stranger, and they were overly familiar with each other. Himura-san also said something that was misinterpreted, which was my fault. In those early days, I was still wary, so I made the rule."
"So it all began with one bad first impression?" Sagara adjusted the sack on his shoulder. "Well, I met Kenshin because I wanted to fight him. I was kinda pushy too, I blocked you from going to the rest of the police. Guess I didn't come off that great either. Huh…"
Actually, had anyone in their group ever made a favorable first impression on Koshijiro? Yahiko and Takani had disrespected Kaoru. Shinomori had trespassed, and Makimachi had stolen from him. This wasn't even getting into the assistant chief inspector or Himura's master.
"But we're all friends now. Does that mean you'll get rid of the rule?"
"Now that I know how Kaoru feels, no. There needs to be someone who can ensure they are acting with propriety, and it certainly wasn't occurring while I was gone."
Sagara rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. "You're just being stubborn. Even if Jou-chan gets pregnant, Kenshin isn't the kind of guy who would abandon her."
Koshijiro abruptly froze, staring into the middle distance.
"…oi. Old man? Uh…Kamiya-san! Snap out of it…shit!"
"Sorry, Jou-chan. I think I broke your dad."
"What?! What happened? Otou-san!"
"Kamiya-dono, are you alright?"
"Hey, Sano, where'd you get a sculpture of Kamiya-san?"
"What fresh idiocy did you do this time, rooster head?"
"Oh man, this is too funny!"
"…"
"All of you, stand back. It seems you need my help."
A cork popped. Incredibly strong sake poured down Koshijiro's throat and he spluttered. He could register his surroundings; the yard behind the Shirobeko was certainly cramped with their group, including the owner of the sake jug. As his burning throat recovered, he heard that sardonic voice again.
"See? Cured."
Disgruntled at Hiko's reappearance, he asked. "You're still here?"
"I'm dropping off a commission, because it's too delicate to entrust to anyone else down the mountain. While I was here, I decided to be generous enough to check on my idiot apprentice."
From Himura's annoyed expression, he didn't think it was generous at all. "Shishou, your 'check' has already been an hour."
"If you're able to say that, you can end your break and continue your little exercises." Hiko waved him off.
The alcohol was starting to affect him, and he had to sit down. The grass was dry, the earth solid underneath his legs. Takani took his pulse, frowning. "You're not overly warm. I don't think it was the heat and I doubt you had a stroke."
"I assure you, the cause wasn't medical."
"Then, what happened?"
He wasn't willing to disclose Sagara's poor joke or even think about it again, so he deflected. "Nothing of importance."
"Sorry, old man. Guess I know now, it won't happen again." Sagara was sheepish, before chuckling. "But it was really funny. Don't look at me like that, fox lady. If he doesn't want to say, then I won't either."
She pursed her lips. "Alright, cling onto your secrets! For your stubbornness, Kamiya-san, you'll be under observation for the rest of the day. Let's go inside, where we can watch you."
Despite his protests, he was herded upstairs and forcibly tucked into his futon. Sagara and Shinomori had gone to hand over the groceries, while Yahiko was sent for more pillows. Kaoru knelt beside him, touching his elbow. "Are you sure you're okay, Otou-san? I can get you some barley tea."
"I'm fine, but I'll accept the drink." It would alleviate his daughter's worry too. "Did you find a yukata?"
"Yeah, I did." She smiled. "Megumi and Misao found theirs too."
"We made our choices pretty quickly." Makimachi explained. "Just in case, I kind of want to look around for more…we still have time before the festival."
"Well, I'm happy with mine." Kaoru rose to her feet. "I'll be back!" However, she wasn't the only one to leave. Himura was right behind her, even though he obviously couldn't assist. Rather, he looked content enough to be tagging along. No, he definitely wasn't the type to leave if…anyway!
"Does he always do that?" Koshijiro decided he could blame the slight tipsiness for asking that out loud.
"What do you mean?" Makimachi grinned. "He's healthy enough to walk around. There's no issue if he follows her like a lost puppy, right?" Someone definitely told her about the arm's length rule, and she had clearly chosen sides.
Takani was still concerned, but she relaxed somewhat, when it was apparent he wasn't in any serious condition. "You've cooled down, and whatever happened, the heat obviously didn't help. Tell anyone right away if you start feeling lightheaded, your vision blurs, or you lose feeling in a part of your body."
"I will."
Meanwhile, Hiko had been standing just outside the room, and he peered within. "If the evaluation is finished, I wanted to have a conversation with the tanuki father. Alone." There was a gravity to his tone that couldn't be argued with. But…tanuki father? That was the second time Hiko referred to him as such, and Koshijiro believed it was going to stick.
As the girls shuffled out, Takani warned. "Please don't give him any more sake."
"Not unless he asks." He closed the door, granting them a degree of privacy. Then, he settled on his heels, folding his arms and facing Koshijiro. "Perhaps, it did help. You're slightly less awkward than last time."
"I attribute that to practicing in the dojo, over the past few days. I have a better grasp of the one-handed version of Kamiya Kasshin." It still required perfecting, but he was motivated.
"Hm. That's what I wanted to discuss. You're the one who thought of 'the sword that protects life'. It seems to have resonated with my idiot apprentice and the vow he's taken."
"I could tell, he truly understands the intention of Kamiya Kasshin. However, I met him a week into his stay. Kaoru was the one who introduced the school's ideals to him." Koshijiro thought for a moment. "Are you upset that he's not following your path?"
He scoffed. "If I was, I would have prevented him from leaving in the first place. The answer is no. I'm only curious. Your daughter's perspective is naïve, but she's never killed anyone. You and my idiot apprentice, however? Such a philosophy is already radical, let alone be embraced by war veterans like the two of you."
"Do you think it's foolish? You're not the first person to think so." Koshijiro replied. "Throughout the years, I've received plenty of criticism. 'If you cannot kill your opponent, you'll surely be cut down.' 'You'll run out of stamina as long as you avoid an outcome.' 'It's fine in the dojo, but not on the battlefield.' 'A blade is kept sharp for a reason.'"
"Which are all valid points." Hiko dryly said.
"Yes, but there are ways to protect life. Using nonlethal weapons, taking safety precautions in the dojo. Sometimes, to end a fight quickly by disarming or aiming for nonvital points. And of course, paying attention to your opponent's weaknesses. I heard your fight by the Aoiya went similarly."
"I only pitted a couple of them against each other, it wasn't difficult."
"And yet, neither of them died, when you could have decided otherwise. That too, is protecting life. I admit, I've experienced temptation, but I've killed before and so has Himura-san. Kaoru hasn't, and thanks to her and a certain incident, she provided a rebuttal to that temptation. As long as there's another option, if you can think of a possibility to end a fight without killing or surrendering, you will not have acted wrongly. That is the intent of Kamiya Kasshin, which your apprentice believes in. Kaoru and I are grateful that he does, wholeheartedly."
For a while, there was no response. Hiko's gaze was targeted beyond the walls, his features stoic. "…I'm glad he didn't meet you earlier. He would have been completely unable to learn Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki if he had."
Koshijiro was irked that this was his only comment, but he didn't retort. He sensed that there was something Hiko wasn't sharing, and perhaps, he was trying to figure it out. He didn't have to be rude about it though.
The door opened, his daughter drawing close with a nearly full cup. "Otou-san, here's your tea!"
"Thank you, Kaoru." The liquid was refreshing, and he downed half of it in one go.
"Um, we'll be waiting downstairs, when you've finished talking."
"No need." Hiko stood, brushing himself off. "My question's been answered, and I'll be heading out."
Himura stepped inside now, acknowledging his master with a nod. "Then, take care, Shishou."
"Ah! Before I forget," Kaoru clasped her hands together, widely smiling. "Hiko-san, you're always welcome at the Kamiya dojo!"
"What?!" For once, Koshijiro and Himura had the same reaction.
"Kenshin, Otou-san, don't be like that." She chided them. "Hiko-san is Kenshin's teacher and took care of him for years, so it's only proper."
"That's right." Hiko was utterly smug. "An idiot like you ought to listen to her. She understands respect between master and disciple."
Well, she is right, but…why did Himura's teacher have to be this person?! Koshijiro grimaced.
"Ah, Kaoru-dono," Himura tried to recover his composure. "Tokyo is most likely too busy for Shishou. He prefers his life on the mountain."
Fortunately, the other man conceded. "It's a tempting offer, but I value my privacy too much to take advantage of it. I have my kiln here, and a clientele with a taste for the works of Ni'itsu Kakunoshin. Although, I won't rule out visiting."
"And is that going to be any time soon?" Himura raised his eyebrows.
He gave a sinister smirk. "Who knows? You should prepare yourself, baka deshi." With a whirl of his coat, he departed.
Himura sighed in exasperation, muttering. "Shishou…one day, he might actually appear at the gate."
The others soon reunited with them, though it wasn't until dinnertime that Koshijiro was released from observation. At least, he could further prove he was alright, by eating without fumbling.
"So…" Yahiko broached the subject, now that Shinomori and Makimachi had returned to their lodgings. "Do we have a set date for going back yet?"
"Aw, you miss Tsubame-chan, don't you?" Sagara couldn't resist ribbing him.
"I-I just don't want to keep sharing a room with you! Your socks stink!"
"Hey, it's hard to wash them with one hand."
Takani spoke over their banter. "I think next weekend might be a little early, but if Ken-san maintains his recovery rate, we may only be here for a few days after the festival."
Kaoru turned to him. "So, Otou-san, do you think you can join us until we leave?"
"I'll talk to the chief, but I hope that we can return to Tokyo together."
After the stress of the past months, seeing everyone's smiles was comforting. It could only have been better if they were in the dojo.
Author's Note: Yes, that was Soujiro who stopped by the dojo! Couldn't resist having him check out the place where Kenshin settled down! As for Ashitaro, Aran, and Asahi, they've been taken into custody and rehomed, haha. And I really enjoyed writing Koshijiro blue-screening at Sano's comment. As always, please let me know what you think of this chapter!