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Death at the Crossroadsby Dale Furutani
Morrow, New York, 1998, 209 pp, $22
EXCERPT:
re you ready to die?"
The young samurai's face was a mask of anger, and spittle flew from his mouth as he issued his challenge. Three of the other four passengers in the tiny boat hugged the gunwales, bent back by the young swordsman's words. The fouth, the object of the samurai's fury, sat calmly at the back of the boat, near the oarsman, who had stopped rowing as the confrontation started to escalate.
"Well? Why won't you answer? I am a student of the Yagyu school of swordsmanship, and I have challenged you!"
The muscular man in the back of the boat took the time to wipe a bit of spit that had landed on the back of his hand with the sleeve of his kimono before answering. His other hand held a single katana, a samurai's sword, in a plain black scabbard. He was clearly a samurai, but his head wasn't shaved in samurai fashion, and he had the appearance of a ronin, a masterless samurai who wandered about looking for employment.
A few moments before, a group of five had gathered by the riverbank to be ferried across the stream: two samurai, two peasants, and a merchant, all thrown together by their common need to cross the river. Instead of politely introducing himself to the older samurai, the youth had immediately started talking about his training in the Yagyu style of fencing and his prowess with the sword. At first the peasants and merchants had found the talk entertaining, because skill with a sword was valued above all else in a warrior culture. But soon after embarking on the voyage across the river, the youth had become increasingly boastful of his swordsmanship, asking the other samurai to confirm that the Yagyu school of fencing was the greatest in the land. When the middle-aged samurai remained silent, the youth had become agitated, taking the older man's silence as a judgment on both his school and his own skill as a swordsman. Standing in the bow of the flat-bottomed boat, the young samurai faced the older man, his hand on the hilt of one of the two swords stuck in his sash.
"Why don't you answer? Are you ready to die?" the young man screamed.
The other warrior looked at the aggressive samurai thoughtfully, his thick black eyebrows furrowing together into a V. He said, "A true samurai is always ready to die. But I am from a quite different school of fencing. Like Tsukahara Bokuden, I am from the 'No Sword' school of fencing, and I am quite certain a man of your character can be defeated by it."
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