The Overlord announced the end of the fight. All the warriors returned to the pavilion to a standing
ovation. Healers immediately rushed to the injured to tend to their wounds. Attendants provided mild
refreshments, and the Overlord spoke at length about the role of the deputed preceptors in preparing
the youngsters for the Legacy Trials. The battle with Yuuki Sensei was only symbolic of how
treacherous and challenging the trials were to be, he said. The young Mikashita learned their lesson,
and Senju charged them to report at the training grounds the following morning to Yuuki and Keiji
Sensei. A few words of patronage to aspirants were followed by a brief prayer to the goddess by a
Sharin priest. Subsequently, the Overlord dismissed the gathering.
Kento had his eyes peeled throughout the intense battle and had unravelled every manoeuvre of Yuuki,
and his cousins, in his mind. It was a gift he had since he was pretty young. He had trained for years
for this day. But the day had come sooner than he had expected. He had just left his seat to return to
the palace when the Chief approached him.
Gotou: "Young master, the Overlord would like to see you now."
Kento looked around for his father in the retreating crowd and saw him treading the grounds alone. The
young Mikashita caught up to the Overlord and bowed in courtesy. Senju beckoned his son to walk
beside him.
Senju: "I was surprised when you did not participate in the demonstration, son. Are you feeling unwell?"
Kento had known his father long enough to surmise that one had to speak the truth without any
corruption to escape his inquiry. Senju valued honesty and sincerity; he had instilled these virtues in his
family and his responsibilities as the village leader.
Kento: "I am confident of my combat abilities, father. But I am, after all, kitsu blind. It would be unwise
to rush into the Legacy Trials and risk failure. But I assure you that I will yield to your wisdom."
Kitsu blindness was a common ailment, by the vice of which children failed to connect to raiki from
birth. At least four out of ten children were kitsu blind. Kento was one of them. His disability meant that
he could never practice kitsu techniques. In the Legacy Trials, only two attempts were allowed. Failure
in both attempts led to the loss of eligibility for all future trials.
Senju squinted into the morning sun and held a hand to shield his eyes. A sudden breeze tousled the
robes of both father and son.
Senju: "Tell me son- what makes a good Overlord?"
Kento: "Well, you have to be the strongest among the kin lords."
Senju sighed. They had reached the edge of the plateau. Metal railings ran all along the outer edge of
the citadel. In the distance, the Youjin mountains were still shrouded in fog, although the sun shone
bright and warm. It was fabled that snow sprites lived in the mountains, fed on snow, and breathed out
haze.
Senju leaned on a railing and looked down the precipice at the village of Karasuma.
Senju: "Come here and tell me what you see."
Kento approached the edge. The wind had picked up and was ruffling his brittle hair. He had to be
careful as it was a steep, two hundred and fifty feet drop. Chojo hill had been cut into terraces to build
the Karasuma village. The highest level housed the citadel. Every lower level jutted out more than the
prior, and the faces plunged steeply. Roads hewn into the hill connected them. A sentry stronghold was
stationed at the entrance of the citadel terrace.
Now that the morning fog had started dissipating from the hill slopes, the lower terraces were visible
from the edge of the Mikashita training grounds. The sub terrace was the toimaru, the Karasuma
marketplace. It was primarily run by the merchant and craft guilds. Essential perishable items like
grains, vegetables, fruits, flowers, and seeds were available in the northern zone, while the southern
area cooped the craft shops of spinners, smiths, tanners, and carvers. Towards the middle of the
terrace were a few sophisticated establishments of the bankers and lenders. The view was of at least a
thousand little people running around, like ants on an ant-hill from the citadel—the cacophony of metals
clanking spins reeling and vendors calling, easily carried to the plateau. Children ran around from one
shop to another, making their way through the ridiculous and colourful maze that was toimaru. The last
and lowest terrace had civilian settlements. But, it was too far down from the citadel to survey with
ease.
Kento: "I see a rowdy, noisy marketplace."
Senju: "Noisy and rowdy it is, son. But what you see below, is a panorama of peace. I had to work very
hard with your mother, in order to bring this accord. When I was appointed as the Overlord, our village
was reeling under a history of conflict between kin, and wars between villages. The picture was so ugly,
the hostilities so deep, that nobody ever imagined that we would see peaceful times again. But here we
are, listening to the commotion born from harmony. If I had demolished our enemies with Strength
alone, I would be staring at a graveyard right now. I fought some, and made peace with others. And
hopefully, you will continue my vision after I am gone. I am inviting an ambassador from Karasuki
village for a trade deal next year before the Shibai Matsuri begins. A new age is dawning on us, son.
And we must be prepared to make the most of it. So, I ask you again, what makes a good Overlord?"
Kento: "Strength alone does not make a good Overlord. One needs a vision of peace and unity. Not
only for the warrior kin, but also for the people of the village."
Senju: "Very good. Now, speaking on the matter at hand- you will succeed me one day and you need to
pass the Legacy trials as a pre-requisite. That is a given. And certainly there is no hurry. But it would
please your mother and me, if you meet Keiji sensei tomorrow. He is the strongest combat preceptor in
the Daigaku and coincidentally, he is kitsu blind."
That took Kento by surprise. He had learned from Shigeo how Keiji was a victor of a hundred battles,
how he had travelled to the farthest corners of Kinheni on dangerous missions. Were such exploits
possible while being unable to use kitsu? If they were, it was also time for him to rethink his priorities
and lower his guard.
Kento: "I will do as you ask of me, father. And I will train with the aspirants as well. But kindly leave the
decision of being an entrant in the Legacy Trials with me."
Senju's face made the semblance of a smile.
Senju: "It sounds like- we are in agreement."
Senju patted his son on the shoulder, and together they took in the offerings of toimaru- its vague
colours, noises, and smells. A few minutes later, an air elemental dove soared from the palace
premises and headed down towards them. It swooped and perched lightly on Senju's shoulder.
Senju: "This is your mother summoning us for lunch. Let us hurry, before she sends us a flaming bird."
Kento giggled. Father and son left the training grounds while bonding by sharing mutual fears of the
temper of the lady of the household, Mitsu Mikashita.
The day had just begun, but it had been more eventful than most others. And had been more eventful
for some than for others.
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