Kill the Shogun (Samurai Mysteries) Read online

  KILL

  THE

  SHOGUN

  DALE FURUTANI

  A SAMURAI MYSTERY

  © 2000, 2011 Dale Furutani Flanagan. All rights reserved.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  FOR JOHN

  I was adopted. The man who adopted me was not blessed with great intellectual gifts. I can remember him telling me when I was young, with great embarrassment, that he had an IQ of only 75. Even as a child, I knew his shame over this number was unfair and uncalled for.

  He was a merchant seaman, and in those days there really wasn’t much to do at sea except read. He grew to love reading, even though it was a struggle for him. I can remember him sitting at the kitchen table at home in the evening, with a book or magazine in front of him and a dictionary, written for junior high school students, so he could look up words he didn’t know.

  Because he worked so hard at it, I got the notion that reading, and by extension writing, must be pretty important. This book, and every book I write, is a result of his love of reading, which prompted my love of writing.

  MAJOR CHARACTERS

  In this book, names follow the Japanese convention, in which the family name is listed first, then the given name. Therefore, in “Matsuyama Kaze” (Mat-sue-yah-mah Kah-zay), Matsuyama is the family name and Kaze the given name.

  Boss Akinari, a gambling boss

  Goro, a peasant

  Hanzo, a peasant

  Hideyoshi, the former ruler of Japan

  Honda, a daimyo and hatamoto of Ieyasu’s

  Inatomi Gaiki (also called Inatomi-sensei), a master gunsmith

  Jitotenno, a brothel owner

  Kiku-chan, a young girl

  Matsuyama Kaze, a ronin

  Momoko, a would-be Kabuki actress

  Nakamura, a daimyo

  Niiya, a vassal of Yoshida’s

  Nobu, a gambler

  Okubo, a daimyo and enemy of Kaze’s

  Tokugawa Ieyasu, the new Shogun

  Toyama, a daimyo

  Yoshida, a daimyo

  EDO (OLD TOKYO), 1603

  KILL THE SHOGUN

  CHAPTER 1

  Delicate feathers,

  speed, grace, style, and elegance.

  Death in an instant.

  Japan, the year of the Rabbit, 1603

  She looked for something to kill. When she was taken from hooded darkness, it was because something was supposed to die. Her sharp eyes scanned the sky, looking for movement or a patch of dark against either the blue sky or the billowing white and gray clouds.

  It was the month of No Gods, and soon it would be the month of White Frost, so the day was not hot. Still, even on a cool day, the sun heated up patches of rock and earth, forming weak thermals that made invisible pillars in the air. Her delicate feathers sought these thermals like sensitive instruments, instinct telling her to use the columns of rising air to loiter in the sky as she sought out her prey. She encountered the buffeting of rising air and banked her wings to spiral into the thermal, constantly sweeping the sky with her bright eyes.

  She gave two flaps of her powerful wings, the column of air not being strong enough on a cool day to keep her aloft without effort. Below, the steep hills were densely covered with trees. The fall colors were just beginning to tinge the landscape like the delicate strokes of a kimono painter, touching brush to silk and watching the rich hues spread across the tightly woven, shimmering cloth.

  A movement invaded the periphery of one eye and the majestic bird cocked its head to track it. A dove, flying across the treetops. The hawk curled its wing feathers and made a tight bank. With a few beats of its wings, the hunter increased its speed to catch up to the hunted.

  The dove was still unaware that mortality was approaching. It was intent on reaching the rice paddies on the horizon, where its own prey, grubs and worms, would be in abundance. The hawk increased its speed as it trimmed back its wings to plummet down on the dove.

  At the last moment, the dove heard the rustle of wind in wings, then the needle-sharp talons of the hawk punctured its body.

  With a few slow beats of its wings, the hawk rose higher into the sky, still clutching its dying prey. It made a wide semicircle until it spotted the group of men on horseback, and it started making its way back. One of the men held up a leather-covered arm to the bird, inviting it to return to the perch where it would get a tasty morsel to reward it for its successful hunt.

  As the hawk approached the hunting party, its sharp eyes noticed another group of men. This group was hiding in the rocks near the men on horseback. Like the hawk, they were also hunters seeking their prey.

  The two men had cloths tied around their heads, covering the bottom of their faces. One slowly raised his head above the rocks so he could get a clear view of the hunting party. The man next to him also rose and held out three fingers with his hand. Then he pointed to the right.

  The first man counted three figures from the right and stared intently at the face of his intended victim. Even at this distance, it was easy to make out the features of the man he would eventually kill. He found it interesting that this man, secure in his power and lofty position, was actually a dead man. He simply didn’t know it yet.

  Tokugawa Ieyasu, the newly named Shogun and ruler of all Japan, felt the familiar weight of the hawk settle on his arm. He cooed at the bird and gently stroked its head with one finger. A servant went to pick up the dead dove where the hawk had dropped it and ran over to show it to the Shogun. Ieyasu nodded and turned his attention back to the hawk. He was pleased with the efficiency of the bird’s kill. Ieyasu was a man who valued efficiency.

  The servant took out a knife and cut a strip of flesh from the dove’s body. He handed it to Ieyasu.

  “Here, my pretty one,” Ieyasu said, feeding the piece of meat to the hawk. “See, Honda, how she enjoys the treat! She is an extremely intelligent hawk.”

  Honda, renowned for his gruffness, growled, “If the bird were smart, it would keep the entire kill for itself.”

  Ieyasu looked at his other companion and said, “What do you think, Nakamura-san? Is it proper that the bird only gets a portion of that which she killed? Is she a dumb beast for not flying away and taking it all?”

  “No, my Lord, it is not improper. Takagari, hawk hunting, goes back to the Emperor Nintoku, over twelve hundred years ago. It is a noble sport and one that follows natural principles. Everyone can see that there is a hierarchy in nature, so it is reasonable that this bird should have a master, just as men do. You are this hawk’s master. You have worked with her and trained her to do your bidding. Each time you hunt with her, you stand the chance of losing her. But you have not lost her. She accepts that you are her master. She has returned to you and is quite content to eat whatever you choose to give her. It was her choice not to seek freedom and the ability to eat the entire dove.”

  “For goodness’ sake, Nakamura, you make everything sound like a lesson from a priest. It’s a dumb beast. You make it sound like a vassal!” Honda snapped.

  “Well,” Nakamura said, “in a way it is a vassal. It tenders its services to Ieyasu-sam
a and in return it’s very happy to accept any rewards the Shogun chooses to give it. So it is with the men who fight for Ieyasu-sama.”

  “I fight because I am a Mikawa bushi, a warrior of Mikawa!” Honda shouted. “Next you’ll be claiming that this beast understands bushido!”

  Totally unconcerned about Honda’s rising anger and red face, Nakamura said, “Well, you bring up an interesting point. I wonder if there is such a thing as bird bushido? Maybe we should make a study of it?”

  Before Honda exploded, Ieyasu stepped in. “Next you’ll be talking about rabbit judges and badger physicians,” he said. “While it’s true that animals can have many human traits, you go too far when you say that animals have a sense of bushido, Nakamura-san.”

  Nakamura dipped his head and said, “I’m sorry, Ieyasu-sama. You must excuse the ramblings of a man who now has too much time on his hands.”

  Ieyasu was used to keeping his own counsel and masking his thoughts from appearing on his face. Despite the rebuke he had just given Nakamura, he was quite amused by the notion of bird bushido. But Honda was taking Nakamura’s musings much too seriously, and it was easier to rebuke the scholarly Nakamura than it was to calm the volatile Honda.

  In his response, however, Ieyasu noted that Nakamura had returned a subtle rebuke of his own. Nakamura was scholarly but also ambitious. He wanted a larger role in the new order for Japan that Ieyasu was creating, and claiming he had too much time on his hands was his way of calling this to the Shogun’s attention. Ieyasu was glad that understanding such a subtle response was beyond Honda’s abilities, or perhaps there would be a clash between these two vassals that would extend beyond words. Taming men was sometimes like taming hawks. Although Nakamura was scholarly, he was also brave, and Ieyasu had seen him in the heat of battle, calmly discussing Chinese poetry, stopping only to give orders to his troops.

  Honda, on the other hand, was of the old school of warrior. A rough country bushi who was given to earthy humor and bursts of temper. Subtlety was beyond him. Honda had been with Ieyasu from the beginning, when the young Tokugawa had recovered his fief of Mikawa and labored to restore his clan to a point of respectability. It had taken decades, and many battles, but now the Tokugawas were preeminent in Japan and anyone who could claim to be a Mikawa bushi, a warrior from Ieyasu’s original fief of Mikawa, did so proudly.

  Ieyasu wondered how many of his old guard, his original Mikawa bushi, ever thought they would go from obscurity to the rulership of Japan. It helped that Ieyasu had his health and a long life, but it also helped that Ieyasu had always harbored an ambition to be Shogun. Sometimes the vagaries of life’s twists and turns could be nudged in the right direction if you knew what your eventual goal was.

  Time had linked Honda and Ieyasu together like nothing else can. They had seen many battles and defeated many enemies, one by one. Ieyasu trusted Honda implicitly, and he felt most comfortable when he was among rough warriors like Honda. But he knew the qualities that made Honda a valuable general in ruthless battle were not the qualities that would lead him to his eventual goal, establishing a dynasty. It would be the cultured warriors, the men like Nakamura, who would be critical to building a government that would outlast his lifetime.

  Nakamura was a member of the group of nobles who had joined Ieyasu’s camp after Sekigahara, the tozama. Honda was a member of the fudai, the loyal retainers who had, over the years, helped Ieyasu reach the pinnacle of power. The tozama would always be a little suspect, especially ones like Nakamura, who were a bit too intellectual. Too much thinking by a vassal could be a dangerous thing to the person in power.

  Still, despite his misgivings, Ieyasu knew he had to draw on men like Nakamura and similar types, such as Okubo, Toyama, and Yoshida, to set up a stable government. So far, Ieyasu had rewarded the tozama much more lavishly than the fudai. While a fudai vassal would get a fief of 30,000 to 50,000 koku, a koku being the amount of rice needed to feed a warrior for a year, a tozama vassal might get a fief five to ten times that size. This caused dissatisfaction amongst the fudai, but Ieyasu simply expected the fudai to be loyal. He felt he must buy the loyalty of the tozama and watch them closely in the bargain, too.

  The previous two rulers of Japan, Nobunaga and Hideyoshi, did not have their dynasty last past their own lives. As with the dove, mortality intruded while they had their eyes set on the horizon. Ieyasu intended to have his dynasty live long past him, and he prayed to the Gods that he would have just a few more years to establish a firm foundation for the Tokugawa Shogunate.

  Ieyasu was in his early sixties, but his age was a little misleading. He was born in the year of the Dragon, just five days before the change to the year of the Snake. Being born in the year of the Dragon was a most auspicious sign for a samurai, although his family was not then powerful. When he was born, Ieyasu was considered to be one year old. Every baby existed for almost a year in the mother’s womb, and, besides, Japanese logic dictated that no one could be zero years old. Just six days later, on New Year’s Day, Ieyasu, and everyone else in Japan, was considered one year older. Therefore, Ieyasu was only out of his mother’s womb six days, but he was considered two years old.

  Ieyasu looked about the small meadow his party was in and said, “Let’s try our luck in that direction.” He pointed to the direction of the horse, due south. He handed the hawk to one of the falconers and set off in the direction he indicated.

  When the hawking party was safely out of sight, the men hiding in the rocks came out.

  “I know who now, but tell me when.”

  “Tomorrow, Ieyasu-sama will make a formal inspection of how the work on the new castle in Edo is progressing. It’s a large, open site, with many buildings around its periphery. There will be a large entourage with Ieyasu-sama, all the key daimyo, and probably a large crowd will gather to get a glimpse of the new Shogun. You can do it then.”

  “All right,” the first man said. “Consider it accomplished.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Balancing on a

  narrow edge of shiny steel.

  How confined is life.

  The bright faces of children watched the battle intently.

  “Give back the treasure!” the brave samurai said.

  “I’ll never give it back!” the hairy ogre replied.

  “All right, I’ve warned you! I shall take my sword ‘Ogre Killer’ and thrash you!”

  “Owww! Owww! Owww! Itai! It hurts!” the ogre shouted.

  And the children laughed.

  The children were gathered around a kami-shibai, a paper play, and they were watching a new world unfold for them within the confines of a wooden box. The box was mounted on spindly wooden legs and it formed a miniature stage. A sheet of painted paper formed the backdrop, setting the scene for the battle in a fantastic forest of gnarled trees with brooding branches. Dark, painted shadows splayed out from the brown tree trunks, giving the appearance of a sinister spiderweb. The actors were two painted paper cutouts, pasted on bamboo skewers. The kami-shibai man manipulated the skewers as he spun his tales of warriors, myths, and monsters.

  The children watched with rapt attention, chewing on cheap senbei, rice crackers, the purchase of which was the price of admission to the show. Near the edges of the crowd, a few ragamuffins stole pleasure by watching the show without purchasing a cracker, but today the kami-shibai man wasn’t concerned. Business was brisk because the crowd was in a festive mood, and the mood had infected all the food sellers and street entertainers who had converged to feed off the gathering.

  The entire city of Edo had a boomtown feeling to it as the Tokugawas built their new capital. It actually helped that the entire city almost burned to the ground the year before, because it allowed the Tokugawas to think on a grand scale, laying out vast tracks of land for the mansions of dignitaries and building a new castle. After the fire, the lumber, tile, and stone merchants saw wealth pouring in as material was purchased to rebuild. The only ones who didn’t prosper were the thatchers, fo
r the Tokugawas decreed that the roofs of the new Edo were to be made of wood or tile, but not straw, because a thatched roof was too combustible.

  The Tokugawa victory at Sekigahara three years before cemented the primacy of their clan in Japan, and it allowed Ieyasu to claim the title of Shogun. A vast flood of humanity started flowing into Edo after Sekigahara, as the Tokugawas recruited skilled stonemasons, carpenters, and artisans of all types to help rebuild Edo on a scale suitable for the new rulers of Japan. The growth of highly paid merchant and artisan classes drew food vendors, prostitutes, street entertainers, gamblers, and thieves, all intent on profiting from the wealth that was in Edo.

  From a sleepy fishing village, Edo was being transformed into the new capital of Japan. Now an Edokko, a child of Edo, was expected to have a free-spending view of life, with a love of luxury and pleasure. It didn’t matter if the person was not born in Edo, because being an Edokko was a state of mind, and within months most new citizens of Edo were caught up in the ebullient spirit that seemed to pervade the very air.

  Ieyasu was known for his parsimony and considered waste an affront to heaven. He even had his ladies put their soiled tabi socks in a box. When the box was full, he would personally go through it, deciding which socks should be passed on to serving girls and which socks should be retired for rags. For a man of such character, the free-spending ways of his capital were troublesome. He made halfhearted efforts to suppress the profligate spirit of Edo, but nothing could stop the rising tide of optimism that fueled the Edokko’s spending.

  Given the Edokko’s natural predilection to celebrate, almost any occasion was an excuse for a festival. This included the big and important occasions, such as New Year’s or O-bon, but it also included anything novel that brought people together. Today the occasion was a formal inspection of the work on Edo-jo, Edo Castle, the Shogun’s new stronghold, and a good crowd had gathered to observe the inspection, albeit from a distance.