'Then I want to be an Iron Guard,' Madi told him.
To his credit, Rokusaburo didn't laugh. He'd only given him that same slow nod, and Madi's education had begun.
Back in the present, Madi's nose itched, but he decided not to scratch it. It was probably from that damn incense that was stinking up the ship's cabin. He might be lousy at meditation because he couldn't stop thinking, but he could control his body. What had gotten him thinking? Oh, yeah, that asshole, old master Shiroyuki.
Rokusaburo had gotten him into the Academy. Madi had forsaken his country, his old ways, and sworn allegiance to the Imperium, but he'd felt no loss. He felt no loyalty. All his homeland had ever given him was pain and betrayal. They'd used him, hurt him, killed the only decent folks he knew, then called him yellow and left him to rot. The Imperium at least appreciated strength.
Shiroyuki had been hard on him. The old bastard had taught him and tried to have the other students kill him. He was always extra hard on the big white one. While the Chairman preached that he didn't care where an Active was born, Shiroyuki was old school, real proud that he came from the same ancient samurai family as the Chairman himself, and hated the round eyes. He'd tried to break Madi every step of the way.
The fact that Madi never quit and was strong enough to just keep accepting kanji infuriated Shiroyuki. To bind with a new mark you had to go right up to death's door, and each one you got, the harder it was to come back. The other students began to respect him at five, and then fear him at eight. The Chairman took a personal interest in Madi's education, realizing how valuable it would be to have an operative able to move seamlessly in America. Plus, he was a sort of vindication of the Chairman's beliefs, of his vision for a perfect world, ruled by the strong and the wise. The Chairman had taken him under his wing, showing him the dark secrets, the truth of the Power. Madi did not just follow. He believed.
Then old man Shiroyuki had dared to publicly disagree with the Chairman, saying that only the superior Nipponese should be Iron Guard. The Chairman had replied with his usual wisdom that the Power lived inside their bodies where all blood and bone was the same color. Shiroyuki had been chastened, dishonored, and when he was no longer in favor, Madi struck. He'd waited until he had received his tenth kanji before challenging the old master to a trial by combat. He had been honor bound to accept.
He'd ripped Shiroyuki apart like he'd been one of the Russian prisoners in Rokusaburo's camp. The memory of the old man's arms coming off in twin fountains of blood and the samurai screaming through that ridiculous mustache made him grin. He opened his eyes. 'Hell with it.' The Chairman was a big fan of meditation, but reaching inner peace wasn't exactly his thing. The Chairman taught that with proper clarity you could actually converse with the Power. Madi didn't know about that, but if the Chairman said that's how it was, then that's how it was. Unlike the people he'd sworn allegiance to before, the Chairman never lied.
There was movement in his bunk. Toshiko was awake, watching him. She'd pulled the sheet up to cover herself, feigning modesty. The Shadow Guard was such a tease, but damn if her academy hadn't taught her in all the arts of espionage. He could barely feel anything anymore, but he had felt that. He realized she'd been counting his scars. 'How many kanji have you taken?'
'Thirteen.' He rose, retrieved his shirt and threw it on. He still ached from all the wounds the Grimmys had inflicted on him, but that Healer bitch had done as she'd been told and fixed him up, and he'd only had to smack her in the face a few times to get his point across. 'More than any other man in the world.'
She either really was impressed or she faked it good, he never could tell with a Shadow Guard. They were such trained chameleons that you never could tell where the real person began and the act ended. They were spies and assassins that could be whatever you wanted them to be. 'Even more than the Chairman?'
He snorted and buttoned up his shirt. 'The Chairman don't need no marks on him. He just goes right up to the Power and takes whatever he wants. Us mortals need the kanji just to keep up.' He knew it was true. The Chairman was the greatest of all. He wasn't just strong, he was smart too. He even painted, and wrote poetry that Madi didn't really get, but all the other Iron Guard always kissed the Chairman's ass and told him how great it was. If the Chairman wrote a haiku, you could damn well better believe it was the best haiku ever.
Toshiko dropped the sheet. 'I bear five.' Her kanji were much smaller, more discreet, almost graceful. The Shinobi Academy magi were artists compared to the Unit 731 butchers with their glowing red-hot branding irons. She fingered each one reverently. 'Hearing. Stealth. Strength. Sight. Vitality.'
'Yep. I see 'em,' not that he was looking at her scars as he shrugged into his shoulder holster. 'Get dressed. Our ride will be here soon. I'll grab the prisoner.'
'You really believe that soft thing will be of use?'
Madi shrugged. 'We'll take her to Nippon, break her and rebuild her. If she sees the light, then sure…' An old Iron Guard had been patient and shown him the true way once and he owed Rokusaburo his life for it. Too bad his blood brother had killed his spirit brother, but he'd already balanced those scales. 'I figure I'm doing her a favor.'
Toshiko sneered. 'And if she does not see it that way?'
There were schools all over the Empire for training Actives, and not just for volunteers either. The Chairman's instructors had ways of making people catch the vision. Those deemed unfit were used in the experiments. 'Then she goes to Unit 731.'
'Throw her overboard and let the sharks take her,' she suggested. 'It would be more merciful.'
Madi slid down the ladder into the hold of the ship. His boots hit the steel grate and he started down the corridor. He had to duck to keep from hitting his head on the pipes. The crew averted their eyes and got out of his way. They were loyal Imperium subjects, and they knew not to keep an Iron Guard from his business.
They'd boarded the cargo ship and made it out of the harbor before the authorities had locked down the coast. Officially they flew the flag of the Free City of Shanghai, but this was the same vessel that had brought in his reinforcements. Shanghai was only free as long as it was convenient for the Chairman for it to stay that way.
The emergency radio broadcasts that morning had been priceless. His ruse had worked. Word had already leaked to the press about the anarchist propaganda scattered at the Peace Ray. All the known commie-backed agitators were getting rousted as the real culprits sailed away. They were going to be picked up by an Imperial airship and rushed home, and by the time he'd be soaking his feet in Edo, the American Actives would be feeling the heat. If he was really lucky, there would be a crackdown. Anything that caused dissension in the enemy's ranks would only swell the Imperium's own.
The corridor stunk of diesel and body odor. The paint was peeling and the tub rusting, which normally would be unacceptable in an Imperium vessel, but this one had to keep up appearances as being a low-class merchanter. Madi found the door and spun the wheel. It creaked violently as he pulled it open
The Healer was on the floor. She closed her eyes as blinding light spilled into the tiny cell. She was pathetic. Filthy, her clothes ripped, her wrists bound behind her back with cord. I wonder if this was how Rokusaburo saw me? Probably not, because he had at least been tough. This Grimnoir girl was soft, and the only reason he'd thought to bring her along was the sheer rarity of Healers.
'Get up,' he ordered. She whimpered, so he kicked her in the leg. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know he was serious. 'Get your ass up or you'll really feel the boot.' He reached down, grabbed her by the arm, and jerked her off the floor. 'We got a flight to catch.'
'Where are you taking me?' she asked, grimacing against the pain.
He thought about backhanding her, but it was a fair question. 'Nippon. From there, you'll go wherever the Chairman thinks is best.' She limped along as he pulled her into the corridor. 'If you're lucky, you'll stay at an Edo school to serve. If you piss us off, you're going to Manchukuo. Trust me, sister, you don't want that. You're too pretty and those mutants are awful lonely.' There still was defiance in her eyes. He could see her thinking about how she would never serve the Imperium, but she was smart enough not to say it out loud. 'Fine, we'll see how tough you are when the branding iron comes out,' he said as he dragged her along.
Toshiko, Hiroyasu, and the others were waiting for them on the deck. The sea air felt cool on his skin. In the distance to the east, a black shape was growing. It was the Chairman's new flagship, fresh off the UBF assembly line, heading home for the first time, the most-advanced hybriddirigible ever developed, and the Chairman had it diverted to pick up his star Iron Guard so that he could return home in honor.
'It's beautiful,' Toshiko muttered.
It really was. Madi was no expert on airships, but he'd ridden on one of the new Kagas, which were more like battleships suspended under three armored hulls, all business. This was nowhere near as big, but it was much sleeker. The flagship was like something off the cover of those science fiction pulps. It also had three separate
