Chiun nodded. "So. Excuse the prying but I must know my pupil."
Suddenly Remo realized the last nibble of rice had touched the fish. He would have spit it out, but he had done that the day before and Chiun had launched into a lecture on the preciousness of food. It had lasted half an hour, thirty minutes of tedium. Remo swallowed.
"I must know my pupil," Chiun repeated.
"Look, I've been here six days and all we do is talk. Can we get on with what we have to do? I know about Oriental patience. But I don't have it."
"In due time, in due time. How did you escape it?" Chiun began to chew the fish and Remo knew there would be at least three minutes of mastication.
"You assume I once had this idealism."
Chiun nodded, still chewing.
"Okay," Remo said softly. "I was a team man all my life and the only thing it ever got me was the electric chair. They were going to burn me. I went for a deal and when I woke up, it felt like Hell. I'm here and so's this fish and it is Hell. That's it Okay?"
When Chiun had finished chewing, he said: "I see, I see. But one experience does not kill a thought. The thought remains. It is only hidden. It is a good time for you to learn. But when the feelings of your childhood return, beware."
"I'll remember that," Remo said. Maybe a steak would be better than prime ribs.
Chiun bowed slightly and said, "Remove the food. We begin."
As Remo brought the bowls to the sink painted with purple and green flowers around the basin, Chiun murmured. He closed his eyes and lifted his head as though staring at a dark heaven.
"I am supposed to teach you how to kill. This would be very simple if killing were simply walking up to your victim and striking him. But it is not always that way in your trade. You will find it more difficult and complex and so your training will be more difficult and complex.
"Unfortunately, it takes many years to build an expert. And I do not have many years in which to train you. Once I was given a man from your Central Intelligence Agency and told to train him in two weeks for a European assignment. I pleaded that this was not enough time; that he was not ready. They would not listen. And he lived but two weeks. It is pitiful that there is not more central intelligence in your Central Intelligence Agency.
"They have, however, promised me more time with you. How much more, neither of us know. We will try to learn as much as we can in these first few weeks, and then we can return, if time remains, to the beginning and specialize.
"Before you can learn anything, you must know what you are studying. All the defense arts are an application of Zen beliefs." Remo smiled.
"You know Zen?" Chiun asked.
"Sure. Beards and bums and black coffee."
Chiun frowned. "Theirs is not Zen; theirs is nonsense."
"You will see," he continued. "All the defense arts... judo, karate, king fu, aiki... are based upon the philosophy of instant action when action is required. But that action must be instinctive, not learned. It must proceed naturally from the person, from his being. It is not your coat, which you can remove, but your skin, which you cannot. It may sound very complex, Mr. Remo, but it will become more clear.
"Most important to all your training will be your breathing."
"Of course," Remo said dryly.
Chiun ignored the joke.
"If you do not learn to breathe properly, you will learn to do nothing properly. This is most important and you must practice correct breathing until it becomes instinctive. Ordinarily, further training would await that time. Under these conditions, it cannot."
He rose and went to a black lacquered cabinet from which he removed a black metal metronome. He placed it on the table between himself and Remo.
For Remo, there followed the most boring afternoon of his life. Chiun explained different breathing techniques, and recommended a course of two beats inhale, two beats hold breath, two beats exhale for Remo.
Remo practiced it all afternoon as the metronome clicked and Chiun talked. He caught only parts of what the old Oriental was saying: the ki-ai, spirit breath, welding your breath with that of the universal in order to weld the universal's power to your power.
Press down the breath, Chiun exhorted. Pull it down into your groin, down in behind the complex of nerves that control the emotions... down, down, down.
Calm those nerves. Calm nerves make a calm man and a calm man feels no fear. As you breathe, meditate. Clear your mind of thoughts and impressions from outside you. Then the thing inside you... your mission... can receive all your attention.
He went on and on into the evening. Then he told Remo: "You do very well. And already you walk well. Balance and breathing. There is little else. Tomorrow we specialize."
The next morning Chiun explained the difference between the self-defense arts: the difference between a "do," a way; and a "jitsu," a technique.
"You have learned judo in the military," Chiun said as a half-question.
Remo nodded. Chiun frowned. "There is much then to unlearn."
"You have learned to fall?" he asked.
Remo nodded, recalling the judo falling technique of hit, roll and slap with your arm to dissipate the force of the fall.
"Forget it," Chiun said. "Instead of falling like the dummy, we learn to fall like the dishcloth."
They moved out toward the mats on the gymnasium floor. "This is aiki-do, Mr. Williams," he said. "It is a defense art pure and simple. The art of escaping, not being hurt and coming back to fight. Judo is a system of straight lines; in aiki we would emulate the circle. Throw me over your shoulder, Mr. Williams."
Remo moved around in front of Chiun, grabbed his arm and tossed the tiny little man over his shoulder. Judo technique would call for Chiun to hit the mats, roll, and slap out with his arm to nullify the force of the fall. Instead, he hit like a ball, rolled, spun and ended on his feet facing Remo, all in one motion.
"This is what you must learn," Chiun said. "Now encircle me from behind."
Remo moved up behind Chiun, then grabbed him around the chest, pinning his arms to his sides.
In judo, there are many responses to this attack, all of them violent. Smash the head back into the face of your attacker; twist your body to the side and drive your elbow into your attacker's throat; stamp onto your opponent's instep; bend down and grab your assailant's ankles through your legs, pull up and smash back into his stomach.
Chiun tried none of them.
Remo perversely began to apply more pressure. He felt Chiun wince and his muscles tighten. Chiun reached up and placed one hand on each of Remo's wrists. With steady, even pressure:, he simply pulled Remo's hands apart... an inch... two inches... until finally they broke apart. Chiun spun, came up under Remo's armpit, and flashed him over his back into a pile at the edge of the mat.
Remo sat there, dazed.
Chiun said: "You forgot to roll."
Remo rose slowly. "How the hell did you do that? Christ knows I'm stronger than you."
"Yes, you are, but your strength is rarely directed from one point to another point. Instead it sprays out from your muscles in many directions. I simply concentrated my puny strength in the saika tanden, the abdomen's nerve center, and then directed it through my arms outward. I could pull apart ten men's hands that way, and you could do the same with twenty men, when you learn. And you will." He continued the drill.
Three mornings later, Chiun told Remo: "You have had enough aiki. It is a defense art and you are not to be a defender. You are to learn attack. I have been told we have not much more time so we must hurry."
He led Remo to the pounding posts at the end of the gym. As they walked, he explained, "There are many types of offensive arts in the East and all are excellent if performed well. We must, however, concentrate on one and karate is by far the most versatile."
They stood within the rectangle made by the four shoulder-high Y-shaped posts.
Chiun continued: "The story is told of the beginning of karate that many years ago the peasants of a Chinese province were disarmed by their evil ruler. Dharma, who began the science of Zen, lived in that time. And he knew his people must be able to protect themselves. So he called them to a meeting."