Hideyoshi was a peasant, and started his military career as an ashigaru, a common foot soldier, before advancing to the rulership of Japan. Ieyasu was amused that the people were already making up legends about Hideyoshi, even though he had been dead only a few years. He laughed out loud when someone told him of the talk of lightning flashes and divine signs when Hideyoshi was born. He knew that The Monkey, the derogatory nickname given to Hideyoshi by Nobunaga, had had a totally unremarkable birth in a peasant village.
That was what had made him so unusual and frightening.
In an age when birth was often destiny, Hideyoshi was a man who made his own destiny. Hideyoshi once told Ieyasu that it was important for Ieyasu to become his vassal, because Hideyoshi’s common birth meant a lack of respect from other daimyo. If Ieyasu acknowledged a commoner like Hideyoshi as his Lord, then the other daimyo would fall into line, following Ieyasu’s example. As with most things Hideyoshi planned, the results of Ieyasu acknowledging Hideyoshi were exactly as he foresaw. Ieyasu was determined to create a Japan where the elite would not be threatened by a freakish political and military prodigy like Hideyoshi.
When Hideyoshi died, Ieyasu gathered his forces and gambled everything on one climactic battle at Sekigahara. He had prevailed, and now was in a struggle to gather the reins of power into his hands. Hideyoshi’s son and widow still lived in the formidable fortress at Osaka, and the loyalty of numerous daimyo was still in question. Ieyasu saw the danger and irony of dying at this moment, when he had achieved the pinnacle of personal power for himself with the title of Shogun but had not yet ensured that his clan and family would remain in power long after he had departed to the void.
That’s what made a man like Nakamura so valuable, and Ieyasu would miss him. Nakamura had had a genius for bureaucracy. Although his manner had been as irritating as that of one of those pedantic scholars of Dutch or Chinese learning, his ideas for structuring the new government had been inspired. He had proposed an idea for controlling the daimyo that was both brilliant and simple.
The standard way to ensure the loyalty of a shaky ally was to take hostages, just as Ieyasu had been a hostage for his entire youth. If the ally did something to displease you, you simply killed the hostages. If the ally was ruthless enough or under pressure in other ways, the hostages could be sacrificed and the supposed ally could turn treacherous. Nakamura had suggested a variation on this scheme that would make treachery much harder.
Every other year, half the daimyo would have to live in Edo to “advise” and serve the Shogun. After the year’s residence in Edo, the daimyo would return to his home fief, but his family would remain in Edo as hostages. After a year’s residence in their fief, the pattern would be repeated. This made it much harder for the daimyo to consolidate power in their fiefs, and with only half the daimyo in Edo at any one time, the potential for collusion was considerably reduced. Even when the daimyo weren’t in Edo, their entire immediate families remained as hostages.
It was a brilliant scheme, and one that Ieyasu intended to implement as soon as he was in a position to do so. It was too bad Nakamura wouldn’t be alive to handle the details.
Still, Nakamura’s death hadn’t been a complete loss. It had allowed Ieyasu to see the worth of Yoshida in a tight situation. Yoshida also had a flair for government, but he combined it with the spirit of a bushi.
This will be like a military campaign,” Yoshida said to the guard captains of Edo. “We have an enemy and we must track him down and destroy him.”
Several of the captains exchanged glances, a fact not unnoticed by Yoshida. “I know it is but one man,” Yoshida said, using a tone like the one he would use talking to exceptionally stupid children, “but this one man almost killed the Shogun. In that act, he is more dangerous than an entire army. The Shogunate can withstand an army. If we are defeated on the field of battle, we can raise another army and fight another day. If Ieyasu-sama is killed, then where will we find another?” Yoshida glared at the guard captains, who hung their heads in shame.
“Good,” Yoshida said. “We understand each other. Now, each of you is responsible for keeping order in a section of the city. All except for you”-Yoshida indicated one guard captain, who had recently been promoted-“you should be familiar with that section.” He was replacing the captain who had been in charge of the section where the assassination attempt had occurred. That man had committed ritual suicide, seppuku, to apologize for the attempt occurring while he was in command.
“I want you to ask the heimin most likely to know if there are strangers in their neighborhoods: tea shop owners, gamblers, whorehouse owners, and merchants. We are looking for a ronin called Matsuyama Kaze. It’s a weird name, so he should be easy to find. I am told he is of normal height and a bit more handsome than average. He walks like a swordsman, and he is more muscular than a normal samurai. He has extreme skill with the katana. When you find him, you will report to me.”
Yoshida stopped and looked at the face of each man in the room. “Do you understand that last order?”
“Hai! Yes!” the captains said.
“Good. If you try to capture him alone or with just a few men, I am told that you will likely fail. He is an unusually dangerous man with a sword. When you report back to me, I will devise a plan that ensures that we will kill this Matsuyama Kaze.”
Toyama paced nervously in his villa. He wondered if he had done the right thing but realized it was too late to change things now. His chief retainer had taken the required gold and left it in the temple. The retainer reported that he was sure the temple was empty when he walked into it, and he placed the cloth with the gold in it in the middle of the floor. He walked out and gave a glance backward, to have one last look at the gold. The retainer swore the gold was gone, silently taken in just the few seconds it took him to walk out of the temple.
The tale sent chills up Toyama’s back. He was sure there were many ways to make the gold disappear, such as using a line and hook or something as simple as a man who was fast on his feet and silent. Yet, the rumors and legends about the ninja becoming invisible intruded into his mind once more, and he felt his palms sweating from the thought of becoming involved with such people.
He cursed himself for using the Koga ninja, the same ninja the Tokugawas used. Although they kept their identities secret, they all came from the village of Koga. They were born into ninjutsu, the art of the ninja, and only left it when they left this life. Still, Toyama initially had no idea how to contact a ninja clan, and it was one of Tokugawa’s own retainers who helped him make the contact. It was only natural it would be the Koga, instead of one of the other ninja groups.
He rubbed his palms against his kimono. He was desperate to kill that man. It was obvious that Ieyasu-sama was not pleased with him, and something drastic had to be done to change the situation. Ieyasu-sama had already reduced, changed, or totally eliminated fiefs for other daimyo. Most of these were men who supported Hideyoshi’s heir, but some were part of the Tokugawa camp. They were men Ieyasu-sama didn’t trust or was displeased with. With the bulk of his army still intact after Sekigahara, it was unwise to defy the orders of the new Shogun.
“Damn!” Toyama said. “I want that man dead. It is the only way!”