"I'll put everything I have into it."
"Remember, it's to be done in secret."
"Yes, my lord."
"The sound of the hammer is a little too loud. Can you work so it won't be heard outside the moat?"
"I'll be careful about that, too."
On his way out of the smithy, Koroku saw a gun propped next to the bellows. "And that?" he asked, pointing to it. "Is it the model, or one that you've made?"
"It's brand-new."
"Well, let me see it."
"I'm afraid it's not quite ready for your inspection yet."
"Never mind. I have a good target for it. Will it fire?"
"The ball flies out, but no matter what I do, I can't make the mechanism engage as it does in the original. I'll try harder to make something that will work."
"Testing is also an important job. Let me have it."
Taking it from Kuniyoshi's hands, Koroku rested the barrel of the gun on his crooked elbow and made as if aiming it at a target. Just then, Inada Oinosuke appeared at the door of the smithy.
"Oh, you haven't finished yet."
Koroku turned toward Oinosuke with the butt of the gun pressed against his ribs.
"Well?"
"I think you should come quickly. We were able to talk Tenzo into coming along with us, but he seems to think it strange and acts nervous. If things go wrong, he may tun into the tiger breaking out of his cage, as the proverb goes."
"Very well, I'm coming."
Handing the gun to Oinosuke, Koroku walked with long strides down the path through the forest.
Watanabe Tenzo sat just outside the study wondering what was going on. What kind of emergency had caused him to be summoned here? Aoyama Shinshichi, Nagai Hannojo, Matsubara Takumi, and Inada Oinosuke—the trusted retainers of the Hachisuka clan—all sat next to him, carefully observing his every movement. Tenzo had begun to feel uneasy as soon as he had arrived. He was thinking of making up some excuse and leaving when he caught sight of Koroku in the garden.
"Ah, Uncle." Tenzo's greeting was accompanied by a forced smile.
Koroku looked impassively at his nephew. Oinosuke rested the butt of the gun on the ground.
"Tenzo, come out into the garden, won't you?" he said. His appearance was no different from normal. Tenzo was a little reassured.
"They told me to come quickly, said there was some urgent business to take care of.
"That's right."
"What sort of business?"
"Well, come over here."
Tenzo put on a pair of straw sandals and went out into the garden. Hannojo and Takumi went with him.
"Stand there," Koroku commanded, sitting down on a large rock and raising the gun Tenzo realized in an instant that his uncle was going to take aim at him, but there was nothing he could do. The other men stood around him, as inert as stones on a go board. The leader of the bandits of Mikuriya had been placed in check. His face went livid. Invisible flames of anger radiated from Koroku. The look on his face told Tenzo tha words would be useless.
"Tenzo!"
"Yes?"
"Surely you haven't forgotten the things I've told you over and over again?"
"I keep them firmly in my mind."
"You were born a human being in a world in chaos. The most shameful things are vanity in clothing, vanity in eating, and oppressing ordinary, peaceable people. The so-called great provincial clans do these things, and so do the ronin. The family of Hachisuka Koroku is not like them, and I believe I've already cautioned you about this."
"Yes, you have."
"Our family alone has pledged to harbor great hopes and fulfill them. We have vowed not to oppress the farmers, not to act like thieves, and if we become the rulers of a province, to see to it that prosperity is shared by all."
"Yes, we have."
"Who has broken this pledge?" Koroku asked. Tenzo was mute. "Tenzo! You have abused the military strength I have entrusted to you. You have put it to evil use, doing the work of a thief in the night. It was you who broke into the pottery shop in Shinkawa and stole the akae pitcher, wasn't it?"
Tenzo looked as if he was about to make a break for it.
Koroku stood up and thundered, "You swine! Sit down! Do you want to run away?"
"I… I won't run." His voice quavered. He slumped down on the grass and sat as though fastened to the ground.
"Tie him up!" Koroku barked to his retainers. Matsubara Takumi and Aoyama Shinshichi were instantiy on Tenzo. They twisted his hands behind his back and tied them with his sword knot. When Tenzo clearly understood that his crime had been exposed and that he was in danger, his pale face became a little more resolute and defiant.
"U-u-uncle, what are you going to do with me? I know you're my uncle, but this is beyond reason."
"Shut up!"
"I swear, I don't remember doing what you're talking about."
"Shut up!"
"Who told you such a thing?"
"Are you going to be quiet or not?"
"Uncle… you are my uncle, aren't you? If there was such a rumor going around, couldn't you have asked me about it?"
"Never mind the cowardly excuses."
"But for the head of a large clan to act on rumors without investigating them…"
Needless to say, this whining was repugnant to Koroku. He raised the gun and rested it in the crook of his elbow.
"You scum. You're just the living target I need to try out this new weapon that Kuniyoshi's just made for me. You two, take him over to the fence and tie him to a tree."
Shinshichi and Takumi gave Tenzo a shove and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. They marched him all the way to the far end of the garden, which was far enough away that a poor archer would not be able to shoot an arrow the entire distance.
"Uncle! I have something to say. Hear me out, just once!" Tenzo yelled. His voice, and the despair in it, were plain for all to hear. Koroku ignored him. Oinosuke had brought a fuse. Koroku took it and, after loading a ball into the musket, took aim at his frantically screaming nephew.
"I did wrong! I confess! Please hear me out!"
As unimpressed as their lord, the men stood silently, braced themselves, and watched. After several minutes, Tenzo fell silent. His head hung down. Perhaps he was contemplating death. Or maybe he was a broken man.
"It's no good!" Koroku murmured. He took his eyes from the target. "Even when I pull the trigger, the ball does not come out. Oinosuke, run over to the smithy and get Kuniyoshi."
When the smith came, Koroku held out the gun to him, saying, "I tried to fire just now, but it doesn't work. Fix it."
Kuniyoshi examined the musket. "It cannot be repaired easily, my lord," he said.
"How long will it take?"
"Maybe I can do it by this evening."
"Can't you do it sooner than that? The living target I'm going to try it out on is waiting."
Only then did the blacksmith realize that Tenzo was meant to be the target. "Your… your nephew?" he stammered.
Koroku ignored the remark. "You're a gunsmith now. It would be good if you your energy into making a gun. If you could finish it even one day earlier than planned, that would be good. Tenzo's an evil man, but he is a relative, and instead of dying a dog’s death, he'll have made a contribution if he's put to some use in trying out a gun. Now on with your job."
"Yes, my lord."
"What are you waiting for?" Koroku's eyes were like signal fires. Even without looking up, Kuniyoshi felt their heat. He took the gun and scurried off to the smithy.
"Takumi, give some water to our living target," Koroku ordered. "Have at least three men stand guard over him until the gun is repaired." Then he went back to the main house to have breakfast.
Takumi, Oinosuke, and Shinshichi also left the garden. Nagai Hannojo was to return to his own home that day, and he soon announced his departure. At about the same time, Matsubara Takumi left on an errand, so only Inada Oinosuke and Aoyama Shinshich remained in the residence on the hill.