It was late in the afternoon, as the Samurai of Sendai made their way up the final leg of the narrow mountain trail leading through the rugged and high terrain to Master Yunikawa’s place.
Kioko, who was riding with Yuki, gazed in wonder at the spectacular views offered by the high mountain vantage, even pointing out Sendai in the flatlands sixteen miles below – “Look at that! You can see the whole city from here!” she said excitedly.
Rounding a corner, an awesome sight came into view – Master Yunikawa’s mountain home.
The whole thing was more of a miniature citadel, sitting on the top of a thick spire of rock, with a series of ancient stone steps and heavy rope bridges leading up to it. A large round landing just below the entrance was wide enough to accommodate the horses, but they would have to be carefully led one at a time up the narrow way. Leaving them below was not an option, if the Samurai wanted mounts to ride back after their business was finished.
As the Samurai stood at the base of the first stairs looking towards the imposing stone structure, the wind blew cold and chill through the high mountain air – and everyone felt a sudden unease.
Kioko shivered uncontrollably and snuggled backward into Yuki’s chest – “What is that weird lady doing there on the landing?” Kioko asked with a trembling hint of fear in her voice, while the little spirit familiar squeaked once and darted into Yuki’s armor to hide.
Looking carefully at the landing, no one saw anyone – the landing was clear...