The Four Wheel Saga Book 1: THE LEGACY TRIALS

The Picard sailed leisurely in the waters of the Reisui. It was a single-masted ship that could support up to thirty sailors. To reach
the Karasuma village mainland, one has to take a vessel from the last port in the Bay of Daiwan. Two days in the sea, along the
coast, brings one to the semai canyon, which wedges its way, through the lofty Youjin mountains. The canyon is a murky mile-
long pass, which further opens into the downstream waters of the Reisui river- overlooking the river valley. The origin of the river
is at the base of chojo hill- the territory of Karasuma village.
The Overlord of Karasuki, Itou Uno, had delegated his uncle and Chief Bursar, Masateru Uno, to hold trade talks with the
Overlord of Karasuma village, Senju Mikashita before their Goddess Festival began. It was to be a landmark trade deal that
would transform the economies of both villages. Karasuma was a warrior village, while Karasuki was a trade and banking village.
It made sense for both communities to come together during times of peace.
As the ship emerged from the canyon into the Reisui mainstream- the sun illuminated the chojo hill, which loomed high in the
west. It would take around three hours to row to the upstream docks. Chief Bursar Uno instructed his Navy Captain to moor the
ship at an old jetty nearby. It was time for his second breakfast, and his guts were not appreciating the bobbing of the vessel.
The Reisui formed rapids in the area, making it quite challenging to navigate smoothly. The party would've already reached
Karasuma the day before were it not for the numerous meals of the Chief Bursar. It had been five days since they left Karasuki,
while they could have finished the journey in three days.
The Picard carried twenty-one seafarers. They included- Masateru Uno, the Navy Captain, and his seven crew- a cook, four
oarsmen, and two personal lady-servants of Uno. The ship crew was slaves from Karasuki. The village was heavily involved in
the slave trade and boasted a skill camp to train them in different vocations. It was their primary economy. Over the years, it had
made them the wealthiest village on the continent.
Apart from the above, a military protection squad of seven from Karasuma village were Chief Bursar Uno's personal escort. They
had been sent over by Overlord Mikashita, by land, as a gesture of respect. Captain Yorokobi Miyamoto led the squad. Uno had
also hired four mercenaries for his protection. They were outlandish-looking sellswords with strange blades- much in contrast to
the well-dressed and disciplined Karasuma squad.
As The Picard was anchored and tethered to the land, Uno emerged from the cabin. The lady-servants made a spread of
breakfast on a bench. A fifty-year-old, obese, balding man, one could easily mistake the Chief Bursar for a grey walrus from a
distance.
Captain Yorokobi leaned on the deck, sharpening his blade with a whetting stone. He had already assigned three of his squad to
disembark and stand guard on land. Bandits, very often, hid in the canyon or the jetties to rob merchant ships. The other three

guards kept a watch on the deck, facing the mouth of the canyon.
Masateru Uno: "Captain Miyamoto, would you care to join me for breakfast?
I have some broiled prawns, pigeon pie, and ale to wash it down."
Yorokobi felt sick to his stomach, looking at the greasy food so early in the morning. He was a man of few words and had risen
through the ranks through hard work and discipline. At the age of twenty-eight, he was already a master of kitsu. He had
awakened the Miyamoto eye, which gave him the ability of chlorokinesis- that is, control over plants. But every time, it would
render the user blind for several hours. For a man of his abilities and rank, gluttony was sinful and punishable. But he kept his
ideas to himself.
Captain Yorokobi: "I am flattered that the Chief Bursar feels I am worthy to dine at his side. But the warrior code allows only two
healthful meals a day. And Karasuma warriors worship the warrior code."
Masateru Uno: "If you say so, Captain. We, of the Karasuki village and the Uno clan, believe that- it is important to worship the
belly as many times as possible, in a day."
He patted his rotund belly and chuckled loudly. Then he proceeded to gorge on his second breakfast, noisily. The docked ship
was fastened to a post, firmly. It bobbed very lightly in the ebbing water. The dilapidated jetty had been constructed on a clearing,
about two hundred feet in length and half of that in breadth. The morning sun shone across the denuded terrain. Birds chirped
musically from a forest that began from the treeline ahead.
Yorokobi heard a low whistle. It was one of his squad members standing guard on land. He rushed to his feet and alerted the
deck guards. The Captain took off lightly from the edge of the deck, jumping high in the air and landing softly, ten yards ahead,
beside the land guards.
Yorokobi: Report.
Guard 1: "We sensed a presence."
Guard 2: "First we thought it was an animal or a villager. But animals do not come this close to the rapids. There are watering
holes upstream. And villagers certainly won't venture this far from the mainland for fear of bandits."
Guard 3: "It appeared out of thin air somewhere in the foliage of the trees ahead. The only way that is possible if someone-"

Yorokobi: -"Teleported."
The Seiton technique was used to help store weapons in an alternate raiki space. In other words, it helped in making things
disappear- which had great utility in travelling with heavy weapons. Kin lords and some Hyougi of Karasuma could use advanced
Seiton to teleport themselves over distances ranging from a few feet to a few miles. Seiton teleportation was effective in both
fight and flight. It was rumoured that the travelling warrior Lord Heydrian could travel over twenty miles through this technique.
Captain Yorokobi took a deep breath. Had a Kin Lord come to welcome the Chief Bursar? No, that was not likely. But there were
artefacts in the black markets of the outlands that could help one teleport. Perhaps it was a bandit targeting a seemingly
harmless party.
Yorokobi: "We are a military escort from Karasuma, escorting Lord Uno of Karasuki. Make yourself known, stranger! Or prepare
to be assailed!"