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Six Days in Matsugi
Six Days in Matsugi
Six Days in Matsugi
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The wars are all won and now a shogun sits in power. The demand for swordsmen of any stripe or skill has evaporated. Like orphaned children, masterless samurai roam the land, invariably falling to banditry when no other employment can be found. When one such wretched figure stumbles into the defenseless village of Matsugi, he's given the rare chance to both reclaim his honor and redeem his months of ceaseless wandering – all without a proper sword.

Six Days in Matsugi is a Japanese period drama about one ronin, one village and one week. Written as a sister story to "Six Days in Malt Springs", Matsugi is nonetheless a standalone work and counted as Volume Six in the Year of the Horse Anthology, a collection of monthly short stories by Timothy J. Meyer, released in 2014.

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Release dateAug 14, 2014
ISBN9781311530813
Six Days in Matsugi
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Timothy J. Meyer

TIMOTHY J. MEYER is wanted on five counts of piracy, two counts of brigandage and one count of enthusiastic corruption of the galactic good. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the local branch of the IMIS (Imperial Ministry of Interstellar Security).

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    Six Days in Matsugi - Timothy J. Meyer

    SIX DAYS IN MATSUGI

    A July Short Story

    by

    Timothy J. Meyer

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    Copyright 2014 Timothy J. Meyer

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    MOKUYOBI

    The point of the sword was surprisingly sharp against his stomach.

    With a broken blade, he'd – erroneously now, it seemed – been worried that the act of seppuku would be rendered downright impossible. Worst case, he'd assumed, he would be unable to actually slice his belly fully open, no matter how hard he pressed with the jagged edge of his blade.

    Indeed, no; what remained of the katana's folded steel appeared more than sharp enough to cut, perhaps somewhat unevenly, through his bowels and so end his life. Nothing, it seemed, would now stand between the ronin and an honorable, if belated, death.

    Not even the mud and the horse dung he knelt in, at the bottom of this ditch.

    Even dawn's pink horizon would not bring any workers to this rice paddy. The water that pooled between the rows now lay still, undisturbed by the presence of man or animal. All the plant matter, all the green chaff that once filled this whole valley, this whole section of the country, had been blackened by a hundred fires and trampled by a hundred thousand boots. The warring clans had ridden over all these farms and villages and all that remained was burnt, broken and useless.

    So too was the ronin's plight. A new shogun now ruled from his seat in Edo Castle and 300 daimyo ruled the country around him. The wars were won, the victors sat enthroned and the ashes of their esteemed enemies were all entombed within the earth.

    All except the ronin and those like him, his kindred of the broken sword.

    For a year since the death of his master, for a year since he'd awoken, somehow alive, upon that battlefield and fled into the countryside, the ronin had wandered the country, north to south, east to west. For a year, he'd avoided capture as an outlaw and the opportunity to swear his sword to a new daimyo, to recover his honor, avoided him also, as though offended.

    For a year, he'd carried one weapon, the only piece of his shattered honor that he could recover from the killing fields that ended his career as a samurai. That sword, severed six inches above the hand guard, would serve him one last purpose now.

    There was no ink and paper for a death poem. There was no white kimono, no elaborate ceremony, no onlooker or loved one

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