warrior’s frustration. But the other samurai was fast choking the life out
of Jack. Black spots were clouding his vision and Jack knew he was fighting on borrowed
time.
Where’s Benkei when I need
him?
Blocking another deadly sword thrust, he
front-kicked the first samurai in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. Then he
elbowed his captor hard in the gut, loosening the man’s grip. Dropping to one
knee, Jack threw him using
ippon seoinage
, a one-arm shoulder throw. The
samurai flew through the air just as the other warrior charged forward again, the tip of
his sword targeted at Jack’s chest. The two samurai collided. The blade impaled
the second samurai, while the first was knocked off his feet by the impact. As his
companion clutched his bleeding stomach, the first samurai teetered on the lip of the
boiling mud pit.
‘Help!’ he cried, his arms
flailing to regain his balance.
Barely recovered from his throttling, Jack
staggered forward to save the man, but was too late. A horrendous scream escaped the
samurai’s lips as he plunged into the bubbling
jigoku
. Covered head to
foot in scalding mud, only the whites of his eyes visible, the warrior floundered in the
Hell like someprimordial monster. He clawed for the bank, but quickly
disappeared beneath the surface, the pit sucking him into its foul depths.
Rejoining Jack near the edge, Benkei stared
into the mud pond with a mix of fascination and horror. ‘You can see where the
name comes from now. That really is one hellish way to die!’
7
Tornado Hell
‘Where were you?’ gasped Jack,
massaging his bruised throat. ‘Why didn’t you help me?’
Benkei patted him on the back
affectionately. ‘You looked to be doing fine on your own.’
Jack was about to protest this, when the
rest of the patrol materialized out of the mist on the other side of the pond.
‘Let’s go,’ said Benkei,
racing off towards the remaining Hells.
Running virtually blind through the steam,
they weaved in between the deadly pools. A samurai cut across and blocked their path.
They switched directions. In his haste, Jack landed on one of the steaming vents. Crying
out in shock and pain, he stumbled and pitched forward. Directly ahead was a blood-red
Hell – its crimson waters waiting to strip the skin from his flesh. At the last second,
Benkei grabbed his arm and pulled him back from the brink. ‘This is no time for a
bath!’
Eventually they reached a rocky slope at the
edge of the Nine Hells, only to be faced with a roaring wall of white-hot steam. The
blast subsided, then roared again as if it were the pulse of the volcano.
‘Mountain Hell,’ explained Benkei.
‘We’ll have to go round it.’
They skirted the Hell until they came to a
boulder-strewn patch of ground at the base of a small cliff. As they searched for a
route up the rock face, the samurai patrol caught up and surrounded them.
‘Nowhere to run this time,’
declared the leader with a triumphant grin. ‘Surrender or die.’
‘Not much of a choice,’ remarked
Jack, turning to face them, ‘when the punishment for treason is death
anyway!’
‘True,’ agreed the leader,
giving the command to attack.
Jack unsheathed his
wakizashi
,
raising it over his head while keeping his
katana
poised in a front guard.
Despite the impossible odds of battling eight samurai at once, Jack realized their only
chance of survival lay in the Two Heavens – a devastating double sword technique that
his samurai guardian, Masamoto, had taught him.
Unfazed by the threat of a
gaijin
wielding two swords, the samurai patrol continued to advance.
‘I could do with some help this
time,’ said Jack out of the corner of his mouth to Benkei.
‘Don’t worry, I’m right
behind you,’ replied Benkei reassuringly.
Jack glanced back to see his companion
literally
shielding himself behind Jack’s own body.
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