The trip to the airport was quiet. He didn’t say anything, so she
didn’t say anything. Getting the ticket wasn’t hard. The next plane
leaving Tokyo was a plane to China. On the plane, they discussed were to go
next. He mentioned a spring somewhere in China. A training ground.
*What the hey. I’m not much on martial arts, but it couldn’t hurt too
much to follow him around…until Weber had cooled off a bit first…*
“Jusenkyo…that was the name of the place…” he said.
“Ok…”
*Who knows, maybe I’ll stay with this guy and not go back to Weber…I
mean…why would he be looking for us now?”
They landed, and while he asked for directions to the springs, she went out
and bought some things.
“Hello miss…” someone said to her in Chinese.
“Hello,” she answered.
“The person said it was on top of a mountain just south of here. We
could reach it faster if we could fly up there…” he started.
“I can fly us up there…” she said, looking at him.
“...you know…Bukujutsu…?”
“No…but I know magic!”
“…oh…ok…”
“You don’t sound happy…”
“No, it’s just that I’ve been looking for someone who can teach me
Bukujutsu…”
On the way to the mountain, they decided that maybe…just maybe…part of
the training was just getting to the top of the mountain…after all, how much
training can you do in a bunch of springs?
“…be nice to just be able to lay down in a warm hot spring…” she said,
sitting back, thinking about relaxing for a change.
“Halt!” came a voice from up ahead. In the road, about one hundred
feet in front of them, was a road block, a dozen men with overly over sized
guns, all pointed at the two of them.
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