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.

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

Uno: "Captain Miyamoto, would you care to join me for

broiled prawns, pigeon pie, and

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.

feels I am worthy to dine at his side. But the warrior code allows only two healthful meals a day.

clan, believe that- it is important to worship

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

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

Yorokobi: Report.

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