The Four Wheel Saga Book 1: THE LEGACY TRIALS

Uzziah turned out to be a well-mannered lad with a penchant for discipline; he used the honorifics correctly, showed proper deference to the preceptors, and exhibited every trait of a gracious host. He had alert, inky eyes and pitch-black, braided hair. The young Yamazaki was about Kento’s height, darker in complexion and looked much more weathered. He had an air of maturity around him that seemed to make others do his bidding. As the group proceeded towards the main edifice of the floating house, Uzziah ordered some of the attendants around- sending one for refreshments, another to fetch his mother, Midori Yamazaki. He tasked a tall, muscular man named Shufuku to remove barnacles from the canoes and carry out cleaning and repairs wherever necessary. Illumi-Masaki-Nadeko’s canoe, particularly, needed some attending due to a lot of lamia snuffed around its hull. It smelled like an unclean butcher shop.

The citadel-bred youngsters, in contrast, were barely ever courteous to their preceptors or elders and had the annoying tendency to gossip and interrupt each other. As they had been raised in palatial quarters, the tribal settlement was a rural experience for them. Hajime and Yuuta had already begun teasing Megumin, saying that the house was likely to sink because she had boarded it. Nadeko and Masaki had started their tattle, with Illumi sandwiched between them. Shigeo had begun a discourse on the Wajin tribe settlement- about how the houses were constructed with shelter-kitsu to withstand harsh elements of nature.

Uzziah: “I would like to appeal to our revered guests to maintain decorum in the Yamazaki house. Here, a peaceful mind is the virtue above all.”

The group quieted themselves, embarrassed, but remained glib regardless, albeit through whispers. Yuuki and Keiji could barely keep themselves from smirking at the comical scene.

Kento had been silent all along. Before they had left on the journey, Senju had apprised him that a visit to the Yamazaki house was scheduled. Kento remembered meeting Uzziah several times before when they were ten-year-olds. They had even attended the grand carnival during the Goddess Festival that year. They had almost become friends. But years later, Uzziah looked and sounded different. The jolly kid who used to love apple candies had turned into a stern, glacial teenager. Uzziah had pretended not to recognise him. Or had he really forgotten Kento? What did he go through in all these years that made him this way?

The path led to a wide shoji door, six feet tall and equally wide. It slid open to reveal traditional interiors with minimal furniture. Members of the house went about their chores, occasionally halting to pay courtesy to the preceptors from the Daigaku and Lieutenant Yorokobi.

They were received inside by Midori Yamazaki, wife of Hakaku and mother of Uzziah. She had a dusky complexion and a pleasant face, with braided hair- cinched into a large bun. Midori greeted the older warriors with affection and fawned over the children with motherly love. She offered them food and refreshments brought by an attendant. Uzziah took his leave, asserting that he had to join a foraging party. They were allowed some time to rest before being summoned by the lord of the house.

windows, a segment of the roof was made of tinted glass to illuminate the room. A steep staircase rose from a corner, leading up to a private terrace, which could be utilised for lounging and surveillance. Inside the room, tribal art and craft adorned the walls; stacks of books were neatly arranged, with low tables and seat cushions, for study. Chief Strategist-Economist Hakaku Yamazaki was perched

received. Young residents of the citadel, you are also

of a Commander. In contrast, Yuuki had a position equivalent to

in his early forties. He had a luxuriant, impeccably black beard, covering most of his face. His clothes looked home-stitched and rustic. It was known to all that Hakaku was very close to the Overlord. Despite being born into different kin, the child prodigies had found themselves crossing paths, first as rivals in the then Legacy

During the said war, the six

Karamishi

and

Karayama Karasuki

a taboo with Midori of the Wajin tribe (one of their allies). Fighting together on the fringe of the continent, Hakaku and Midori had saved each other lives more than once. They had found solace in each other's arms. On their way back, Midori had found herself with child. They had approached a local sharin priest and gotten married. The then kin-lord of Yamazaki-kin (Hakaku’s father), Saburou Yamazaki, had rejected Midori as a daughter-in-law and had banished his son from the citadel for marrying outside the warrior kin. He had proceeded to make his younger son, Baraku, the heir. Hakaku had retreated to the Wajin tribe settlement with his bride, who accepted him with

When Senju Mikashita had become the Overlord, he had appointed Hakaku as Chief Strategist and Economist, and thereafter, a golden age of Karasuma had

travel to Karasuma. To overcome the