'I'm going to kill you!' roared the samurai.
Jack didn't know what to do. The sudden attack had taken him offguard.
Sensei Hosokawa had gone crazy, his dark eyes merciless and intent
on murder. He was charging directly at him with a razor-sharp katana and
Jack realized that in the blink of an eye he'd be sliced open like a pig, his
guts spilled out across the dojo floor.
Only a few moments before Jack had been training with Tadashi in the
Butokuden in preparation for the Circle, barely a month away. Suddenly, out
of nowhere, Jack had caught a gleam of steel and had spun round to see
Sensei Hosokawa bearing down on him, his sword drawn.
Sensei Hosokawa struck with lightning speed, the katana emitting a
high whistling sound as it carved across Jack's chest and down past his
stomach.
Jack shakily looked down, afraid of what he might see. But his entrails
weren't spread all over the floor. His belly remained intact. He was
completely unharmed. The only thing cleaved apart had been his obi. The
belt, sliced in two, fell to the floor in a defeated heap.
'You're dead,' stated Sensei Hosokawa.
Jack swallowed back his shock, unable to respond. Gradually it
dawned on him that this attack had been a ruthless lesson in martial arts.
'You were thinking too much,' Sensei Hosokawa continued,
resheathing his sword. 'You allowed yourself to be scared and it caused you
to hesitate. If you hesitate in battle, you die.'
Sensei Hosokawa looked at both his students, ensuring they
understood the warning.
'B-but I thought you'd gone crazy,' stammered Jack, suddenly
regaining his voice. He trembled with a combination of shock and shame at
being the victim of a sword stunt in front of his new friend Tadashi. He felt
belittled. 'I really thought you were going to kill me!'
'No, but next time the attack could be for real,' replied Sensei
Hosokawa gravely. 'The three evils for a samurai are fear, doubt and
confusion. You just displayed all of them.'
'So I'm not good enough? Is that what you're telling me?' snapped
Jack, his frustration at his progress boiling to the surface. 'Am I ever going
to be? It seems there's always something wrong with my technique. Why
aren't I getting any better?'
'Mastering the Way of the Sword is a long road,' explained Sensei
Hosokawa kindly. 'Rushing it only hastens your death. Ichi-go, Ichi-e. Have
you heard that phrase before?'
Jack nodded, remembering the calligraphy on the scroll in daimyo
Takatomi's golden tea room.
'One chance in a lifetime. That is all you ever get in a sword fight.'
Sensei Hosokawa looked Jack in the eye. 'I want to give you that chance.'
Jack studied his feet, embarrassed by his outburst when his teacher
was only trying to help.
'The Gauntlet was all about fudoshin,' Sensei Hosokawa continued.
'You were being tested on whether you were able to control your body and
mind under the pressure of an impossible battle. You proved yourself
capable of fudoshin then, but fear and confusion during my attack now
made you hesitate. You must learn to stare death in the face and react
without hesitation. No fear. No confusion. No hesitation. No doubt.'
'But how could I have known that you would attack me? I was
concentrating on sparring with Tadashi.'
'Mushin,' stated Sensei Hosokawa.
'Mushin?'
'Mushin means possessing a state of "no mind".'
Sensei Hosokawa began to pace the floor as he always did when he
lectured a class. 'When a samurai is faced by an opponent, he must not
mind the opponent; he must not mind himself; he must not mind the
movement of his enemy's sword. A samurai possessing mushin doesn't rely
on what move they think should be next. They act intuitively. Mushin is a
spontaneous knowledge of every situation as it occurs.'
'But how should I know what's going to happen in a fight? Do you
mean samurai have to see into the future?'
Sensei Hosokawa chuckled, amused at Jack's suggestion.
'No, Jack-kun, though it may appear that they do. You have to train
your mind to be like water, openly flowing towards any possibility. This is
the ideal mental state of a warrior in combat, one where you expect nothing,
but are ready for anything.'
'So how do I get mushin?'
'First you must practise your cuts many thousands of times, until you
can perform them instinctively, without conscious thought or hesitation.
Until your sword becomes "no sword".'
Jack glanced at Tadashi, who quietly stood by absorbing everything
that was said. He wondered if Tadashi understood this concept of 'no
sword'.
'I don't understand,' Jack admitted, hoping he wouldn't appear stupid.
'How can my katana become "no sword"? How can it no longer exist?'
'Your aim is to achieve unity between yourself and the sword.'
Sensei Hosokawa swiftly unsheathed his katana and held it aloft.
'Once the sword exists only in your heart and mind,' said Sensei
Hosokawa, pressing the tip of his blade against Jack's chest exactly where
his heart lay, 'then it becomes "no sword". For when you strike, it isn't you
but the sword in the hand of your mind that strikes.'
Jack understood only a little of what his sensei was saying. He realized
the sword master was teaching him great things, vital skills that he needed,
but at the same time the sensei seemed to be tying one arm behind his back.
If he was worthy of the Circle of Three and this concept of 'no sword' was
so important, why wouldn't Sensei Hosokawa allow him to train with a real
blade?
'But, with all respect, if you won't let me use my katana, how can I
make my sword become "no sword"?'
Sensei Hosokawa's face suddenly became hard as stone. 'When you
begin to grasp mushin, then I will permit you to train with a sword.'
Jack grasped at this new glimmer of hope. Eager to pursue 'no mind'
training, he asked, 'How long will it take me to master mushin?'
'Five years,' replied Sensei Hosokawa.
'That long! I can't wait five years,' despaired Jack. 'What if I work
really hard at it?'
'Then you will need ten years.'
Mystified by this illogical answer, Jack asked, 'Well, how about if I
devote all my time to mushin?'
'Then you will need twenty years.'