The waterfall thundered down from the second highest peak in the Iga
mountain range, cascading in one long roaring curtain of white. Over the
centuries, it had gouged a narrow high-sided ravine into the mountain, as if
some god had driven a mighty axe into the rock and cleaved it apart.
The monks, students and sensei stood in a large semicircle round the
churning rock pool at the base of the fall. They held their hands together,
praying in honour of the mountain spirits and the ancient kami of the
waterfall, while the High Priest recited a Buddhist blessing and scattered
salt as part of the purification ritual.
Jack, dressed in a fresh white robe, looked on with the other entrants,
each of them petrified at the prospect of this second challenge. They were
to stand upon a large flat rock under the waterfall for the time it took a stick
of incense to burn through, using only the power of the mind to defeat the
physical. In doing so, they risked the very real danger of death due to
freezing in the icy waters.
With the rites over, the priest beckoned the five remaining young
samurai to line up along the ledge that ran behind the fall.
First to enter, Jack kept his back close to the rock face, being careful
not to slip on the slimy stone. The spray billowed everywhere and his thin
monk's robe was soon plastered to his body. The cold damp air revived him,
but he wasn't looking forward to stepping under the freezing falls. On the
other side he could just make out the semi-circle of spectators, their forms
and faces distorted and twisted by the turbulent veil of water. It was as if he
was peering into an asylum of Hell.
The others followed close behind, each of them staring in terrified awe
at the torrent. Then, with a wave of his arm, the High Priest signalled for
the challenge to commence. Bowing as one, the five entrants stepped from
the ledge and entered the waterfall's thunderous power.
Jack almost blacked out, instantly overwhelmed by the numbing cold.
He had to fight the urge to escape the furious cascade as the water
smashed on to his head as hard as hailstones. He tried to resist the flow, but
his muscles were being pummelled into heavy knots of tension.
There was no way on earth he could last a stick of time.
Frantically, he mumbled the mantra he'd been taught to ward off the
cold, but it was no use. He was simply too weakened from the Body
challenge. His mind had gone blank, he was hyperventilating and his whole
being was racked with convulsing shivers. He was vaguely aware that
Harumi had exited the waterfall, its power too great for her to bear. Jack felt
himself caving in too.
He desperately clung on to the challenge, determined to outlast Kazuki
at the very least. But it was no use. His body couldn't take much more of
this punishment. He would have to leave.
His feet, though, refused to move.
Something deep within him defied the waterfall. Defied his own will.
The impossible becomes possible if only your mind believes it.
Jack gave one final mental push, trying to detach his mind from the
bone-chilling pain. He summoned up the mantra again, but was doubtful
whether a Buddhist chant would help a Christian heart. Nevertheless, he
repeated the mantra faster and faster until it became a continuous circle of
words:
My mind is limitless,
a horizon never ending,
a sun never setting,
a sky forever stretching…
Amazingly, by focusing his mind on the mantra, he felt his body transform.
With each turn of the phrase, his muscles became softer and more supple so
that the waterfall no longer hurt. For a brief moment, the pounding water
felt as gentle as a mountain spring.
Then he lost all feeling.
The strange thing about this numbness was that he also lost all care.
He didn't mind any more. He realized that the mantra had transported him
into one of the curious Buddhist states of meditation. Regardless of his own
beliefs, he was experiencing the strangest sensation of his consciousness
opening up to the universe around him.
He lost all sense of time.
Had a stick of incense burnt down yet?
A moment later he lost his concentration as Tadashi, escaping the
waterfall, bumped into him. The collision disrupted his trance and his body
turned instantly ice cold. Despite his best efforts to regain his previous
meditative state, Jack was forced to give up.
'Di-di-did I make it?' stammered Jack, stepping out of the falls.
'Of course you did, you frozen idiot!' replied Yamato, laughing
incredulously and handing him a dry robe. 'You've been under for ages.
The monk has already lit a second incense stick.'
'A-A-Akiko?' shuddered Jack.
'She's still in there, along with Kazuki.'
Akiko and Kazuki shimmered within the cascade of water like ghosts.
Jack resigned himself to the fact that Kazuki had defeated him once again,
but that didn't mean his rival had to win.
Come on, Akiko, willed Jack. Outdo Kazuki!
Akiko was struggling to keep her footing on the slimy rocks and Jack's
heart leapt for her as she slipped. Miraculously, despite the pounding of the
water, she regained her balance.
Then, without warning, Kazuki crumpled and fell.
Two monks rushed to retrieve him, carrying him out of the falls and
rubbing him vigorously with a thick robe. As Kazuki came round and
shakily got to his feet, the school applauded his valiant effort. Jack joined in
the clapping, but more in support of Akiko. She still stood under the torrent,
at one with the waterfall, her hands clasped in front of her, her lips
constantly moving with the mantra.
How much longer could she keep going? wondered Jack.
By all rights, the waterfall should have claimed Akiko's life by now.
The incense stick had burnt through a second time and a third one was now
lit. Akiko had survived twice the required duration.
'Take her out now!' ordered the High Priest, looking alarmed as the
third stick reached its end.
Akiko emerged to triumphant cheering. She walked across to Kiku,
who quickly wrapped her in a robe. Jack hurried over and, ignoring
Japanese formality, began to rub her hands for warmth. The strange thing
was, although Akiko shivered slightly, her body was hot to the touch as if
she'd stepped out of a volcanic hot spring instead of a freezing waterfall.
Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise, but she just smiled serenely back
at him.
Leaving Kiku to assist Akiko with getting into dry clothes, Jack and
Yamato rejoined the rest of the students on the far side of the pool. Passing
the High Priest and Masamoto on their way, Jack couldn't help overhearing
their conversation.
'Truly remarkable,' said the priest. 'That girl stayed beneath the
waterfall longer than any person I've witnessed in my lifetime. She's
clearly been taught mind control by a great master.'
'I would agree with you,' said Masamoto. 'Sensei Yamada, you have
done a remarkable job in training our students.'
Sensei Yamada shook his head gently, his shrewd eyes glancing over at
Akiko in curiosity. 'This is not a skill I've taught my class.'
'In that case, she is a samurai of rare talent,' commended the High
Priest.
The priest turned to address the school, casting a considered eye over
the remaining Circle entrants. Harumi was now standing to one side with
her friends, who were trying to console her.
'In life sometimes you must do the things you think you cannot do,'
said the High Priest. 'But always remember, the only limits are those of the
mind. By pushing the limits of what you believe, you can accomplish the
impossible.'
The High Priest beckoned to Akiko, and Jack felt his heart swell with
pride at her achievement.
'This girl is proof that you can expand your mind beyond anything you
think it's capable of. And the mind, once expanded, never returns to its
former dimensions. Learn from this challenge to be the master of your
mind, rather than being mastered by your mind. This knowledge will aid
you greatly in tomorrow's Spirit challenge.'