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[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing buddy needed! 9 sentences more in Susan Spann's voice. mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre. this is from a bigger story btw" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hiro,\" Kazu said, \"quit helping.\"\n\nHiro kept his eyes on Akira. \"You killed Netsuko and Den for nothing. They didn't know you murdered Saburo. Netsuko even believed Den wrote the suicide message in the stable. Good thing you knew the boy could write.\"\n\n\"I found out on the way back from Ōtsu, in order to arrange the scene,\" Akira said. \"And I only did what I had to do. I saw a problem and solved it—the way a shogun would.\"\n\n\"Not even a shogun has license to murder the innocent without cause,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"No ronin understands what it means to be shogun,\" Akira said. \"By morning, all of Japan will answer to me.\"\n\n\"You really think Hisahide will make you shogun?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro laughed. \"By morning, you'll be dead. I guarantee it.\"\n\n\"Do not laugh!\" Akira snapped. \"Matsunaga Hisahide is a Miyoshi retainer, a glorified servant. He has no claim to the shogunate.\"\n\n\"Curious that you feel the need to say so,\" Hiro said. \"If Hisahide seizes the shogun's compound and gains control of Kyoto, some people might think his claim to the shogunate rather strong.\"\n\n\"Including the emperor,\" Kazu said.\n\n\"Even the emperor answers to the shogun.\" Akira looked down his nose at Hiro. \"And Hisahide remembers who pays his salary.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not you,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If Hisahide kills the shogun, he'll kill you too.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'akira's' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uncertainty flickered across Akira's face. \"That's not true. You just want me to let down my guard so you can escape.\"\n\nThe door behind Hiro rattled open.\n\nAkira startled. He jabbed Kazu's neck with the dagger.\n\nIt was the opening Hiro needed. He pulled the shuriken from his tunic and leaped across the room. As he landed, his free hand knocked the dagger away from Kazu's throat. His other hand drove the sharpened point of his star-shaped weapon through Akira's eye.\n\nThe shuriken sliced through the eyeball like a knife through a melon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood and bits of eye spurted over Hiro's hand and onto his face. Hiro didn't flinch. He pushed the shuriken further into Akira's eyeball, stopping only when the metal star lodged deep in the samurai's skull.\n\nAkira's good eye widened with shock. A moment later, the spark of life disappeared.\n\nThe moment Akira died, Hiro pulled the shuriken free. He tucked it into his sleeve as he spun around.\n\nHisahide stood in the doorway, watching them from the opposite side of the room.\n\nHiro heard a thump as Akira's body hit the floor.\n\n\"Thank you.\" Hisahide smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've saved me the trouble of killing him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hiro was right?\" Kazu stepped to Hiro's side. Aside from a trickle of blood on his neck, he seemed unhurt. \"You intended to kill Akira all along?\"\n\n\"Only if he refused to cooperate,\" Hisahide said. \"He was foolish, but his rashness helped my cause. The murders made the shogun believe Lord Oda really did plan an assassination. He was so focused on that plot that he never suspected the real one.\"\n\n\"Your phrasing suggests the shogun is already dead,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"That depends who you mean by 'shogun.'\" Hisahide smiled again. \"Ashikaga Yoshiteru committed seppuku an hour ago, at my invitation. I promised to let his family live in return for his suicide, and abdication. I am shogun now.\" He searched Hiro's face, and then Kazu's, for a reaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro heard Kazu's clothing rustle in a bow. The shinobi kept his eyes on Hisahide.\n\n\"Congratulations, Shogun Matsunaga,\" Kazu said.\n\n\"A wise decision,\" Hisahide said. \"The question now is what becomes of you.\"\n\n\"I would willingly serve your administration,\" Kazu said. \"Your predecessor found me a competent clerk.\"\n\n\"I think not,\" Hisahide said. \"Men with secrets are dangerous, and men who know other men's secrets even more so. You know too much about the shogun's suicide. I have a letter naming me successor shogun—or regent for the former shogun's infant cousin, if the emperor won't confirm me directly. But Ashikaga Yoshiteru's brother might find your knowledge useful if he decides to dispute my claim.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yoshiteru's brother is a monk,\" Kazu said. \"He surrendered his attachment to this world years ago. Even if he changed his mind, I've never met him and have no loyalty to his cause.\"\n\n\"Every man has a price,\" Hisahide said, \"and I have no assurance that yours is beyond my rival's grasp. It seems wiser to eliminate you now.\"\n\n\"Banish him to Iga,\" Hiro said, \"on penalty of death if he leaves the province. Iga is loyal to the shogun, an ally of Kyoto. That will neutralize Kazu's usefulness to your enemies.\"\n\nHisahide transferred his gaze to Hiro. \"You're in no position to negotiate.\" He looked at Akira's body. \"Though I admit you did me a favor tonight, and favors merit reward.\"\n\n\"Kill me if you want to,\" Kazu said, \"but you have to let Hiro go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't have to do anything.\" Hisahide straightened his shoulders. \"No one in Japan commands the shogun.\"\n\n\"True enough,\" Kazu said, \"but the Portuguese control the flow of firearms. Matsui-san is a friend of the Portuguese merchant who arms your soldiers—a merchant who would sell to Lord Oda as happily as to you, if you give him reason.\"\n\nKazu fell silent, letting the threat sink in.\n\n\"I have hundreds of firearms,\" Hisahide said, but Hiro caught the hint of uncertainty in his voice.\n\n\"Enough to seize Kyoto, perhaps,\" Kazu said. \"But enough to defend it? And you're assuming the Portuguese won't call in foreign soldiers to avenge the translator's death. The foreigners consider their servants much like a daimyo's retainers—they will not allow a killing to go unpunished.\"\n\nHisahide frowned. \"The Portuguese priest did accompany him to the compound today to ensure he hadn't displeased me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'hisahide' 3 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazu nodded. \"Have you sufficient strength to defeat Lord Oda and the Portuguese?\"\n\nHisahide drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked at Hiro. \"If I allow you to live, you must ensure that the foreigner sells no weapons to Lord Oda and that the Portuguese support my appointment as shogun.\"\n\n\"I am merely a servant,\" Hiro said. \"I cannot guarantee—\"\n\n\"You will make it happen,\" Hisahide said, \"or I will kill not only you but the foreign priest and the merchant also.\"\n\n\"Then I have no choice, Lord Shogun.\" Hiro glanced to his side. \"Let's go, Kazu.\"\n\nHisahide shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not Kazu. Only you.\"\n\n\"I will do what you ask,\" Hiro said, \"but only if Kazu goes with me. If you kill him you will start a war for which you are not prepared.\"\n\nHiro thought of Hattori Hanzo and the shinobi of the Iga ryu. A man who killed both Hiro and Kazu would have more to fear than the Portuguese.\n\n\"An intelligent man would accept his freedom and go,\" Hisahide warned.\n\n\"An honorable man will die to protect his friends,\" Hiro said. \"Do what you must. I will not leave him.\"\n\n\"A bold statement for a man without a sword.\" Hisahide crossed the room and picked up Hiro's katana and wakizashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He examined the scabbards and tested the heft of the weapons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just when Hiro thought Hisahide would call for his guards, the samurai turned the scabbards sideways and offered the swords to Hiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I, too, am a man of honor,\" Hisahide said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was never my intention to seize the shogunate by unnecessary force, and I would rather have the foreigners on my side. I will let you go on the following conditions. Hiro will ensure that the Portuguese support me without question. Kazu is banished to Iga at once and permanently. If I see his face again it will leave his shoulders.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro accepted his swords with a nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazu bowed. \"Thank you, Shogun Matsunaga.\"\n\n\"May I ask a question?\" Hiro asked.\n\nKazu gave him a disbelieving look, but Hiro continued, \"Jun, the maid—she wasn't involved in Akira's plot, and I doubt she knew about yours.\"\n\n\"She did not,\" Hisahide said, \"but she suspects too much to remain in Kyoto. I intend to find her a husband well outside the city limits. A farmer, perhaps—a man who presents no threat.\"\n\n\"She won't like that,\" Kazu said.\n\nHisahide smiled slowly. \"She will prefer it to the alternative.\" He looked over his shoulder and called, \"Ozuru!\"\n\n\"Yes, Shogun Matsunaga?\" The carpenter appeared in the doorway too quickly for coincidence. Chagrin burned Hiro's chest like flame as he realized Ozuru was a spy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Escort my guests to the gates,\" Hisahide said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They are not to be harmed.\"\n\nOzuru bowed. \"It will be done, Lord Shogun.\"\n\n\"One final question,\" Hiro asked, \"before we go?\"\n\nHisahide nodded.\n\n\"How did you know you would find us here tonight?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: 1 sentence\nVoice: Susan Spann" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't,\" Hisahide said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I came to this office to kill Akira. I told him to wait for me here and to send Kazu home if he returned before we seized the shogunate. Mainly, it was an excuse to keep Akira out of the way and alone. He would not have survived this night, though you have improved my position by taking care of the problem for me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hisahide joined Ozuru in the outer doorway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now, if you will excuse me, I must go. I have a lot to accomplish before dawn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded and departed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ozuru gestured to Hiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need to get going.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Kazu retrieved his swords, the carpenter crossed the room and looked down at Akira's body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Poor fool. He assumed his Miyoshi blood made him important.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ozuru escorted Hiro and Kazu through the bakufu mansion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they encountered guards, Ozuru nodded and said, \"Miyoshi Summer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guards accepted the code word and let them pass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In an empty audience hall near the front of the mansion, Ozuru paused and looked at Hiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Iga ryu, I presume?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry?\" Hiro said. \"I don't understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think you do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ozuru lowered his voice and continued, \"I recognize a shuriken strike to the eye when I see one. I know what you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro noted the change in the carpenter's accent. \"You're from Koga.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Koga ryu was the largest shinobi school aside from Iga." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one knew exactly which was larger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Few men had seen both ryu and lived to tell it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ozuru nodded. \"Yes, currently in the employ of Matsunaga Hisahide.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro felt a twinge of concern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Iga ryu and the Koga ryu were tentative allies but also fierce competitors, and now Ozuru could betray Hiro's identity at will." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you've been here for years, as a carpenter,\" Kazu protested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hisahide only came to Kyoto recently.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ryu sent me to Kyoto years ago, to await the day when someone needed an agent inside the shogunate. The most convincing spy is the one who isn't—until he's needed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why admit your affiliation and surrender your advantage?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I had to tell you,\" Ozuru said, \"to repay a debt my family owes your clan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An Iga shinobi saved my father's life ten years ago, placing the Koga—and me—under obligation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I swear, on the honor of the Koga ryu, that I will never reveal your identy or your profession to any man,\" Ozuru said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You tell Hattori Hanzo that the debt of Yoshida Bashō has been repaid.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro had no doubt of Ozuru's sincerity." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shinobi code was stronger and more closely held than any other. However, that didn't make Ozuru a friend or mean that he could be trusted beyond his silence." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene and character context, and you will continue with 7 sentences, keeping within the mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro and Kazu raced the rain to Father Mateo's home. They approached the veranda just as chilly drops began to fall.\n\nInside, they found Father Mateo and Ichiro at the hearth. Loud snoring from the direction of Luis's room said the merchant had already gone to sleep.\n\nThe boy sat cross-legged on the tatami with Gato in his lap. The sight of the child stroking the sleeping cat made Hiro smile. Though feisty, Gato seemed to know when someone needed comfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo looked up expectantly as Hiro and Kazu entered but waited for the men to share their news." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro didn't waste time or words. \"Saburo's killer is dead, but so is the shogun.\"\n\nIchiro's head snapped up. His eyes went wide with terror. \"Lord Oda has seized Kyoto? We heard nothing!\"\n\n\"Not Lord Oda.\" Kazu knelt beside Ichiro. \"Matsunaga Hisahide.\"\n\nKazu briefly explained the events at the shogunate, though he didn't mention Ozuru or the way Akira died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In Kazu's version, Hiro killed the murderer with a sword and Hisahide allowed them to live because they discovered Saburo's killer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo listened without comment, though he shot Hiro a look that showed he expected a better explanation after Kazu left.\n\nWhen Kazu finished, Ichiro looked down at his lap and stroked the ridge of fur along Gato's spine. \"I wish you had let me go with you.\"\n\nHe looked up with tears in his eyes. \"I will never have vengeance now, and since the Ashikaga have lost the shogunate, I don't even have a home to go back to.\"\n\n\"You do, if you want one,\" Kazu said. \"I will take you to Iga with me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro was shocked, though the offer made a strange sort of sense." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'asked' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy already looked up to Kazu, and Hisahide would probably kill any Ashikaga male who threatened his rule, despite his alleged promise. Taking Ichiro away was the only effective way to ensure his survival.\n\n\"Iga?\" Ichiro asked. \"You're going away?\"\n\n\"New shoguns always change the administration,\" Kazu said. \"I'm going home to my family. I'll take you with me.\"\n\n\"Are you sure you want to do this?\" Hiro asked.\n\nKazu stood up and turned to Hiro." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 10 sentences, emulating the writing style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"I slipped a map of the shogun's compound, and also one of the city, out of the office when we left. That, and the information in my head, is worth at least the care of one small boy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hattori?\" Ichiro shook his head. \"Your surname is Matsui, and his is Ito.\"\n\n\"A shinobi never uses his real name when on assignment,\" Kazu said.\n\n\"Shinobi?\" Ichiro's eyes grew even wider. \"Will I be allowed to become a shinobi also?\"\n\n\"If you would like to.\" Kazu grinned.\n\n\"Cousin Hanzo may not approve of your decision,\" Hiro warned.\n\n\"Forgiveness is asked as easily as permission,\" Kazu said, \"and I'm fairly persuasive when I want to be. Besides, if the Ashikaga ever recover the shogunate, they'll owe the Iga ryu for saving the boy.\"\n\nKazu pulled a folded parchment from his tunic. \"I slipped a map of the shogun's compound, and also one of the city, out of the office when we left. That, and the information in my head, is worth at least the care of one small boy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want to go with you,\" Ichiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I always wanted to be your brother anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gato stretched, jumped to the floor, and started to clean her coat. Raindrops pattered on the roof.\n\n\"Then it's settled,\" Kazu said. \"We'll leave at dawn.\"\n\nAna laid extra futons on the floor of the common room for Kazu and Ichiro. No one wanted dinner, though when the housekeeper insisted Father Mateo eat soup and rice to help him heal, the others had some too to keep the Jesuit company.\n\nThey went to sleep soon afterward.\n\nIt felt to Hiro as if he had barely closed his eyes when the shoji rustled and Kazu entered the room. The younger shinobi crossed the floor and crouched by Hiro's futon. \"We're leaving now—Ichiro and I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro sat up and pulled his feet from beneath the sleeping cat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to sense the time. \"It isn't dawn. The gates are closed.\"\n\n\"It's close enough. The barricades will open when we get there.\"\n\n\"What about passes?\" Hiro asked.\n\nKazu drew a folded paper from his sleeve. \"I haven't been without it since you made me return to the shogunate. Just in case. Both Ichiro and I can travel on it.\"\n\n\"He's too old to pass without documentation,\" Hiro said.\n\nKazu smiled. \"His only family died in a fire. Their documentation burned. As a courtesy, I'm escorting the boy to his relatives at Iga.\" He shrugged. \"That and a gold koban should solve any problems. He won't be wearing his swords on the road, and no one cares very much about a boy.\"\n\nHiro laid a hand on Kazu's shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Travel safely. And tell Mother our new brother is entirely your fault—but that I welcome him to the family nonetheless.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazu chuckled. \"I'll send word of our arrival when we get there.\" The smile left his face and voice. \"Please tell Tomiko I'm sorry I had to go.\"\n\n\"If I can.\"\n\nKazu nodded. \"Don't kill the priest.\"\n\nHiro frowned. \"Don't kill yourself.\"\n\n\"I've done all right so far.\" Kazu patted Gato, stood, and made his way to the door.\n\nHiro followed.\n\nAs Kazu and Ichiro left, Hiro stood on the veranda and listened to the muffled crunch of their feet on the gravel path." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The neighbor's dog began barking as the boy and the shinobi reached the street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ichiro startled, but Kazu put a reassuring hand on the youngster's shoulder and together they hurried off down the darkened road.\n\nClouds drifted across the heavens, blocking out the stars and moon. The air held the damp-earth smell of grass and trees still wet with rain.\n\nHiro inhaled deeply, enjoying the freshness and the charge in the air that promised a lightning storm by morning. He stood on the veranda and considered the past few days. Father Mateo's hands were healing and with proper care would avoid infection. Kazu and Ichiro were closer to safety with every step.\n\nHisahide would be a dangerous shogun, but probably no worse than the one before him.\n\nA warlord was a warlord, after all.\n\nA flash of lightning lit the sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moments later, thunder cracked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raindrops pattered on the roof like tiny paws. The sound made Hiro think of Gato, sound asleep at the end of the futon quilt.\n\nThe shinobi yawned. Like the cat, he needed to sleep while he had the chance.\n\nWith a satisfied smile, he turned and went inside." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 11 sentences in the style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The yoriki looked from the priest to Hiro. \"Stop him!\"\n\n\"Me?\" Hiro shrugged. \"You're the assistant magistrate. I'm a translator.\"\n\nThe yoriki sighed and made a dismissive gesture. \"Then go with him, and make sure he touches nothing.\"\n\nHiro raised an eyebrow at the yoriki's unexpected change of mind.\n\n\"You think I don't know who you are?\" The yoriki lowered his voice. \"Magistrate Ishimaki speaks quite highly of the priest and ronin who captured General Akechi's killer a year ago. There cannot be two such pairs of men in Kyoto.\n\n\"If I stop the priest, I risk a reprimand. It's safer to let him look, provided he doesn't interfere.\"\n\nHiro found it curious—and not entirely pleasant—that the magistrate considered their activities worth discussing. He preferred to remain unnoticed when he could." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'didn't' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro bowed and followed the Jesuit into the alley.\n\nThe eaves of the two-story brewery overhung the roof of the neighboring restaurant, leaving the alley in constant shadow. Barrels stood in rows along the brewery wall, while stacks of boxes lined the side of the restaurant. Two people could walk abreast in the space between, but only if they knew each other well.\n\nBeyond the end of the brewery, the alley opened into a yard that served as a communal garden and storage space for the residents of the block. The buildings fronted on different roads, but their occupants considered themselves united by the open space they shared. At the moment, the way to that open space was blocked by a dōshin standing guard at the far end of the brewery. He stood in the gap, looking bored but alert, ready to stop the neighbors from wandering into the murder scene.\n\nA dead man's body lay on the ground outside the narrow door that served as a private entrance to Ginjiro's storeroom. Customers didn't use that door, but Hiro didn't think this man had come for a flask of sake.\n\nThe victim lay on his stomach with his face turned toward the restaurant and his arms splayed out to his sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The back of his head was covered with graying stubble and spattered blood, while an injury left the base of his skull misshapen and concave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dōshin noticed the priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You shouldn't be here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro raised a placating hand. \"The yoriki gave us permission to view the body.\"\n\nThe dōshin looked past Hiro as if expecting someone to follow them into the alley. When no one appeared, he said, \"All right, you can look, but don't touch anything.\"\n\nFather Mateo stopped a respectful distance from the body.\n\nHiro passed the Jesuit and leaned down for a closer look.\n\nThe corpse's close-cropped hair and lack of swords indicated a commoner, and the quality of his clothes suggested a merchant. He wore a faded striped kimono, once expensive but now fraying at the seams. A patch on the back revealed a repair, but the tailor had matched the pattern well, using cloth from inside the hem. Most people would not have noticed it was mended.\n\n\"An artisan?\" Father Mateo gestured to the corpse's upturned palms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Those calluses say he worked with his hands.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Hiro said, \"but the strength of his upper body and the condition of his clothing suggest a merchant. I don't see rice dust on him... perhaps a brewer?\"\n\n\"I'm impressed!\" The dōshin took a step forward, but stopped as if remembering he shouldn't discuss the murder, or the victim.\n\nHiro nodded. \"A brewer, then.\"\n\nThe dōshin flushed an embarrassed red. \"I didn't say—you didn't hear me say that.\"\n\n\"What killed him?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\nHiro indicated the flattened base of the dead man's skull. \"Beaten to death, most likely with something blunt.\"\n\nA tear in the corpse's scalp revealed shattered bone beneath. Congealed blood spattered the back of the victim's head and shoulders, and a spray of rusty droplets covered the ground around the body as well as the base of the brewery wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We agree.\" The dōshin nodded. \"Killed in a fight—an accidental death.\"\n\nHiro looked at the misty droplets around the body and on the wall. \"I disagree. This man was murdered.\"\n\nThe dōshin looked suspicious. \"How do you know his death was not accidental? Where were you last night when this brewery closed?\"\n\n\"At home, on Marutamachi Road.\" Hiro nodded at Father Mateo. \"The priest can attest to my presence there. Also, the yoriki told us the man was murdered.\"\n\nThe dōshin waited for Father Mateo's affirming nod before asking, \"How do you know so much about his death?\"\n\nHiro gestured to the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tiny droplets mean the blows were struck with vicious force. Above knee height, the droplets change from round to elongated, and the tails of the droplets all point upward.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So?\" The dōshin frowned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So,\" Hiro said, \"that means the victim lay on the ground, unconscious, when those blows occurred. Any experienced warrior would have known that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I did know it,\" the dōshin said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The yoriki declared the death a murder, probably unintended. He instructed us to call it an accident.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro recognized the bluff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No dōshin would ever admit ignorance to a ronin.\n\nFather Mateo studied the stains as if he might find the killer's name in the pattern. \"Do you think the attacker surprised him from behind? This man must not have seen his assailant coming.\"\n\n\"He saw something.\" Hiro gestured to the dead man's face. \"The injury to his eye preceded death.\"\n\nThe right side of the corpse's face lay against the ground. The lower side of the nose and cheek had blossomed into the reddish purple color common in the parts of a body closest to the ground at the time of death. The left side of the face was mostly pale—also normal, for the side of a body that didn't face the ground.\n\nHowever, the flesh around the man's left eye swelled out in a dark blue lump the size of a chicken egg. Tissues didn't bruise that way unless the victim's heart was beating. Someone punched the dead man's face before he died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's why we think the death, though murder, was unintended,\" the dōshin said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Two men fight, one ends up dead. It happens fairly often.\"\n\n\"Indeed,\" Hiro said. \"What makes you suspect Ginjiro?\"\n\nThe dōshin stepped forward and gestured to something near the brewery wall.\n\nHiro leaned across the corpse to look.\n\nA piece of broken pottery lay on the ground beside the dead man's shoulder. The circular shard resembled the base of a shattered stoneware vessel—a sake flask.\n\nIt was inlaid with Ginjiro's personal seal." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for five sentences, matching any established character familiarity in the mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The yoriki stopped and slowly turned toward Father Mateo.\n\nHiro shifted his weight to his toes and prepared to fight. No one accused a yoriki of corruption without consequence.\n\nTo Hiro's surprise, the assistant magistrate didn't draw his sword.\n\n\"The details of Chikao's murder might cause violence within the brewers' guild,\" the yoriki said. \"The shogun's recent death has the samurai clans on the brink of war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I do not need a war among the artisans as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chikao died in a fight. Anyone who says otherwise will be punished.\"\n\n\"The family will guess the truth,\" Father Mateo said. \"No one will believe those injuries came from a simple fight.\"\n\n\"That is not your problem,\" the yoriki said. \"I allowed you to see the body as a courtesy. Do not repay my kindness by causing trouble.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have no wish to cause trouble,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We didn't even know Chikao.\"\n\n\"But you know Ginjiro.\" The yoriki looked down the street and frowned. \"Fools! I told them to send Ren to the Lucky Monkey.\"\n\nHis gaze shifted back to Hiro and Father Mateo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The dead man's business partner is coming. One word out of place, and I'll have you flogged.\"\n\nHiro understood the yoriki's wish to avoid more violence but disagreed with forcing Ginjiro to bear the blame. Not without more evidence of guilt. Hiro didn't normally involve himself in other men's business, but couldn't abide a yoriki who blamed the innocent just to close a case.\n\nFather Mateo's chagrined expression suggested the Jesuit also had no intention of letting the matter drop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For once, Hiro agreed with the priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They would conduct an investigation, with or without the yoriki's permission." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro just hoped that Father Mateo was smart enough not to say so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned as footsteps approached behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro stood several inches taller than Chikao's business partner, but the sake brewer weighed substantially more. Muscled arms bulged the sleeves of the brewer's striped kimono, and his waist was thick, but not with soggy fat. His slicked-back hair had a slight green tinge, suggesting its deep black color was not natural.\n\nThe brewer bowed to the yoriki. \"A dōshin came to my home. He mentioned an accident and sent me here. Why are we at Ginjiro's?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for coming so quickly, Ren.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The yoriki's tight-lipped expression promised an unpleasant afternoon in store for the dōshin who delivered the incorrect message. \"There has, indeed, been an accident, but I intended for you to meet me at your brewery, not this one. Unfortunately, the dōshin delivered my message incorrectly.\"\n\nAfter an awkward pause the yoriki added, \"I need you to break the news to Chikao's widow.\"\n\n\"Widow?\" Ren's forehead wrinkled. \"What happened to Chikao?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A fight—\" the yoriki began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before he could finish Ren exclaimed, \"Ginjiro killed Chikao?\"\n\n\"We do not know that,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nThe yoriki cut the Jesuit off with a glare.\n\n\"Ginjiro must be involved,\" Ren said. \"There's no other reason to send me here, and I know they argued yesterday. Ginjiro hit Chikao and threatened worse. Where is my partner's body? I want to see him.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'yoriki' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The bearers have already carried him off,\" the yoriki lied, his words surprisingly convincing. \"Ginjiro is under arrest and will be punished, though the evidence shows the death was accidental.\"\n\n\"Chikao is really dead?\" Ren's eyes reddened. \"This will devastate Mina.\"\n\nThe yoriki nodded. \"All the more reason for her to hear the news from you and not a dōshin. Will you accept the responsibility?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ren dipped his head in consent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course.\" He clenched his jaw and looked away, fighting to keep his emotions under control." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did this happen? How did he die?\"\n\n\"The details remain under investigation,\" the yoriki said. \"I cannot tell you any more.\"\n\n\"Would you like me to accompany you?\" Father Mateo asked the brewer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Often, a priest can make these burdens lighter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ren looked at Father Mateo. \"Thank you, but Mina would prefer a Buddhist priest.\" He bowed to cover the need to wipe his tears. \"Please excuse me, I have sad news to bear.\"\n\nHe straightened and walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro doubted Chikao's family and friends would accept the yoriki's explanation quite so easily after the initial shock wore off." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'father' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, grief came first. Questions would follow later.\n\nWhen Ren had left, Father Mateo turned to the yoriki. \"I trust your familiarity with the victim and his family didn't influence your decision not to investigate the crime.\"\n\nHiro stared at Father Mateo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even a fool knew not to accuse a yoriki a second time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The yoriki narrowed his eyes at Hiro. \"Translate my next words with exceptional care.\n\n\"I need not defend myself to any man. However, I will explain—once more—because the magistrate respects this foreign priest.\n\n\"I know Chikao because I arrest his son on a regular basis, usually for fighting and public drunkenness. I know Chikao's partner, Ren, because the profits from their brewery often go to pay young Kaoru's fines. I assure you, I do not consider either man a friend. In truth, I regret it was the father—not the son—who died today.\"\n\nAt the end of the Portuguese translation Hiro added, \"Do not antagonize him further.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo held Hiro's gaze just long enough to make the shinobi wonder if the priest would ignore the instruction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, the Jesuit nodded. \"Will the magistrate punish Ginjiro's wife and daughter?\"\n\nThe yoriki shook his head. \"The brewer's guilt will not extend to his family unless they played a role in the crime. Based on the facts, that seems unlikely. I will tell the magistrate they are innocent.\"\n\nHiro's attitude toward the yoriki softened slightly at those words, though he disagreed with the man's conclusions about Ginjiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please excuse me,\" the yoriki said, \"I must report to the magistrate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about the body?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The eta will see to the corpse.\" The yoriki indicated a trio of men approaching from the north. They walked unusually close together, heads low and faces bowed to the ground. Strips of cloth around their heads identified them as members of the untouchable caste.\n\nThe yoriki walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused to give instructions to the untouchables, who nodded in understanding but did not speak or meet his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo watched the silent men walk past and enter the alley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are they outcastes?\" he asked with interest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've never met one, until now.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"If you want to help Ginjiro, you will leave them unmolested.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You won't now, either,\" Hiro said. \"Not even beggars converse with their kind.\"\n\nFather Mateo looked disappointed. \"No man is untouchable to God.\"\n\n\"If you want to help Ginjiro, you will leave them unmolested.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro started toward the brewery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Besides, we need to speak with Ginjiro's family.\"\n\nThe shutters across the storefront rattled open as Hiro approached. Tomiko stood alone in the doorway. Despite her reddened eyes, she shed no tears. Instead, she gave Hiro the even look of a competent merchant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unlike a samurai woman, she had no need to act demure." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'tomiko' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good morning, Tomiko,\" Hiro said in formal Japanese. \"Please accept our condolences.\"\n\n\"My father did not kill Chikao,\" Tomiko said. \"I need your help to prove it.\"\n\nFather Mateo joined Hiro at the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We will help in any way we can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you evidence to prove your father's innocence?\" Hiro asked.\n\nTomiko's shoulders drooped. She shook her head. \"We were sleeping when the murder happened.\"\n\n\"The yoriki claims your father argued with Chikao last night,\" Father Mateo said. \"Did you hear it? Do you know what happened?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomiko shook her head again." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't work in the shop last night.\"\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Hiro said. \"I was here. I saw the argument.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: four sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Susan Spann style, mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Despite Tomiko's warning, Hiro and Father Mateo walked right past the narrow alley on Shijō Road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they reached the Kamo River, they retraced their steps until they found the unnamed alley, little more than a gap between an ancient apothecary and a brothel too low-class to afford a space in nearby Pontocho.\n\n\"I never would have looked for a brewery here,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nAs they entered the alley, daylight dropped to twilight, blocked by the buildings' eaves and faded laundry hanging overhead. Mildew and rotting garbage perfumed the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo coughed and raised a hand to his mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro stifled the almost overwhelming urge to follow suit. The odors burned his sensitive nose and set his eyes to watering. Only the lowest sort of drunk would patronize a dismal place like this.\n\nA pair of sake barrels stood outside the narrow entrance to a building that shared a wall with the apothecary's shop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A faded indigo noren hung in the entrance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blocky characters on the barrels and the noren read LUCKY MONKEY, but the door beyond the noren was closed and locked.\n\n\"That's strange,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Hardly surprising,\" Father Mateo answered. \"It's early yet.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Hiro said, \"but a hanging noren indicates the shop is open.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trailing fragments of spiderweb dangled from the noren's edges, capturing dust and dirt instead of flies.\n\n\"Then again,\" Hiro said, \"this one may never come down at all.\"\n\nHe reached between the panels and knocked hard on the wooden door.\n\n\"Perhaps we shouldn't disturb them,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro glanced over his shoulder at the priest. \"Mourning rituals can't begin until they wash and dress the corpse. I'm sure that hasn't happened yet.\"\n\nFather Mateo ran a hand through his hair. \"I may not share this family's faith, but I do respect their grief. Imposing on their sorrow—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"—seemed a good enough idea when we left Ginjiro's half an hour ago.\" Hiro finished the Jesuit's thought with different words. \"If we do not interrupt them now, the magistrate may execute Ginjiro prematurely.\"\n\nHiro turned and knocked again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Footsteps approached from the other side. The door swung open, revealing a barrel-chested youth with greasy hair and wrinkled trousers. He wore no shirt, his feet were bare, and he smelled like yesterday's sweat and stale sake.\n\nHiro recognized the man as Kaoru, Chikao's son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you want?\" The young man frowned at Hiro with no sign of recognition. He squinted at Father Mateo and added, \"You're not Japanese.\"\n\nThe Jesuit started to bow, but a look from Hiro turned the gesture into an awkward nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am Father Mateo Ávila de Santos, a priest, from Portugal.\"\n\nKaoru drew the door open farther. He stepped back as if inviting them to enter. \"Mother said she sent for priests. She hasn't returned from the temple, but you can wait inside if you want to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo opened his mouth, but Hiro shook his head and stepped inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wise men didn't explain mistakes until the host had missed his chance to slam the door.\n\nFather Mateo followed without comment.\n\nKaoru led the visitors through the entry and into a twelve-mat room. Medium-grade tatami covered the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cheap wooden backrests along the walls and a counter along the left side of the room identified the space as the Lucky Monkey's drinking room." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'stood' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Decorative scrolls adorned the walls, but their uneven strokes betrayed a novice hand. The monochromatic ink bled away from the images in jagged lines, like unwanted vines growing wild into a wall.\n\nThree large barrels stood in a corner behind the wooden counter, and a line of lacquered sake flasks stood like soldiers on the countertop. In places, the lacquer had worn away, revealing a black undercoat beneath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The choice of lacquered wooden flasks, instead of expensive stoneware, came as no surprise in a place like this.\n\nThe smell of last night's grease in the air diminished Kaoru's personal odor slightly. The lack of adequate ventilation, combined with a low, slatted ceiling, gave the room an oppressive feel. Hiro resolved to leave as soon as possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru walked to a sliding door on the far side of the room. He paused. \"My father lies through here.\"\n\nHiro shook his head. \"We are not the priests your mother summoned.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'kaoru' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then who are you?\" Kaoru asked.\n\n\"We have business with your mother,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Kaoru repeated. \"Why have you disturbed a house of mourning?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro gestured to the Jesuit. \"Father Mateo introduced himself already. I am his translator, Matsui Hiro.\" After a pause just long enough to allow the youth to absorb the information, Hiro added, \"The Jesuit carries the rank of samurai.\"\n\nKaoru should have bowed. He didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"May I ask your name?\" Father Mateo asked in a quiet voice.\n\nHiro recognized the Jesuit's attempt to ease the tension.\n\n\"I am Kaoru,\" the young man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We hoped your mother would grant us a favor,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro considered the overture ill-advised. He didn't know Kaoru well, but the young man's appearance and reputation didn't suggest a helpful nature. The Jesuit should have waited for the widow.\n\nKaoru squinted at Father Mateo and then at Hiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't understand the foreigner. He needs to speak Japanese.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am speaking Japanese,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru raised a hand to his forehead. \"I have a headache. What is he trying to say?\"\n\nHiro didn't expect most people to bow and scrape because of his samurai status, but Kaoru's arrogance went too far in the other direction. This came as no surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru had acted just as rudely the few times Hiro saw him at Ginjiro's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was time to make Chikao's son behave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro straightened his shoulders and laid a hand on the hilt of his sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know you, Kaoru, though clearly you do not remember me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru rubbed his eyes and squinted, lips apart and breathing through his mouth. At last he said, \"Ginjiro's. I saw you there.\"\n\nHiro nodded. Since they had never spoken, he had not expected Kaoru to remember.\n\n\"What are you doing here?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"We haven't come about your debt, but if you grant our favor I am sure Ginjiro will show leniency.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru demanded. \"I said I would pay the bill.\"\n\nBefore Hiro could follow up on this revealing comment, Father Mateo said, \"We haven't come about your debt, but if you grant our favor I am sure Ginjiro will show leniency.\"\n\n\"I don't need a murderer's leniency,\" Kaoru snapped.\n\n\"But Ginjiro and his family do need yours,\" the Jesuit said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru looked at Hiro. \"What did he say? I don't understand his foreign talk.\"\n\nHiro's frustration rose. \"You understood him fine just now.\"\n\n\"I didn't.\" Kaoru rubbed his temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I cannot understand a word he says.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro stifled a sigh and repeated Father Mateo's words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arguments only wasted precious time.\n\nKaoru considered the offer. \"Ginjiro will cancel my debt if I agree to your request?\"\n\n\"I said he would show leniency,\" Father Mateo said, \"I cannot promise cancellation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru looked at Hiro until the shinobi translated the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What help do you need?\" Kaoru asked.\n\nFather Mateo continued, with Hiro \"translating\" each sentence as he finished.\n\n\"Ginjiro didn't kill your father. We need the time to prove it. We wish you to ask the magistrate to delay Ginjiro's trial so that we can find your father's real killer.\"\n\n\"You are mistaken.\" Kaoru scowled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'threat' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ginjiro is guilty. Ren told me so when he brought the news—not that I needed his opinion. Just last night, Ginjiro made a threat to kill my father.\"\n\nKaoru stared at Hiro as if trying to force a memory through the fog of his sake headache. \"That's why I know you.\" He pointed at Hiro. \"You were there. You heard the threat!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing buddy needed! 9 sentences more in Susan Spann's voice. mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre. this is from a bigger story btw" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'finger' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo gave Hiro a look of alarm.\n\n\"You were there,\" Kaoru repeated, jabbing his finger at Hiro. \"You heard everything.\"\n\nHiro ignored the young man's pointing finger. Such an insult gave a samurai the right to kill a commoner, but Hiro didn't think Chikao's wife should lose her husband and her son in a single day.\n\n\"I did not hear Ginjiro threaten anyone.\" Hiro spoke in a tone he reserved for disobedient animals and fools. \"If you continue this disrespect, you'll learn what happens when brewers forget their station.\"\n\nKaoru lowered his hand. \"I apologize.\" He bowed, though his voice and face revealed no remorse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ginjiro threatened to kill my father. You may not have heard, but others did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell us what happened,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nThis time, Kaoru didn't wait for a translation. \"Yesterday evening, I went with my father to buy a barrel of sake from Ginjiro. My father offered a reasonable sum, but Ginjiro tried to cheat us. He claimed I owed him money and refused to sell us anything until we paid in full.\n\n\"My father refused to pay, so Ginjiro said he would get his money one way or another, no matter what he had to do to get it.\"\n\n\"That doesn't sound like a serious threat,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Did Ginjiro try to hurt you?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"No,\" Kaoru said, \"but he wouldn't have, with witnesses around. He waited 'til my father returned, alone, when the shops were closed.\"\n\n\"Why did your father return to Ginjiro's?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru scowled. \"He didn't mention his plans to me. He must have gone to pay the bill, because he feared Ginjiro.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why didn't you go with him?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"I was sleeping,\" Kaoru said. \"Why does a foreigner want to help a killer like Ginjiro?\"\n\n\"I don't believe Ginjiro killed your father,\" Father Mateo said. \"I want to help because my faith requires me to practice mercy, and seek justice, for all men.\"\n\n\"Most interesting,\" said a female voice behind them. \"You don't look like a Buddhist priest.\"\n\nFather Mateo startled, but Hiro had heard the creak of the door and feminine footsteps in the entry.\n\nBoth men turned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman had silver-gray hair and an unlined face that looked far younger than her voice suggested. She wore a pale kimono of creamy silk and a dove-gray obi. The hem of her dark blue inner kimono peeked above the neckline of the outer garment, emphasizing her ruddy complexion. The aftermath of tears still gave her eyes a glossy cast.\n\nShe bowed. \"I am Mina, wife of Chikao.\"\n\nFather Mateo bowed in return. \"Father Mateo Ávila de Santos.\" He gestured to the shinobi. \"My interpreter, Matsui Hiro.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Men of samurai rank didn't normally bow to a merchant's wife, but Hiro didn't mind the gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo's foreign status overcame the breach of etiquette, and his courtesy might inspire cooperation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mina crossed her hands and bowed again, more deeply than before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro nodded but didn't bow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How may I assist you?\" Mina asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We are deeply sorry for your loss,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Mina said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But a man cannot avoid his karma.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Karma?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"Does he know the word?\" Mina addressed the question to Hiro.\n\n\"I recognize it,\" the Jesuit said. \"I don't understand why you think your husband's karma caused his death.\"\n\nKaoru scowled. \"It was not my father's destiny to die in the street like a dog.\"\n\nMina looked at her son. \"Does your disbelief change what happened?\"\n\nKaoru did not answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mina's gaze returned to the priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do not mistake my acceptance for lack of emotion. I deeply regret my husband's death. I will miss him as long as I live. But, as a Buddhist, I must strive to sever worldly attachments and to accept the things I have no power to change.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tears welled up in her eyes but did not spill over. \"I confess, I find this obstacle more difficult than most.\"\n\nI find it odd that you refer to your husband's death as an \"obstacle,\" Hiro thought.\n\n\"Forgive me,\" Mina said. \"You did not come to watch a woman mourn. How may I help you?\"\n\n\"Ginjiro's family hired us to find your husband's killer,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nKaoru sniffed. \"The dōshin already arrested the guilty man.\"\n\n\"Perhaps they did,\" Mina said. \"Perhaps they didn't. Bandits rule this city after dark, and your father was carrying money to pay your debt. A thief does seem more likely than Ginjiro.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bandits carry knives,\" Kaoru said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My father wasn't stabbed.\"\n\nMina turned to Father Mateo. \"Do the facts support Ginjiro's innocence?\"\n\n\"We need time to investigate,\" the Jesuit said. \"We need your help to delay Ginjiro's trial.\"\n\n\"You are not dōshin,\" Mina said.\n\nFather Mateo nodded. \"True, but we are men who care about justice, and also mercy.\"\n\nHiro struggled to hide his frustration. Overblown statements of moral purpose rarely persuaded anyone, especially people who had to work for a living." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To his surprise, Mina asked, \"How much time do you need?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru threw his hands in the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is pointless. Ginjiro killed my father!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did the police recover the money Chikao took with him to pay the debt?\" Mina asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course not,\" Kaoru said. \"Ginjiro took it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Someone took it,\" Mina said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need to get it back, to pay the debt.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru opened his mouth to object but his mother continued, \"We owe Ginjiro money, and this murder does not change that fact.\"\n\n\"It does if Ginjiro did it!\" Kaoru glared at Mina. \"My debt was nothing compared with the value of my father's life.\"\n\nMina returned the glare with an even look. \"A man who does not pay his debts will never join the brewers' guild. You know this.\"\n\n\"Don't you already belong to the guild?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"Not yet,\" Mina said, \"our shop remains unlicensed. We petitioned for admission, but the za has not yet ruled on our application. We hoped Ginjiro would plead our cause—he did agree to help us—but that was before our son ran up a bill and did not pay.\"\n\n\"That's not the truth,\" Kaoru said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ginjiro inflated the bill in order to bribe us for his support.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive my son for his lack of tact.\" Mina shook her head at Kaoru. \"His anger will not bring his father back, or find the murderer.\n\n\"I wish to know the truth about my husband's death. I will ask the magistrate to give you four more days to find the killer.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: four sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Susan Spann style, mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears filled Tomiko's eyes when Hiro and Father Mateo explained that Chikao's family agreed to petition the magistrate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Four days is so much time,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know that you will find the real killer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro knew the time would pass more quickly than she thought but saw no reason to destroy her slender hope.\n\n\"If we don't, the magistrate could still conduct his own investigation,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nHiro's stomach sank. So much for hope.\n\n\"Please—no,\" Tomiko's eyes widened with sudden fear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My father won't survive interrogation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Interrogation?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean?\"\n\nHiro avoided looking at Tomiko as he answered. \"The law allows the magistrate to obtain a confession by any effective means.\"\n\n\"You mean he can torture Ginjiro until the brewer says what the yoriki wants to hear.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo raised his hand but stopped just short of running it through his hair.\n\n\"My father will not lie, and won't confess to a crime he did not commit,\" Tomiko said. \"They'll torture him until he dies because he will not break.\"\n\nHer hands began to tremble. \"Please, Matsui-san, I beg you. You must find the killer. It's the only way to save my father's life.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 11 sentences in the style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro turned pleading eyes on Father Mateo. \"You must believe me, I didn't intend the words as a threat to Chikao. I meant that I would report this to the magistrate.\"\n\nHiro found it curious that the brewer appealed to the priest.\n\n\"Did Chikao respond to the threat?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"No,\" Ginjiro said. \"What could he say? I didn't expect to see him again for a while. Not until he raised the money to pay off Kaoru's debt.\"\n\n\"But he returned to speak with you again when the shops were closed,\" Hiro said.\n\nGinjiro shook his head. \"He didn't. Well, he must have, but I didn't know he had until this morning.\"\n\nFive or six cages down the row, a gnarled hand extended through the bars and started waving.\n\n\"Hiro-san! Hiro-san! It's me!\" Suke the monk gripped the bars and pressed his nose through the opening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make the police release Ginjiro. He didn't kill Chikao.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"Then why does he claim he's guilty?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Make them release me too,\" said a ragged man in a nearby cage.\n\nSuke turned to the speaker. \"Shut up. You're guilty. You told me so.\"\n\nThe ragged man shrugged. \"It was worth a try.\"\n\nHiro asked Ginjiro, \"Did Suke kill Chikao?\"\n\n\"I doubt it,\" the brewer said.\n\n\"Then why does he claim he's guilty?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"Who knows why Suke does anything?\" Frustration crept into Ginjiro's voice. \"He's a drunk, with a drunk's imagination.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you know he's a drunk, why do you serve him sake?\" the Jesuit asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"He wouldn't go away if I refused,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He wouldn't go away if I refused,\" Ginjiro said. \"Besides, he doesn't drink that much and doesn't cause a scene.\"\n\nHiro redirected the conversation. \"Where did Suke go last night when your brewery closed?\"\n\n\"Into the alley, as always,\" Ginjiro said. \"He did take one of my flasks. I saw him slip it into his sleeve. He's done it before and always returns them. That's why I let him think I didn't notice.\"\n\n\"Do you let other customers take your flasks away from the shop?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"No. They bring a private flask when they want to take sake home,\" Ginjiro said.\n\n\"So the broken flask in the alley was the one that Suke took?\" the Jesuit asked.\n\n\"Has to be,\" Ginjiro said. \"I'm not missing another.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I'll talk with Suke.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro looked at Father Mateo. \"You stay here. He'll talk more freely if I go alone.\"\n\nAs Hiro approached, Suke's mouth gaped open in a nearly toothless smile. Hiro wondered how the monk remained so happy with his feet sunk ankle-deep in stinking filth.\n\nHe bent down to look Suke in the eyes. \"Why do you proclaim Ginjiro's innocence so firmly?\"\n\nA drop of drool glistened on Suke's lower lip.\n\n\"Because I am guilty.\" The monk raised a hand to his head. \"Can you get me some sake? I have a terrible headache.\"\n\n\"You have a headache because of sake,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly,\" Suke said, \"because there isn't any here!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro couldn't help but smile. \"Why did you kill Chikao?\"\n\nSuke straightened as much as the cage allowed. \"Self-defense—he tried to steal my sake flask.\"\n\n\"You killed a man over half a flask of sake?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"The flask was empty.\" Suke's smile disappeared. \"I am a dangerous man.\"\n\n\"Apparently so,\" Hiro said. \"Tell me, how did you kill him?\"\n\n\"I hit him with the flask, of course.\" Suke pantomimed the action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't ask how many blows it took. I did it in my sleep. When I woke up, the flask was gone and the man was already dead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That doesn't prove you killed him,\" Hiro said. \"In fact, it implies you didn't.\"\n\n\"It was me,\" Suke insisted. \"I am a monk but trained as a warrior. I can kill by instinct, even when sleeping.\"\n\n\"That's some instinct,\" Hiro said.\n\nSuke nodded solemnly. \"As I told you, I'm a dangerous man.\"\n\nHiro raised an eyebrow. \"Dangerous enough to kill a man for stealing an empty flask? I thought monks took vows to cherish life.\"\n\n\"I never claimed I was a good monk,\" Suke said. \"Between us—and this goes no further—I might drink more sake than I should.\"\n\nHiro struggled to find a nonsardonic response and failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fortunately, Suke didn't seem to expect an answer.\n\n\"You're right that I wouldn't kill a thief on purpose,\" the monk continued, \"but since I killed him in my sleep, I couldn't stop myself. It was me, and also not-me. Understand?\"\n\n\"Do you really believe you killed a man while sleeping?\" Hiro asked. \"I think the killer stole the flask without your waking.\"\n\n\"Not possible,\" Suke said. \"I sleep like a cat.\"\n\nHiro wondered how much experience Suke had with sleeping cats. \"If that's true, why don't you remember someone trying to steal your flask?\"\n\nRippling furrows appeared on Suke's brow. \"I killed Chikao. I know I did. Ginjiro had already locked the shop, and he never leaves the brewery after closing.\"\n\n\"Never?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're sure of that?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suke tipped his head to the side. \"I sleep in the alley. If he ever left the brewery, I would know.\"\n\nThe way you know you killed a man in your sleep. Hiro's patience, like his time, was running out." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 11 sentences in the style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun stood high overhead when Hiro and Father Mateo reached Ginjiro's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomiko had opened the shutters and stood behind the wooden counter, cleaning the countertop with a clean white cloth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't look up, but Hiro saw the shift in her posture that indicated awareness of their presence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused at the edge of the brewery floor, unwilling to enter without permission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Samurai didn't have to ask, but Hiro's notion of courtesy didn't hinge on formal etiquette.\n\n\"Good afternoon, Tomiko,\" he said. \"May we speak with you?\"\n\nShe looked up and bowed. \"Of course. Please come inside.\"\n\nHiro stepped out of his sandals and knelt up onto the knee-high brewery floor. Father Mateo followed suit. They crossed to the counter, though Hiro didn't hand his katana across the countertop. The rules about swords did not apply when the shop was closed.\n\nTomiko wiped her hands. \"Have you seen my father?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He seems unharmed,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'father' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He asked us to tell you he trusts you to care for the brewery, and your mother, in his absence.\"\n\nGinjiro hadn't said any such thing, but Tomiko would benefit from believing he had.\n\nAs Hiro expected, Father Mateo didn't confirm the lie but didn't deny it. The Jesuit seemed to understand that certain deceptions furthered a moral goal.\n\nTomiko inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, as if struggling to keep her emotions in check. \"Thank you. I will try to make him proud.\"\n\n\"Can you truly manage alone?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\nTomiko looked down at the counter. \"Forgive my directness, but you are a man of samurai rank. My problems are not an appropriate topic of conversation.\"\n\n\"Your personal safety is,\" Hiro said, \"and I think you underestimate the danger. Someone committed a murder here. The killer may return.\"\n\n\"Why would Chikao's death endanger me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomiko asked. \"Do you think his son might try to avenge him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you?\" Hiro asked. Kaoru wasn't his first concern, but Tomiko's comment made him curious.\n\n\"I don't know.\" Tomiko considered the question. \"He has a terrible temper, but I don't believe he would try to hurt us.\"\n\nHiro wondered how much Tomiko knew about her father's business, particularly Ginjiro's habits when it came to hiring guards or debt collectors. The woman had clearly inherited her father's talent for keeping secrets, and Hiro doubted she would admit to incriminating facts. He would need to approach the topic of private guards another way.\n\n\"What if Chikao's death was accidental?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"In our alley?\" Tomiko looked confused. \"What kind of accident would happen there?\"\n\n\"Did your father owe anyone money?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro suspected he knew the answer, but wanted to broach the topic of debt collectors without hinting at his ultimate objective.\n\n\"We have no debts,\" Tomiko said. \"My father spends no money before he earns it.\"\n\n\"What about debtors—aside from Chikao—or debt collectors your father hired to work on his behalf?\" Hiro kept the questions light, as if they stemmed from random thoughts. \"Had your father mentioned any trouble?\"\n\n\"Only the argument with Chikao and Kaoru,\" Tomiko said. \"We don't have many debtors. Father has hired collectors, from time to time, but I do not think he hired one to deal with Kaoru's debt. Not yet, at least.\"\n\nShe paused.\n\n\"No,\" she continued, \"I'm sure he would have told me if he had hired one. But this does give me a helpful idea. I think I'll hire a debt collector to guard the shop until Father returns.\"\n\nHiro didn't like the thought of Tomiko dealing with debt collectors, many of whom had flexible attitudes toward personal honor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her idea surprised him, too." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro's daughter seemed too wise to risk her safety with an unknown man.\n\nTomiko smiled at his concern. \"Do not worry, Matsui-san. The debt collector I intend to hire is a woman.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with six sentences in the style of Susan Spann. This is mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A samurai in lacquered armor guarded Sanjō Road at Karasuma Street.\n\nHiro wasn't surprised. Prosperous rice merchants often served as moneylenders, too. Their storehouses held not only coins but samurai heirlooms left as collateral for loans. With the city on alert, Matsunaga Hisahide would protect them. No man who wanted the shogunate would risk the loss of so much valuable treasure—or the tax revenue that accompanied it.\n\nDespite his understanding, Hiro bristled at the thought of yet another interruption." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guard stepped into the road and blocked their path. \"State your names and business in this ward.\"\n\nHiro felt his patience wane. \"Surely the shogun has more important business than keeping honest men from theirs?\"\n\n\"From their what?\" The samurai tipped his head to the side, confused.\n\n\"Their business,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My business is to protect this ward.\" The samurai stepped forward until his chin was only inches from Hiro's chest. \"Do not challenge my authority. I speak with the voice of Shogun Matsunaga.\"\n\nHiro raised an eyebrow. \"Matsunaga-san is taller than you and also better looking.\"\n\n\"How dare you!\" The samurai's hand moved to the hilt of his katana." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A second armored samurai emerged from a nearby shop, cheeks bulging with an enormous bite from a bun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he saw the situation, he swallowed quickly, stashed the bun in his armor, and joined his partner in the street. \"What's going on?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your friend believes himself the shogun's equal,\" Hiro said, consciously overlooking the fact that Matsunaga-san was not yet shogun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I chose to disabuse him of that notion.\"\n\nThe second samurai sighed. \"Yujiro, let them pass. We're only supposed to stop saboteurs and spies.\"\n\nThe comment revealed these guards hadn't worked together very long, or very often. Regular partners would not contradict one another in public.\n\nYujiro nodded at Father Mateo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The foreigner looks suspicious to me, and everyone knows you cannot trust a ronin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro ignored the insult." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Men promoted above their abilities often resorted to bullying.\n\nFather Mateo stepped into the samurai's path. \"Indeed, I'm quite suspicious. Best arrest me before I carry out my devious plot... to purchase a sack of rice.\"\n\nYujiro's cheeks turned purple. \"Did you insult me?\"\n\nFather Mateo squared his shoulders. \"I treat a man as he deserves, and you deserve no better.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 10 sentences, emulating the writing style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro and Father Mateo headed home along the path that paralleled the Kamo River.\n\n\"Why do you think Matsunaga-san has so many samurai guarding the city?\" Father Mateo asked. \"Shogun Ashikaga never used this many guards.\"\n\n\"Matsunaga-san has controlled the city for only two months,\" the shinobi said. \"You heard the guards. He is looking for spies.\"\n\n\"Spies would justify guards at the city boundaries and the gates, not samurai at the entrance to every ward.\" Father Mateo thought for a moment. \"Do you think the Ashikaga clan will challenge Matsunaga Hisahide's claim to the shogunate?\"\n\nHiro found the Jesuit's guess surprising but not startling. Father Mateo paid attention to local Japanese politics, and generally remembered what he learned." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"It struck me as odd that Hisahide announced himself as the shogun's chosen successor. Matsunaga Hisahide serves the Miyoshi daimyo. Why would Shogun Ashikaga name another lord's retainer to succeed him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Ashikaga blame Matsunaga-san for the shogun's recent death.\" Hiro offered a simpler truth in place of the deeper problem. \"They do not believe the shogun committed suicide.\"\n\n\"I wondered,\" Father Mateo said. \"It struck me as odd that Hisahide announced himself as the shogun's chosen successor. Matsunaga Hisahide serves the Miyoshi daimyo. Why would Shogun Ashikaga name another lord's retainer to succeed him?\"\n\nHiro knew the truth about the shogun's reported suicide, but he would not break an oath to satisfy the Jesuit's curiosity. Not when the words would cost the priest his life.\n\nInstead, he focused on the larger issue. \"The Ashikaga no longer possess the strength to defend Kyoto against Lord Oda. Matsunaga Hisahide has the power, and the allies, to keep the city safe.\"\n\n\"Provided the Ashikaga do not rebel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo nodded. \"These samurai guards are a show of force. Matsunaga Hisahide wants to send a message to the Ashikaga clan.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Hiro said, \"and also to Lord Oda. Hisahide will not tolerate threats to his bid for the shogunate.\"\n\nFather Mateo stopped walking. \"We made a mistake. We forgot to ask the names of the friends who went to the teahouse with Basho.\"\n\n\"You forgot,\" Hiro said. \"I decided not to ask. Hama would not have remembered the names.\"\n\nThe Jesuit gave the shinobi a cautious look. \"You mean, she would have lied.\"\n\n\"She lied already,\" Hiro said. \"No woman shows so little concern about her husband's disappearance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Unless she caused it,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro gave the priest a disbelieving glance. \"Especially if she caused it. No, I think she knows where Basho went.\"\n\n\"Then why say otherwise?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\nHiro smiled. \"Because she doesn't want us to find him.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary Collaboration:\n- Sentences: 12 sentences\n- Match character context\n- Genre: mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they entered the stinking alley off Shijō Road, shouting echoed from the Lucky Monkey's entrance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru stood in the brewery doorway, facing someone farther inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's my money,\" he yelled, \"the least you can do is leave something for me to inherit!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He yanked the door closed with a thump and stomped down the alley away from Hiro and Father Mateo.\n\nThe Jesuit paused. \"We should leave and come back later.\"\n\nThe Lucky Monkey's noren parted. Mina appeared in the entrance. She stood in the doorway and watched her son disappear into the space beyond the buildings.\n\nMina turned and noticed Hiro and the priest. \"Good afternoon.\" She bowed to cover her embarrassment. \"Once again, I must apologize for my son's behavior.\"\n\n\"May we speak with you inside?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"Of course.\" Mina stepped aside. \"That is, if you do not object to entering a house of mourning. May I offer you tea?\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We would like some tea.\"\n\nCrossing the threshold, Hiro heard the sound of rhythmic chanting somewhere farther inside the building. Male voices rose and fell in the cadence of funeral prayers. The monks had arrived, and formal mourning for Chikao had started.\n\nThe chanting grew more noticeable as Hiro and Father Mateo followed Mina into the brewery's drinking room.\n\nShe paused and gestured. \"Sit wherever you like. I will make the tea.\"\n\nWhen she left the room, Father Mateo said, \"I can't believe you asked for tea while she's in mourning.\"\n\n\"She offered.\" Hiro settled himself on the floor. \"Preparing tea gives her something to do, and normalcy offers distraction in difficult times. Also, I thought it would please you, since the tea gives us a different way to start the conversation. We may not need your god's help after all.\"\n\nFather Mateo gave the shinobi a disapproving look as Mina returned.\n\nShe carried a tray with a steaming teapot, three ceramic cups, and a plate of sweetened rice balls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She set the tray on the floor and knelt beside it, but instead of pouring the tea she asked the Jesuit, \"Would you like to pray?\"\n\nMina smiled at Father Mateo's startled look. \"I have a friend who worships your Jesus god. She prays before accepting food and drink. If you wish, you may offer your prayer aloud. Honest gratitude insults no one, whether or not we pray to different gods.\"\n\nShe laid her hands in her lap and bowed her head.\n\nFather Mateo offered a prayer, asking God to bless the house, and Mina, and the food. Hiro appreciated the Jesuit's keeping the prayer short. Tea tasted better hot, and questions, too, retained more palatability without a liberal helping of foreign faith.\n\nMina poured tea for Hiro and Father Mateo. She had brought a cup for herself but didn't fill it.\n\n\"May I pour you tea?\" Father Mateo offered.\n\nMina leaned back in surprise. Guests never poured the tea for female hosts, especially male guests of samurai rank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Unless, perhaps, you are fasting,\" Hiro offered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mina's face relaxed with sudden relief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am, to atone for my husband's sins. Thank you for understanding.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'father' 3 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long will you fast?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"For Chikao, until his funeral,\" Mina said. \"After that, I will fast on my own account.\"\n\nFather Mateo leaned forward slightly. \"Why do you need to fast?\"\n\nMina shifted the plate of rice balls toward her guests. \"I intend to become a nun, after I finish mourning for my husband.\"\n\n\"A nun?\" Father Mateo looked surprised. His features softened with understanding. \"Oh, a Buddhist nun. I apologize—my religion also allows for female nuns.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Mina asked. \"And do the widows of your faith elect this path?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When God calls them,\" Father Mateo said, \"and, sometimes, when they have no other method of support.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro caught the not-so-subtle hint but didn't mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sometimes Japanese widows also make this choice for economic reasons,\" Mina said, \"though I do not.\"\n\n\"Forgive me,\" the Jesuit said, \"but you mentioned that the moneylenders wouldn't give you loans...\" He trailed off.\n\nHiro had hoped the priest would remember Mina's comment about loans. A samurai could never ask, but Father Mateo's status as a foreigner, and a priest, created an excuse for intrusive questions.\n\n\"Chikao and I attempted to obtain a loan to pay off Kaoru's debts,\" the woman said. \"But the moneylender knows my son and wouldn't take the risk. Not without a licensed brewery to secure the loan.\"\n\nFather Mateo looked concerned. \"Then how...\"\n\nMina smiled. \"I don't need money. Chikao's death has freed me to pursue the path I chose many years ago.\"\n\nShe paused. After allowing sufficient time for Hiro and Father Mateo to change the subject if they wished to, she continued, \"I grew up near Tofuku-ji, and my father often took me for walks on the temple grounds. Even as a child, I wanted to become a nun and spend my days in meditation, seeking peace.\"\n\nHer eyes took on a distant look.\n\nThe monks' voices rose and fell in the background, chanting prayers.\n\n\"And yet, you chose to marry,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mina's eyes refocused on the priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As duty required. Obedient children place their parents' hopes before their own.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro wondered what Mina thought of Kaoru's selfish choices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now,\" she continued, \"my husband's death releases me to pursue my heart's desire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What will become of the brewery?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 13 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mina sighed. \"I do not know. I hoped my son would choose to learn his father's trade, but he refuses. Kaoru says he wants to sell our share of the brewery to Ren. My son will squander the money, but what can I do? He is adult, and male. I can't control him.\"\n\n\"Does Ren want to purchase the interest?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"I am ashamed to ask him,\" Mina said. \"It seems unfair to shackle Ren with debts, especially now. If my son would only accept his duty...\"\n\nShe trailed off into silence.\n\nHiro sipped his tea and waited.\n\nEventually Father Mateo asked, \"Did your husband know about your wish to lead a religious life?\"\n\nHiro wished the priest hadn't spoken. People shared more information when the burden of silence reached a certain weight.\n\n\"Chikao felt guilty for keeping me tied to the world,\" Mina said, \"but, as I often told him, I never regretted my choice to marry. I loved Chikao and enjoyed our life together.\"\n\n\"Does Kaoru know about your plans to become a nun?\" the Jesuit asked.\n\nMina gave the priest a searching look. \"My son did not kill his father.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary Collaboration:\n- Sentences: 12 sentences\n- Match character context\n- Genre: mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo blinked in surprise. Even Hiro barely managed to keep his reaction covered. Neither man expected Mina to broach the topic of Kaoru's guilt.\n\n\"That is what you came to ask me,\" Mina said, \"is it not?\"\n\n\"I—we—\" Father Mateo stammered.\n\n\"We did not expect you to guess it.\" Hiro opted for the truth.\n\nMina smiled. \"All too often, people assume detachment from the physical world derives from a lack of intelligence or perception. They are mistaken.\n\n\"I will answer your questions, but first, please tell me why you suspect my son.\"\n\nHiro saw no point in pretense. \"We have learned that Kaoru has a temper.\"\n\nMina lifted the teapot and refilled the shinobi's cup. \"I do not doubt my son could kill a man when drunk and angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I do not think he killed Chikao, and that opinion doesn't stem from a mother's blinded love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kaoru doesn't consider his father's death a benefit. They argued often, over money, but Chikao always conceded in the end. With his father dead, Kaoru will have to work—to support himself—which is the last thing he would ever wish to do.\n\n\"This is a terrible thing for a mother to say about her son, but Kaoru is far too selfish to kill his father.\"\n\n\"But he does inherit the brewery,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Our half of it, yes, but that will not support his habits long.\" Mina paused as if unwilling to finish her thoughts. At last she continued, \"I've said this much, I will say the rest. My son is a coward. He lacks the courage to take his father's life.\"\n\n\"Perhaps,\" Hiro said, \"but we would prefer some evidence of his innocence. Do you know where Kaoru went last night?\"\n\nMina considered the question. \"He wasn't here. If I had to guess, I would say the Sakura Teahouse, east of the Kamo River on Sanjō Road, or else at the Golden Buddha in Pontocho. Before you ask, I do not know what time Kaoru returned. He said he was here all night, and sleeping. I found him asleep and still too drunk to pay attention when Ren arrived this morning with the news of Chikao's death. Kaoru claims he returned before the brewery closed last night. He may be telling the truth. He may be lying. I don't know.\"\n\n\"What about Ren?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you know where he was last night?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ren worked here all evening with Chikao,\" Mina said. \"After the brewery closed, I cannot tell you, though I doubt that he went anywhere but home. Ren didn't believe in wasting money on women or entertainment. He wanted to join the brewers' guild and invest in a larger shop. To my knowledge, all his money went to savings.\"\n\n\"That must have caused some conflict with your husband,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Not with Chikao.\" Mina smiled. \"But Ren and Kaoru didn't get along.\"\n\n\"Ren admitted to arguing with Chikao about the decision to pay off Kaoru's debt,\" Father Mateo said. \"Did you know they argued?\"\n\n\"The argument involved my son. Of course I knew about it.\" Mina refilled the Jesuit's cup. \"Ren threatened to leave the partnership and join the brewers' guild alone if Kaoru's actions stopped the za from approving Chikao's part of the petition.\"\n\n\"Did that create bad blood between them?\" Hiro asked.\n\nMina smiled sadly. \"Chikao and I did not want Ren to bear the burden of Kaoru's... disappointing choices.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The monks' chanting rose and fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro considered Chikao's body—so close, and yet impossible to reach." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"We will treat him with respect,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered whether Mina would grant permission for a viewing. Doubtful, since the funeral prayers had started. Still, a request could do no harm.\n\n\"Would you grant us a favor?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"You want to see my husband's body,\" Mina said.\n\nThe comment left Hiro momentarily speechless. He forced his surprise away and said, \"We believe a closer examination will help us find his killer.\"\n\nMina nodded. \"I wondered when you would get around to asking. I didn't think the yoriki would let you view him at the murder scene. I will allow it, if you don't abuse his body in the process.\"\n\n\"We will treat him with respect,\" the shinobi said.\n\nMina led Hiro and Father Mateo across the room to the shoji that separated the common room from the space beyond. The sound of chanting increased as they reached the door.\n\nShe laid a hand on the door frame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please wait here while I offer the monks some tea. I would prefer they leave the room before you enter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You truly don't mind?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"I do not,\" Mina said. \"The dead may defile the living, but we cannot harm the dead.\"\n\nAn unusual attitude for a Japanese woman, but in character with Mina's perceptive nature.\n\nShe drew open the door and stepped into the room beyond.\n\nThe chanting stopped. Moments later, a line of elderly priests filed out of the room, followed by two boys in saffron robes.\n\nMina paused in the doorway as she left. \"If you touch my husband's body, leave no sign.\"\n\n\"May I ask why you chose to allow this?\" Father Mateo seemed confused.\n\n\"I respect every living creature, including the man accused of my husband's murder.\" Mina glanced into the room where Chikao lay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wish to know, with certainty, that the person who dies for this crime is guilty of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gestured toward the room. \"You have ten minutes.\"\n\nHiro and Father Mateo entered the tiny room. Mina slid the shoji closed behind them.\n\nA pattern of barrel-sized rings on the bare wooden floor suggested a former storage room converted to a far less pleasant purpose. The odors of sugi wood and straw still lingered beneath the incense in the air.\n\nChikao lay face-up on a narrow futon at the center of the room. A cone of incense smoldered in a ceramic burner near his head. One of his arms lay stiffly akimbo. The other reached out, as if grasping at something only the dead could see.\n\nFather Mateo looked from the corpse to Hiro. \"Is that normal?\"\n\n\"You mean the arms?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Jesuit nodded. \"Why are they sticking out like that?\"\n\n\"The body must have gone rigid before they retrieved it,\" Hiro said. \"The muscles will loosen tonight or tomorrow. After that, he will look more normal.\"\n\nHiro stepped to the side of the futon.\n\nFather Mateo followed. \"Only half his face is purple. Did it look that way before?\"\n\nPurple mottling covered the right side of Chikao's face from halfway across his nose to the side of his jaw. The left side of Chikao's face was deathly pale, except where swollen bruises blossomed around his eye.\n\n\"How did the killer bruise an entire side of Chikao's face?\" the Jesuit asked. \"And why is the right cheek bruised, and not the left one?\"\n\nHiro gestured to the mottled purple color on the right. \"The killer didn't cause this part. The parts of the flesh that lie toward the ground will always discolor shortly after death.\"\n\n\"Always?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro nodded. \"It takes a few hours, but yes, it always happens. The blood settles into those parts of the body, turning them purple, though the parts that actually touch the ground stay pale.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'chikao's' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He indicated the strip of bloodless skin on Chikao's right cheek and along the jawline. \"See? That's where he rested on the ground.\"\n\n\"So, dead people bruise on the underside?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"It's not exactly bruising,\" Hiro said. \"I think it has to do with the way the blood runs downward after the heart stops beating. That also explains why you see less discoloration when the victim dies from bleeding, because the blood ends up on the outside, rather than trapped beneath the skin.\"\n\n\"I didn't need to know that.\" Father Mateo stared at the patch of waxy skin along Chikao's jaw. \"Why does the part that touches the ground stay pale?\"\n\n\"That, I can't explain,\" Hiro said, \"but it happens every time.\"\n\n\"Interesting,\" Father Mateo said, in a tone that actually meant \"repulsive.\" \"The bruises around his eye look worse. Can that happen after death?\"\n\n\"Not after his heart stops beating.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro studied the dead man's face, and agreed with the priest." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bruises did look darker. \"This room is better lit than the alley. It might be an illusion.\"\n\nHe laid his hands on Chikao's outstretched arm. \"Let's turn him over.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 10 sentences, emulating the writing style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have you heard about Yoshiko's collection tactics?\" Hiro asked Mayuri." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lies and rumors, nothing more.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "can you add this somewhere in your response:\n\"I didn't speak with her myself. I had a meeting with the owner of the house across the road. You may have seen the ugly lanterns he installed a week ago.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The teahouse owner waved her hand as if to dismiss the topic. \"No man likes an aggressive woman, and some would rather make up lies than pay an honest debt. Wise people put no trust in debtors' words.\"\n\n\"Did you see Yoshiko last night?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"Briefly,\" Mayuri said. \"I didn't speak with her myself. I had a meeting with the owner of the house across the road. You may have seen the ugly lanterns he installed a week ago.\"\n\n\"I didn't notice,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"Clumsy carving, poorly finished... a disgrace to a high-class street.\" Mayuri sniffed. \"But you asked about Yoshiko. As far as I know, she picked up a list of debtors and left immediately.\"\n\n\"A long list?\" Hiro didn't ask for names. A teahouse owner never revealed her customers' identities.\n\nNot voluntarily, anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" Mayuri's lips pressed into a narrow smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Most of our visitors pay quite promptly since Yoshiko started work.\"\n\n\"Do you welcome your debtors as visitors, then?\" Hiro asked.\n\nMayuri's smile vanished. \"I will not disclose information about my patrons.\"\n\n\"Not to me, perhaps,\" Hiro said. \"You may feel differently standing before the magistrate.\"\n\nMayuri matched the shinobi's gaze with intensity, but as the seconds passed her expression wavered.\n\n\"I will not reveal my patrons' names,\" she repeated at last, \"but men who refuse to pay their debts will find no welcome here.\"\n\nHiro lowered his voice. \"I need to know if Yoshiko's list included a man named Kaoru.\"\n\nMayuri straightened. \"You know I will not answer that. However, I have heard that name, and the man it belongs to is not welcome here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spoke with a finality that indicated the end of the conversation.\n\nHiro stood. \"Thank you for your time.\"\n\nMayuri's forehead furrowed, sending shadowed lines across her features. \"What has happened to the man of whom you speak?\"\n\n\"To Kaoru? Nothing.\" Hiro paused in the doorway. \"His father is dead.\"\n\n\"And you think Yoshiko killed him.\" Mayuri narrowed her eyes. \"You believe it, without evidence, because she dares to call her life her own.\"\n\n\"On the contrary,\" Hiro said, \"I have no objection to independent women. I do, however, take offense when the guilty blame the innocent. I will find this killer, as I did in General Akechi's case, and if the trail leads back here, I promise, you will not escape unscathed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You may leave,\" Mayuri said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our talk is over.\"\n\n\"At last, we agree.\" Hiro slid open the shoji. \"There is no need to escort me out. I know the way.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write three sentences sentences in the style of Susan Spann spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro headed for the river, regretting his decision to see Mayuri. The teahouse owner essentially confirmed that Kaoru owed her money, but her words had offered little else of note. Worse, Hiro hadn't found an opening to ask what Mayuri knew about Yoshiko's other employers, and he doubted he would have a second chance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he reached the Kamo River, Hiro saw a samurai approaching. He slowed, loathing the thought of another confrontation with Matsunaga Hisahide's obnoxious guards.\n\nA lantern lit the samurai's features, revealing not a guard but Akechi Yoshiko." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wore a masculine blue kimono and an obi of smoky silk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her wakizashi hung from her sash and a long katana stretched upward behind her back. The longsword waggled when she walked like the tail of a happy dog.\n\nOr a she-wolf, Hiro thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoshiko bowed. \"Good evening, Matsui-san. Or, perhaps, I may call you Hiro?\"\n\nHiro returned the bow. \"Good evening, Yoshiko.\"\n\nHis use of her given name gave her permission to use his also; Hiro saw no way to refuse without causing offense." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is a pleasant surprise.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked past Hiro up the street. \"Are you coming from the Sakura?\"\n\n\"Yes. I was looking for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro smiled to cover the lie. He doubted the woman could see his features well in the gathering darkness but knew the smile would carry into his tone.\n\n\"For me?\" Yoshiko's voice revealed delight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro swallowed his distaste and smiled more broadly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hoped you would help me.\"\n\n\"Of course I will. I can walk with you, and you can explain on the way.\" Yoshiko inclined her head toward Hiro as she spoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the time, the shinobi thought that particular feminine gesture unduly subservient." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On Yoshiko, it looked absurd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No need,\" Hiro said. \"I do not want to interrupt your errand.\"\n\n\"Please, it would be my pleasure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She turned and stood at Hiro's side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He accepted the inevitable and started across the bridge.\n\n\"Where are we going?\" Yoshiko asked.\n\n\"Ginjiro's sake brewery.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ginjiro brews the best in Kyoto,\" Yoshiko said. \"As it happens, I need to visit there myself. Ginjiro's daughter, Tomiko, asked to speak with me this evening. I intended to see her later, but this works just as well. Better, really, because I can walk with you.\"\n\nShe lowered her face as if embarrassed, but the light of a passing lantern lit the smile that touched her lips.\n\nFor the second time that day, Hiro wished he could disappear." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 10 sentences, emulating the writing style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomiko stood in front of Ginjiro's, sweeping the street with a wooden broom. The merchants along the street took pride in keeping their storefronts clean.\n\nGinjiro's daughter looked up as Hiro and Father Mateo approached. She stilled her broom and bowed. \"Good morning, Matsui-san and Father-san.\"\n\n\"Good morning,\" Hiro said. \"Have you seen your father?\"\n\n\"I took him food this morning,\" Tomiko said. \"He seemed well. At least, as well as any man could seem, in prison.\"\n\nFather Mateo looked confused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The guards allowed you to take him food?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How else would a prisoner eat?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"In Portugal, the prison feeds them.\"\n\nHiro stared at Father Mateo and tried to imagine a prison where the guards gave the prisoners food. \"Who pays for the meals?\"\n\n\"The people do,\" the Jesuit said. \"The taxes we pay to the king are used, in part, to pay for prisons.\"\n\n\"Why should law-abiding people have to pay for feeding criminals?\" Hiro asked. \"Let the prisoners' families care for their own—or not, as they may choose.\"\n\nBefore the priest could initiate an argument about the proper treatment of prisoners, Hiro turned to Tomiko and said, \"We need more information about Kaoru.\"\n\n\"Kaoru?\" Tomiko repeated. \"Why ask me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He owed your father money, so he must have spent some time here,\" Hiro said.\n\nTomiko raised her shoulders in what might have been a shrug. \"My father always sent me out of the shop when Kaoru came. And yes, before you ask, he had a reason. Kaoru made... comments... some of them about me.\"\n\n\"Why didn't Ginjiro throw him out of the shop?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"He did, on at least two occasions,\" Tomiko said, \"but he decided not to ban Kaoru permanently, at least for now. You see, my father wanted to help Chikao and Ren. The za would never admit a man whose son was banned from entering a brewery. Father didn't want to hurt Chikao by making an issue of Kaoru's conduct.\"\n\n\"Instead, he made you leave,\" Hiro said. \"I take it Kaoru's comments went beyond a compliment on your appearance?\"\n\nTomiko looked down at her broom and didn't answer.\n\n\"You don't have to tell us,\" Father Mateo said.\n\nHiro frowned at the Jesuit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They needed the woman to talk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomiko's cheeks flushed pink as she raised her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It happened only once, when he was drunk. Kaoru grabbed my wrist. He wouldn't let go. He said...\"\n\nHer words trailed off into embarrassed silence.\n\nHiro didn't think Tomiko would complete the thought, but after a moment she drew a breath and continued, \"He said, 'When you're my wife, I'll know how you feel inside as well as out.'\"\n\nTomiko met Hiro's eyes with an unusual resolve. Few women, aside from prostitutes, could have said such words at all, let alone to an audience of males. The words made Hiro marvel that Ginjiro hadn't been arrested sooner.\n\nFather Mateo shifted the subject slightly. \"Did your father want you to marry Kaoru?\"\n\n\"My father would never force me into such a disgraceful match.\" Indignation flared beneath Tomiko's civil tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then what made Kaoru think he could marry you?\" the Jesuit asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't imagine,\" Tomiko said. \"My father never encouraged him and never discussed the matter with Chikao. I assure you, my father would never consider such a thing.\"\n\n\"Could someone else have given Kaoru that idea?\" Father Mateo asked. \"Chikao, perhaps?\"\n\nHiro wondered what made the priest believe Chikao would consider such a union possible. By all accounts, the brewer knew his son a worthless match.\n\n\"Anything is possible,\" Tomiko said, \"but no one mentioned marriage to me, and my father knows my views on the topic.\"\n\nTomiko's tone confirmed what Hiro had long suspected: Ginjiro's daughter did not intend to marry. Though rare, some artisans' daughters did inherit shops as sole proprietors—a lonely life, but not a bad one in its way. Either that, or she intended to delay her marriage while her parents lived, to ensure Ginjiro and her mother always had her help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chikao would want his son to marry,\" Father Mateo said, \"especially if he found a wife with business sense and skills to run a brewery.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Perhaps,\" Tomiko said, \"but I suspect Chikao knew better than to cast me in that role. He understood the nature of his son.\"\n\nHiro admired her restraint and changed the subject. \"What made your father want to help Chikao join the guild?\"\n\nTomiko bit her lower lip in thought. \"He never told me, and I never asked. Helping people is my father's way.\"\n\n\"Did Chikao ask for help, or did Ginjiro make the initial offer?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\nHiro glanced at the Jesuit, surprised the priest had thought to ask the question.\n\n\"It was Ren who first approached us,\" Tomiko said.\n\n\"Chikao's business partner?\" Hiro asked.\n\nTomiko nodded. \"Father met him at the New Year's Festival this year. Ren said he wanted to join the guild, and Father agreed to help. I think he felt sorry for Ren—as he would for any working man who didn't possess a wife or a growing business.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed,\" Hiro said. \"Do you know Ren?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'tomiko' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not to speak of.\" Tomiko shook her head. \"My father introduced him once, but I only really know what my father told me, which isn't much.\"\n\nHiro thought of the night Chikao died. \"Did you hear the fight between your father and Chikao? I know he sent you out of the shop, but voices sometimes carry through the walls.\"\n\nAnd women sometimes listen behind the noren.\n\nTomiko blushed, understanding the implication. \"Arguments upset my mother—she lives in fear of angry ghosts, and shouting also frightens her. She has many fears these days, all unfounded but very real.\n\n\"When Father told me to leave the shop, I understood that Kaoru might cause trouble. I took Mother upstairs, made her tea, and sat with her until she fell asleep. No, I didn't hear a thing that night.\"\n\n\"What time did your father come upstairs?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know exactly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"He told me it was nothing. At the time, I trusted him. Now I wish I hadn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Late. He closed the shop and locked the shutters. Then he came upstairs.\" She thought for a moment. \"I don't remember if I heard the temple bells.\n\n\"I asked him what happened with Chikao. He told me not to worry. But he did say something strange. He said to wake him if I heard a noise of any kind.\"\n\n\"Did you ask him what he meant?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"I did.\" Tomiko gripped her broom. \"He told me it was nothing. At the time, I trusted him. Now I wish I hadn't.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: four sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Susan Spann style, mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did the magistrate learn about your problems with Chikao?\" Father Mateo asked.\n\n\"Kaoru told him,\" the brewer said, though Hiro had already guessed the answer.\n\n\"You there!\" A man emerged from the prison house and hurried toward them. The hooked jitte in his hand identified him as a dōshin, and he wore a vibrant, patterned surcoat over dark hakama." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you think you're doing?\" the dōshin demanded as he reached them. \"You cannot speak with the prisoner now.\"\n\nHiro gestured to Father Mateo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This man is a priest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The brewer worships the foreign god?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dōshin frowned at Ginjiro. \"Is this true?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro bowed his head. \"I worship the foreigners' god, and Amida Buddha, and also follow the Shinto way.\"\n\nThe answer, though contrary to the truth and Father Mateo's theology, didn't sound abnormal. Many Japanese hedged their bets by worshipping all available deities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro was glad the brewer had the presence of mind to go along with the lie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dōshin scratched his head. \"I don't remember the magistrate granting permission for a priest...\"\n\nHe trailed off, unable to reconcile his respect for religious practices with his duty to follow orders.\n\nJust when Hiro thought the ruse might work, the dōshin said, \"I can't allow it. The yoriki could have me whipped for letting you interrupt an interrogation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This man has had enough for one day,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"God restricts the maximum number of lashes a man can receive at once.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Truly?\" Curiosity overcame concern. \"How many does your god allow?\"\n\n\"Forty,\" Father Mateo said. \"No more, regardless of his crime.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dōshin looked at Ginjiro." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then he still has a few to go.\"\n\n\"It is a maximum, not a goal.\" The Jesuit frowned, displeased his plan had failed.\n\nHiro wondered whether the rule existed or whether the priest had made it up to reduce Ginjiro's punishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you intend to beat this man again?\" Father Mateo demanded.\n\n\"That depends,\" the dōshin said, \"on whether he confesses.\"\n\n\"What if he isn't guilty?\" Father Mateo asked. \"Surely you wouldn't expect an innocent man to confess a crime.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Kyoto police do not arrest innocent men,\" the dōshin said. \"If he doesn't confess before his trial, or during it, the yoriki will bring him here and press him until he does.\"\n\nFather Mateo looked at Hiro and switched to Portuguese. \"Does he mean they intend to place him beneath a stone? They do this in my country, too. It's almost always fatal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro took a moment to parse the question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lack of proper names helped keep the conversation secret but made the Jesuit harder to understand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" he replied in the Jesuit's tongue, \"and they will increase the weight of the stones until he confesses or dies.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'dōshin' exactly 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro switched to Japanese and told the dōshin, \"The foreigner does not speak our language well.\"\n\nThe dōshin nodded, neither surprised nor offended.\n\n\"May I speak with you privately?\" Hiro asked the dōshin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They walked a few steps away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Hiro hoped, Father Mateo remained at Ginjiro's side.\n\nThe shinobi lowered his voice as if to keep the priest from overhearing. \"Will the magistrate hear this case tomorrow? And press him immediately afterward?\"\n\n\"That's what I heard,\" the dōshin said, \"assuming the brewer doesn't confess to the magistrate during the hearing. Why do you care? You can't observe the pressing.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"How can a priest ensure a man is honest?\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On the contrary,\" Hiro said, \"we must. The foreign god has different rules than Japanese kami do. If one of his worshippers dies with a lie on his soul, the foreign god will send that man to the hell of everburning flames. The priest must witness the brewer's confession and confirm he died an honest death.\"\n\n\"How can a priest ensure a man is honest?\" the dōshin asked.\n\n\"How would I know?\" Hiro said. \"I'm a translator and scribe. I know his rituals. I don't share his faith.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think the yoriki will allow it,\" the dōshin said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll have to get the magistrate's permission.\"\n\n\"We will obtain permission.\" Hiro nodded, the gesture just shy of a bow. \"Thank you. Now we will leave, to save you trouble.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 11 sentences in the style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The samurai took an aggressive step forward." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: Your response must contain: \"I respectfully decline to be arrested.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have orders to guard this bridge, and to arrest any person who seems suspicious.\"\n\nHe glared at Hiro to reinforce the threat.\n\nThe shinobi felt a strong desire to give the insolent samurai a lesson—and a limp. Fortunately, training and the wish to avoid arrest stayed Hiro's hands. Instead, he bowed. \"I will go home and retrieve the pass.\"\n\nThe samurai scowled. \"I've changed my mind. I'm taking you to the magistrate, on a charge of trying to enter the city without the required documentation.\"\n\n\"That charge does not apply to a man who hasn't passed a barricade,\" Hiro said. \"Do you really want to confess to arresting an innocent man a mile from his home?\"\n\n\"Enough!\" The guard made a grab for Hiro's arm. \"You're under arrest.\"\n\nHiro stepped away and laid a hand on his katana. \"I respectfully decline to be arrested.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The samurai's nostrils flared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How dare you threaten the shogun's agent?\"\n\n\"I made no threats,\" the shinobi said, \"I simply refused your invitation to visit the magistrate.\"\n\n\"With a hand on your sword.\" The samurai lowered the arquebus until its muzzle pointed at Hiro's chest.\n\n\"I'm carrying a towel.\" Hiro waved the strip of cloth across the end of the samurai's firearm. \"What kind of man starts trouble with a towel?\"\n\n\"That might be a ruse,\" the samurai snapped.\n\nHiro wondered whether the samurai realized his arquebus wasn't primed and wouldn't fire. \"Perhaps you would change your mind if you knew I reside in the home of the Portuguese merchant who sold that weapon to Matsunaga-san.\"\n\nThe samurai glanced at the weapon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The shogun's quartermaster issued this to me this afternoon. I do not know who bought it or from whom.\" He raised the weapon's muzzle a fraction. \"How do I know you're telling the truth? You might be a shinobi in disguise.\"\n\n\"Do I look like a shinobi?\" Hiro asked.\n\nThe arquebus wavered. \"How would I know? I've never seen one. Nobody sees a shinobi and lives.\"\n\n\"Consider this carefully,\" Hiro said. \"If you take me to Magistrate Ishimaki—who, I will add, is a friend of mine—I will have to file a formal complaint against you. Would your record survive the embarrassment of arresting a man for bathing?\"\n\nThe samurai stared at Hiro's towel. After a minute that felt much longer, he scowled.\n\n\"Go on, then, but I'm following you to the bathhouse, and I'll wait outside to ensure you aren't faking.\"\n\n\"You're welcome to follow me all the way in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro shrugged. \"It's a public bath. But, just out of curiosity, who will watch the bridge while we are bathing?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The samurai scowled. \"Go away. Enjoy your bath.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Hiro smiled. \"I intend to.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: 1 sentence\nVoice: Susan Spann" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Hiro soaked in the heated water, he considered the samurai guards throughout Kyoto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The presence of the samurai sent a message to the Ashikaga clan, as well as every spy within the city—a message that Matsunaga Hisahide met all threats with force." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, Hiro suspected Hisahide had a secondary goal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Samurai at the city gates would send a similar message with less effort and expense than posting men in every ward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro wondered what the acting shogun gained by flooding the streets with guards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To his intense frustration, the answer eluded him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Miyoshi's threat of war did not explain the city guards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An army on the march moved slowly, giving Hisahide time to secure the city before his enemies arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The battle would start outside the Japanese capital, not within it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro's instincts warned him that Hisahide was up to something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unfortunately, those instincts couldn't tell him what it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hurried home as twilight doused the final flames of the setting sun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he passed the Kamo River bridge, he nodded to the grumpy samurai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guard pretended not to notice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he reached the Jesuit's house, Hiro heard the distinctive murmuring of voices raised in prayer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled. Father Mateo held worship meetings almost every evening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With luck, the shinobi could change his clothes and leave again before the Jesuit realized he'd been home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro laid his hand on the garden gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aggressive barking started in the yard across the street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro turned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A giant akita strained against the woven rope that tied it to a stake in the neighbor's yard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro knew the dog did only what its nature called for, but he did not like the beast's near-constant barking in the night—or the memory that this dog had almost killed the Jesuit whose life was tied by oaths to Hiro's own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro stalked across the road in the gathering dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shinobi did not take revenge on beasts, but Hiro wanted to teach the dog a lesson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stopped three feet from the end of the rope, sending the akita into a frenzy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The barking increased. A line of drool swung from the dog's bared fangs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The akita lunged against the rope, but cord and stake held firm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the weeks since the Jesuit's injuries, the neighbor had learned to tie his dog securely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro snarled, a sound in tone and timbre indistinguishable from the akita's own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dog stopped barking, momentarily confused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro lunged. The dog leaped backward with a startled yelp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The akita growled. Hiro growled back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The akita barked, but with less confidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro suddenly realized how foolish he looked and that he had momentarily—and unwisely—let his own emotions off the rope." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't actually want the neighbor's dog to quit its barking altogether." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He loathed the beast for biting the priest, but as long as the neighbor kept the dog securely in the yard, the dog did make a decent warning system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like you,\" Hiro said as the dog resumed its barking, \"but for now your usefulness outweighs the irritation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro returned to the Jesuit's yard and slipped through the garden gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hoped no one had seen his conversation with the dog." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't understand why he approached it in the first place—he didn't usually let emotion rule his conscious mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The difficulties of this day, and this investigation, must be having more effect than he had realized." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro reminded himself that he must think before reacting from now on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gato greeted him at the veranda door with a mew and a patter of paws." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt the cat rub against his shin and bent to pick her up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone—probably Ana—had already lit the brazier in the corner of Hiro's room and unfolded his narrow futon on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro gave the mattress a longing look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Given his plans, he wouldn't be using it very much that night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gato squirmed. Hiro set her down and watched her trot into the garden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He left the door ajar for her return, crossed to his desk, and knelt before it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a moment to clear his thoughts, he walked his mind through his plans for the evening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He visualized himself avoiding the samurai patrols and reaching Basho's shop without detection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once there, he intended to find Basho and learn what the merchant knew about the murder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He imagined the encounter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basho would likely flee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In his mind the shinobi tripped the merchant, who fell to the ground with a thump." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro opened his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thump was real." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Mateo's worship service had gone silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone pounded on the Jesuit's front door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro leaped to his feet and listened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His urge to rush to the priest's defense waged war against the training that required him to hold his ground until he knew the nature of a threat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The visitor might not mean the Jesuit harm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro split the difference." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He crouched at the door that separated his room from the common room and listened.\n\nMoments later, a reedy voice called, \"Hiro-san! Where are you?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant for a segment of a larger mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s story. Your partner will send something and you will write the next two sentences. Characters may already be established." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suke's face lit up in a gleeful smile. \"Cats do like sake!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gato continued licking at the spot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro didn't know what the spot contained, and didn't want to. He grabbed the cat, who flailed her paws in a vain attempt to return to the monk's kimono." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I apologize for her lack of manners.\" Hiro tucked the cat to his chest and stroked her fur." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment, Gato ceased her struggling and relaxed in the crook of his arm. A rumbling purr rose up in her throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suke leaned forward. \"Does it like your rubbing its fur that way?\"\n\nHiro looked at Gato, aware of how unusual his interaction with the cat appeared to others' eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most Japanese people thought of cats as useful vermin hunters but developed no attachment to the beasts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until he rescued Gato, a little over a year before, Hiro had never known a cat and had no real desire to bring one home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the intervening months, his opinion changed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He ran a hand over Gato's back, enjoying the feel of her fur beneath his fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She seems to like it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gato's purr crescendoed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suke raised a gnarled hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can other people touch it? Does it bite?\"\n\nHiro glanced at Gato." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She does bite, sometimes, mostly just in fun.\"\n\nSuke touched the cat with the tips of his fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A smile crept over his face as he stroked her neck and back with a gentle touch. \"It has hair like a baby, soft and warm.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro wondered how Suke knew the feel of an infant's hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He realized how little he really knew about the monk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unraveling that mystery would have to wait for another day.\n\n\"I have a plan to help Ginjiro,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why didn't you say so?\" Suke straightened and laid his hands in his lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How are we going to free him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro resisted the urge to dismiss the question. Suke needed to feel useful, if only to prevent him from unwanted interference." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Hiro didn't answer right away, the monk stood up and said, \"We should go at once.\"\n\nHiro thought quickly. \"We can't be seen together. You were right—there's too much risk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suke leaned forward conspiriatorially." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give me a job. I can handle it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro stood up. \"All right. I need you to watch a suspect.\"\n\nSuke's grin told Hiro the monk had fallen for the plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go back to Ginjiro's,\" Hiro said, \"and look for Akechi Yoshiko.\"\n\n\"You want me to watch a kitsune?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suke drew back, aghast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What if she leads me into the mountains and traps me there forever?\"\n\n\"Yoshiko is not a fox spirit,\" Hiro said, \"though, if she were, I would think a man of your wisdom could outwit her easily.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Concern warred with pride on Suke's face. At last he said, \"I am a dangerous man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To foxes as well as to humans, I am certain,\" Hiro said. \"Tomiko hired Yoshiko to guard the brewery tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think a kitsune might have killed Chikao?\" Suke asked.\n\n\"Foxes don't strike men on the head with sake flasks,\" the shinobi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Still, I think it wise to use discretion. Akechi-san should not suspect you're watching.\"\n\nSuke nodded. \"I will be as secretive as a shinobi!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He furrowed his brow. \"I'll need a disguise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pretend to be drunk and sleeping in a corner,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suke frowned. \"That's not a disguise. I do that all the time.\" He paused. A smile crept over his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But this time, I'll be faking! Hiro-san, that might just work!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The monk had all the subtlety of a swarm of bees in a bathhouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro hoped someone would buy Suke enough sake to make the monk forget his assignment altogether. Unfortunately, Hiro couldn't give Suke any more money—the monk didn't usually have any coins, and Hiro had already given him money recently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone might notice and ask Suke where he obtained the silver." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro didn't trust the monk to remember his assignment was a secret." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, he felt fairly certain that someone would offer the monk a drink.\n\nHiro escorted Suke across the veranda and through the garden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't want to disturb the prayer meeting a second time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they reached the street, the monk took off for Ginjiro's at a surprisingly rapid pace, as if determined to reach the sake shop in time to beg a drink before the generous patrons left.\n\nAfter Suke disappeared, Hiro returned to his room to prepare for his own clandestine mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He changed from his gray kimono into a pair of dark hakama and a dark blue surcoat that blended with the shadows. As he dressed, he grew aware that the sounds of prayer had ceased again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused and listened but heard no voices in the common room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo must have concluded the worship service earlier than usual.\n\nHiro finished tying his obi and went to the door that separated his room from the common room beyond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slid the shoji open and looked out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo knelt by the hearth, alone, eating his dinner off a lacquered tray.\n\nHiro joined the priest at the hearth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I apologize if Suke ruined your meeting.\"\n\nThe Jesuit smiled. \"He caused a stir but did no damage. I needed to end the service early anyway. Some of my converts walk a long way to get here. I didn't want them leaving late, with so many guards in the streets.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro nodded. An arrogant samurai wouldn't hesitate to harass a prostitute, or any other commoner, for that matter.\n\nThe front door banged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heavy footsteps thumped in the entry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro faced the entrance without alarm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only Luis Álvares sounded so much like a drunken bear.\n\nLuis stormed into the common room, cheeks red and shoulders heaving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without a word, he crossed to the hearth and thumped himself down in the seat reserved for the master of the house. As usual, Hiro found the merchant's choice offensive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo claimed he didn't care, but the shinobi hated seeing Luis in the Jesuit's rightful place.\n\nAfter crossing his legs in an awkward manner, Luis declared, \"I've sent a message to the Miyoshi daimyo, telling him that a merchant in Fukuda will take over the sale from here. I believe that should resolve the shogun's issue.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turned his face toward the kitchen and shouted, \"Ana!\"\n\nLuis leaned forward and peered at Father Mateo's dinner tray." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No meat tonight? How do these people survive on rice and mush?\"\n\nHiro raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Teaching Luis to appreciate Japanese customs was like capturing wind in a bucket, and Hiro didn't waste his precious time on futile acts." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: 1 sentence\nVoice: Susan Spann" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basho looked at his lantern and murmured, \"I didn't want Kaoru arrested... because of his mother.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That wasn't the answer Hiro expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean? Explain yourself!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I knew Mina—Kaoru's mother—before she married.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basho gestured toward the shutters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Her father owned the shop across the street and two doors down. I wanted to marry her, but her father chose Chikao instead of me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You stopped an arrest because you care about some drunkard's mother?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't have to believe me,\" Basho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it's the truth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did you learn on your little walk?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro narrowed his eyes at the merchant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kaoru talked about calling upon the angry ghosts of Ginjiro's ancestors and how a selfish man would always pay for his selfish ways. He said, 'We'll see how big Ginjiro feels when he's lost everything.' Ginjiro is another sake brewer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know who he is,\" Hiro hissed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Enough delay. Tell me who killed Chikao.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I swear, I do not know.\" Basho looked desperate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you truly knew nothing, you wouldn't have guessed that he was the man I meant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro drew his wakizashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you remember more with a blade at your neck?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please,\" Basho whimpered. \"I don't know who killed him. I swear. I was told that he died but nothing more. Please, I have a family...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro believed the merchant but needed to ensure his silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He placed the point of his sword on Basho's stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will never mention this conversation. Not to anyone, including your wife.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't breathe a word.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears spilled over Basho's eyelids, but the merchant didn't dare wipe them away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I swear I won't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hope not,\" Hiro said, \"because I will know, and even a word is more than your life is worth.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sheathed his sword, slid the shutters open, and dashed away into the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he reached the opposite side of the road, he hid in the shadows and watched Basho close up the shop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't leave until the locks slid into place with a click that echoed through the midnight silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro didn't worry about Basho discussing his visit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kyoto's bandit clans showed mercy to people who held their tongues, but none to those who talked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basho would never risk his family's safety, or his own, by telling tales." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unfortunately, the merchant's words had not revealed as much as Hiro hoped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shinobi considered the story as he made his way home through the darkened streets and alleys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even if ghosts existed—and Hiro did not believe they did—the dead would not obey the commands of the living." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo's religion claimed that people could speak with a holy ghost, but the priest didn't say he could bend the ghost to his will." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the contrary, the Jesuit claimed it worked the other way around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "However, the part about Ginjiro's losing everything suggested a real threat and also implicated Kaoru." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro might have dismissed the story as a drunken flight of fancy, but the words meshed well enough with the facts to make him wonder why Chikao returned to Ginjiro's brewery the night he died—and whether or not he truly returned alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone in Kyoto knew what happened in that alley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro had to find out who and make that person talk—and he had less than half a day in which to do it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wished he could have asked Basho what time Kaoru left the Golden Buddha on the night Chikao died, but the question would have sounded too suspicious coming from a bandit's lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would have to learn the answer another way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he reached the bridge at Sanjō Road he found half a dozen samurai standing guard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Given the explosion and the missing guard, he expected more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro waited in the shadows until the guards distracted themselves in conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they did, he scurried off to cross the river farther north." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only a single samurai guarded the bridge at Marutamachi Road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guards must have decided Hiro's bombs were an isolated incident, worthy of extra guards at that location but nothing more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro slipped under the western end of the bridge and considered his options." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He doubted his physician act would work so close to home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guards who patrolled this bridge had seen him in the past, or else would see him in the future, making the lie too great a risk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Explosive charges wouldn't help him either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One exploding lantern was coincidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two explosions in one night meant sabotage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro wanted to get across the bridge, but not enough to generate a citywide alert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A shadow moved in the street to the west of the bridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro watched it from his hiding place among the pilings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shadow didn't move like a tree or with the measured pace of a human being or a horse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The movements came at intervals, and without repetition, in the manner of a spy who wanted to remain unseen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nervous excitement loosened Hiro's joints and pooled in his stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whoever approached the bridge did so with the stealth and speed of a highly trained shinobi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro took a long, slow breath to counteract the energy that lit his veins on fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Many shinobi worked in Kyoto, rivals as well as those from his own ryu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unfortunately, a shinobi heading east on Marutamachi Road at night suggested only two potential targets—and only one if the assassin crossed the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If that happened, Hiro would have to kill the spy before he reached the house where Father Mateo lived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other shinobi approached the river slowly, with the subtlety of a master." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro tracked the assassin's movements with interest, wondering how the rival shinobi planned to cross the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He doubted the assassin would swim the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not only would the samurai guard see someone in the water, but soaking clothes would leave a trail—a fatal error no trained spy would make." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shadow reached the final house before the bridge and disappeared into the yard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro fixed his eyes on the spot and waited. Nothing moved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps the assassin wasn't after the Jesuit after all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro breathed a sigh of relief and reprimanded himself for the assumption." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the surge of excitement left his muscles, Hiro wondered who lived in the house at the end of the street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared at the building but saw no clues to the owner's identity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He saw no sign of the assassin, either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No light shone through the latticed windows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No foliage moved in the yard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro turned his thoughts to the river and how to cross it safely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A woman's scream shattered the silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro tensed. The scream came from inside the final house before the river—the one the shinobi assassin entered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Help!\" the woman screamed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Help me! Help! A thief!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Geta thumped on the wooden bridge as the samurai guard responded to the cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Footsteps pounded the earthen road, and Hiro peeked from beneath the bridge to watch the samurai race to the darkened house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro crouched, preparing to run across the bridge the moment the guard disappeared from view." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew he could get across and hide before the samurai returned." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took a breath, prepared to run...\n\n... and ducked back into his hiding place as the strange shinobi broke from the shadows and raced across the Kamo River bridge." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant for a segment of a larger mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s story. Your partner will send something and you will write the next two sentences. Characters may already be established." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The following morning, Hiro and Father Mateo walked to the Lucky Monkey brewery. Father Mateo carried his travel papers to ensure they met no samurai delays." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro disliked obeying Hisahide's protocols but acknowledged that cooperation ended better than spiteful argument." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'river' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They crossed the river at Shijō Road. Only a single samurai stood guard on the river bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He seemed relaxed and didn't ask to see their travel papers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently, the missing samurai's body had not been found.\n\nA short distance past the river, Hiro turned into Pontocho." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where are we going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the Jesuit asked. \"This isn't the fastest way to the Lucky Monkey.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need to make an intermediate stop,\" the shinobi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they walked down the narrow, shuttered alley, Hiro inhaled the distinctive smells that meant the morning's night-soil collection hadn't occurred on time.\n\nHe stopped in front of the moneylender's shop across the street from the Golden Buddha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he raised a hand to knock, the wooden door swung open before his fist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro lowered his hand and nodded to the familiar, beautiful woman in the doorway.\n\n\"What do you want?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked. \"You already know that I don't help your kind.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We haven't come for a loan,\" Hiro said. \"We want to know about the debt Akechi Yoshiko collected for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That is a private matter,\" the woman said.\n\n\"Between you and a man named Kaoru?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman seemed to consider closing the door in Hiro's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't discuss my loans, or the names of my clients.\"\n\n\"So, if I wanted to repay that loan, you wouldn't let me?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moneylender crossed her arms. \"That trick won't work with me. Also, I told you, I don't make loans to men.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro nodded. \"Very well, I'll speak with Mina. Thank you anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mina?\" the woman looked confused.\n\n\"Kaoru's mother,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moneylender's eyes revealed no recognition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have never heard that name, Matsui-san.\"\n\nHiro caught a subtle shift in the woman's tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He also noticed something else. \"When did you learn my name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"After you left, I went to the Golden Buddha,\" the woman said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eba didn't know you, either, so I asked around. Your foreign friend has a good reputation, which is the only reason I opened the door for you today.\"\n\nHiro gambled on the truth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're investigating a murder, and believe Akechi Yoshiko has information about the crime. Did you see her in Pontocho two nights ago? Perhaps at the Golden Buddha?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Golden Buddha?\" The moneylender laughed. \"She wouldn't cross the threshold. But I did see her that evening. She was here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which shop did she visit?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This one.\" The woman gestured toward the ceiling. \"She was here. She wanted to collect a debt from one of the Buddha's patrons, but she knew if he saw her coming, he would run. She asked me to let her watch for him from one of my upstairs windows.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you agreed?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In a manner of speaking.\" The moneylender crossed her arms again. \"She made a request I could not refuse.\n\n\"A little over a year ago I brokered a deal to move an entertainer from the Sakura Teahouse to a brothel here in Pontocho." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were lies involved, although I didn't know them at the time. I learned about it only after the girl's lover died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two nights ago, Yoshiko said she knew about the lies and that the brothel paid far less than the girl's real value. She threatened to call me before the magistrate on a claim that I conspired to help the brothel cheat the Sakura Teahouse on the purchase price. That is, unless I let her use my house to wait for the man she sought.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yoshiko didn't work for you, then.\" Father Mateo frowned. \"Why didn't you call the dōshin?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To what end?\" the moneylender asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Akechi-san is samurai. I am not. The dōshin may not like her, but her rank would still prevail.\"\n\nA smile crept over the woman's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I handled the situation a different way. I allowed Akechi-san to watch... and also sent a boy to warn the debtor.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So Yoshiko never saw her target leaving,\" Hiro said.\n\n\"I don't know,\" the moneylender said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'sleep' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was watching from the window when I went to sleep a few minutes before midnight. When I woke, at dawn, she had gone. I sleep soundly. I didn't hear her leave.\"\n\n\"Why did she come here yesterday?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moneylender smiled. \"Much the same reason you're here now. She threatened to shut my business down if I spoke to anyone about her waiting here that night.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then why are you telling us?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As I said, you have an unusual reputation.\" The moneylender nodded toward the far side of the street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"People say you intervene to stop the poor from suffering without cause. I'd say that merits help when I can give it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We appreciate your assistance.\" Hiro retrieved a handful of silver coins from his purse and dropped them into the moneylender's palm with a gentle clink." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 10 sentences, emulating the writing style of Susan Spann." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think, perhaps, you can help us more than you realize,\" Hiro said. \"May we explain?\"\n\nMina stepped away from the door. \"Of course. May I offer you tea or sake?\"\n\n\"No, thank you.\" Hiro followed her inside. \"We can't stay long.\"\n\nWhen they reached the drinking room, Mina made a gesture that invited the men to sit.\n\n\"Forgive my directness,\" Hiro said, \"but we need to leave in time for the brewer's trial.\n\n\"During our previous visit you mentioned a need to atone for your husband's sins—to ensure the heavenly judges pass his soul to paradise. What, precisely, threatens your husband's spirit?\"\n\nMina looked at the floor. \"Chikao was not a wicked man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We believe that,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose it cannot hurt to tell you.\" Mina looked up. \"My husband planned to do an evil thing. The kami required his life in recompense.\"\n\n\"God did not take Chikao's life,\" Father Mateo said. \"A person did.\"\n\nMina shook her head. \"It was his karma. Evil plans bring evil consequences.\"\n\nThe Jesuit opened his mouth to argue, but Hiro cut him off. \"Tell us the evil thing your husband planned.\"\n\n\"Chikao and Ren wanted to buy Ginjiro's brewery,\" Mina said, \"but Ginjiro would not sell at any price. They picked Ginjiro's largely because of Tomiko—Ginjiro's daughter. A wife who could run a brewery could help my son in ways no partner could.\"\n\n\"But Ginjiro refused to sell, and refused the marriage,\" Hiro said.\n\nMina nodded. \"After they realized that neither money nor words would sway him, my husband and Ren—along with Kaoru—planned to vandalize the brewery and, thereby, force Ginjiro to sell.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Vandalize it?\" Father Mateo asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How would that force a sale?\"\n\nMina's cheeks flushed red. \"They planned to break the brewery doors and urinate into the casks. They thought if they ruined Ginjiro's stock, he wouldn't have the money to make repairs and cleanse the brewery—he would have to sell and allow my son to marry his daughter, Tomiko.\n\n\"I told them I disapproved of the plan and even threatened to tell Ginjiro. After that, Chikao agreed to abandon the idea. I believed him—he had never lied to me before.\n\n\"But then, the evening before Chikao died, I heard him talking with Ren and Kaoru. My husband had changed his mind. They were making final plans to vandalize Ginjiro's brewery.\n\n\"I confronted my husband and told him what I heard. He explained that Kaoru owed more money than we knew—far more than this small brewery could pay. Without a successful place like Ginjiro's, we would never pay off Kaoru's debts. And without a wife who could run the business, Kaoru could never succeed once we were gone...\" Mina trailed off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a brief silence she continued, \"That very evening, a debt collector threatened to throw our son in prison unless we paid his debts at once.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So you agreed to go along with your husband's plan,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did not.\" Mina straightened. \"I love my son, but he made his own decisions, and no innocent man should suffer in his place. Unfortunately, Kaoru seemed determined to force his father to turn to vandalism.\"\n\nA creak behind them made Hiro shift position to watch the doorway.\n\nMina continued, \"The last time we talked, Chikao promised to stop the plot, but since he died in Ginjiro's alley, on the very night they planned to vandalize the brewery, I have to believe he did not keep his word.\"\n\n\"Correct.\" Ren appeared in the doorway. \"Which is why Ginjiro killed him.\"\n\nRen bowed to Hiro and Father Mateo. \"Forgive my interruption.\"\n\n\"How do you know what happened?\" Hiro asked. \"Did you go with Chikao that night?\"\n\nRen shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I already told you, I was home in bed. Chikao tried to persuade me to attempt the vandalism, but I didn't want to risk Ginjiro's ruining our chances with the guild. The chance of someone seeing us or connecting us to the acts was far too high. I tried to persuade Chikao of that. Like Mina, I believed that I succeeded.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'profits' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about Kaoru?\" Hiro asked. \"Could he have changed his father's mind?\"\n\n\"He must have,\" Ren said. \"I know he tried. Kaoru said he would spend the early part of the evening in Pontocho, so people would see him there, and no one would suspect that he and Chikao committed the crime. He thought the customers here would vouch for his father.\"\n\n\"So Kaoru planned to meet Chikao at Ginjiro's that night, after closing?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"I didn't know any of this,\" Mina said, \"but I don't believe my husband went to vandalize the brewery. He took the money with him, which he wouldn't do unless he meant to pay off Kaoru's debt. At least, I want to believe that was his plan and that he changed his mind about the vandalism before he died.\"\n\nFather Mateo glanced at the service counter lined with wooden flasks. \"You must have had a successful evening if the profits allowed a payment toward the debt.\"\n\n\"We didn't make that much,\" Ren said. \"Enough to make the initial payment Ginjiro demanded, but nothing more. Even for that, I had to give my half of the evening's profits too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought you disapproved of helping pay off Kaoru's debts,\" the shinobi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did,\" Ren said, \"but we couldn't risk Ginjiro's giving the brewers' guild a bad report.\"\n\n\"Chikao must have given up the plan,\" Father Mateo said. \"Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the money. Maybe a bandit killed him after all.\"\n\n\"I don't think so,\" Ren replied. \"Bandits use swords and daggers, not sake flasks.\"\n\n\"True,\" Hiro said. \"But tell me: why didn't you confess the plan to vandalize Ginjiro's brewery sooner?\"\n\n\"Would you have mentioned it in my place?\" Ren asked. \"To tell the truth, I'm ashamed we even considered it. I'm glad that Mina heard of it and stopped us. I got caught up in wanting something I didn't have. When she made us stop and think, I realized it wasn't worth the risk. I thought we could make this brewery work until we joined the guild, and then the guild could help us find a better place to purchase.\"\n\n\"It didn't occur to you that Kaoru might not have surrendered the plan?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"He said he agreed to abandon it,\" Ren said, \"and he sounded convincing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We appreciate your honesty,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/insert_quote: \"Do you plan to attend Ginjiro's trial this afternoon?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need to go.\"\n\n\"I will escort the visitors out,\" Ren said, turning toward the entry.\n\nMina bowed and started for the room where her husband's body lay.\n\nHiro followed Father Mateo through the passage to the door. After the Jesuit left the building, Hiro turned to Ren. \"Do you plan to attend Ginjiro's trial this afternoon?\"\n\n\"Someone should,\" Ren said. \"Kaoru is not reliable, and Mina doesn't want to—\"\n\n\"I will be there.\" Kaoru stepped into view." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro wondered where Chikao's son had been during their conversation and how much he had overheard." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Based on the angry look on the young man's face, he had heard it all.\n\nKaoru scowled at Hiro. \"I intend to watch my father's killer die.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write three sentences sentences in the style of Susan Spann spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro and Father Mateo left the Lucky Monkey and turned north on the road that paralleled Pontocho.\n\nThe Jesuit shook his head. \"We're out of time. I really thought we'd find the killer and save Ginjiro.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: 1 sentence\nVoice: Susan Spann" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro and Father Mateo stopped by Ginjiro's brewery on their way to the magistrate's compound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomiko stood in front of the shop, sweeping the street with a broom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bowed as the men approached." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Matsui-san,\" Tomiko said, \"please tell me you found a way to save my father. The magistrate's hearing starts an hour from now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will you attend it?\" Hiro asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wanted to, but I cannot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomiko gripped the broom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I cannot take my mother there and cannot leave her here alone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't feel bad,\" Father Mateo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your father did not want you to attend.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I still feel like a coward,\" Tomiko said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Attendance is no reflection on your courage,\" Hiro said, \"and Ginjiro will worry less if he knows that your mother is safe. However, if you can manage it, I think your father would draw strength from your presence at his trial.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Mateo shot Hiro a look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shinobi hoped the priest wouldn't argue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted Tomiko present at the hearing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She deserved to hear the truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro's daughter blinked back tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I don't go, I will not get to say good-bye.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She set the broom against the wall and bowed. \"I will find someone to watch my mother. Matsui-san, please save my father. I will be forever in your debt.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write three sentences sentences in the style of Susan Spann spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro and Father Mateo heard the crowd in the magistrate's compound from almost a block away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inside the wooden palisade, voices chattered and squawked like a murder of crows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dōshin guarding the gates allowed the shinobi and the priest to pass in without question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro paused at the edge of the yard and surveyed the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He never forgot his primary duty was still to protect the priest.\n\nThe crowd consisted primarily of merchants and the family members of persons standing trial for various crimes. A dozen armored samurai stood guard along the wall, mostly dōshin, but also several with the Matsunaga crest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro noticed the commoners edging away from the samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not even the innocent ones felt comfortable standing close to the guards.\n\nHe scanned the crowd but saw no familiar faces. Ren and Kaoru wouldn't arrive for several minutes more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hoped Yoshiko would attend as well.\n\nIf she didn't, his plan would need adjusting.\n\nHiro found Suke's absence surprising." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hoped the monk was merely late and not passed out from drinking too much sake.\n\nThe magistrate would probably hear Ginjiro's matter first. If the shogun wanted lessons taught, murder trials and executions offered the most persuasive ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro caught Father Mateo's eye and nodded toward the front of the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men moved forward together, commoners parting before them like the panels of a noren blown apart by stormy winds. They stood about a body length behind the sandy pit where prisoners would kneel during hearings.\n\nAs the dōshin led a line of sorry prisoners toward the dais, a commotion at the gates made Hiro turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You cannot keep us out!\" Yoshiko's voice echoed through the compound. \"Let us through!\"\n\nThe crowd grew silent. People turned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro left Father Mateo near the shirazu and hurried through the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, the packed-in commoners parted as he passed. No one blocked the path of a samurai.\n\nAt the gates, Yoshiko stood face to face with the dōshin who guarded the compound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside the samurai woman, Tomiko stood as still and straight as an ancient cedar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is no place for a girl,\" the dōshin said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She is a woman, not a girl,\" Yoshiko snapped. \"Her father is on trial today. You cannot bar her entry. Step aside!\"\n\n\"Is this true?\" The dōshin asked Tomiko." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is your father standing trial today?\"\n\nGinjiro's daughter nodded.\n\n\"Go home to your family,\" the dōshin said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"Let us through, or arrest us and let the magistrate decide.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why do you want to see your father die?\"\n\n\"That is not your business,\" Yoshiko said. \"Let us through, or arrest us and let the magistrate decide.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took Tomiko's arm and started past the dōshin. To Hiro's surprise, he let the women pass.\n\n\"Who's next?\" The samurai glared at the line of people near the entrance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make it quick, the hearing starts in minutes!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guard had no authority to keep Tomiko out. Hiro interpreted his words as a vain attempt to save the girl the pain of watching her father's condemnation. Dislike for bullies notwithstanding, he agreed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'didn't' 3 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro's daughter didn't need to see her father stand before the magistrate. However, Hiro knew something the other samurai didn't. Tomiko needed to be there, to ensure an innocent person didn't die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before Hiro could catch Yoshiko's eye, a yoriki emerged from the magistrate's office, walked to the dais, and glared at the crowd.\n\nHiro hurried to rejoin the priest before the hearing started.\n\n\"Magistrate Ishimaki will hear the afternoon cases now!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'magistrate' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the yoriki called above the chattering voices. \"Silence! Show respect for the magistrate!\"\n\nThe commoners knelt and bowed their heads to the ground as Magistrate Ishimaki emerged from the building and made his way to the dais." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ishimaki-san wore a black kimono and a pair of expensive swords in decorative scabbards. His bald head gleamed in the midday sun as he climbed the three low wooden stairs and knelt on a white tatami atop the dais.\n\nHiro considered how different the afternoon sessions seemed from the morning hearings held inside the magistrate's private office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wealthy men and samurai could speak their claims in private, while the commoners faced justice in the open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Magistrate Ishimaki arranged his robes and looked at the yoriki, who moved to stand beside the pit of sand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call the first prisoner,\" the magistrate said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The yoriki unrolled a scroll. \"A capital crime. Ginjiro, a sake brewer, accused of murder.\" He looked to the right of the dais, where Ginjiro waited with the other prisoners.\n\nThe magistrate nodded. \"Bring the accused man forward.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for five sentences, matching any established character familiarity in the mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two dōshin brought Ginjiro to the sand. The brewer walked with his head hung low and his arms and legs bound tightly by elaborately knotted ropes. Ginjiro's stained kimono bore a filthy witness to his time in prison.\n\nWhen they reached the shirazu, the guards took hold of Ginjiro's arms and lowered the brewer to his knees in the sand.\n\nGinjiro bowed his head before the magistrate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will read the charge.\" The yoriki's voice rang out across the yard. \"This man, Ginjiro, murdered a fellow brewer during an argument over a debt.\"\n\n\"How do you answer the charge?\" the magistrate asked.\n\nGinjiro raised his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am not guilty.\"\n\n\"Not guilty?\" Magistrate Ishimaki looked surprised.\n\n\"That is correct,\" Ginjiro said. \"I did not kill Chikao.\"\n\nThe magistrate's forehead wrinkled in consternation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you prove this?\"\n\nHiro stepped forward. \"I can prove it.\"\n\nThe magistrate's eyes widened. \"Matsui Hiro? You are the man investigating the crime?\"\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki looked out at the crowd, but didn't seem to find the face he sought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His gaze returned to Hiro." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The yoriki mentioned seeing you at the murder scene. I should have guessed that you were the one Ginjiro's family asked for help.\"\n\nHiro bowed. \"Yes, Ishimaki-san.\"\n\nThe magistrate leaned forward. \"Tell me what you learned.\"\n\n\"I object!\" Kaoru pushed his way through the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ren followed close behind him.\n\nKaoru pointed at Ginjiro. \"That man killed my father. This... ronin... wants to interfere.\"\n\n\"On the contrary,\" Hiro said, \"I wish to see the murderer brought to justice.\"\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki shifted his gaze from Hiro to Kaoru as if weighing each man's words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At last he said, \"Matsui-san will speak.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at Kaoru and added, \"You may speak when Matsui-san has finished. I wish to hear all the facts before I render a decision.\"\n\n\"May I request a favor?\" Hiro asked.\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki frowned. \"Do not test my patience. I have granted you a significant favor by allowing you to speak in this man's defense.\"\n\n\"Yes, and I am grateful,\" Hiro said. \"However, I hoped you would order the dōshin to lock the gates until you render final judgment. The real killer is here, inside the compound, as we speak. I would hate to see that person slip away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Magistrate Ishimaki nodded to the yoriki." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'until' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Secure the gates. No one leaves until this matter is resolved.\"\n\nHiro waited until the massive wooden gates swung closed with a thump and a rattle.\n\n\"You will now reveal the killer,\" the magistrate said. \"But I warn you, falsehoods will result in your sharing the killer's fate.\"\n\n\"I beg the magistrate's indulgence,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I cannot merely state a name. Unless I explain what happened on the night Chikao died, the killer will deny the crime. Ginjiro's innocence will not be proven.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a trick,\" Kaoru said. \"He's stalling for time.\"\n\n\"Silence!\" Magistrate Ishimaki glared at Kaoru. \"I will decide what is or is not a trick.\"\n\nHe looked at Hiro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Proceed with your tale.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ginjiro owns a brewery in the commercial ward,\" the shinobi said, \"a fine one, with fifty feet of frontage on a trafficked road. Chikao, with his partner Ren, owned a tiny, unlicensed brewery in an unnamed alley south of Pontocho. The only fortunate thing about the Lucky Monkey brewery is its name.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What does that matter?\" Kaoru demanded.\n\nHiro ignored him. \"Chikao made offers to purchase Ginjiro's brewery, but Ginjiro would not sell at any price. At first, I wondered why Chikao would need Ginjiro's shop, and not another. Ginjiro said he'd help the Lucky Monkey's owners join the brewers' guild, and the guilds assist their members when it comes to finding better space.\n\n\"The problem was, the brewers' za would not admit a man whose son ran up a debt and did not pay. Not unless that brewer demonstrated some substantial change that would allow him to prevent his son from causing future problems.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ginjiro's eyes widened. \"Like buying a better brewery and marrying that son to a woman with the skills to run the business herself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly,\" Hiro said. \"But Chikao ran into problems. He couldn't get a loan to pay the debt. Then, the man who owned the brewery Chikao wanted wouldn't sell and wouldn't consider allowing his daughter to marry Chikao's son. In fact, that man—Ginjiro—wanted only to discuss the payment of the debt that Kaoru owed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru scowled but did not deny the words.\n\n\"A series of arguments ensued, with threats exchanged,\" Hiro said. \"On the night of the murder, they argued again, and Ginjiro swore to collect on Kaoru's debt at any cost.\"\n\nThe magistrate asked Ginjiro, \"Is this true?\"\n\nThe brewer looked at the sand beneath his knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I made some threats, but I didn't mean them. Not the way they sounded.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Liar,\" Kaoru said. \"You threatened to kill my father, and then you did it.\"\n\nGinjiro tried to look at Kaoru but his bonds prevented him from turning all the way around.\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki frowned. \"So far, your tale does not exonerate this man.\"\n\n\"Please indulge me by listening all the way to the end,\" Hiro said. \"After that final argument, Kaoru abandoned his father to go drinking in Pontocho. Chikao started back to his brewery for the night. On the way, Chikao ran into a debt collector seeking payment for another of Kaoru's debts.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiro turned to the crowd. \"That debt collector is here. She can confirm this.\"\n\nHe wondered whether Yoshiko would come forward without a fight. A moment later, he noticed movement in the crowd. The commoners cleared a path as Yoshiko approached the shirazu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stopped behind the pit of sand and bowed to the magistrate." }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"I tried to persuade him to pay the debt that Kaoru owed my teahouse.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am Akechi Yoshiko, the debt collector of whom Hiro speaks.\"\n\n\"You will confirm that you spoke with Chikao on the night he died?\" the magistrate asked.\n\nYoshiko nodded. \"I tried to persuade him to pay the debt that Kaoru owed my teahouse.\"\n\n\"Did he agree?\" Magistrate Ishimaki leaned forward, curious.\n\n\"He did not.\" Yoshiko glanced at Kaoru." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene and character context, and you will continue with 7 sentences, keeping within the mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro considered Akechi Yoshiko." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even without her geta, she stood taller than Chikao." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A twig had a better chance of frightening a bonfire. Still, she admitted the assault, and Hiro didn't need to prove the reason.\n\n\"I apologize for my error,\" Hiro said. \"After Akechi-san fended off Chikao, the brewer returned to his shop with a bruise on his eye and a lie on his lips. He told his wife and business partner that Ginjiro hit him. He also said Ginjiro threatened worse unless Chikao made a payment against Kaoru's debt that night.\"\n\n\"My father was not a liar,\" Kaoru said. \"Ginjiro struck him, not this... woman.\"\n\n\"This samurai woman says she struck your father,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would my father lie?\" Kaoru demanded.\n\n\"Would you admit to your wife and son that a woman bruised your face?\" Hiro asked.\n\n\"I wouldn't,\" the magistrate said.\n\nA ripple of amusement passed through the crowd.\n\nHiro waited for the laughter to subside before continuing. \"Chikao spent the rest of the evening at his brewery. Didn't he, Ren?\"\n\nRen nodded. \"Yes, that's true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That night, after the Lucky Monkey closed, Chikao returned to Ginjiro's. Finding it closed, Chikao went into the alley, intending to knock at the private door. Given their earlier argument, Chikao would not have cared about forcing Ginjiro out of bed.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'father' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's when Ginjiro killed him,\" Kaoru said.\n\n\"You think so?\" Hiro asked. \"Then tell me: how did Ginjiro, acting alone, surprise Chikao from behind? The lethal blow was struck on the back of the head.\"\n\n\"He did it somehow,\" Kaoru said. \"Maybe his daughter helped him.\"\n\n\"A valid and intriguing possibility,\" Hiro said, \"and one I did consider for a while. However, Tomiko believed her father would never force her to marry you—and had she plotted with her father to kill Chikao, they would have left a murder weapon implicating bandits or planted a weapon belonging to someone else. That didn't happen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: Your response must contain: \"Who told you about the flask and the seal?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In fact, the dōshin never found a murder weapon.\"\n\n\"Yes, they did,\" Ren said. \"A broken flask, impressed with Ginjiro's seal.\"\n\nHiro smiled. \"Thank you for correcting my mistake.\"\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki scowled at Ren. \"Who told you about the flask and the seal?\"\n\n\"No one told him,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He knows because he killed Chikao and left the evidence there to ensure that your men would blame Ginjiro.\"\n\n\"I did not!\" Ren stepped backward. \"That's ridiculous.\"\n\n\"No one knew about the flask except the yoriki and the dōshin,\" the magistrate said.\n\n\"I knew, too!\" Suke shouted from the crowd.\n\nHiro turned as the spectators parted to allow the filthy monk to approach the dais.\n\nSuke bowed dramatically to the magistrate.\n\n\"You see?\" Ren pointed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everyone knew about it, even drunks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suke scowled. \"I am not everyone. And it was my flask you stole!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magistrate Ishimaki shook his head. \"I'm sorry, Matsui-san. Too many people knew about the flask. This man's knowledge doesn't prove his guilt.\"\n\n\"That's true,\" Hiro said, \"but it does prove more than you think. Ginjiro's flask was not the murder weapon—it was left to throw the dōshin off the trail. The real murder weapon was a wooden flask, presumably from the Lucky Monkey.\"\n\nHiro looked at Ren. \"It took some time to figure out the truth. I always thought Ginjiro's flask would break before it shattered Chikao's skull. Later, I saw the wooden flasks at the Lucky Monkey Brewery, and Yoshiko mentioned her preference for wooden flasks—because they do not break. That's when I realized Ginjiro's flask was not the real murder weapon, that the killer saw it in Suke's hands and used it to blame Ginjiro for his crime." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At first I suspected Kaoru, but after listening to everyone talk about him, I realized he lacked the intelligence and the drive to plan the crime. Plus, I doubt he knew about the loan.\"\n\n\"What loan?\" Ren turned to the magistrate. \"How long are you going to put up with this nonsense?\"\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki looked confused. \"Loan? What are you talking about?\"\n\n\"The Lucky Monkey didn't make a measurable profit,\" Hiro said, \"and yet, somehow, Chikao intended to pay Ginjiro on the night he died. Despite my questions, no one actually explained how that was possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneylenders wouldn't loan Chikao and Mina silver to repay the debt, because the Lucky Monkey's profits weren't enough to back the loan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaoru couldn't get a loan because of his reputation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And yet, just days before Chikao's murder, someone from the Lucky Monkey did secure a loan, from a moneylender named Basho—a large enough loan that the lender himself had to hide from a debt collector because he couldn't pay his bills.\n\n\"Neither Chikao's wife nor Kaoru knew about that money. Mina would have mentioned it, and Kaoru would have spent it. By process of elimination, Ren arranged the loan.\"\n\n\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" Ren said. \"What loan? What money?\"\n\nHiro turned to the magistrate. \"When the yoriki searched Ginjiro's, did they find a large sum of money?\"\n\n\"Not a substantial one,\" Magistrate Ishimaki said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some coins in a cash box, nothing more than a brewery of that size would take in on a normal night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would I take out a loan, with or without Chikao's knowledge?\" Ren raised his hands. \"I have no debts. I have no need to borrow money. More importantly, why would I kill my business partner?\"\n\nHiro smiled. \"You took the loan because you had better credit than Chikao. You intended to use the money to buy Ginjiro's, but I'd guess you had a backup plan to use it for a brewery of your own if Kaoru's bad behavior ruined Chikao's chance to join the guild.\n\n\"When Ginjiro threatened to withdraw his support for your application, you realized you'd never succeed in partnership with Chikao. You went along with the plan to vandalize Ginjiro's brewery, because you'd rather own that shop than buy another. Would you still have killed him if the plan succeeded?\"\n\nRen looked nervous. \"I had no reason to kill Chikao.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not until the night he died,\" Hiro said. \"That's when he changed the plan and decided to use the money you borrowed to pay off Kaoru's debt instead of saving it to buy Ginjiro's or another brewery. That's why he had the money to make a payment on the loan—he took the coins you were saving, probably without consent. You couldn't let him do that, so you followed him and killed him.\n\n\"Don't make Magistrate Ishimaki send his men to search your room—we both know they'll find the money there.\"\n\n\"Why would I steal back my own money?\" Ren pointed at Yoshiko. \"You said yourself she carries a wooden flask—and she hires herself out as a brewery guard. Ginjiro must have hired her to protect his brewery that night. She must have killed Chikao!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The evidence says otherwise,\" Hiro said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If she killed Chikao, she would have taken the money and probably credited it toward Kaoru's debt. She could have claimed he gave it to her earlier, before he died. However, she claims the debt remains unpaid.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The debt has not been paid.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoshiko glared at Ren. \"And I did not kill Chikao.\"\n\n\"She didn't!\" Suke jumped forward. \"Hiro-san, I can prove it! The night you asked me to go to Ginjiro's and listen to the patrons... I overheard Tomiko talking with Akechi-san about the murder.\n\n\"Tomiko said she felt guilty about sleeping through the night. She thought, if she'd stayed awake, she might prove her father's innocence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Akechi-san told Tomiko not to blame herself—and then confessed to falling asleep while waiting for a debtor in Pontocho the very night Chikao was killed. She said she should have watched, but she slept all night and missed the man entirely. She said that sometimes people err and that we cannot blame ourselves for our mistakes.\n\n\"Akechi-san could not have killed Chikao—she was sleeping on the job instead!\" Suke looked embarrassed. \"That's the important thing that I forgot.\"\n\nIt figured the only useful clue the monk uncovered was one he forgot to reveal.\n\nYoshiko's cheeks flushed red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bared her teeth at Suke, furious that the monk had revealed her secret.\n\nFor a moment, Hiro thought she might attack.\n\nYoshiko's anger vanished just as quickly as it came. \"It's true,\" she said. \"I didn't want to admit it, because it makes me seem unfit for my job, but I did fall asleep in Pontocho that night.\"\n\nHiro turned to Ren. \"Leaving only you to kill Chikao.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ren's nervousness changed to an angry glare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chikao was a stupid fool. He paid off Kaoru's debts long after a reasonable man would have thrown his worthless son into the street. Owning Ginjiro's would make us rich, but wasting that money on Kaoru's debt would ruin us forever.\"\n\nHe turned to the magistrate and raised his hands in a pleading gesture. \"Killing Chikao was the only way to stop him.\"\n\n\"Why didn't you keep the loan a secret?\" Hiro asked. \"Or keep the money where your partner couldn't get it?\"\n\n\"Thieves break into rooms like mine,\" Ren said. \"The brewery was safer, even though I had to tell Chikao about the money. He understood, or said he did, and agreed to keep the secret from his wife—and from Kaoru. We planned to use the silver to buy Ginjiro's, after we forced the sale. He had no right to change the plan!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You killed my father over a bag of silver?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kaoru drew a dagger and lunged at Ren.\n\nHiro grabbed the young man's wrist and pressed a thumb between the bones of Kaoru's hand. Chikao's son gave a cry of pain and dropped the dagger.\n\n\"Stop,\" Hiro said. \"The magistrate will deal with Ren.\"\n\n\"He killed my father,\" Kaoru said.\n\n\"Silence!\" Magistrate Ishimaki shouted. Lowering his voice, he continued, \"I declare the brewer innocent. Release him, with apologies for this unfortunate misunderstanding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dōshin standing behind Ginjiro cut the ropes that bound his limbs and helped him to his feet." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ginjiro bowed to the magistrate. \"Thank you for your wisdom and your mercy.\"\n\nThe magistrate turned his gaze to Ren. \"Seize the murderer and bring him forward.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with six sentences in the style of Susan Spann. This is mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dōshin marched Ren onto the sand and forced him to his knees.\n\n\"The punishment for murder is death by hanging,\" the magistrate said. \"Have you anything to say before I sentence you?\"\n\nRen raised his face to the magistrate. \"I didn't intend to kill him.\"\n\n\"You beat your partner to death with a sake flask.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Magistrate Ishimaki's scowl showed no trace of mercy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Explain to me how that shows no intention.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When I followed Chikao to Ginjiro's, I intended to persuade him not to use the loan to pay off Kaoru's debt,\" Ren said. \"He refused, so I took the flask from my kimono—the personal one I carry with me—intending to knock him unconscious, take back the money, and leave.\n\n\"But once I started to hit him, I couldn't stop. I thought of all the years we suffered because of Kaoru, all that time and money wasted. I kept hitting him, over and over, and when I realized what I'd done Chikao was dead.\"\n\nRen glanced at Hiro. \"He's right about the broken flask. I saw the monk passed out in the alley, holding Ginjiro's flask in his hands. I thought if I broke it and left a couple of pieces behind, the police would blame Ginjiro and not look into it any further.\"\n\n\"What did you do with the rest of the flask?\" Hiro suspected he not only knew the answer, but had used a similar method recently himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I threw the pieces in the river, along with the flask I used to... the other one I used.\" Ren looked at his feet. \"If he had only listened to me, instead of always putting Kaoru first.\"\n\n\"No man deserves to die for loving his son,\" the magistrate said, \"regardless of the way that son behaves. Be grateful I allow you death by hanging. I consider the standard punishment too easy a death for the crime you committed. However, you confessed in time to save Ginjiro's life. For that reason, I will show you mercy.\"\n\nThe magistrate looked at the dōshin. \"Take this man to the execution grounds and have him hanged at once.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He raised his voice. \"Unlock the gates!\"\n\nThe dōshin looped a rope around Ren's hands and pulled the merchant to his feet. The crowd parted silently to allow the condemned to pass.\n\nHiro released his grip on Kaoru's hand.\n\nChikao's son bowed to Ginjiro. \"I am sorry I accused you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned and followed the dōshin through the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he promised, he would watch his father's killer die.\n\nMagistrate Ishimaki turned to the yoriki. \"Call the next case.\"\n\nAs the yoriki read a name from his scroll, Hiro took Ginjiro's arm and turned the brewer toward the gates. Father Mateo joined them, and once again the crowd of commoners separated to let them through.\n\nNear the gates, Tomiko broke from the crowd and threw her arms around her father's neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her shoulders shook with sobs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ginjiro winced as his daughter grabbed the painful wounds on his back and shoulders, but he put his arms around her without comment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears welled up in the brewer's eyes and ran silently down his cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiro normally hated when people cried, but under the circumstances he didn't begrudge these heartfelt tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At last Tomiko released her father and wiped her face." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'helped' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bowed to Hiro and then to Father Mateo.\n\n\"I can never express my gratitude or repay the debt I owe you both,\" she said. \"You saved my entire family today.\"\n\n\"I helped!\" The crowd parted like scattering roaches before the grinning Suke. \"I helped them find the killer!\"\n\nTomiko bowed to the filthy monk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My gratitude extends to you as well.\"\n\n\"Does it extend, perhaps, as far as a flask of sake?\" Suke asked.\n\n\"As many as you like,\" Ginjiro said, \"for a month, at least.\"\n\nSuke's mouth gaped in wonder. \"Ten thousand blessings upon your house, Ginjiro-san! The kami will reward you a thousandfold!\"\n\n\"And you?\" Ginjiro asked Hiro and Father Mateo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What can I do for you? Everything I have is not enough to thank you properly, but anything you ask, I'll gladly give.\"\n\n\"I need nothing,\" Hiro said, \"but I'd appreciate your seeing Suke fed—and given a little sake—if a time should come that I'm not here to buy it.\"\n\n\"You know I would do that anyway. Is there nothing you want for yourself?\" Ginjiro turned to Father Mateo. \"What about you? Could your temple use a contribution?\"\n\nFather Mateo shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My reward, like Hiro's, is in seeing justice done.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, if you ever want a flask of Kyoto's finest sake,\" Ginjiro said, \"just say the word.\"\n\nFather Mateo smiled. \"I will remember.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant for a segment of a larger mystery, historical fiction, Japan, historical mystery, 1500s story. Your partner will send something and you will write the next two sentences. Characters may already be established." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? Follow my lead on how characters are introduced." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo hit me with ten sentences more. same character energy. Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre k?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When young Yamabuki was still innocent, the holy men warned her about the Hour of the Ox, the longest and darkest hour of the night. They said that at the beginning of the Fourth Watch, when eight bells tolled, ten thousand fissures yawned wide, releasing unclean things from the underworld. Under darkness, the contagion floated free, finding cracks in doors and vents in roofs; and having gained entry, these phantasms descended on fitfully sleeping souls, their sinewy tendrils probing the smallest clefts in closed eyes and creating only the slightest of ripples as they slithered under the lids and penetrated the sleepers' dreams.\n\nMoved by these tales, the young princess asked, \"Can spirits rising from the jigoku ever be good?\"\n\nEvery priest and every monk declared that no thing from the dark realm was benign—not even slightly for they were no longer capable of human feelings. Once drained, the heart shriveled inward with emptiness.\n\n\"But couldn't the hearts of lost spirits be refilled?\"\n\nThe holy men explained, \"If such a thing still had a heart, which was doubtful, it would be reikoku—a cold heart. Unbeating and incapable of ever being warmed.\"\n\n\"Ever?\"\n\n\"Never.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And yet, for whatever obdurate reason, Yamabuki did not believe them." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did celibate men know of hearts anyway? Perhaps all that the lost spirits needed for deliverance was but a single spark of kindness. Love?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 5 sentences in the style of Katherine M. Lawrence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Death Poem ]\n\nNine Bell Strikes,\n\nHour of the Mouse\n\nOne day past\n\nUnder lamplight, Yamabuki lifted the tip of the writing brush." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gazed at its bristles fat with glistening black ink, then looked down to the still-wet calligraphy on the rough cut rice paper within the writing box. As the ink dried, she looked for any flaws in her brush strokes of the exalted language of Qin.\n\nAnd as was her custom, she repeated the kanji in her native tongue, enunciating each line in her studied high court accent.\n\nOne person.\n\nOne sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bringing death the first time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Be parsimonious. That was what Lord Nakagawa advised when he suggested she record her journey in a pillow book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was there any more to say? Maybe just three lines was a bit too succinct. Only after she mouthed the words a second time did she realize, I've written a poem. A poem about killing. \"Only this morning,\" she whispered to the paper, as if it were capable of listening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What a discordant day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had dawned so clear and bright and full of hope, but by the Hour of the Horse, as the rain poured down from darkened skies, three men lay dead at her feet. She pushed away the image of the bodies sprawled in the mud, replacing it instead with more hopeful recollections.\n\nShe thought back to the previous evening, when she had summoned Ryuma, asking him to bring saké to her chamber at the Inn of Young Bamboo. She bade him enter and by dim brazier light invited him to share her wine and her body. In hindsight, enticing him was perverse in almost every sense of the word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Imagine: inviting a commoner, who at best might be called Master of Horses, and at a mere inn at that, to make love to her, a warlord's daughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And yet their stations mattered little in that moment of unfinished business. Throughout the evening they had hardly exchanged words, but once he entered her bed chamber, she allowed her gaze to linger. No longer the gruff bodyguard, he broke into a boyish grin. By brazier light she fixed her eyes on him.\n\nAfter sharing their first bowl of saké, he took a long breath, looking deeply into her eyes, and she, after a measured moment, turned her head away, ever so slightly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Letting her glance linger she sighed, slowly lying back in the bedding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He dropped to his knees, loosened his waist sash, and pulled off his tunic. Her toes curled.\n\nIt wasn't that she hadn't seen naked men before. She had seen lots of them. Her father's rough soldiers, not always the most modest of men, went about nearly naked when laboring during the humid rainy season. She had taken only a passing interest, noting the similarities among their muscular bodies, pondering the differences between her body and theirs, and then mostly given it no further thought—at least not until she grew older." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had also seen Ryuma naked as well, six years ago, not long after he had undergone his genpuku coming-of-age ceremony at twelve summers. At the time, Yamabuki had one more year before she observed her own female maturity ceremony, mogi—adult clothes. And yet when they stole away, it was their intent to remove every bit of their clothes in order to quench their mutual curiosity in each other's \"adult\" bodies. Back then it had not been easy for the two youths to find privacy at the inn where her father's retinue, numbering some seventy assorted body guards, Taka royalty, and their handmaids, and hand-men, and other highborn, bedded down for the night.\n\nThe two youths stole off to a secluded corner of the stables where, without uttering any words, showed themselves to each other. Innocently. Purely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The youthful Ryuma proved nothing like her father's soldiers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was beautiful, his body lithe like hers, only taller and stronger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unsure of themselves, yet without shame, they had exchanged nothing more than prolonged stares." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'still' 3 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Last night, still without shame, they did not stop with just furtive glances. Excited, she had slipped into his embrace. The memory was still vivid, his scent still fresh.\n\nYamabuki set down her writing brush. I'm not going to recount the details of that!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon conclusion of her travels, custom dictated that a pillow book was to be read aloud to those at the Taka Court. Reflections on Ryuma and his special place in her heart would not be shared with them.\n\nShe took a deep breath as a second thought crossed her mind. In the throes of their passion and gasping, she had pushed aside the reality that his seed might take root. Every time a woman made love with a man, afterward there was always that to think about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki's rhythm with the moon—the \"tide,\" as the common women of Ō-Utsumi in their indecipherable provincial dialect called it—usually arrived around the time of the Dark Moon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fitting. Didn't the diviners always remind her that she was born on Dark Moon's night of Gods Month in the First Year of Kiūju? The court magicians, upon learning of her tidal rhythm, had sent a self-appointed delegation of onmyōji to pronounce that the most likely time for Yamabuki to conceive a child was at the Full Moon. My low tide. She laughed to herself, thinking of all the sly slangs associated with that.\n\nActually the diviners had said \"auspicious\" and not \"likely,\" but she had grasped their meaning. Was last night auspicious?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bah!\" Why am I even thinking this way?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did the onmyōji know about the time women conceived? Or of birth! They were never around when that happened. Instead the sanba—the woman who knew the ways of birth—did what was needed to bring the child into this floating world of sorrow.\n\nFor that matter, what did diviners know about anything? They had said that this morning, the sixth day of the Rikka cycle, marked the auspicious beginning of summer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Auspicious. Auspicious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything was auspicious to them, or just the opposite. Good omens. Bad omens. The good portent of a barking dog at sunrise. The bad luck sure to befall anyone who changed clothes before the evening meal. Travel on this day, but not on that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Traveling northeast was safe under a waxing moon, but dangerous under a waning one, and very badly aspected under the Dark Moon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But there was nothing auspicious about today. The three killers had awakened on the same auspicious morning and had the same auspicious crossing of the Barrier Strait on the same single-masted kobune as she, but it had not ended auspiciously for them. She had cut down all three. When it was over, at least the rain and ice that poured from roiling clouds had veiled her angry tears. She wiped them from her eyes and then the blood from her blade, leaving the bodies where they fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What else could she have done?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was not going to simply stand in the freezing cold waiting for local authorities over whom she had no control to arrive and pester her with impertinent questions about who she was and why these assassins had chosen her in particular.\n\nShe had turned her back on the bodies and rode in the direction of the Pass of the Setting Sun, and by day's end she had settled in armorer Kōno's guesthouse, on the wrong side of the mountains in ever-worsening conditions, still ten, maybe even fifteen days away from her destination, the Imperial City.\n\nYamabuki picked up the writing brush. After all, she had to write something. She balanced the brush between the thumb and first two fingers of her left hand—fingers calloused from years of practice with her bow, the same fingers that notched and leveled an arrow while drawing back the bowstring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lord Nakagawa had called her attention to the similarities in the art of archery and calligraphy: In each and in both, mastery arose out of a balance of intent and abandon. In holding an arrow, or in holding a writing brush, she had to keep a firm but not too tight a grip. All else flowed from her ability to maintain that balance. Firm, but supple. Qualities she aspired to within herself.\n\nI'm getting philosophical. She laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She always got philosophical when she drank saké." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She set down the brush and took up a small steel mirror. She recalled the old saying, \"A man's soul rests in his sword. A woman's, in the mirror.\"\n\nShe scoffed. Where do I figure in this? She gazed into the fine-polished surface, her eyes focusing on the gash along her left cheek, the only obvious wound from the afternoon's fracas—and from a rock at that—a last desperate ploy of the assassin whose life she ended with a simple blade thrust. Would her face heal without a scar, like armorer Kōno had predicted?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'sōshi' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She put the mirror down on its face and picked up her writing brush again, working the bristles against the ink stone.\n\nI need a poetic beginning. She decided to model it on the Pillow Book of Lady Sōshi. Snow in the mountains on the first day of summer? Lady Sōshi would likely have found that fascinating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe begin with tonight's first snowflakes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When had the first snowflakes arrived? Long after the five rowdy Ōe clan sakimori had stumbled into Unagi's rundown Saké House. They were already drunk, but then again, so was she. Nevertheless she spared them. After all, they had not participated in Blue Rice's murder, and there had already been too much killing for one day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But that did not mean she was too timid to mete out punishment for their inaction when Misaki killed her friend.\n\nSuddenly she felt the brush come alive. She smiled and with a flourish wrote:\n\nMountain Snow.\n\nSummer Night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The battlefield, atop spilled saké." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rewet the brush. Why am I so upset about someone I hardly knew? I only met Blue Rice this morning. And yet during the hour-long trip across the Barrier Strait, she had grown to like him. Strange, the young princess mused to herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was there also not an old saying: \"A friend for life is first recognized in but a slice of time\"?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alas for Blue Rice, the lifetime friendship lasted scarcely two hours.\n\nYamabuki tried to make sense of a senseless murder, but no matter how much saké she sipped, it made no sense. Blue Rice was killed over nothing—what amounted to a skill-testing murder by someone who wanted to show off his bowmanship. Had she been back in Great Bay Prefecture, where her father ruled, she would have seen to it that Misaki was punished—and severely. However, warlord's daughter or not, her wishes and her authority were of no consequence here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was not in her home province, not even on her home isle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other hand, none of the guards had connected her with the helmeted samurai in dark green battle armor they had challenged at the boat landing. All they saw was a lone woman in an orange kimono, porcelain-white oshiroi makeup, and waist-length black tresses whom they took for a yahochi, a woman of rendezvous. Were they so drunk that they failed to notice her sheathed short sword? Apparently. When one of their number tried to snatch her bottle of saké, she broke his wrist with a single strike of her scabbard—and when two cohorts came to his aid, she bashed one in the ribs and knocked the other unconscious with a cracking wallop against his jaw.\n\nThe Gentian samurai who leaned back in the corner, away from the fracas, had laughed at the scuffle as if it were endlessly entertaining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least the saké he offered her afterward in his private quarters at the House of Red Banners proved equal to his claims about its taste and potency." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd had every reason to get drunk, and every reason to stay the night with the man who identified himself as Minamoto Yoshinaka. She had seen his armor under repair, in Kōno's shop; likely he was all he claimed to be. When she told him about battling the two ninja and the fencing master, he spoke of his own first duel, describing feelings similar to those she felt. He understood her—a rarity throughout her young life. It might have been nice to lose herself in his powerful arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To be embraced in that way was indeed to her taste; two warriors, even if one was a woman, might have much to admire in each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The same arms that could effortlessly wield a weapon could also transmit feelings of love, and if not love, at least lust, and of course even more drink.\n\nBut two different men on two different nights?\n\nShe sighed. Maybe no more needed to be written. Besides, the saké had made her sleepy. She cleaned her brush and set it aside, replaced the top of the small wooden box that held the pillow book, turned down the brazier, and, for the eleventh night, slept in a strange room, this night alone." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She found warmth in her bedding.\n\nMaybe Yoshinaka and she had unfinished business. After all, no one would be going anywhere if this snow continued. She pictured his powerful arms, imagining his shoulders and his legs. She let her hand slip down to where her own legs came together, her fingers beginning to caress the soft developing wetness. Yes... maybe some unfinished business." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in collaborative writing in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre. I'll provide a starting point, and you'll continue with 11 sentences, maintaining any established context." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And as the lilting melody echoed across the gardens, Yamabuki found herself inside the open, high-ceilinged shinden of the Palace of Black Plums, where everyone in her family sat with the daimyō, each in order of rank: first, the Dowager; next, Yamabuki's mother, Lady Taka; then Yamabuki's uncle, the daimyō's brother, Prince Tachibana, with his highest ranking wife, Yuma, and their eldest child, Atsumichi, who was even younger than Yamabuki and accordingly wore the expected feminine gossamer veils of a royal son many years away from majority. The solid black-lacquered wooden shōji were slid aside, and in the broad hisashi corridor others of the Taka retinue knelt at various distances further from the daimyō, as protocol required.\n\nA tray of the delicacy fugu was brought forth and, as was the custom, offered to the daimyō first.\n\nLaughingly, Giichi said, \"Oh, Tennō! Fugu must be correctly cleaned. I can't let you eat a fish without making sure no poison lingers. So\"—and he reached for a random piece of the fish—\"please forgive me and let me taste it before you.\"\n\nThe flute melody continued as he lifted the morsel into his own mouth. He smiled as he chewed.\n\nAnd then his eyes grew round. He gagged, fighting to draw breath. He reached for his throat. He tried to make words, but they came out garbled. Here and there, laughter erupted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then Giichi fell forward, crashing onto the food trays.\n\nYamabuki, now seeing herself as a very young child sitting among the retinue, screamed in terror.\n\nAs Giichi fought for every breath, her father leapt to him, rolling him over, meeting his retainer's eyes, which grew evermore panicked. For the first and perhaps only time ever, Yamabuki saw her father look helpless.\n\n\"His stomach! Cut his stomach,\" Etsu shouted, pulling his dagger.\n\nLady Taka rose up. \"No! That will kill him for sure.\"\n\nSome people put fingers down their own throats to induce vomiting, even though they had not eaten any of the fish. Others shouted, calling for action, but what action should they take? Atsumichi sat sobbing into his sleeve.\n\n\"Calm yourselves!\" the daimyō barked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prince Tachibana grabbed his sword and rose up in one motion.\n\nYamabuki again moved like a disembodied spirit, floating after Tachibana. In a few strides, her uncle was out of the shinden, storming down a covered walkway across the estate grounds and into the kitchen, where fifteen people, all members of the chief food preparer's family, stood stunned.\n\n\"Who?\" Tachibana demanded.\n\n\"You—\" stammered the chief of food, who held a boning knife at his side.\n\nThe prince's sword flashed, and blood flew in every direction. The old man fell dead. Sword still at the ready, Tachibana looked for his next target: the old man's son, who had stopped in the midst of cleaning more fugu.\n\n\"Nooo!\" the dead man's wife screamed. Crying in anguish, she threw herself around the youth, shielding his body with her own.\n\n\"Stand aside,\" Tachibana thundered, lifting his blade high, \"or I swear I'll take both of you with one cut!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman remained frozen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 12 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lady Taka burst into the room. \"Hold!\" She placed herself between Prince Tachibana and the would-be victims. \"Put your weapon aside! Dead men can't be interrogated.\"\n\nTachibana snarled, but Lady Taka stood her ground and glared back.\n\nThe scene faded. Giichi and all those in the Palace of Black Plums vanished, as did the melody. Yamabuki opened her eyes.\n\nShe lay near the irori in the guesthouse. The room was as dim as ever. I was dreaming. A coal in the irori popped and flared, and the bright yellowish flame flooded even the darkest corners of the room. The outer door slid open. A figure stood framed in the entry.\n\nYamabuki gulped. \"Blue Rice?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo hit me with ten sentences more. same character energy. Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre k?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The double doors at the back of the armory stood wide, likewise the front, allowing Yamabuki a clear view right through and on up the Ledge Road, where Yo-ichi thrashed through waist-high drifts, snow flying with every stride as he chased after his father and brothers.\n\nInside, Mari knelt over a man who lay in a heap next to the forge. He was either unconscious or dead. She tugged at his outer clothing—a straw winter cape and hat which she pulled loose. Beneath he was clad in Ōe clan armor.\n\n\"You know him?\" Yamabuki asked.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nYamabuki bent down. It did not look good. A mass of ice balls the size of cherries clung to the man's beard. His mane of hair, crystalline and matted, held fast to his cheeks, his eyebrows and mustache caked in frost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes fluttered and his lips moved, though only imperceptibly. He moaned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's coming around again.\" Mari raised a cup to the man's lips and whispered to him, \"Slowly now.\"\n\n\"Hot water?\" Yamabuki leaned to get a closer look.\n\n\"Warm. Not too hot or it can burn him—just as bad as the frostbite.\" She looked up, eyes sad. \"He's drifting in and out.\"\n\n\"Did he say anything?\"\n\n\"Only a little. The snow came suddenly. The horses died. The night fell.\" Mari shook her head. \"That's all I got from him. That and that some unseen thing attacked him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shouts echoed off the rock walls of the notch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mari looked up. \"It's father.\"\n\nOutside, Eiji and Fuyuki trudged toward the armory, bracing up another survivor between them, a man in full armor. They were most of the way back when the man slipped from the boys' grasp. Try as they might, they could not get him back to his feet. Kōno marched up, waving his sons aside, stooped over, and hefted the man over his shoulders.\n\nHe's strong as a horse.\n\nKōno called out, \"Mari! Heat water! Heat lots!\"\n\n\"Samurai-sama,\" Mari interrupted. \"I know I should not ask, but could you please give him some more warm water?\"\n\n\"Oh.\" Yamabuki turned. \"Of course.\" Yamabuki moved closer, and mirroring Mari, she lifted his head so it rested against her knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give him only a little at a time.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'kettle' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mari formally bowed and then fetched a nabe iron kettle and rushed out the back to the hot spring.\n\nThe ice in his hair and face began to thaw where it touched Yamabuki's hem. How cold his skin is. She put her hand against his cheek and the ice there took to melt. He opened his eyes and through frosted brows and lashes looked at her kindly. The beard around his mouth was no longer totally ice encrusted. She could see his once-blue lips turning pink. He mumbled, \"Dōmo.\" Thanks.\n\nMari returned, the kettle brimming with water.\n\nHow can a willowy girl be so strong?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mari placed the kettle on the forge to heat.\n\nKōno Taro, breathing heavily, entered the armory with the second victim slung over his shoulders. Gingerly protecting the man's head, Taro lowered him onto the floor in the center of the workshop. The armor clanked against the planking. Coming to rest, the man lay still as a doll.\n\nTaro stood, catching his breath. Mouth drawn and jaw clenched, he looked at Yamabuki and slowly shook his head.\n\nEiji and Fuyuki entered, stomping the snow off their winter sandals.\n\nA look of renewed determination crossed Taro's face. \"Strip him!\"\n\nAs if receiving orders from a tai-shōgun, they moved as one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eiji, Fuyuki and Yo-ichi pulled off their own cloaks, tossing them aside, and began pulling away the supine man's outer garments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Underneath, he too wore Ōe clan armor.\n\n\"High ranking,\" Taro huffed.\n\n\"He's a kashira, judging by the ornate yoroi,\" said Yamabuki.\n\nThe Kōno siblings rapidly but respectfully unknotted the binding cords they could reach, then gently rolled the commander onto his side to get at the other disparate fastening points. He did not resist in the slightest as they removed the individual pieces of armor.\n\nThe forge fires burned high and hot. Even with the front and back doors thrown wide open, snow that had been tracked in had turned to melted puddles pooled on the fine pine floor.\n\nThe kashira's face remained covered by a scarf. Only his half-vacant eyes showed. Mari stooped down and tenderly removed the shawl, revealing his black shaggy beard and long mane, all crusted with hunks of snow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two elder brothers pulled off the rest of his clothing, right down to the shitagi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then even it came off. Naked and pallid, the warrior lay on his back, too cold and too near death to shiver.\n\n\"Water!\" cried Taro.\n\nYo-ichi and Mari rushed over to the forge and returned hefting steaming nabe. With his fingertips, the armorer touched the liquid in one cauldron. \"Hum,\" he murmured approvingly, pulled back his sleeve, and shoved his arm in up to the elbow. \"Perfect!\" He nodded emphatically. \"Eiji, Fuyuki. Drench him.\" He gestured at the kashira. \"And don't forget the hands and feet!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two brothers cautiously poured—a gentle flow, but enough to cover all of him.\n\nMari and Yo-ichi brought more kettles forth, and the elder brothers poured a second round of water over the naked man. But the kashira lay as still as ever.\n\n\"Hotter water!\" Taro called out. \"Hotter water!\"\n\nMari stoked the fire. Yo-ichi delivered a heavily steaming cauldron, one the armorer could barely keep his hand in. \"Good!\" Taro started pouring.\n\nThe kashira did not blink, move, or mutter.\n\nTossing the empty cauldron aside and dropping on all fours, Taro pressed his ear to the man's chest. He laid his fingertips against the man's neck. Darkness crossed Taro's face. \"Too late.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene (which might reference existing characters and worldbuilding), and you will continue the story with nine sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Katherine M. Lawrence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The light of the forge flames shone brightly, revealing Taro's grim expression as he gazed at the unconscious man, whose head lay on Yamabuki's knee. In a soft voice, he said, \"This one was barefoot when he arrived.\"\n\n\"Barefoot?\" Yamabuki shook her head.\n\n\"He lost his boots. He said that during the night something pulled them off.\"\n\n\"Something?\" Yamabuki made a face.\n\nTaro nodded sagely. \"Strange things walk the road to the pass. Disquieted spirits cling onto the living and pull others into the abyss.\"\n\nShe cast a skeptical look. \"Disquieted spirits?\"\n\n\"There were two other soldiers. I doubt they made it. After the thaw, we'll find what the wolves and scavengers haven't picked clean.\"\n\nMari came over and draped a blanket across the warrior." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She then took over the ministering, resting his head on her knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki stood and said, \"So this man is the only one who will live.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taro grunted and led her a few steps away. \"Maybe not even him.\"\n\n\"He's warm and breathing. Surely—\"\n\n\"His toes—\" Taro pointed at the man's feet, which protruded from the blanket. \"Look at them. Tōshō.\"\n\nYamabuki didn't understand. From what she saw, color had come back to the feet—save for the toes, which were as colorless as ice. \"You'll warm the toes,\" she said hopefully.\n\nTaro shook his head. \"The ice kami has already feasted on the flesh. Once warmed, the toes will turn black. Rot. And then the blood fever will come. After that—\" Taro shrugged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A terrible way to go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can't anything be done?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, but he won't let it happen.\"\n\nYamabuki cocked her head. \"Won't let what happen?\"\n\n\"We take off the frozen parts before they turn black.\"\n\n\"Take off the frozen parts?\" She took a deep breath. \"How?\" She already suspected the answer.\n\n\"We cut them off. But he won't agree. It's all his toes. And two of his fingers.\"\n\n\"So we do nothing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By the time they finally agree, it's always too late.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man still breathed, though shallowly.\n\n\"He has no hope, then,\" Yamabuki said sadly.\n\n\"Who knows? The blood fever kami usually doesn't spare anyone.\"\n\n\"You can reason with him.\"\n\nTaro walked over to a box. \"He won't want to reason with this.\" He lifted a saw with tiny razor-fine teeth like inside a shark's mouth, its handle dark with bloodstains. \"This will cut through flesh and bone quickly.\"\n\n\"How long does it take to cut toes off?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"About the length of a shriek.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of them?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<EMBED THIS>>: \"I won't give up, but the challenge is to get his permission.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Each.\" Taro straightened and looked Yamabuki in the eye. \"I won't give up, but the challenge is to get his permission.\"\n\nKeeping the saw behind him, out of man's line of sight, Taro approached the injured survivor, bent down, and spoke soothingly.\n\n\"Can you hear me, samurai-sama?\"\n\nAwake after all, the Ōe warrior weakly nodded.\n\nTaro gently pulled the blanket back from the man's feet. \"Your toes. You see them?\"\n\nThe man opened his eyes and lifted his head to look. Then he sank back and nodded again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taro sighed. \"Not so good. The Yuki-onna must have brought the storm in hopes of embracing someone. She hoped to turn you into ice. You're lucky. All she got were your boots.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave a sad chuckle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The warrior managed a crooked smile.\n\n\"But then the kami of snow came\"—Taro pointed to the toes—\"and touched them, and two of your fingers. They're all white, just like the Gods. But mortal people can't have God parts. God parts kill us. Thus your kami toes must be taken off.\"\n\nNearly ice-white already, the man grew even more pale. He shook his head. \"No,\" he whispered. \"The kashira won't permit it.\"\n\n\"The kashira.\" Taro's face was grim. \"He didn't make it, but I'm sure he'd tell you to heed my advice.\"\n\nThe warrior rolled his head to the side and looked at the kashira's naked corpse lying in the morning sunlight. His mouth twisted, and he turned his gaze toward his toes, his face set." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is up to you, but if we don't do this, you'll die,\" Taro said sadly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'fingers' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A warrior is not afraid to die,\" said the samurai with veiled pride.\n\n\"This is true. But we are talking about life here and a battle which you could survive.\"\n\n\"A warrior with no fingers? Death is better.\"\n\nTaro glanced at Yamabuki as if to say his prediction had been correct.\n\nYamabuki screwed her face and broke in. \"You are right handed? Draw the bow string with your right, no?\"\n\nThe warrior looked up at her. With darkening eyes, he nodded.\n\n\"We've all met warriors who have lost fingers either in skirmishes or forfeit for making mistakes. Someone who has lost an ear or an eye or even a nose and have gone on to become illustrious, no?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slowly he nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For you, it's only two small fingers,\" she said with assurance. \"Afterward you'll still pull with the thumb and first two fingers, same as always. Same as everyone.\"\n\nHe frowned, and there was a long silence. He breathed hard and looked to Taro. \"How will you... take off the God parts?\"\n\nTaro revealed the jagged blade. \"With this.\"\n\n\"A saw!\" the warrior snarled.\n\n\"I am fast.\"\n\nThe samurai's eyes betrayed everything—anger, fear, panic, resignation, each turning over in his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No!\" He tried to sit fully up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mari laid a restraining hand on his chest. \"It's the only way,\" she whispered.\n\n\"No! I'll do it myself. With my own blade.\" Again he tried to sit upright.\n\nTaro touched the man's shoulder. \"You shouldn't move.\"\n\nThe guard lapsed back. Weak but resolute, he said, \"Hand me my blade.\"\n\nTaro pointed to the tachi. \"It's next to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The warrior rolled onto his elbows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With his left hand, he seized the scabbard. With his right, he grasped the hilt to pull—but his fingers could not close, and he moaned in pain, gasping \"I can't!\" before lying back exhausted.\n\n\"I'll do it then,\" Taro said with gravity.\n\n\"No, you won't.\" Still panting, he gritted his teeth. \"But she can!\" He shot a hard look at Yamabuki.\n\nStunned, she resisted the impulse to look away, for his eyes expressed a strange mixture—anger and pleading.\n\n\"You are proficient?\" His words to her were not meant as a question.\n\nShe took in a breath, picturing what he was asking, imagining herself delivering a stroke to slice off the man's toes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost growling, the samurai challenged, \"Even an average warrior can do what must be done in an instant. Are you at least that good?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'chance' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it was all the fight he had within him. He closed his eyes tight.\n\nTaro looked to Yamabuki. \"With your sword, you could make it go quickly for him. Clean cuts. After, there's the hot pike and my needle. But if he survives that, he has a chance. A fair chance.\" He looked expectantly at her.\n\n\"I don't like this one bit.\" She realized that she sounded exactly like her mother. \"It's savage.\"\n\n\"It's merciful. We need to be quick, while he still has the resolve and we haven't run out of time.\"\n\nNo one had ever suggested that this was any part of her duty." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "im ur writing buddy. i set scene (might have existing chars), u do four sentences like Katherine M. Lawrence" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'man's' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All eyes were on Taro as he painstakingly tied down the good fingers of the man's right hand.\n\nYamabuki took this moment to surreptitiously remove the scrolls from her sleeve and casually slip them into an open box of half-finished kozane, covering them with the stitched platelets.\n\nTaro now tethered the soles of the man's feet in place against a log.\n\nThe samurai murmured to her, \"You may use my blade.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I know my own the best.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He closed his eyes and lay back, toes clearly exposed, healthy fingers of his right hand tied back.\n\nYamabuki pulled a tasuki from her sleeve and held one end of the strand with her teeth, freeing both hands. With well-practiced motions, she wrapped the free end of the cord under her right arm, pulling the right sleeve back, then passed it behind her neck and pulled the left sleeve back. Forearms bare, she tied the two cord ends into a bowknot near her right shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Any worthy warrior could finish this action in under five heartbeats." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Face grim, Yamabuki gave Taro a hard look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are ready?\" Taro asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki unsheathed Tiger Cub and nodded.\n\n\"We need to purify the blade,\" said Taro. \"Warm water will have to do.\"\n\n\"Is there something better?\" she asked quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Omiki,\" said Taro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sacred saké?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taro nodded. \"But we have none.\"\n\n\"Maybe not sacredly blessed, but I have saké,\" Yamabuki said. \"Mari?\"\n\nThe girl stepped forward. \"Hai?\"\n\n\"Bring the bottle the Gentian samurai left.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mari nodded and dashed off, returning almost straightaway with Yoshinaka's flask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki presented the naked sword, point down. While incanting prayers, Taro poured the wine over the blade. The rivulets washed the steel and trickled to the floor.\n\n\"Maybe it's time for him to take a swig too,\" Taro said, inclining his head toward the man. Yamabuki nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The warrior took the bottle in his left and drank thirstily, quaffing almost all of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eyes round, Taro's children looked to see what would happen next." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taro waved them away. \"Go. There's nothing to see here.\"\n\nMari stepped to the forge and started heating an iron pike.\n\nYamabuki moved into place, focusing her targets: two feet and a hand; ten toes and two fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The morning light, amplified by sheets of snow, filled the armory so brightly she saw the afflicted appendages very clearly. They were white like the whitest rock, but there was also blackness in the nail beds. The stark contrast of the alabaster digits against healthy flesh indicated exactly where she was to strike.\n\nShe would do it in three rapid sweeps: One right-to-left cut to take the five toes of the left foot in one strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reverse in almost the same motion and take the five right toes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then pivot very slightly to bring the sword down toward his right hand.\n\nThe wine obviously dazed the warrior. Maybe that was good. Less pain. He asked somewhat drunkenly, \"May I know the name of the samurai who is going to cut me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked into his haggard face and answered simply, samurai to samurai, \"I am known as Taka Yamabuki. And since I am about to do this, may I ask your name?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Misaki Tada.\"\n\nYamabuki stiffened. She looked past the beard and mattered hair. Indeed. It was none other than Blue Rice's killer. And the dead kashira?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The same leader who had not lifted a finger to save Blue Rice and merely shrugged off the murder?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the five guards she had encountered the previous night at the Saké House—part of the same contingent? Was the law of karma unfolding before her?\n\nDid Misaki recognize her? Likely not. She had been in full armor when she arrived in Nagato Prefecture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Misaki had been too busy tormenting Blue Rice to pay her any mind.\n\nNow he lay at her feet, neck as exposed as his toes—in fact more so. One quick cut. One simple strike. She eyed his toes and fingers—more difficult targets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His head, so easy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked inside herself. She could do it. He would hold perfectly still, not expecting an executioner's cut. Not a word of protest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be quick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would not even know that he was being punished. He would die without further suffering. Painless. He would not suffer like Blue Rice had suffered.\n\nShe recalled Lord Nakagawa's discourse on the dichotomy of the sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had once said, \"In one moment, an instrument of destruction. In the next, one of humanity.\" Until this morning, she had only understood this abstractly: like the manifold faces of the numberless Gods, more of a riddle than anything else.\n\nFour slow bells struck the Hour of the Snake. She centered herself and raised her sword into the prepare position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Silence fell over the armory." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone held their breath. Even the wind ceased to stir." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for 1 sentence, matching any established character familiarity in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki guided her mount down the incline, leaning backward, shifting her weight as much as she could over Mochizuki's haunches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were no fresh tracks to be seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If intruders were about, they had not yet been here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor had her father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pushed Mochizuki to a canter to stay ahead of the daimyō as she had planned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air grew heavy with the scent of the sea, though the high, grassy dunes obstructed the view of the ocean." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She slowed to a stop at the bottom, where the trail opened into an elongated clearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Trap. Any approaching enemy would be forced to converge here, pressed together on low ground, vulnerable to defensive attack from the hills on either side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was also where the Taka routinely practiced archery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along the left side, under tall pines, five chest-high posts stood at various distances from the path—one from ten paces back, another thirty paces back, three others in between." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The arrangement was designed to make the shots tricky." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'distance' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unlike the targets in the marshaling yard that were all the same distance from the rider, these were staggered, like a real enemy, and multiple shots at full gallop required constant adjustment for distance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone had kindly left targets atop each post." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She decided to warm up her bow arm just a bit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Take out the five targets and she would be the one laughing with warrior spirit when her father rode up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She circled around to the entry of the range, noting how the pines rustled, tops swaying; wind gusts would cause the arrows to fly unpredictably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She delivered a small kick to Mochizuki's ribs, and he broke into a gallop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With one hand, she grabbed her yumi and pulled three arrows with the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her heart beating hard, she came up in her stirrups, turned her body, eying the first target, and drew the bowstring fully back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Allowing for her horse's movement, she released the arrow slightly early." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And without waiting to see if it hit, she focused on the next target." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An arrow whistled by her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mouth went dry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another arrow flew, whizzing just behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a third, landing a good five strides away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They came from the distant tree line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her heart beat even faster." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her anger rose. How foolish she was with intruders about!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now it was she who was vulnerable in the Trap!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a brief moment she wished she had her arrow cape, but there was no use in wishing for what she did not have." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What she did have were two arrows in hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She detected movement within the pines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her first shot fell short." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She retrained the remaining arrow in a slightly higher arc." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sailed beautifully until it ran afoul the branches, crackling through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sensed the arrow struck something—a tree trunk? An intruder?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That sound mingled with approaching hooves—her father riding rapidly toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With all her lungs she shouted, \"Go back! It's an ambush!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another arrow hissed close by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pulled hard on Mochizuki's reins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reared up. She got him to prance, hoping to draw the fire away from her father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She grabbed more arrows from her ebira, notching and releasing, notching and releasing, notching and releasing \"At me! Shoot at me!\" she yelled. \"Cowards!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To her horror, Moroto still thundered toward her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No! No!\" she cried. \"Run! Save yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But her father charged forward until he reined Kage beside her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The arrow volleys stopped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Moroto burst out laughing—a deep and joyful laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki, her teeth gritted in anger, swung her bow in the direction of the intruders, waiting for a target." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her father might have lost his senses, but she was ready." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His war fan in his mailed fist pushed her bow down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Careful, before you kill someone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're as hot-tempered as Mochizuki!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chuckled. \"Put the bow down.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Yamabuki skeptically complied as commanded, Moroto called out to the tree line, \"You can come out now!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moments later Etsu and Jun emerged from the underbrush and made their way down with grins on their faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What—?\" Yamabuki began. \"How—?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"While you were busy with the stable boy and Mochizuki, they rode out ahead. As I said, wooden targets don't shoot back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They could have killed me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not with those arrows.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moroto gestured. \"Show her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They lifted the arrows they carried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jun pushed his finger against the tip of one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blunted. A hit would have hurt, but likely not seriously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They were very hard to aim,\" Jun said, obviously suppressing a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you did not do bad, either,\" Etsu said, rubbing his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your aim was good. Luckily your arrows are the same.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shocked, Yamabuki pulled an arrow from her ebira and touched the point. Flat. And soft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not forged from the tamahagane used for arrowheads and sword blades. \"Clay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she wondered?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And namari, for the weight,\" Moroto said, sounding pleased with himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was all I could do to keep you from checking the arrows. I had to rear up Kage to distract you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki held her tongue, feeling played the fool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moroto said in a lower voice, \"Next time, we won't be around, and the arrowheads won't be made of lead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He watched her as she absorbed these words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was preparing her in a way the target range could not." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took in a deep breath and nodded.\n\n\"Let's talk,\" he said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? Follow my lead on how characters are introduced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From his uncomfortable but reasonably dry hiding place within the trees, Saburo gazed up the Ledge Road at the armory. Its front doors were thrown open, leaving an opening wide enough for two horses, but most of the interior remained out of view. Yet he saw them together—the Taka woman and the Minamoto samurai.\n\nAfter nine days of hunting her, he finally had the perfect circumstances. The armory was far from the main parts of town, a side road. This was a perfect place to attack. Kuma, the bear-like man who had shown up unannounced at Saburo's secluded sanctuary, had paid him handsomely to retrieve the two scrolls and kill her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No witnesses and no trace.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the days since, Saburo had not wavered from this commission." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But now things had changed. For only the second time in his life, he intended to kill for personal reasons. Punishment. Revenge. He was going to slay the Taka girl right here, in broad daylight if need be. Kuma's instructions were now secondary.\n\nSaburo looked at the omamori in the palm of his hand. The amulet bore the image of a takō. Its eight outstretched silk-embroidered tentacles enticed luck, for it was a talisman of whispers, assassinations, early death, intrigue by generals, and greedy fishermen, yet also an amulet of good fortune—one of safe return, especially from a journey over water. Takō. Octopus. A play on words:" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? Follow my lead on how characters are introduced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Third Quarter, Hour of the Bird, One day past Last Half Moon of Utū Ninth Month, First Day of Rittō, Beginning of Winter, First Year of Hōgen, Year of the Fire Rat, 7 November 1156, Iwakawa-jiin, Tajima Prefecture, Main Isle ]\n\nThe monastery lay high in the mountains and thus far from everything. For a young priest wishing to be alone and not think upon the tragedies that burdened him, gate duty was the perfect assignment. Nobody to talk to, nothing to do but meditate on the leafless trees and the expansive skies, no obligations but to wait for travelers—a rarity this late in the year.\n\nSo when in the dying fire of the first day of winter, Saburo saw the lone samurai approaching the west gate, it took a moment to register that this wasn't a trick of the shadows. As the sun at last slipped behind the hillcrest of the valleys, the young priest watched the stranger move through the fading light.\n\nSaburo reminded himself that it was the custom—nay, the duty—of temples to welcome travelers for the night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Likewise, travelers understood that a small donation of money, or something of value paid in-kind, would help ensure the visitor a warm place to sleep and a share of the meal. Only the foolhardy, or those running away from something or someone, would trek on down from the summit in waning light.\n\nAs the lone warrior drew nearer, Saburo could see that the stranger hefted a naginata over his shoulder. A tachi swung from his hip. A tall and imposing man, the traveler wore a field coat, but he walked under the weight of full yoroi. No lowly spearman, this. The samurai was perhaps ten years older and at least a head taller and certainly wider than Saburo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did not wear a kabuto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His wild mane of black hair fell to his shoulders, framing a noble face—bearded, rugged, and handsome in the way of men, with pronounced, yet well-proportioned, masculine features.\n\nThe samurai paused before the temple gate. As custom dictated, he scooped a handful of water from the chōzubachi and rinsed his mouth in ablution. Then he clapped his hands several times to alert the Gods, as well as everyone else, that he had arrived and intended to enter.\n\nSaburo could no longer avoid the man by lurking in the shadows. The young priest stepped forward and opened the entry.\n\nIn the fading light, the samurai's dark eyes, like a tiger's, scanned Saburo, but not with hostility, nor malevolence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'warrior' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More, they were curious, looking for something—perhaps an indication of what sort of order he had encountered, what kind of priests lived here, and what customs would be observed.\n\n\"How did you get that duty, squinting into the setting sun?\" asked the warrior, his voice deep and sonorous.\n\nSaburo frowned, not sure what the man was asking.\n\n\"I saw you lurking behind the gate,\" the warrior said. \"The sun was at my back. My advantage. It lit you up. The sun was in your eyes.\" He sniffed as he set his naginata down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he sat down on a smooth rock at the threshold to remove his traveling shoes—bearskin boots, at that. The first snows of winter had already fallen in the higher summits. If travelers were wealthy enough, they wore straw boots. Most commoners, however, wore straw sandals, even in winter, and if they were lucky, socks or makeshift gaiters to shield their toes from the cold. Very few had fur boots.\n\nThe man smiled. Had the warrior noticed Saburo's awe at something so simple as footwear? Saburo felt himself flush." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A first-level priest was not supposed to feel this sort of admiration. Priests were men of peace, while samurai were men of combat.\n\nThe samurai finally broke the silence. \"You have a name?\"\n\n\"I'm Dankotaru,\" Saburo said, giving his formal priestly name—one he rarely used.\n\n\"Are you?\"\n\n\"Am I what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Resolute. The meaning of dankotaru.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo shifted uneasily. There was something about this winning man that drew Saburo to him. He was powerful, yet calm. Likely he could be fierce if needed, yet he spoke with an unruffled coolness.\n\n\"I'm called Shima Sa-me,\" the samurai offered. This was uncharacteristic for a samurai to offer his name to someone not at least of the buke class. Perhaps he respected Saburo's status as a priest. \"You always called Dankotaru?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo shook his head.\n\n\"I didn't think so. Long name.\" Shima removed his haori, revealing battle-worn armor that had been patched and repaired. Saburo tried not to gape. The mending meant that the stranger had seen the thick of combat and had survived. But something else impressed Saburo even more: Shima's insignia, the Imperial symbol—the chrysanthemum mon. No question. He had fought in behalf of the Emperor, the Son of Heaven himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What did they call you before you came to the temple?\" Shima asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gankyū,\" Saburo said, unsure why he even admitted it.\n\n\"Eyeball?\"\n\n\"Hai.\"\n\n\"On account that you have one eye that wanders?\"\n\nSo! Shima had noticed and spoken of it—but in such a matter-of-fact way that Saburo found himself grinning, as if they were sharing some special secret. Saburo said, \"Our new bettō can't seem to remember my name, so he started calling me that\"—as had Saburo's father, but he did not want to volunteer that much.\n\n\"Priests,\" Shima said, standing up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They have an odd sense of things. My name means island shark, but I don't know where my father came up with that. Where can I find something to eat? You have meat?\"\n\nSaburo shook his head. \"We have taken vows not to kill, so we eat only grains and vegetables. Sometimes fruit. Mostly we have dried fruit.\"\n\n\"Hmm.\" Shima sighed. \"Religion means you have to give up a lot.\"\n\n\"Actually, even if meat were allowed, we're too poor to afford it, so if we make it a religious rule, like the Buddhists do, it comes out righteous.\"\n\nShima laughed—a bellow that resonated from deep inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like you, Gun-kun.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo pondered. Gun-kun, a complete mispronunciation of the hateful name Gankyū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shima had turned Gan into Gun, soldier, and kyū into kun, a form of respect usually shared among comrades. Saburo felt flattered. Gun-kun—fellow soldier.\n\n\"Gun-kun? Any saké?\" Shima asked slyly.\n\nSaburo considered the risk of taking saké from the storehouse—saké used for sacred rites. He wanted to please this warrior who was being so friendly. \"I think I know where I can find some.\"\n\n\"Where are the other priests?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At prayers. It's the observance of the first night of winter. We're all fasting. I think I can find some roots to eat.\"\n\n\"Roots!\" Shima almost spat the word. \"Roots and saké?\" Shima shuddered. \"How about fresh rabbit?\"\n\n\"Rabbit?\"\n\n\"You think these are only for war?\" Shima tapped his ebira holding his arrows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is there a place we can set up a fire, away from all the prayers? Bring something to cook in. A small pot or iron plate will do. We'll eat rabbit and drink saké. And I'll talk. You were looking at all the scuffs on my armor. I can see you want to hear about the Ran.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You fought in the Hōgen Ran?\" Saburo bit his lip, trying to quiet the excitement he felt.\n\n\"Let's find that quiet place, and if eating rabbit offends your religion, you can just drink the saké. I'll tell you about the battles last summer.\"\n\nThe two went to a place far up the hill behind the temple where the smoke and smell of the fire and cooking rabbit would not drift down to the priests' noses." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 5 sentences in the style of Katherine M. Lawrence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Three days past First Half Moon of Rice-Ear Month, Second Week of Taisho, the Great Heat, First Year of Hōgen, 30 July 1156, Iwakawa-jiin ]\n\nOne warm, sunny, and quiet day, a small contingent of sōhei arrived at Iwakawa-jiin. A commotion erupted at the gates. The ōgane boomed in rapid rhythm. Alarm! Aka-rui ran through the inner courtyard, shouting, \"Everyone to the front. Help the bettō!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo immediately set down his calligraphy brush, grabbed his walking stick, and ran toward the front. Nin-tai already stood just outside the gate, as priests, postulants, and novices folded in behind him. Aka-rui and Saburo made their way to the front of the assembled as the temple bell's last toll echoed from the bluffs.\n\nSaburo found himself facing eleven heavily armed warrior-monks who were irate about something, he was not sure what. They stood no more than five paces from the bettō, so close that Saburo could smell their rank sweat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One look at them and Saburo's heart turned into ice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His breath caught in his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sōhei stood larger than any of the priests." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most had huge hands with which they gripped their sword-tipped polearms. Although their tunics were not all that different from those of the priests of Iwakawa-jiin, they wore mailed cowls and hoods. Only their eyes provided clues as to their expressions and thus their emotions. It was eerie how their eyes agitatedly darted back and forth as they looked to one another.\n\nPerhaps seeing Saburo's fear, perhaps to reassure, Aka-rui opened his robes just a little, revealing the leather-wrapped hilt of the short sword he had brought with him when the two of them had first arrived at the monastery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo almost gasped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't be afraid,\" Aka-rui whispered, flashing Saburo a knowing look.\n\nNin-tai, who saw nothing of what was happening between the two boys behind him, remained calm, not moving. \"Iwakawa-jiin is not a martial order,\" he said to the warrior-monks. \"We do not carry weapons. We aren't interested in proving anything through the force of arms.\"\n\n\"Ha!\" said the leader of the \"Eleven,\" as Saburo later came to call these particular men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The leader had a deep voice, as well as a faded scar, likely from a blade lick, that crossed over one eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And those hardwood walking sticks?\" He thrust his finger at the syncretics. \"Are you not armed? That bunch behind you is here to back you up, or are you saying they're here to meditate!\"\n\n\"These?\" Nin-tai swept his arm. \"They're unarmed. The walking sticks help the old men and children climb the steep trails in the mountains,\" he said in a soft but commanding voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All we want to do is go back to our prayers. This temple has nothing you want or need. Please leave us to our meditations.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scarred leader raised his naginata. \"We'll decide when and where to go, not you, old man.\" For emphasis, he flicked the naginata, and the blade-sheath flew away, exposing the shining blade. He lowered the polearm and slid into a low stance from which he could strike with speed and power.\n\n\"This is too much,\" Aka-rui hissed and started forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No!\" Saburo seized Aka-rui's sleeve, but Aka-rui twisted, and Saburo's fingers lost their grip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aka-rui jumped out from the assembled priests. \"You've dared speak to the bettō in such a disrespectful way,\" he shouted. \"Apologize now! Prostrate yourselves before the holy man! Immediately!\"\n\nThe sōhei leader's eyes brightened in amusement, and he laughed wickedly.\n\nNin-tai put himself between the Eleven and Aka-rui." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go, Aka-rui,\" he whispered. \"Go. Leave now.\"\n\nThe man with the naginata mocked, \"Listen to the yamazaru who is certainly brighter than you, Baka-rui\"—a deliberate mispronunciation of the young priest's name, twisting Aka-rui, bright, to mean common fool. \"An idiot disciple follows a mountain monkey!\" The leader laughed, looking at his fellows, who burst into laughter along with him, adding rude simian noises and making monkey-like gestures.\n\nNin-tai turned and guided Aka-rui away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The leader of the Eleven muttered, \"Shove your walking sticks up your backsides.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aka-rui looked over his shoulder and pulled open his tunic to reveal the short sword's hilt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll shove this up inside yours, if you like.\"\n\n\"Not a martial order? Ha! Liar!\" the scarred man howled. His naginata flashed.\n\nAka-rui pushed Nin-tai clear. There came a terrible sound as the blade tore flesh and bone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blood spurted. Aka-rui fell instantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Never had Saburo seen anyone killed, let alone be cut down in this horrid way. Nin-tai bent over the boy-priest whose white robes were soaked red.\n\nSaburo stood stock-still in horror as the naginata swept again.\n\nNin-tai fell. His blood flowed and pooled with Aka-rui's.\n\nThe temple priests shrieked and shook their walking sticks—and then, as one, all eleven warrior-monks moved their polearms into fighting position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The deputy abbot, Dayu-suke, turned to the priests and waved his arms over his head. \"Everyone hold!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though the priests followed his order and did not advance, they continued to raise their staffs and shout angrily at the hooded men, but it was in vain. The Eleven marched right through the gate, shoving aside anyone who got in their way, and swarmed through the temple, throwing open cabinets, ripping down banners, apparently searching for objects of value. But Iwakawa-jiin, though a proud order with roots in both Shintō and Buddhist traditions, was not a temple filled with riches. There were no jade Buddhas or gold shrines to pillage.\n\nThe leader shouted, \"These mountain monkeys live like monkeys!\" And he led his warrior-monks back out the gate and toward the road beyond, leaving the hapless priests to deal with the dead." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene (which might reference existing characters and worldbuilding), and you will continue the story with nine sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Katherine M. Lawrence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "During his three years in Buzen Prefecture, Saburo uncovered a great deal of information about the warrior-monks who had killed Nin-tai and Aka-rui. It turned out they were not monks at all, but had risen up from being low-level enforcers, likely hinin, the bottom of the social order. Their group was known as the Zodiac, and they were notorious.\n\nOriginally there had been twelve of them, and each man had taken delight in adopting the name of an astrological beast: Dragon, Viper, Stallion, Ram, Monkey, Hawk, Wolf, Wild Boar, Rat, Ox, Tiger, and Rabbit. How or why they decided on these names—either through birth year, by lot, or by other means—was not exactly clear, but it was known that Ram had died sometime early on, just before their murderous raid on Iwakawa-jiin.\n\nActually, their names did not precisely match astrological beasts; they were embellished to live up to the men's grand senses of self. For example, the one who should have gone by the sign of the dog called himself Wolf. Horse became Stallion, snake became Viper, and sheep became Ram. Even mouse became Rat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alas, poor Rabbit—not much could be done with that name, though those born in the Year of the Rabbit were said to possess good qualities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man named Rabbit, like many born under that sign, had the qualities of an artist, and it was because of his skill with colored inks and the needle that all of the Zodiac had ended up with beautiful designs scratched into their skins—irezumi—at least so it was said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Criminals were often marked with ink on skin so that the innocent and all law officers would know with what and whom they dealt—a petty thief, a swindler, someone who had maimed, molested, or whatever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The list of offenses was long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each offense resulted in a mark. And those who had run afoul of the law would hide the incriminating marks, for five marks usually earned a death sentence, regardless of the severity of the crimes. In defiance, some criminals embellished the marks with additional inking and made a show out of them, holding them up high and proud and thereby intimidating the meek. Throughout the land, drawing pictures on the skin became a sign of a certain kind of manliness and beauty.\n\nAnd this is what the Zodiac were said to have done, though because of the sōhei robes they usually wore, only hints of the body art had been observed.\n\nInitially, when the Zodiac had first gathered as a group, they had been welcomed by many of the common people—mainly because one of their first orders of business had been to depose a gang of small-time thieves. The grateful populace had praised the apparent monks for their great act of courage. But soon the commoners discovered that these warrior-monks were harsher and more capricious than the former gang had ever been.\n\nAs a result, the Zodiac tended never to stay too long anywhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were constantly on the move, stopping at local settlements to demand \"holy offerings\" that were little more than extortions. Since no one dared withhold a religious offering to armed sōhei, the farmers could not exactly claim that they had been robbed. As such, the Zodiac, despite their colorful irezumi that suggested criminal pasts, were never accused of any crimes, let alone brought to justice. It was easier for the authorities to just look the other way.\n\nIt would take someone else to right the wrongs of the Eleven.\n\nAnd that's how Saburo came to decide that he would die in the First Year of Heiji, seven nights after the autumnal equinox, on the Full Moon of Leaf Month, placing his death on the seventh night of the sixteenth solar stem of the Year of the Earth Rabbit—just days before Kanro, the time of dew, the time of tears. A fitting time to leave the earth. All the astrological indications pointed to it being a particularly auspicious day—that and the fact that Saburo knew where the Eleven would be that night. They would be in the mountains of Nagato." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In Ōuchi territory. At an isolated shrine temple.\n\nFrom rumors and random tales—of which there were plenty, for wherever the renegade monks went they left mayhem in their wake—Saburo, with the help of Shima, had pieced together the Zodiac's cyclical travel patterns. For the past three years, during Shūbun, the Eleven had lodged at the Yawara-kaikaze-gū. Perhaps they liked its name, Soft Breeze Shrine. Perhaps they found security in the rugged rock terrain of the Chūgoku Mountains. Most likely, one of the men was from the area and had suggested the shrine as a pleasant location high above the heat and far from the eyes of ōryōshi. It was especially convenient that the Ōuchi held influence over the area—no frontiers to cross.\n\nSaburo announced to Shima that he would travel to the temple and, under Full Moon's light, kill as many Zodiac as possible, though undoubtedly it meant dying in the process.\n\nShima was not even slightly surprised at Saburo's readiness to go to his own death." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 10 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In fact, he agreed. The time had come. But Shima's reasons had nothing to do with knowing where the Zodiac would lodge. He had watched how Saburo's desire to settle scores had not slackened. If anything, it had hardened. And Shima understood that further training, without experience, would become a student's undoing—just as continually polishing the same edge of a fine sword over and over eventually led to dullness. Even the hardest steel that ran along the outer cutting edge would eventually wear away. Though sharp, an over-polished blade was soft and would not endure many blows before breaking.\n\nShort of actual combat, Saburo was as sharp, hard, and as ready as he ever would be. And Shima knew that it was better to die in battle than to live with a festering heart." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "im ur writing buddy. i set scene (might have existing chars), u do four sentences like Katherine M. Lawrence" }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ Full Moon of Leaf Month, Seventh Night of Shūbun, First Year of Heiji, Year of the Earth Rabbit, 29 September 1159, Soft Breeze Shrine, Suō Prefecture, Main Isle ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Under the bright glow of the Full Moon, walking by himself, Saburo arrived at Soft Breeze Shrine.\n\nShima had offered to accompany him into battle with the Eleven, but this was something Saburo had to do himself. \"I must kill them,\" he had replied. \"For others to do it would deprive me of the satisfaction.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so Shima waited below with the horses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shrine itself was located up a steep crag, cradled amidst a natural ring of enormous stone pillars—a veritable fortress that could be reached only by trekking up a long series of very steep steps carved out of a sheer cliff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once near the top, the path wound its way around boulders taller than three men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At first Saburo heard nothing but insects and the rustle of wind through the trees, but as he worked his way through the ring of granite, raucous singing reached his ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bawdy songs. The shrine's priest no doubt had run away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shrine itself was quite small—one building that served as shrine and dwelling for the priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It stood unguarded. No sentry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Likely the Eleven were confident." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anyone approaching enemies would have to take the steep rock path and come in single file." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo's tachi and Aka-rui's short sword were sharp, polished, and pristine. He did not wear armor, just a simple-looking riding kimono and hakama chosen for him by Shima from among the Ōuchi martial gear—but which was specially designed for assassinations. Though it looked ordinary enough, the kimono had inner sleeves with cleverly sewn-in pouches for weapons. Four tantō daggers and two throwing stars were tucked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave one last check of the inner flaps to make sure that they were properly folded back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The weapons had to easily slip into his grasp when the moment came. There would be no allowance for fumbling.\n\nHe had rehearsed the battle countless times at the Ōuchi Compound, but in training he knew his opponents, fellow students who played the parts of the Eleven, so he always had a pretty good idea where they would be sitting, and their combat skills, along with their favorite tricks. But this would be different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had no idea of what he'd find, no way to know how matters would unfold, except that the Eleven were experienced killers, and that once engaged in a fight, they never held back. The only important question was how many of the eleven men he would take down before he himself fell.\n\nIs there a life after, or is that merely a story we tell ourselves to push away the anguish of death? If there was a life after, then he'd find out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If there wasn't, then there was nothing to worry about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo uttered his final prayers, certain that he would not emerge alive. Three years of preparations would end in this rocky arena with walls so high that they all but blocked the glow of the Full Moon. After Nin-tai's and Aka-rui's deaths, he had pictured his own tall stone grave post in the burial ground somewhere near theirs. But likely when people found his body here—if they found his body—no one would know who he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No name would be inscribed in stone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His grave marker—whether his name was inscribed there or not, whether his body was buried or left for the scavengers—would be the high stone pillars surrounding him now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fitting that they were so tall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An Emperor could not wish for a more grand memorial, though Masahito's name would at least be remembered. His would not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He huffed with amusement at this thought. Strange that at a moment like this he could feel amused.\n\nThe singing, laughing, and carousing continued unabated from inside. Saburo adjusted the eyepatch, took a long, deep breath of fresh autumn air, and walked through the dark red uprights and crosspieces of the torii gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was crossing from the profane to the sacred." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But what he planned to do to the men inside was anything but sacred.\n\nI will now defile a holy place.\n\nSaburo paused before the doors of the shrine that were guarded by a pair of stone-carved lion-dogs, their granite mouths cut into perpetual snarls, their fangs and hungry tongues showing. He gazed into their frozen stone eyes that returned only their terrifying countenance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was he, too, like one of them now? A granite lion-dog." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth was dry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had looked forward to the ritual of clearing his mouth out with water before entering the shrine, but the chōzubachi by the entry door was empty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without the actual priest around, who would fill it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Obviously none of these \"spiritual\" men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But that did not matter now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as the door opened, he would strike.\n\nMy last night on earth.\n\nHis heart beat so hard that his ears throbbed. Saburo raised his hands to announce to the Gods he was coming into the shrine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if the Gods stayed to watch, what wouldn't they witness now?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He clapped his hands together." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on the story, maintaining character relationships, in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the sun rose, Shima and Saburo prepared to head back to the home province. Smiling, yet serious, they went about saddling Raiden and Gaki.\n\nShima paused to look toward Soft Breeze Shrine, which stood as peacefully and undisturbed as ever. \"Did those men have money?\"\n\nSaburo nodded. \"They had loot, but I came only to kill them. If I now took their money, it'd make me no better than them. Killing for money.\"\n\nShima scoffed and went about checking and tightening Gaki's tack.\n\nSaburo continued, \"Whoever finds the bodies is welcome to the blood money. Leave it for the shrine priest, I say. He'll have to restore and cleanse a desecrated shrine. Maybe the money will help him do that.\"\n\n\"I'm sure. After all, that's exactly what I would do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shima laughed darkly and shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And with that the two men rode into the rising sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if the shrine priest ever found the loot, Saburo never heard about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After all, wasn't that the way of booty? Bragging only invited consequences. Booty, like omeko, was something secret and best hidden, lest it became profane. And in keeping with discretion, no one ever spoke of any blood-drenched money found at any shrine.\n\nWhat was widely repeated, however, was that eleven \"holy men\" had been murdered. Their decomposing bodies were discovered some time after the Dark Moon.\n\nHoly men indeed!\n\nThe first stories, mainly speculation, painted a picture of superior numbers rushing into the shrine and massacring the unsuspecting monks while they were deep in prayer and meditation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, a certain former priest who gave up the holy life and ended up in Heian-kyō after he mysteriously came into a sizable sum of money, his tongue loosened with sufficient saké, told the story of the night he \"saw something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He \"just happened to be traveling\" the night of the killings. He said that one man and only one man \"entered the shrine and then left after a great commotion.\" It was hard to see through the brush, even though the night had been brightly moonlit. The former priest told of the massacre in a general way—after all what could he see behind closed doors?—but then proceeded to repeat with unconcealed relish how afterward the lone man met another man and together celebrated the battle by sharing \"out under moonlight, no less,\" each other's body. Likely the former priest had observed this better than what had happened within the closed walls of the shrine. Thus, a second rumor began to spread that a certain man, young, talented, and most powerful, had traveled to Nagato to kill the Zodiac.\n\nOver time, as more facts leaked out, the Ōuchi conducted a quiet investigation within their ranks. Many of the retainers were called out and asked who of their number were away during the autumnal equinox and what clothing and weapons had gone missing right before the killing of the Zodiac." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything pointed to Saburo.\n\nThis put the Ōuchi in a predicament not to their liking, nor of their choosing, and it came as a surprise only to Saburo that he was summarily ordered to leave the Ōuchi compound. Moreover, the Ōuchi disavowed all affiliation with him. He was never any kind of Ōuchi retainer, merely a runaway priest, a lapsed priest, a straggler of dubious character. The clan did not want to run afoul of the powerful sōhei. Even though the Zodiac were regarded as renegades even by their brethren—and more than a few branches of warrior-monks were glad to see the last of them—the Ōuchi did not want it said that any contingent of their retainers had engaged in battle with anyone at all connected to the sōhei.\n\nSaburo, not an Ōuchi retainer, had acted alone.\n\nShima's part in the episode was never spoken about, nor was the sword master ever punished, for it would have been an admission of a conspiracy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Besides, there was never even a hint of Shima having lifted his sword against the Zodiac." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And thus, Shima, caught in the middle, was told to separate himself from his one-time protégé.\n\nThe Ōuchi said they would not personally escort him out of their prefecture, but if he did not leave of his own volition, he would suffer punishment—a euphemism for execution. Saburo was stripped of all insignia, though he was permitted to keep his swords. As for his mount, Raiden, the Ōuchi kept the stallion.\n\nAnd so, Saburo was unceremoniously expelled from the Ōuchi compound on foot and told to leave Buzen Prefecture at once." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "hey can u write 3 sentences more sentences? like Katherine M. Lawrence but Japan, historical fiction, samurai style. btw this is from middle of a story" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Hour of the Ox, Minezaki ]\n\nThe town bore no sign announcing its existence. But clusters of weathered and indifferently maintained minka homes—clapboard walls and peaked thatched roofs, ghostly with a dusting of snow, tattered with rents and holes—rose up along the road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo passed the first structure, long since abandoned, with windows that gaped open like mouths to the underworld." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next home also appeared uninhabited; yet he smelled firewood and an occasional whiff of millet. Desperate people surviving after a rough winter? He walked on.\n\nThe snowfall grew heavier, now sticking to the road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His steps left footprints. More tricks from the Gods? He cinched his cloak a bit tighter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A stooped gray couple squatted in the darkness against the wall of a nondescript clapboard minka more haphazard in construction, assembled from leftover scraps from finer buildings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He ran up to them, as if in an anxious hurry, and said in a weak voice, \"Please, I'm looking for a samurai. I have an urgent message for her. Riding a horse? Wearing green armor so dark it's almost black?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man gaped at him, working his lips over toothless gums. The woman shrugged.\n\n\"You saw her? Where did she go?\"\n\nThe woman touched the old man's shoulder and stole inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old man, confused, slowly followed her, and the door banged shut.\n\nSaburo continued up the road. The strange summer storm intensified." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carried on the wind blowing down from the mountains, snow swirled around him, and now his footprints disappeared in an ever-restless whiteness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Surely Yamabuki could not have gone on in this weather, especially over the pass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had to have stopped somewhere nearby for the night.\n\nAs he had in Akamagaseki, he now peered around behind each building he passed, checking for stables. Few homes had any—their tenants too poor to own horses, let alone house them in separate structures—and what sheds he found stood empty and unused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the density of minka increased, so did their quality. All bore peaked roofs, though most of thatched straw, not shingles.\n\nHe reached a crossroads—the reason the town even existed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A broad road extended off to the left and right: the East-West Highway, a major traveling route that reached from the Leeward Sea to the Inland Sea. But nobody was traveling on this night.\n\nThe Taka warrior likely had not taken the long way around to the Imperial City." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With this weather, she had to be somewhere in this town.\n\nHe continued on North Road into the densest part of Minezaki. The minka now stood wall to wall, and many abutted bluffs or large boulders, making getting around them more difficult, checking stables more time-consuming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Often upon creeping around to the back of a structure, he encountered the stone or steep dirt of a cliff face. Twice he had to throw rocks at skeletal dogs that pestered him for food. At none of the stables he found were horses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He crept up to one somewhat maintained structure and peered through an open window." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dark and silent but for the faint hiss of burning coals. He slid open the door. Nobody. He entered.\n\nThe entire interior was one room, deserted; yet an iron plate sat within the irori, glowing red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone lived here and was perhaps soon to return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo warmed his hands and feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried to center himself and reflect on his next move, but instead found himself thinking about Shima. Shima! Dead!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cold body—so altered since that night they'd first embraced.\n\nHis thoughts wandered further back—to Iwakawa-jiin. But now the temple had turned cold and lifeless and withered priests trudged ghostlike through corridors and across courtyards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The few faces he recognized were aged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He floated through walls, past the kitchen where flavorless millet bubbled in a pot, and into a large chamber where a small deflated man, gray and hunched, sat in meditation in front of an incense flame. The light flickered across the gaunt face, and Saburo realized he was looking at Dayu-suke. The bettō who took Nin-tai's position had become a shadow of himself—no longer the fat but shriveled. Old. Barely alive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dayu-suke's lips moved, and the words reached Saburo's ears, yet Saburo could not understand them. The old man chanted in some unfamiliar language. The only word Saburo could make out was \"Dankotaru.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The room dissolved into smoke and Saburo found himself in the misty graveyard, by Aka-rui's weathered marker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aka-rui, still young, climbed out of the ground and frowned.\n\nLoud stomping the boards outside brought Saburo out of the fog. With feet soft and silent, he moved to the corner by the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, he slipped his sword, scabbard and all, from his sash and held it from the middle.\n\nThe door slid open. A gaunt man with snow on his black hair stepped in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo struck. The scabbard smacked hard against the man's skull. The man crumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shinobi checked outside for anyone else who might have been coming along.\n\nSatisfied, he slid the plank door shut and moved back through the dark room, looking for a pot, basket, anything that might have contained something useful. He yanked down straw-mesh sack hanging on a wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside was a cheap kimono, thin material. In the dimness, it appeared rather plain. Perfect.\n\nHe kicked off his robe, walked to the irori, and tossed his blood-spattered garment onto the coals." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Immediately smoke rose, thick and slow. He slipped on the new-found kimono and tied the sash. The ko-dachi's scabbard tucked in easily, but the sash seemed too insubstantial for the tachi." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'sword' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't leave Shima's sword behind, so he fashioned the saya's sageo into a loop and threw the cord over his shoulder to carry the sword on his back.\n\nThe man he had clouted moaned. Saburo moved to him, drew his knife, and slit open the man's throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As blood spurted out onto the planks and seeped through the gaps, smoke from the fire crawled along the floor to caress the body. Dayu-suke's chant seemed to dance at the edge of his awareness.\n\nSaburo pushed open the door, stepped out, shut it behind him, and continued up the North Road further into Minezaki." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The snow was surprisingly deeper now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What hour was it? He'd heard no tolling. He would have guessed toward the end of the Hour of the Pig." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the chill and the snow gave him the sense it was much later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Hour of the Mouse?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hour of the Ox? Hour of the Mouse? His mind ran in circles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And still the dark fog clung to his thoughts. Was the bettō trying to curse him? He recalled the large fox with the intelligent eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A God? Or was it a shapeshifting tsukimono conjured to possess his soul?\n\nHe scooped up a handful of snow and shoved it into his mouth. With his tongue, he worked the snow around as it melted, letting the cold clear his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He spat out the resulting water, as if rinsing his mouth in ablution." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Possession! Bah! Gods! Bah!\n\nHe headed up the road, lifting his legs to clear the snow.\n\nA lone brazier in front of a short, wide building illuminated a green banner marked with the word Saké. Finally. People." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Katherine M. Lawrence spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo ducked into the Saké House. Empty. A stooped old man in a brown kimono with white stripes moved tables and picked up fallen benches. \"Saké House Man,\" Saburo said.\n\nWithout looking up, the silver-haired man bowed stiffly. \"Cost you a copper,\" he muttered with barely veiled disdain and shuffled by Saburo toward the back.\n\n\"I don't want your saké.\"\n\nThe proprietor stopped, turned, and peered up at him, his eyes flitting back and forth from Saburo's face to the kimono he wore. \"Where's Ase?\" he asked, eyes narrowing.\n\nSaburo glanced down to see in the brazier light a distinctive yellow leaf pattern in the seemingly plain brown kimono he'd acquired. Not quite as anonymous as he had assumed. He laughed gently. \"The man with dark hair? He sold it to me. My kimono was soiled from falling into a mud hole.\" He glanced down modestly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"It's important I deliver this message. I can pay for information.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did not want to embarrass my lord.\"\n\nThe saké man resumed his way toward the back.\n\n\"I bear a message for a Taka samurai, a woman wearing dark green armor. She here?\"\n\nThe old man jerked his head. \"No.\"\n\n\"It's important I deliver this message. I can pay for information.\"\n\nThe man paused.\n\nSaburo stepped forward and clapped a small Sòng Dynasty copper coin onto the counter. \"Nobody by that description?\"\n\nThe old man turned. His gnarled fingers scooped up the coin. He examined it closely, then looked up with a knowing smile. \"Interesting night.\" He paused, studying Saburo's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But no woman samurai.\"\n\n\"Interesting? I think your answer is too vague to merit a Sòng copper.\"\n\nThe saké man slowly nodded. \"Sakimori.\" He said the word as if it were cursed. \"Drunk already. Talked about a samurai killed on the North Road. Not a woman.\"\n\nSaburo held up his hand, rubbing thumb and fingers together. \"That's all?\"\n\nThe man spat. \"With sakimori, it's never one thing. They come here already drunk. I don't know why. They tried to get a yahochi to join them. But she had a sword.\" He smirked. \"That did not go well.\" He turned away.\n\n\"Yahochi with a sword? Did not go... how?\"\n\nThe saké man jutted out his chin.\n\nSaburo narrowed his eyes, set his jaw, and clapped another copper onto the counter.\n\n\"She was too much for them. Didn't draw her sword. Broke their bones with just the scabbard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chuckled and picked up the coin." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to seamlessly include 'Made up. A yahochi, I said. Long black hair down her back. Young. Beautiful—probably. Who can tell with all that makeup?' in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not a warrior?\"\n\nThe old man waved his hand in front of his face, fingers dancing. \"Made up. A yahochi, I said. Long black hair down her back. Young. Beautiful—probably. Who can tell with all that makeup?\" He shook his head. \"She wore a local kimono, but she was no local. Her speech? Strange accent. Strange words. I didn't know that women who give their skin are taught to fight.\"\n\nSaburo exhaled deeply. \"They aren't.\"\n\nThe man squinted at him. \"Didn't think so.\"\n\nSaburo held up another coin and placed it gently on the counter. \"I believe this woman might be the very lady I am to deliver my lord's message to. Do you know where she is?\"\n\nThe man shrugged, sagging as if a burden were set on his back. \"She left with a young kuge.\"\n\n\"A kuge? What kuge? Does he have a name?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man shrugged again. \"Don't know. Been around alone for several days. Easy to spot. Gentian flower on his kimono.\"\n\nSaburo's heart started to beat hard. Minamoto—the man named Kiso who no doubt awaited his men's arrival. Saburo remained outwardly calm. \"Where's he staying?\"\n\n\"Red Banners. But I wouldn't—\" The old man cut himself off.\n\nSaburo ignored the breach of manners. \"This yahochi. Wearing a local kimono, you said?\"\n\n\"Kōno's. The armorer's family colors and pattern. Orange with butterflies.\" He shook his head. \"Sad business, that.\"\n\n\"Sad?\"\n\n\"No use for those kimono. Pox outbreak six years ago. Dead wife. One of the twin girls.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo's pushed away memories of his mother's death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This very moment, the Taka woman was likely in the arms of the woman-loving Kiso. Saburo could strike now.\n\nThe old man took a seat in a corner and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. Saburo asked, \"Kind uncle, what's your name?\"\n\n\"They call me Unagi.\"\n\n\"I need a room, Unagi-kun. Where's this Red Banners? It sounds worthy.\"\n\nUnagi jerked his head. \"They won't have a room for you. Only Minamoto not Minamoto.\"\n\n\"Minamoto not Minamoto?\" Saburo repeated.\n\n\"They're the only ones. Are you Minamoto?\"\n\nSaburo shook his head.\n\n\"Didn't think so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Another place nearby then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a room for you. Five coppers.\"\n\nSaburo placed on the table a coin larger than the others, worth twenty coppers.\n\nUnagi snatched it up, trying to hide his delight. \"Out, to the right, take the alley. House banner with cherries. You want saké? I'll get you a flask to take with.\" He rose from his seat and quickly ambled toward a low curtained doorway to another room.\n\n\"May tomorrow be less interesting,\" Saburo said to his back and stepped out into the snowy night.\n\nHard icy snow bit his cheeks. Wind blew drifts across the road. His own footprints from before were already lost in the white. He paused at the corner as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness away from the brazier light, then started down the alley, hand on the hilt of his ko-dachi. He didn't put it past the old man to send out armed akutō to rob a stranger carrying Sòng coins. But nobody confronted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fact, nobody was out at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost immediately he came upon a solid building draped with red banners, snow drifts blown up against the door.\n\nDirectly across stood a more humble building bearing a weathered banner with a marking so faded it was barely visible: Sakura.\n\nSaburo crossed over and clapped his hands.\n\nAfter a dozen breaths, he wondered if anyone had heard him. But at last the door clunked and rumbled open, splashing light out into the alley. A small woman of middle age with kind eyes and sun-warmed cheeks, wearing a gray kimono, smiled up at him. \"Apologies. I'm not so quick at my age.\"\n\n\"Unagi,\" Saburo said.\n\nShe invited him in. He unfastened his sandals and unwrapped his legs, then followed her barefoot around down a short hall that bent to the left twice—obviously a larger structure than it had seemed—before leading into a small room where an irori burned, warming the space. Probably where she herself slept. From a nook, she retrieved a straw-mat bedroll." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in collaborative writing in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre. I'll provide a starting point, and you'll continue with 11 sentences, maintaining any established context." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo swept aside the snow, revealing icy handholds in the cliff's outcroppings where he could plant his feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to move fast now. He needed to catch the Taka warrior in a vulnerable moment—more difficult now that she was accompanied by Kiso. Saburo had just missed a clear chance when she was preoccupied in the guesthouse. He had foolishly assumed he had time for caution, avoiding even a chance of being seen by the people inside the armory. But before he could get close, she and the young lord had emerged and walked toward the bluffs, and now they were up in the crags somewhere.\n\nTo follow them, the shinobi scrambled up the rough rock face where nooks and crevasses meandered unpredictably but provided a quick way over the first rise. Let the terrain work to her disadvantage, where he would choose the moment of her death.\n\nAccumulations of snow and ice made the way treacherous, but before long he cleared the crest. There he discovered a hidden canyon just beyond. He dropped to his hands and knees and slid across the snow-covered surface toward the far edge.\n\nCautiously he peered over the side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The view, partially obscured by rising steam, revealed Yamabuki standing completely naked near a hot springs pool, her long hair tied into a coiled knot at the back of her neck. Ankle deep in the water, Minamoto faced her. The warriors below spoke, but wind gusted across the bluff, whistling in the ragged rocks, drowning out what little of the voices might have carried up this high.\n\nSaburo edged even closer, but the packed ice under his body was slick and he found himself sliding down toward the drop-off.\n\nDesperately, he reached out to grasp a rock outcropping, arresting his motion. But now he was too exposed.\n\nHowever, he now had a clear view of the young man's beautiful body—lean, muscular, with the flush of youth—possibly more attractive than any man Saburo had ever seen. Two parallel scars, long since healed, crossed his shoulder. Only a truly adept fighter could have survived wounds like that. Probably the warrior at the other end of that sword had not been so fortunate.\n\nKiso took Yamabuki's hand and led her deeper into the hot waters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water rose to his daikon. Momentarily Saburo felt his own twitch.\n\nHe cursed himself for becoming distracted and focused on Yamabuki. It was obvious she was about to give her skin. She stepped into the spring pool, and the emptiness in Saburo's heart began to fill with loathing animosity.\n\nKiso said something to her. Saburo could not make out, but they both swept their gazes around the canyon.\n\nCertainly he'd been spotted.\n\nBut no. The two below remained totally intent on each other. This was perfect. She was distracted. Guard down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Completely focused on the man." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'saburo' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their swords leaned several steps away from the pool. Finally. Time to move in for the kill.\n\nSaburo pushed away from the ledge and, crawling on hands and feet, found a route to descend the steep rock face. Saburo wrapped his finger around the tsuka of Shima's tachi.\n\nWe'll see who's holding the better tsuka at the end of this!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? Follow my lead on how characters are introduced." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki tried to turn toward the source, but Yoshinaka's arms slid up her back and pulled her close. She yielded. His chest vibrated against her. \"Some people respect the intimacy between others. Leave us be.\"\n\n\"Some warlords respect their commitment to their warriors,\" the woman's voice said with a tone of scolding familiarity. \"The general is awaiting your instructions. Get into your armor. I'll pay off your yahochi. Two coppers is the going rate, girl. No?\"\n\nYamabuki's ire erupted like lava flowing from an angry mountain. She pushed away from Yoshinaka—groaning slightly at the loss of his presence within her, the full sensation of his tsuka sliding from her saya—and stood upright to face this intruder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A woman warrior had positioned herself at the edge of the pool—and for a flash, Yamabuki was taken aback." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In full makeup, face oshiroi white, lips painted red in the fashion of a rosebud, with snowy white hair, obviously left untied for dramatic effect, draped across her shoulders and down her back, she stood as white as the vapor that filled the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If not for her crimson red yoroi and two swords hanging at her side, she might have been an illusion from the roiling steam. However, it was the color of her eyes gave her an unearthly appearance—blue as pale as the heavens. Never had Yamabuki seen this eye color in a human. Only in cats: neko. Yes, a pretentious cat, this one. Even the tachi she carried was of extra length.\n\nYamabuki felt that her own eyes turn to flame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pitched her voice in the high and haughty royal court accent that the Dowager had insisted she perfect. \"Retract your insult!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A startled expression crossed the other woman's face, which then transformed into a smirk." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'yamabuki' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She purred musically, \"Two copper's an insult?\" She looked Yamabuki up and down. It was meant to be dismissive, but there was curiosity mixed in as her eyes lingered a bit longer than was polite. \"Three then. I suppose he's obligated to pay extra for your supercilious pronunciation.\"\n\n\"At least I don't articulate like some backcountry bumpkin who's just crawled out of the Oku underbrush.\"\n\nThe pale blue eyes burned at Yamabuki. \"Aren't you a caution!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki glared back. \"Who is this shirabyōshi wearing armor and pompous makeup?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A pretender who no doubt prefers the comforts of the inner shinden chambers to life in the world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of Yoshinaka's lovers? His concubine?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please stop this war of words, Yamabuki-san,\" Yoshinaka said, wading out of the onsen, unabashedly naked.\n\nHe stands naked in front of her. So, one of his lovers after all.\n\nHe raised his palms, looking plaintively at Yamabuki. \"Gomen nasai. You have to excuse my sister.\"\n\nSister?\n\n\"Yamabuki-sama, may I present Imai Tomoe. Tomoe Shōgun, please respect our guest, Taka-gimi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Princess?\" The woman named Tomoe both scowled and smirked.\n\n\"Princess and Taka Shōgun,\" he said. \"Daughter of Taka Daimyō.\"\n\nTomoe smiled thinly, not showing her teeth. \"You certainly have caught quite the man in my brother, Taka-gimi.\"\n\n\"I don't catch men like someone who thinks she's a catcher of mice. And I'm not accustomed to being disrespected.\"\n\nTomoe flicked dismissively a hand as white as alabaster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Welcome to the big rude world.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Insults,\" Yamabuki said with restraint, \"beget steel.\"\n\n\"Yours?\" Tomoe laughed.\n\nYoshinaka shook his head. \"Be careful, Tomoe. She fought in the Heiji Ran.\"\n\n\"Not possible.\" Tomoe sniffed.\n\n\"I saw it with my own eyes,\" he said with complete earnestness.\n\nTomoe huffed. \"Now I know you are drunk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is true. Last night she fought over saké bottles and sent several sakimori flying.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoshinaka laughed, and Yamabuki recognized the homonym: Heiji Taira clan and wine bottles.\n\nTomoe did not answer.\n\nSmall rocks tumbled again from the cliff above. Tomoe looked up. \"Someone's up there,\" she whispered.\n\nYamabuki scanned the cliffs but saw nothing.\n\nYoshinaka picked up his tachi. \"Tomoe is right. Those rocks did not fall by themselves.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomoe's hand went to her sword hilt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Animal? Maybe someone wanting to watch?\"\n\nThe three listened intently in silence, but now only heard the wind whistling high above answered her ears.\n\nYamabuki retrieved Tiger Cub. Is the assassin about to kill me? Is this how I am to die? Naked in a hot springs?\n\nTomoe said, \"Kiso-sama, you must get to a safe place. If someone is up there armed with yumi and arrows, we're easy targets.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps we should take ourselves to our kimono and armor, Taka-gimi.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Frustrated and annoyed, Yamabuki met Yoshinaka's gaze and said, \"Our business here is concluded anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomoe glanced at her, pointedly taking in all of Yamabuki's nakedness, and her lips curled slightly. \"Don't worry. I'll stand guard while you get into your shitagi, Hadaka-gimi.\"\n\nNaked Princess!\n\nBefore Yamabuki could respond, Yoshinaka hissed, \"Stop it!\" and Tomoe turned away like a scolded child—a child wearing a ko-dachi and long tachi. Yoshinaka showed Tomoe a great deal of deference and nothing that smacked of indulgence. There was more to this woman than what she seemed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in collaborative writing in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre. I'll provide a starting point, and you'll continue with 11 sentences, maintaining any established context." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More dead men. Yamabuki was quite certain this had nothing to do with her. She wanted no part of it. She had enough troubles already. But Yoshinaka seemed quite concerned, so when he and Tomoe followed the boy out of the armory, Yamabuki came along—and almost immediately regretted it, for on Ledge Road, the three warriors walked into a brisk wind that blew loose snow from the trees and cut bitterly through Yamabuki's armor.\n\nThere's a snare to indulging in the comforts of onsen. She contained a smile. The fallen snow which had softened earlier now resisted their steps, giving in with a crunch. The swing of her tachi made her feel whole.\n\nNext to her, Tomoe had put on a strange wooden mask that covered her face from brow to cheeks. It was far from a mempō. Not only was it wood, but it bore no fierce visage to frighten enemies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was just plain wood with narrow slits cut into it, presumably so she could see where she was going." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was the mask to hide the blue color of her eyes?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Meanwhile, Yoshinaka questioned the boy, who chattered on, obviously excited about the spectacle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kani-kun, tell me what happened.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bandits! They killed an Ōuchi warrior and monks yesterday.\"\n\n\"We already know this,\" Yoshinaka said, impatient.\n\n\"Someone killed the bandits. The sakimori are bringing the bodies into town.\"\n\n\"How many dead? Did you see?\" Yoshinaka asked.\n\nThe boy touched his fingers, counting. \"Six.\"\n\n\"All dead.\" It wasn't a question.\n\nKani said, barely ahead of his breath, \"The bandits were killed in the woods, but a beast dragged one of the bodies to the road, and the guards saw it and found the others.\"\n\nTomoe said, \"The guards are angry over dead bandits?\"\n\n\"One of them says the Ōuchi did it. Revenge for killing their warrior.\"\n\nThis made sense to Yamabuki. Back home, the Ōuchi were known for revenge killings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Tomoe muttered, \"Ōuchi? Is that even possible?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yoshinaka said, \"Not likely.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again, Yamabuki sensed she was missing something important." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Down in front of Saké House, on either side of the door stood two Ōe guards with spears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What were they doing there? Was a dignitary inside? The guards watched the three approaching warriors for a moment, but then turned their attention the opposite direction down Ledge Road.\n\nWhen the intersection at North Road came into view, Yamabuki, Yoshinaka, and Tomoe stopped as one.\n\nDown at North Road, a large group of Ōe warriors dragged boards bearing dead men—from their appearance, warrior-monks. Yamabuki recognized Sadamasa among the sakimori.\n\nThe procession stopped. Sadamasa shouted a command, and the guards unceremoniously let go of the planks. The monks fell to the muddy snowpacked road, their bodies sprawled in undignified death. Blood soaked their sōhei robes. Wild hair and thick beards covered the heads of all—except for one dead man whose head was missing. These were no warrior-monks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki looked for clues as to their true identities, but she saw no weapons or banners. Either confiscated or already looted by others.\n\nThe Ōe guards spread out, glaring at the curious townspeople who had gathered to gawk.\n\n\"Who knows these men!\" Sadamasa bellowed. Who recognizes any of them! Someone must!\"\n\nNo one spoke up.\n\nTomoe and Yoshinaka shot long glances at each other.\n\n\"Kani-kun,\" Yoshinaka said. \"Tell me if you learn anything else. You know where to find me.\" He held out a hand and the boy retrieved something from it. A coin?\n\n\"Hai!\" the boy said, still pumped full of excitement, and ran back down the road.\n\nTomoe glanced at Yamabuki and said in dismissal, \"Kiso and I have matters we must attend to. Leave us, Hadaka-gimi.\"\n\nAnger flared in Yamabuki." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on the story, maintaining character relationships, in the Japan, historical fiction, samurai genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blood-spattered snow of the street gave way to the welcome warmth and dryness of the cave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In single file, Yamabuki and Tomoe followed the small girl through a quiet, narrow, airless tunnel. The underground passage was lined improbably with braziers and torches. Sounds echoed musically, reverberating in harmony—a chorus endlessly repeating every footfall, utterance, and rasp.\n\nEven after a hundred steps, the passage remained constricted with a low ceiling, though not so low that Yamabuki could not stand to full height. Still, the narrowness prevented her from seeing very far ahead. Within the confinement, conversations proved difficult, but she could see Kouma straight ahead. And Tomoe right behind. As far as she could tell, theirs were the only reflected sounds." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: You think anyone's followed us?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think anyone's followed us?\"\n\nTomoe looked back over her shoulder. \"The torches have gone out.\"\n\nKouma giggled gleefully. \"No one's behind us. I closed it. The bad man is lost. He doesn't know the way, but I do.\"\n\n\"The bad man?\" Yamabuki asked.\n\n\"The strange-eyed one who followed you across the water.\"\n\nYamabuki turned to Tomoe. \"Can you keep watch if anyone's behind us. I don't want to have to fight in these confines. Even our short swords would be unwieldy. I'll have to fight with a tantō if it comes to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You? If it comes to it?\" Tomoe hissed as they turned sideways to move forward, squeezing by the encroaching walls. \"There's no switching positions in here. If it comes to it, Denka, I'll be the one doing the fighting. Take down two or three, and the corpses will stop a brigade.\"\n\n\"Don't call me 'Denka.' \"\n\n\"Don't look back. Bad luck,\" Kouma commanded. \"Keep looking ahead.\"\n\nThey came to a series of chiseled rock steps that led steeply upward.\n\n\"Where does this lead?\" Yamabuki asked.\n\n\"To your horses. You have to get away from the fox snows. They'll linger here just as long as you do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kouma climbed quickly with a spring in her short stride.\n\n\"We may get out of here,\" Yamabuki said, \"but it's far from over.\"\n\nTomoe grunted in affirmation. \"Blood has been spilled. Lots of it. Once we get to the stables, we have to be ready to ride hard.\"\n\nEvery once in a while the corridor split and another set of steps led off in some other direction, sometimes glowing with warm light, sometimes fading into blackness. Yamabuki gazed into these other passages more out of curiosity than anything, but Kouma would always caution, \"No. Not that way. That is not a good way. This way.\" She pointed to tunnels she favored.\n\nTomoe asked, \"All of your spearmen? Kills?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki muttered, \"All dead.\"\n\n\"No witnesses.\" She chuckled. \"Maybe I should call you Shōgun.\"\n\nYamabuki shook her head. \"The Ōe will question everyone.\"\n\n\"No.\" Tomoe laughed darkly. \"They'll be riding full gallop after General Aoi, who, if I don't miss my guess, will outrun them. Head to Aki Prefecture where the Ōe won't be welcome. Neither you nor I can stay here. Not now. It's the East-West Highway for both of us. Soon as we get our horses, we head west. Let them chase Aoi-sama east. Draw them away.\"\n\nYamabuki breathed hard. This was not to her liking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shhh,\" Kouma whispered. \"This way.\" And the three disappeared into the shadows.\n\nSaburo had followed right behind Yamabuki and the others into the cave—or so he thought—but total darkness greeted him.\n\nHe quickly lost his bearings. He stretched his hands out, seeking anything solid—rock, dirt, roots—but his fingertips encountered only emptiness. No matter where he reached, there was only wide-open, unseen vastness.\n\nHe bent, down feeling for the floor. Bits of broken rock and tiny boulders—all warm to the touch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dry and dusty. Was he possibly teetering at a drop-off?\n\nHe stood back up and with one foot pushed some stones. They gave way. The sound of rock against rock, stones sliding downward, clunking one against the other echoed up and all around him. He sensed that he stood within an enormous chamber atop a massive mound of rubble that sloped away in every direction.\n\nHow did I get up here? How far to the bottom?\n\nMurmuring voices drifted behind him, far away. He looked over his shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More darkness. He stayed perfectly still. Listening. The murmuring died.\n\nTiny slivers of light bobbed up and down high above. Torchlight? It waned. Follow it. Or he might lose his way entirely. In fact, already he was lost. He vowed he would not let fear into his heart.\n\nHis eyes adjusted. Shapes ahead, dark within dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could just make out the ceiling of a cavern vault. More sounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dripping water. Murmuring voices. Torchlight above him—high and far up. Was that them?\n\nHe slid his foot forward so as not to stumble. Each step had to be planned. He moved within blackness over more rubble. Blinded by the darkness, his only recourse was to follow the sounds. They intensified, growing distinct. Wailing. Almost human." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screeching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bats?\n\nMore torchlight. He glimpsed Yamabuki and the yojimbō walking upside down on the cavern roof. Was he looking up at them on the ceiling, or was he upside down while they walked below along the rock floor? All at once their torches went dark. How did Yamabuki move with such ease?\n\nHe tried to reconstruct his route. Again he put out his hands—and his palms came to rest against cool, solid rock walls. Solid rock where only moments before he encountered vast openness." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'lights' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Impossible. He needed lights. Follow the lights and intercept them. His only recourse. He had to find the lights.\n\nHe felt around some more. All he felt were walls. At last he encountered a passage. He could touch both sides by stretching out his arms wide. He could even reach the ceiling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He used his fingertips to follow the tunnel further and his foot as a feeler to confirm solid ground ahead.\n\nHe sensed he traveled downward.\n\nThe cries of children came out of the darkness. Children? Inside this cave? Screaming. Crying. The sounds of rocks being piled.\n\nSteadily the cave grew brighter as if some sort of underground dawn had started to break. The light came from waters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strangely colored ponds. He made his way toward the source—a chamber with hot yellowish-red boiling pools that smelled of brimstone. Too hot to stay, he retreated deeper inside the cavern, glad that he now could make out the features of his surroundings.\n\nHe entered another cave, one with obsidian walls and ceiling. Tiny fragments of feldspar glittered, embedded in black lava rock that almost looked like a night sky.\n\nVoices echoed again. Loud voices. Not the children? Was it the two women warriors?\n\nNo.\n\nMen, gruff and angry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Ōe guards followed him in?\n\nSteps carved in rock led up a hillside. He neared a rim of boulders tall as a man—and a familiar torii gate.\n\nSoft Breeze Shrine? Impossible. Not inside this cave. And yet as he looked around he found himself outside.\n\nWhen did I leave?\n\nIt was a night sky, not a lava ceiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moon shone full." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked back down the steps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was the mouth of the cave below? No. For a moment he thought he saw Shima holding the bridles of Raiden and Gaki, but then the image blew away like smoke—or more like whirling snow.\n\nSaburo's heart sank as he heard voices he had never forgotten. The eleven Zodiac. He came upon the door to the shrine, which greeted him with granite guardian dogs and a chōzubachi to rinse his mouth. The basin was filled with sand. He was certain this was the Soft Breeze Shrine, and this night absolutely identical to the night ten years before. The raucous laughter. The bawdy singing. Was all this just a dream?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More nightmare than anything.\n\nSomething inexplicable drew him to the door. And as on that fateful night, he clapped his hands to announce his arrival, but the door remained closed. Saburo clapped again, hard enough that his palms hurt and for an accomplished swordsman, that meant exceedingly hard. The raucous voices and bawdy songs continued. Saburo grew annoyed. He shoved the door open.\n\nEverything fell silent, even the cicadas.\n\nInside, the bodies of eleven naked men lay slain, exactly as on the fifth night of Shūbun, just as he remembered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aka-rui's sword, which he had taken to kill the Zodiac, stood buried in Dragon's chest.\n\nSaburo found himself strangely comforted at coming upon the scene, perhaps because it was his work. In fact over the years he had allowed himself to think about this scene, and it never caused him even the slightest moment of dread. If anything it gave him dark satisfaction.\n\nBut then Saburo gasped. Though the bodies lay perfectly still, the irezumi body art crawled along underneath the dead men's skin. Saburo looked down at Viper who lay splayed open. Though Viper's eyes stared emptily into space, the snake's glazed eyes darting with reptilian menace, its tongue flickering. It hissed, \"Sssssshinobi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wolf's irezumi bared his canines. The dead man's chinko began to twitch. It pointed accusingly at Saburo. \"Coward,\" growled Wolf's irezumi as it crouched to leap from the body at Saburo. But it could not free itself and merely writhed beneath the skin.\n\nWith increasing vitriol, one by one, the irezumi of each dead man denounced Saburo. Killer. Fraud. Fallen priest. Murderer of infants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liar. Baka mono. Impostor. Sham. Oni. One of the irezumi would hurl a slur and the other ones would growl in echo. Louder and louder—it was growing hard for Saburo to think amid the din.\n\n\"Silence!\" Saburo shouted, and all the angry words ceased." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blade still deep in Dragon's chest, Aka-rui's sword started to move without moving. A shape crawled within the steel, just like the irezumi under the dead men's skins.\n\nA boy's voice arose from nowhere. \"You betrayed me, Dankotaru.\"\n\n\"Aka-rui?\" Saburo would know that voice anywhere. \"Where are you?\"\n\nThe blade floated a vaporous, undulating figure. Aka-rui. He seemed to struggle to pull away, but could not succeed. \"I am here,\" the figure said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Imprisoned in this blade.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Imprisoned?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo stepped closer, and it was true. Aka-rui's image writhed like flame emanating from the ko-dachi. He appeared as he did in life, in pristine snow-white priest's garb, except for the slice across his chest where Dragon's naginata had split the young man open. The wound did not bleed, though it was heavily caked in Aka-rui's own blood.\n\n\"Why?\n\n\"Because of your arrogance.\"\n\n\"Arrogance? I avenged you!\" Saburo cried, shocked at seeing Aka-rui in this amorphous form, shocked that Aka-rui's body still showed the wounds, but mostly shocked at Aka-rui's accusation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you, now?\" Aka-rui's eyes were no longer the ones Saburo remembered—the flashing eyes of mirthful youth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their fire had gone out, replaced by pain and dullness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His image moved closer and further from the blade's edge.\n\nSaburo said, \"I did not betray you. I came back. I killed them.\"\n\n\"Did I ask you to?\"\n\n\"There was no need to ask. It was my duty.\"\n\n\"Your duty?\" Aka-rui almost sneered. \"Your duty as what? As a syncretic priest? When had either of us ever taken such vows? When were we ever even asked to consider such a thing? Look where I must live now.\"\n\n\"In this shrine?\"\n\n\"Shrine? This shrine does not stand. It exists only because of your memories of it. You see merely puppets—a bunraku. You're spared the true shape of the Ne-no-Kuni.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Hollow Land?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<EMBED THIS>>: \"A soul can't be stolen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If your eyes saw the Land of Roots for what it is, you'd go blind at the very horror of it. If your mind experienced this place as it truly is, you would descend into complete insanity.\" Aka-rui pulled away from the steel, grimacing. \"Yet it is in this place that I must remain until the Hour of the Ox, only to be called back when that short hour ends.\"\n\n\"Why are you here? You did nothing wrong. You are the one who was harmed.\"\n\n\"That may be. But then you stole my soul and left it with the men you killed.\"\n\n\"A soul can't be stolen.\"\n\n\"It can. And you did. A samurai's soul resides in his sword. I knew that since I was a boy. I cleansed my father's spirit from the sword I took. I know Shima told you the sword owner's soul rests within the blade.\"\n\n\"Shima? How do you know of him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was there. I witnessed the night you showed him my sword. I watched you from the steel. I watched as you honed your skills and sought your vengeance and then left my sword—my soul—buried in Dragon's chest. You have trapped me here with them. To be killed at Iwakawa-jiin was horrifying, but it ended quickly. But to be imprisoned with these beasts for an interminable term!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a moment, Aka-rui struggled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His image grew almost entirely clear, until finally he relented and was drawn back down to the sword. Small. Dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you wanted my sword so much, very well. You should simply have stolen it—but then it would have offended your arrogant priestly vows. You told yourself theft was base, but you should have faced it instead of turning your emptiness into some holy quest. Then I would not be trapped. You never made the weapon yours. You revered it, reveled in it, yes, but you never cleansed my spirit from the steel to free me. Until the night you attacked the Zodiac, you carried the blade like a religious relic, some love object of a moonstruck groom, though you never actually loved me—not the way I loved you—and thus this steel has doomed me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I only sought to honor you.\"\n\n\"Honor me! Like the one hundred sixty-seven memorial tablets in your self-styled temple at the headwaters of the River of Forty Thousand Sands? Where in your vanity you try to replicate Iwakawa-jiin? Where you think your killing can be atoned for by mumbling to pieces of wood?\"\n\nSaburo wanted to protest, but no words came.\n\nAka-rui said, \"You told Shima you felt my grave marker was but empty stone. And now look at me.\" Aka-rui inserted his fingers into the gash in his chest. \"My heart is rent.\"\n\n\"Done by Dragon,\" Saburo insisted.\n\n\"No. Done by you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My doing?\" Saburo snarled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That you protest so much is proof your heart is empty, though it goes on beating. Somewhere your heart became empty, or maybe it was never full in the first place.\"\n\nSaburo gritted his teeth and hissed. \"You—I should—\"\n\n\"What? What do you plan to do, Dankotaru? Kill me?\" Aka-rui laughed manically. \"If only you would!\"\n\n\"I did it for Nin-tai!\" Saburo's eyes flashed. \"I always loved him. More than I ever loved you or anyone else!\"\n\n\"Good that you speak the truth, for Nin-tai would be anguished if he saw what you had become.\"\n\n\"What do you expect of me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo cried. \"I have done everything demanded of me by a warrior's obligation.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'leave' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Obligation? You have done what suited you.\"\n\n\"Well, it suits me to leave.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Aka-rui laughed and said through laughter. \"You couldn't stay even if you wanted to. Your time here will soon be up. You will leave the stage of this puppet show and return to the Veil of Tears, where other dark masters who hide behind black hoods will manipulate you. Fortunately for you, you will remember little of this place.\" And then his laughing stopped, followed by convulsive sobs. \"If you ever loved me. If you every really loved me, you will take this accursed sword with you. Take it to Iwakawa-jiin.\"\n\n\"The monastery.\"\n\n\"Take the sword to where my body rests. There is a new abbot. He will expect you. Go to my grave. He will be there. Speak with him. Deliver this blade and set me to rest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo put his palms over his ears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could not bear to hear Aka-rui's sobs, but the sobbing was not outside. It was inside. It was Saburo who sobbed. \"I will take the sword! I will deliver it to the new abbot at Iwakawa-jiin.\"\n\n\"Arigatō gosaimas!\" Aka-rui's voice boomed in relief, filling the cavern.\n\nSaburo reached for the hilt, but the moment he touched it, a flash of blackness, if such a thing were possible, swept over the scene and everything—temple, bodies, sword—disappeared.\n\nSaburo found himself standing totally alone in the dimness once again. Only the feldspar twinkled in the obsidian ceiling. Yet he held Aka-rui's sword in his grip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slipped the blade into his sash.\n\nA young girl's voice pierced the silence. \"You are a bad priest.\"\n\n\"What!\"\n\n\"A bad priest.\" A girl stood further up the passage—the same girl who had led Yamabuki into the caves.\n\nThere was no time to argue with foolish children about priestliness. \"You know where the two women warriors went?\"\n\n\"Hai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where are they?\"\n\n\"I showed them the way out.\"\n\n\"Show me the way out.\"\n\n\"Īe.\" She shook her head. \"Stay away from her!\"\n\n\"You will show me the way out.\" He tapped the sheathed sword's hilt. The child shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Obstinate, are you?\" He stepped toward her, ready to twist her wrist to force her into obedience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But drawing closer, he saw her more clearly.\n\n\"Tōsō!\" he gasped.\n\nThe pox—same as his mother. But this was much worse. Many times worse. The girl's face showed signs of advanced rot.\n\nCorpse-like. Corruption.\n\nWhen she smiled gently, it only made it look worse. \"Come. Take my hand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stretched out a skeletal appendage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me lead you to where I dwell when it's daylight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo moaned with revulsion mixed with fear.\n\n\"I'll show you things you could never imagine.\" When she broke into a small smile, he could see through the sides of her cheeks where the flesh had fallen away.\n\nShe moved toward him. He stepped back.\n\n\"And those markers you burn incense for and pray over in your household temple? All those souls? Why look at pieces of wood when you can meet them as they are now? You can reacquaint yourself with them. Many are here—waiting for you!\"\n\nShe pointed into the tunnel behind her.\n\n\"The tears of joy they will have at having you close to them again!\" Without dropping her gaze, she stepped back into the shadows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come,\" she called from the darkness. \"Come. Follow me\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saburo turned, almost at a run, heading into the opposite passage.\n\nWho is that ahead?\n\nA shadowy figure beckoned Saburo to follow. Would it attack? No. It moved away from him as if it were afraid he would catch up, and this called on something within him that compelled him to follow.\n\nThe shadow was always just at the edge of his sight. Aka-rui? It beckoned again and vanished.\n\nAlone, he plunged further into the corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least he was not standing in total darkness on top of a pile of scree.\n\nSaburo started to run. \"Aka-rui!\" he shouted. \"Aka-rui.\" But the figure did not stop. It kept moving. Moments later he saw. Not Aka-rui, but Nin-tai!\n\nSaburo called, but the figure kept moving, though he noticed they traveled steadily upward. Saburo's breathing grew labored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought to turn around and look back down from where he came, but he heard Nin-tai's voice whisper, his words perfectly clear, \"Don't!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sensed Nin-tai next to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bettō's voice entered Saburo's mind as if it were his own thoughts: \"Seek out the mountain goat. Otherwise you risk taking his place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once again, Nin-tai stood further down the tunnel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo dashed after him over the rough and rocky floor, but Nin-tai kept moving away until finally... daylight!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Despite what he had been told, Saburo started to turn to take a last look at where he had been—when a mighty shove hurled him out the passageway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stumbled and fell." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next thing he sensed was cold. He lay in a snow drift. Merciful daylight, though heavily gray with overcast, but daylight! He was in Minezaki. He looked for the passageway from which he came. There was none. He found himself at the waterfall, which had largely frozen. Judging by the snow accumulation, the road had not been traveled in some time.\n\n\"It was all a dream,\" he told himself. And then he gazed at Aka-rui's sword clutched in his hand." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a sound sleep, the events of the night before were all but forgotten. For these two, only today and tomorrow existed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō ran out behind the house and stripped to the waist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Crouching down beside the clean, cool mountain stream, he splashed water on his face, doused his hair and washed his chest and back. Looking up, he inhaled deeply several times, as though trying to drink in the sunlight and all the air in the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi went sleepily into the hearth room, where he bid a cheery good morning to Okō and Akemi.\n\n\"Why, what are you two charming ladies wearing sour pusses for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are we?\"\n\n\"Yes, most definitely. You look like you're both in mourning. What's there to be gloomy about? We killed your husband's murderer and gave his henchmen a beating they won't soon forget.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi's dismay was not hard to fathom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought the widow and her daughter would be overjoyed at news of Temma's death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Indeed, the night before, Akemi had clapped her hands with glee when she first heard about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Okō had looked uneasy from the first, and today, slouching dejectedly by the fire, she looked even worse.\n\n\"What's the matter with you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked, thinking she was the most difficult woman in the world to please. \"What gratitude!\" he said to himself, taking the bitter tea that Akemi had poured for him and squatting down on his haunches." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Okō smiled wanly, envying the young, who know not the ways of the world. \"Matahachi,\" she said wearily, \"you don't seem to understand. Temma had hundreds of followers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course he did. Crooks like him always do. We're not afraid of the kind of people who follow the likes of him. If we could kill him, why should we be afraid of his underlings? If they try to get at us, Takezō and I will just—\"\n\n\"—will just do nothing!\" interrupted Okō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi pulled back his shoulders and said, \"Who says so? Bring on as many of them as you like! They're nothing but a bunch of worms. Or do you think Takezō and I are cowards, that we're just going to slither away on our bellies in retreat? What do you take us for?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not cowards, but you are childish! Even to me. Temma has a younger brother named Tsujikaze Kōhei, and if he comes after you, the two of you rolled into one wouldn't have a chance!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was not the kind of talk Matahachi especially liked to hear, but as she went on, he started thinking that maybe she had a point." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tsujikaze Kōhei apparently had a large band of followers around Yasugawa in Kiso, and not only that: he was expert in the martial arts and unusually adept at catching people off their guard. So far, no one Kōhei had publicly announced he would kill had lived out his normal life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To Matahachi's way of thinking, it was one thing if a person attacked you in the open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was quite another thing if he snuck up on you when you were fast asleep.\n\n\"That's a weak point with me,\" he admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I sleep like a log.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he sat holding his jaw and thinking, Okō came to the conclusion that there was nothing to do but abandon the house and their present way of life and go somewhere far away. She asked Matahachi what he and Takezō would do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll talk it over with him,\" replied Matahachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wonder where he's gone off to?\"\n\nHe walked outside and looked around, but Takezō was nowhere in sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a time he shaded his eyes, looked off into the distance and spotted Takezō riding around in the foothills, bareback on the stray horse that had woken them with his neighing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He doesn't have a care in the world,\" Matahachi said to himself, gruffly envious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted, \"Hey, you! Come home! We've got to talk!\"\n\nA little while later they lay in the grass together, chewing on stalks of grass, discussing what they should do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi said, \"Then you think we should head home?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, I do. We can't stay with these two women forever.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I guess not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like women.\" Takezō was sure of that at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right. Let's go, then.\"\n\nMatahachi rolled over and looked up at the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now that we've made up our minds, I want to get moving. I suddenly realized how much I miss Otsū, how much I want to see her. Look up there! There's a cloud that looks just like her profile. See! That part's just like her hair after she's washed it.\" Matahachi was kicking his heels into the ground and pointing to the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takezō's eyes followed the retreating form of the horse he had just set free. Like many of the vagabonds who live in the fields, stray horses seemed to him to be good-natured things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When you're through with them, they ask for nothing; they just go off quietly somewhere by themselves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the house Akemi summoned them to dinner. They stood up.\n\n\"Race you!\" cried Takezō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're on!\" countered Matahachi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Akemi clapped her hands with delight as the two of them sped neck and neck through the tall grass, leaving a thick trail of dust in their wake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After dinner, Akemi grew pensive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had just learned that the two men had decided to go back to their homes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been fun having them in the house, and she wanted it to go on forever.\n\n\"You silly thing!\" chided her mother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why are you moping so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Okō was applying her makeup, as meticulously as ever, and as she scolded the girl, she stared into her mirror at Takezō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He caught her gaze and suddenly recalled the pungent fragrance of her hair the night she invaded his room.\n\nMatahachi, who had taken the big sake jar down from a shelf, plopped down next to Takezō and began filling a small warming bottle, just as though he were master of the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since this was to be their last night all together, they planned to drink their fill. Okō seemed to be taking special care with her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's not leave a drop undrunk!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she said. \"There's no point in leaving it here for the rats.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or the worms!\" Matahachi chimed in.\n\nThey emptied three large jars in no time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Okō leaned against Matahachi and started fondling him in a way that made Takezō turn his head in embarrassment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I... I... can't walk,\" mumbled Okō drunkenly.\n\nMatahachi escorted her to her pallet, her head leaning heavily on his shoulder." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'takezō' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once there, she turned to Takezō and said spitefully, \"You, Takezō, you sleep over there, by yourself. You like sleeping by yourself. Isn't that right?\"\n\nWithout a murmur, he lay down where he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was very drunk and it was very late.\n\nBy the time he woke up, it was broad daylight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment he opened his eyes, he sensed it. Something told him the house was empty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The things Okō and Akemi had piled together the day before for the trip were gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were no clothes, no sandals—and no Matahachi.\n\nHe called out, but there was no reply, nor did he expect one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A vacant house has an aura all its own. There was no one in the yard, no one behind the house, no one in the woodshed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only trace of his companions was a bright red comb lying beside the open mouth of the water pipe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Matahachi's a pig!\" he said to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sniffing the comb, he again recalled how Okō had tried to seduce him that evening not long ago. \"This,\" he thought, \"is what defeated Matahachi.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The very idea made him boil with anger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fool!\" he cried out loud." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'about' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about Otsū? What do you plan to do about her? Hasn't she been deserted too many times already, you pig?\"\n\nHe stamped the cheap comb under his foot." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wanted to cry in rage, not for himself, but out of pity for Otsū, whom he could picture so clearly waiting back in the village.\n\nAs he sat disconsolately in the kitchen, the stray horse looked in the doorway impassively. Finding that Takezō would not pat his nose, he wandered over to the sink and began lazily to lick some grains of rice that had stuck there." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi's family, the Hon'iden, were the proud members of a group of rural gentry who belonged to the samurai class but who also worked the land. The real head of the family was his mother, an incorrigibly stubborn woman named Osugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though nearly sixty, she led her family and tenants out to the fields daily and worked as hard as any of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At planting time she hoed the fields and after the harvest threshed the barley by trampling it. When dusk forced her to stop working, she always found something to sling on her bent back and haul back to the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Often it was a load of mulberry leaves so big that her body, almost doubled over, was barely visible beneath it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the evening, she could usually be found tending her silkworms.\n\nOn the afternoon of the flower festival, Osugi looked up from her work in the mulberry patch to see her runny-nosed grandson racing barefoot across the field." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where've you been, Heita?\" she asked sharply. \"At the temple?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh-huh.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was Otsū there?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he answered excitedly, still out of breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And she had on a very pretty obi. She was helping with the festival.\"\n\n\"Did you bring back some sweet tea and a spell to keep the bugs away?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Unh-unh.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old woman's eyes, usually hidden amid folds and wrinkles, opened wide in irritation. \"And why not?\"\n\n\"Otsū told me not to worry about them. She said I should run right home and tell you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me what?\"\n\n\"Takezō, from across the river. She said she saw him. At the festival.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Osugi's voice dropped an octave." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'really' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really? Did she really say that, Heita?\"\n\n\"Yes, Granny.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her strong body seemed to go limp all at once, and her eyes blurred with tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly she turned, as though expecting to see her son standing behind her.\n\nSeeing no one, she spun back around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Heita,\" she said abruptly, \"you take over and pick these mulberry leaves.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where're you going?\"\n\n\"Home. If Takezō's back, Matahachi must be too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll come too.\"\n\n\"No you won't. Don't be a nuisance, Heita.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old woman stalked off, leaving the little boy as forlorn as an orphan. The farmhouse, surrounded by old, gnarled oaks, was a large one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi ran past it, heading straight for the barn, where her daughter and some tenant farmers were working. While still a fair distance away, she began calling to them somewhat hysterically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has Matahachi come home? Is he here yet?\"\n\nStartled, they stared at her as though she'd lost her wits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finally one of the men said \"no,\" but the old woman seemed not to hear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was as though in her overwrought state she refused to take no for an answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they continued their noncommittal gaze, she began calling them all dunces and explaining what she'd heard from Heita, how if Takezō was back, then Matahachi must be too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, reassuming her role as commander in chief, she sent them off in all directions to find him. She herself stayed behind in the house, and every time she sensed someone approaching, ran out to ask if they had found her son yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At sunset, still undaunted, she placed a candle before the memorial tablets of her husband's ancestors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sat down, seemingly lost in prayer, as immobile as a statue." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'there' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since everyone was still out searching, there was no evening meal at the house, and when night fell and there was still no news, Osugi finally moved. As if in a trance, she walked slowly out of the house to the front gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There she stood and waited, hidden in the darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A watery moon shone through the oak tree branches, and the mountains looming before and behind the house were veiled in a white mist. The sweetish scent of pear blossoms floated in the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Time, too, floated by unnoticed. Then a figure could be discerned approaching, making its way along the outer edge of the pear orchard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Recognizing the silhouette as Otsū's, Osugi called out and the girl ran forward, her wet sandals clomping heavily on the earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Otsū! They told me you saw Takezō. Is that true?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, I'm sure it was him. I spotted him in the crowd outside the temple.\"\n\n\"You didn't see Matahachi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I rushed out to ask Takezō about him, but when I called out, Takezō jumped like a scared rabbit. I caught his eye for a second and then he was gone. He's always been strange, but I can't imagine why he ran away like that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ran away?\" asked Osugi with a puzzled air. She began to muse, and the longer she did so, the more a terrible suspicion took shape in her mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was becoming clear to her that the Shimmen boy, that ruffian Takezō she so hated for luring her precious Matahachi off to war, was once more up to no good." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At length she said ominously, \"That wretch! He's probably left poor Matahachi to die somewhere, then sneaked back home safe and sound. Coward, that's what he is!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi began to shake in fury and her voice rose to a shriek. \"He can't hide from me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū remained composed. \"Oh, I don't think he'd do anything like that. Even if he did have to leave Matahachi behind, surely he'd bring us word or at least some keepsake from him.\" Otsū sounded shocked by the old woman's hasty accusation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi, however, was by now convinced of Takezō's perfidy. She shook her head decisively and went on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, no he wouldn't! Not that young demon! He hasn't got that much heart. Matahachi should never have taken up with him.\"\n\n\"Granny... \" Otsū said soothingly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" snapped Osugi, not soothed in the least.\n\n\"I think that if we go over to Ogin's house, we just might find Takezō there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old woman relaxed a bit. \"You might be right. She is his sister, and there really isn't anyone else in this village who'd take him in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then let's go and see, just the two of us.\"\n\nOsugi balked. \"I don't see why I should do that. She knew her brother had dragged my son off to war, but she never once came to apologize or to pay her respects. And now that he's back, she hasn't even come to tell me. I don't see why I should go to her. It's demeaning. I'll wait here for her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But this isn't an ordinary situation,\" replied Otsū. \"Besides, the main thing at this point is to see Takezō as soon as we can. We've got to find out what happened. Oh, please, Granny, come. You won't have to do anything. I'll take care of all the formalities if you like.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grudgingly, Osugi allowed herself to be persuaded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was, of course, as eager as Otsū to find out what was going on, but she'd die before begging for anything from a Shimmen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The house was about a mile away. Like the Hon'iden family, the Shimmen were country gentry, and both houses were descended from the Akamatsu clan many generations back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Situated across the river from one another, they had always tacitly recognized each other's right to exist, but that was the extent of their intimacy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they arrived at the front gate, they found it shut, and the trees were so thick that no light could be seen from the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū started to walk around to the back entrance, but Osugi stopped mulishly in her tracks.\n\n\"I don't think it's right for the head of the Hon'iden family to enter the Shimmen residence by the back door. It's degrading.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing she wasn't going to budge, Otsū proceeded to the rear entrance alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presently a light appeared just inside the gate. Ogin herself had come out to greet the older woman, who, suddenly transformed from a crone plowing the fields into a great lady, addressed her hostess in lofty tones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive me for disturbing you at this late hour, but my business simply could not wait. How good of you to come and let me in!\" Sweeping past Ogin and on into the house, she went immediately, as though she were an envoy from the gods, to the most honored spot in the room, in front of the alcove." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sitting proudly, her figure framed by both a hanging scroll and a flower arrangement, she deigned to accept Ogin's sincerest words of welcome." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The amenities concluded, Osugi went straight to the point." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her false smile disappeared as she glared at the young woman before her. \"I have been told that young demon of this house has crawled back home. Please fetch him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although Osugi's tongue was notorious for its sharpness, this undisguised maliciousness came as something of a shock to the gentle Ogin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whom do you mean by 'that young demon'?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "asked Ogin, with palpable restraint.\n\nChameleon-like, Osugi changed her tactics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A slip of the tongue, I assure you,\" she said with a laugh. \"That's what the people in the village call him; I suppose I picked it up from them. The 'young demon' is Takezō. He is hiding here, isn't he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, no,\" replied Ogin with genuine astonishment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Embarrassed to hear her brother referred to in this way, she bit her lip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū, taking pity on her, explained that she had spotted Takezō at the festival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, in an attempt to smooth over ruffled feelings, she added, \"Strange, isn't it, that he didn't come straight here?\"\n\n\"Well, he didn't,\" said Ogin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is the first I've heard anything about it. But if he is back, as you say, I'm sure he'll be knocking at the door any minute.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Osugi, sitting formally on the floor cushion, legs tucked neatly beneath her, folded her hands in her lap and with the expression of an outraged mother-in-law, launched into a tirade." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'killed' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is all this? Do you expect me to believe you haven't heard from him yet? Don't you understand that I'm the mother whose son your young ne'er-do-well dragged off to war? Don't you know that Matahachi is the heir and the most important member of the Hon'iden family? It was your brother who talked my boy into going off to get himself killed. If my son is dead, it's your brother who killed him, and if he thinks he can just sneak back alone and get away with it... \"\n\nThe old woman stopped just long enough to catch her breath, then her eyes glared in fury once more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what about you? Since he's obviously had the indecency to sneak back by himself, why haven't you, his older sister, sent him immediately to me? I'm disgusted with both of you, treating an old woman with such disrespect. Who do you think I am?\"\n\nGulping down another breath, she ranted on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If your Takezō is back, then bring my Matahachi back to me. If you can't do that, the least you can do is set that young demon down right here and make him explain to my satisfaction what happened to my precious boy and where he is—right now!\"\n\n\"How can I do that? He isn't here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a black lie!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she shrieked. \"You must know where he is!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I tell you I don't!\" Ogin protested. Her voice quivered and her eyes filled with tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She bent over, wishing with all her might her father were still alive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, from the door opening onto the veranda, came a cracking noise, followed by the sound of running feet.\n\nOsugi's eyes flashed, and Otsū started to stand up, but the next sound was a hair-raising scream—as close to an animal's howl as the human voice is capable of producing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A man shouted, \"Catch him!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then came the sound of more feet, several more, running around the house, accompanied by the snapping of twigs and the rustling of bamboo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Takezō!\" cried Osugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jumping to her feet, she glared at the kneeling Ogin and spat out her words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I knew he was here,\" she said ferociously. \"It was as clear to me as the nose on your face. I don't know why you've tried to hide him from me, but bear in mind, I'll never forget this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rushed to the door and slid it open with a bang. What she saw outside turned her already pale face even whiter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A young man wearing shin plates was lying face up on the ground, obviously dead but with fresh blood still streaming from his eyes and nose. Judging from the appearance of his shattered skull, someone had killed him with a single blow of a wooden sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's... there's a dead... a dead man out there!\" she stammered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū brought the light to the veranda and stood beside Osugi, who was staring terror-stricken at the corpse. It was neither Takezō's nor Matahachi's, but that of a samurai neither of them recognized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi murmured, \"Who could've done this?\" Turning swiftly to Otsū, she said, \"Let's go home before we get mixed up in something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū couldn't bring herself to leave. The old woman had said a lot of vicious things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be unfair to Ogin to leave before putting salve on the wounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Ogin had been lying, Otsū felt she must doubtless have had good reason. Feeling she should stay behind to comfort Ogin, she told Osugi she would be along later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do as you please,\" snapped Osugi, as she made her departure.\n\nOgin graciously offered her a lantern, but Osugi was proudly defiant in her refusal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll have you know that the head of the Hon'iden family is not so senile that she needs a light to walk by.\" She tucked up her kimono hems, left the house and walked resolutely into the thickening mist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not far from the house, a man called her to a halt. He had his sword drawn, and his arms and legs were protected by armor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was obviously a professional samurai of a type not ordinarily encountered in the village." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Didn't you just come from the Shimmen house?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, but—\"\n\n\"Are you a member of the Shimmen household?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Certainly not!\" Osugi snapped, waving her hand in protest. \"I am the head of the samurai house across the river.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does that mean you are the mother of Hon'iden Matahachi, who went with Shimmen Takezō to the Battle of Sekigahara?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, yes, but my son didn't go because he wanted to. He was tricked into going by that young demon.\"\n\n\"Demon?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That... Takezō!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I gather this Takezō is not too well thought of in the village.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well thought of? That's a laugh. You never saw such a hoodlum! You can't imagine the trouble we've had at my house since my son took up with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your son seems to have died at Sekigahara. I'm—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Matahachi! Dead?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, actually, I'm not sure, but perhaps it'll be some comfort to you in your grief to know that I'll do everything possible to help you take revenge.\"\n\nOsugi eyed him skeptically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just who are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm with the Tokugawa garrison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We came to Himeji Castle after the battle. On orders from my lord, I've set up a barrier on the Harima Province border to screen everyone who crosses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This Takezō, from that house back there,\" he continued, pointing, \"broke through the barrier and fled toward Miyamoto. We chased him all the way here. He's a tough one, all right. We thought that after a few days of walking he'd collapse, but we still haven't caught up with him. He can't go on forever, though. We'll get him.\"\n\nNodding as she listened, Osugi realized now why Takezō hadn't appeared at the Shippōji, and more importantly, that he probably hadn't gone home, since that was the first place the soldiers would search." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the same time, since it seemed he was traveling alone, her fury wasn't diminished in the least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as for Matahachi being dead, she couldn't believe that either.\n\n\"I know Takezō can be as strong and cunning as any wild beast, sir,\" she said coyly, \"But I shouldn't think that samurai of your caliber would have any trouble capturing him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, frankly, that's what I thought at first. But there aren't many of us and he's just killed one of my men.\"\n\n\"Let an old woman give you a few words of advice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leaning over, she whispered something in his ear. Her words seemed to please him immensely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded his approval and enthusiastically exclaimed, \"Good idea! Splendid!\"\n\n\"Be sure to do a thorough job of it,\" urged Osugi as she took her leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not long afterward, the samurai regrouped his band of fourteen or fifteen men behind Ogin's house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After he briefed them, they piled over the wall, surrounding the house and blocking all exits." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'soldiers' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Several soldiers then stormed into the house, leaving a trail of mud, and crowded into the inner room where the two young women sat commiserating and dabbing at their tear-stained faces.\n\nConfronted by the soldiers, Otsū gasped and turned white." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ogin, however, proud to be the daughter of Munisai, was unperturbed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With calm, steely eyes, she stared indignantly at the intruders.\n\n\"Which one of you is Takezō's sister?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "asked one of them.\n\n\"I am,\" replied Ogin coldly, \"and I demand to know why you've entered this house without permission. I will not stand for such brutish behavior in a house occupied only by women.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had turned to face them directly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man who had been chatting with Osugi a few minutes earlier pointed to Ogin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Arrest her!\" he ordered.\n\nBarely were the words out of his mouth before violence erupted, the house began to shake and the lights went out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uttering a cry of terror, Otsū stumbled out into the garden, while at least ten of the soldiers fell upon Ogin and began tying her up with a rope. Despite her heroic resistance, it was all over in a few seconds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They then pushed her down onto the floor and began kicking her as hard as they could.\n\nOtsū couldn't recall afterward which way she had come, but somehow she managed to escape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Barely conscious, she ran barefoot toward the Shippōji in the misty moonlight, relying completely on instinct. She had grown up in peaceful surroundings and now felt as though the world were caving in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she reached the foot of the hill where the temple stood, someone called to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She saw a shape sitting on a rock among the trees. It was Takuan.\n\n\"Thank heaven it's you,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was really starting to worry. You never stay out this late. When I realized the time, I came out looking for you.\" He looked down toward the ground and asked, \"Why are you barefoot?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was still gazing at Otsū's bare white feet when she rushed headlong into his arms and began wailing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, Takuan! It was awful! What can we do?\"\n\nIn a calm voice, he tried to soothe her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There, there. What was awful? There aren't many things in this world that are all that bad. Calm down and tell me what happened.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They tied Ogin up and took her away! Matahachi didn't come back, and now poor Ogin, who's so sweet and gentle—they were all kicking her. Oh, Takuan, we've got to do something!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sobbing and trembling, she clung desperately to the young monk, her head resting on his chest.\n\nIt was noon on a still, humid spring day, and a faint mist rose from the young man's sweating face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takezō was walking alone in the mountains, whither he knew not. He was tired almost beyond endurance, but even at the sound of a bird alighting, his eyes would dart around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite the ordeal he'd been through, his mud-spattered body came alive with pent-up violence and the sheer instinct to survive.\n\n\"Bastards! Beasts!\" he growled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the absence of the real target of his fury, he swung his black-oak sword screeching through the air, slicing a thick branch off a large tree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The white sap that poured from the wound reminded him of a nursing mother's milk. He stood and stared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With no mother to turn to, there was only loneliness. Instead of offering him comfort, even the running streams and rolling hills of his own home seemed to mock him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why are all the villagers against me?\" he wondered. \"The minute they see me, they report me to the guards on the mountain. The way they run when they catch sight of me, you'd think I was a madman.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been hiding in the Sanumo mountains for four days. Now, through the veil of the midday mist, he could make out the house of his father, the house where his sister lived alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nestled in the foothills just below him was the Shippōji, the temple's roof jutting out from the trees. He knew he could approach neither place." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he'd dared go near the temple on the Buddha's birthday, crowded though it was, he'd risked his life. When he heard his name called, he had no choice but to flee. Aside from wanting to save his own neck, he knew that being discovered there would mean trouble for Otsū." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That night, when he'd gone stealthily to his sister's house, Matahachi's mother—as luck would have it—had been there. For a while he'd just stood outside, trying to come up with an explanation of Matahachi's whereabouts, but as he was watching his sister through a crack in the door, the soldiers had spotted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again he had to flee without having the chance to speak to anyone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since then, it appeared from his refuge in the mountains that the Tokugawa samurai were keeping a very sharp eye out for him. They patrolled every road he might take, while at the same time the villagers had banded together to form search parties and were scouring the mountains." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered what Otsū must think of him and began to suspect that even she had turned against him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since it appeared that everyone in his own village regarded him as an enemy, he was stymied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought: \"It'd be too hard to tell Otsū the real reason her fiancé didn't come back. Maybe I should tell the old woman instead... That's it! If I explain everything to her, she can break it gently to Otsū. Then there won't be any reason for me to hang around here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mind made up, Takezō resumed walking, but he knew that it would not do to go near the village before dark. With a large rock he broke another into small pieces and hurled one of them at a bird in flight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After it fell to earth, he barely paused to pluck its feathers before sinking his half-starved teeth into the warm, raw flesh. As he was devouring the bird, he started walking again but suddenly heard a stifled cry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whoever had caught sight of him was scrambling away frantically through the woods." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Angered at the idea of being hated and feared—persecuted—for no reason, he shouted, \"Wait!\" and began running like a panther after the fleeing form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man was no match for Takezō and was easily overtaken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It turned out to be one of the villagers who came to the mountains to make charcoal, and Takezō knew him by sight. Grabbing his collar, he dragged him back to a small clearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why are you running away? Don't you know me? I'm one of you, Shimmen Takezō of Miyamoto. I'm not going to eat you alive. You know, it's very rude to run away from people without even saying hello!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Y-y-y-y-yes, sir!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sit down!\"\n\nTakezō released his grip on the man's arm, but the pitiful creature started to flee, forcing Takezō to kick his behind and make as if to strike him with his wooden sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man cringed on the ground like a simpering dog, his hands over his head.\n\n\"Don't kill me!\" he screamed pathetically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just answer my questions, all right?\"\n\n\"I'll tell you anything—just don't kill me! I have a wife and family.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nobody's going to kill you. I suppose the hills are crawling with soldiers, aren't they?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Are they keeping close watch on the Shippōji?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are the men from the village hunting for me again today?\"\n\nSilence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you one of them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man jumped to his feet, shaking his head like a deaf-mute.\n\n\"No, no, no!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's enough,\" shouted Takezō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking a firm grip on the man's neck, he asked, \"What about my sister?\"\n\n\"What sister?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My sister, Ogin, of the House of Shimmen. Don't play dumb. You promised to answer my questions. I don't really blame the villagers for trying to capture me, because the samurai are forcing them to do it, but I'm sure they'd never do anything to hurt her. Or would they?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man replied, too innocently, \"I don't know anything about that. Nothing at all.\"\n\nTakezō swiftly raised his sword above his head in position to strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Watch it! That sounded very suspicious to me. Something has happened, hasn't it? Out with it, or I'll smash your skull!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait! Don't! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!\"\n\nHands folded in supplication, the trembling charcoal-maker told how Ogin had been taken away a prisoner, and how an order had been circulated in the village to the effect that anyone providing Takezō with food or shelter would automatically be regarded as an accomplice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Each day, he reported, the soldiers were leading villagers into the mountains, and each family was required to furnish one young man every other day for this purpose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The information caused Takezō to break out in goose pimples. Not fear. Rage. To make sure he'd heard right, he asked, \"What crime has my sister been charged with?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes were glistening with moisture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None of us knows anything about it. We're afraid of the district lord. We're just doing what we're told, that's all.\"\n\n\"Where have they taken my sister?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rumor has it that they've got her in Hinagura stockade, but I don't know if that's true.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hinagura... \" repeated Takezō. His eyes turned toward the ridge that marked the provincial border." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The backbone of the mountains was already spotted with the shadows of gray evening clouds.\n\nTakezō let the man go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Watching him scramble away, grateful to have his meager life spared, made Takezō's stomach turn at the thought of the cowardice of humanity, the cowardice that forced samurai to pick on a poor helpless woman. He was glad to be alone again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had to think." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He soon reached a decision. \"I have to rescue Ogin, and that's that. My poor sister. I'll kill them all if they've harmed her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having chosen his course of action, he marched down toward the village with long manly strides." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A couple of hours later, Takezō again furtively approached the Shippōji. The evening bell had just stopped tolling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was already dark and lights could be seen coming from the temple itself, the kitchen and the priests' quarters, where people seemed to be moving about.\n\n\"If only Otsū would come out,\" he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He crouched motionless under the raised passageway—it was of the sort that had a roof but no walls—which connected the priests' rooms with the main temple." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'stomach' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of food being cooked floated in the air, conjuring up visions of rice and steaming soup. For the past few days, Takezō had had nothing in his stomach but raw bird meat and grass shoots, and his stomach now rebelled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His throat burned as he vomited up bitter gastric juices, and in his misery he gasped loudly for breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was that?\" said a voice.\n\n\"Probably just a cat,\" answered Otsū, who came out carrying a dinner tray and started crossing the passageway directly over Takezō's head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried to call to her, but was still too nauseated to make an intelligible sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This, as it happened, was a stroke of luck, because just then a male voice just behind Otsū inquired, \"Which way is the bath?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man was wearing a kimono borrowed from the temple, tied with a narrow sash from which dangled a small washcloth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takezō recognized him as one of the samurai from Himeji. Evidently he was of high rank, high enough to lodge at the temple and pass his evenings eating and drinking his fill while his subordinates and the villagers had to scour mountainsides day and night searching for the fugitive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The bath?\" said Otsū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come, I'll show you.\"\n\nShe set her tray down and began leading him along the passageway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suddenly the samurai rushed forward and hugged her from behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How about joining me in the bath?\" he suggested lecherously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop that! Let go of me!\" cried Otsū, but the man, turning her around, held her face in both big hands and brushed his lips against her cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's wrong!\" he cajoled. \"Don't you like men!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop it! You shouldn't do that!\" protested the helpless Otsū." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The soldier then clapped his hand over her mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō, oblivious of the danger, leapt up onto the passageway like a cat and thrust his fist at the man's head from behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blow was a hard one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Momentarily defenseless, the samurai fell backward, still clinging to Otsū." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As she tried to break away from his hold, she let out a shrill scream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fallen man began shouting, \"It's him! It's Takezō! He's here! Come and take him!\"\n\nThe rumble of feet and the roar of voices thundered from inside the temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temple bell began signaling the alarm that Takezō had been discovered, and from the woods throngs of men began converging on the temple grounds." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'takezō' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Takezō was already gone, and before long search parties were once again sent out to scour the hills of Sanumo. Takezō himself hardly knew how he'd slipped through the swiftly tightening net, but by the time the chase was in full swing he found himself standing far away, at the entrance to the large dirt-floored kitchen of the Hon'iden house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking into the dimly lit interior, he called out, \"Granny!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's there!\" came the shrill reply. Osugi ambled out from a back room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lit from below by the paper lantern in her hand, her gnarled face paled at the sight of her visitor.\n\n\"You!\" she cried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have something important to tell you,\" Takezō said hurriedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Matahachi isn't dead, he's still very much alive and healthy. He's staying with a woman. In another province. That's all I can tell you, because that's all I know. Will you please somehow break the news to Otsū for me? I couldn't do it myself.\"\n\nImmensely relieved to have unburdened himself of the message, he started to leave, but the old woman called him back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where do you plan to go from here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to break into the stockade at Hinagura and rescue Ogin,\" he replied sadly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After that, I'll go away somewhere. I just wanted to tell you and your family, as well as Otsū, that I didn't let Matahachi die. Other than that, I have no reason to be here.\"\n\n\"I see.\" Osugi shifted the lantern from one hand to the other, playing for time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she beckoned to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll bet you're hungry, aren't you?\"\n\n\"I haven't had a decent meal for days.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You poor boy! Wait! I'm in the midst of cooking right now, and I can give you a nice warm dinner in no time. As a going-away present. And wouldn't you like to take a bath while I'm getting it ready?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō was speechless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't look so shocked. Takezō, your family and ours have been together since the days of the Akamatsu clan. I don't think you should leave here at all, but I certainly won't let you go without giving you a good hearty meal!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Again Takezō was unable to reply. He raised his arm and wiped his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one had been this kind to him for a long, long time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having come to regard everybody with suspicion and distrust, he was suddenly remembering what it was like to be treated as a human being.\n\n\"Hurry on round to the bathhouse, now,\" urged Osugi in grandmotherly tones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's too dangerous to stand here—someone might see you. I'll bring you a washcloth, and while you're washing, I'll get out Matahachi's kimono and some underwear for you. Now take your time and have a good soak.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She handed him the lantern and disappeared into the back of the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost immediately, her daughter-in-law left the house, ran through the garden and off into the night.\n\nFrom the bathhouse, where the lantern swung back and forth, came the sound of splashing water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How is it?\" Osugi called jovially. \"Hot enough?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's just right! I feel like a new man,\" Takezō called back.\n\n\"Take your time and get good and warm. The rice isn't ready yet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks. If I'd known it'd be like this, I'd have come sooner. I was sure you'd have it in for me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spoke two or three more times, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the water and Osugi didn't answer.\n\nBefore long, the daughter-in-law reappeared at the gate, all out of breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was followed by a band of samurai and vigilantes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi came out of the house and addressed them in a whisper.\n\n\"Ah, you got him to take a bath. Very clever,\" said one of the men admiringly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, that's fine! We've got him for sure this time!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Splitting into two groups, the men crouched and moved cautiously, like so many toads, toward the fire blazing brightly under the bath.\n\nSomething—something indefinable—pricked Takezō's instincts, and he peeped out through a crack in the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair stood on end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been trapped!\" he screamed.\n\nHe was stark naked, the bathhouse was tiny, and there was no time to think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond the door he'd spotted what seemed like hordes of men armed with staffs, lances and truncheons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, he wasn't really afraid. Any fear he might have had was blotted out by his anger toward Osugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right, you bastards, watch this,\" he growled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was well beyond caring how many of them there were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In this situation, as in others, the only thing he knew how to do was to attack rather than be attacked. As his would-be captors made way for each other outside, he abruptly kicked open the door and jumped out and into the air, bellowing a fearsome war whoop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still naked, his wet hair flying in every direction, he seized and wrenched loose the shaft of the first lance thrust at him, sending its owner flying into the bushes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking a firm grip on the weapon, he thrashed about like a whirling dervish, swinging with complete abandon and hitting anyone who came near. He'd learned at Sekigahara that this method was startlingly effective when a man was outnumbered, and that the shaft of a lance could often be used more tellingly than the blade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The attackers, realizing too late what a blunder they'd made by not sending three or four men charging into the bathhouse in the first place, shouted encouragement to one another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was clear, however, they'd been out-maneuvered.\n\nAbout the tenth time Takezō's weapon came in contact with the ground, it broke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He then seized a large rock and threw it at the men, who were already showing signs of backing down.\n\n\"Look, he's run inside the house!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "shouted one of them, as simultaneously Osugi and her daughter-in-law scrambled out into the back garden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Making a tremendous clatter as he stormed through the house, Takezō was yelling, \"Where are my clothes? Give me back my clothes!\"\n\nThere were work clothes lying about, not to speak of an elaborate kimono chest, but Takezō paid them no attention." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was straining his eyes in the dim light to find his own ragged garment. Finally spotting it in the corner of the kitchen, he seized it in one hand and finding a foothold atop a large earthen-ware oven, crawled out of a small high window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While he made his way onto the roof, his pursuers, now totally confused, cursed and made excuses to each other for their failure to ensnare him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Standing in the middle of the roof, Takezō unhurriedly donned his kimono. With his teeth, he tore off a strip of cloth from his sash, and gathering his damp hair behind, tied it near the roots so tightly that his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were stretched.\n\nThe spring sky was full of stars." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rousing himself from his reverie, Takuan said, \"The fire's gone down, Otsū. Would you put some more wood on it?... Why, what's the matter? Is something wrong?\"\n\nOtsū didn't answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you crying?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still she said nothing.\n\n\"I'm sorry I reminded you of the past. I didn't mean to upset you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's nothing,\" she whispered. \"I shouldn't have been so stubborn. Please take the flute and play it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She brought the instrument out from her obi and offered it to him across the fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was in a wrapper of old, faded brocade; the cloth was worn, the cords tattered, but there still remained a certain antique elegance.\n\n\"May I look at it?\" asked Takuan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, please do. It doesn't matter anymore.\"\n\n\"But why don't you play it instead of me? I think I really would rather listen. I'll just sit here like this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned sideways and clasped his arms around his knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right. I'm not very good,\" she said modestly, \"but I'll try.\"\n\nShe knelt in formal fashion on the grass, straightened her kimono collar and bowed to the flute laying before her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan said no more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He seemed no longer to even be there; there was only the great lonely universe enveloped in night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monk's shadowy form might well have been a rock that had rolled down from the hillside and settled on the plain.\n\nOtsū, her white face turned slightly to one side, put the cherished heirloom to her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As she wetted the mouthpiece and prepared herself inwardly to play, she seemed a different Otsū altogether, an Otsū embodying the strength and dignity of art." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning to Takuan, she once again, in proper fashion, disavowed any claim to skill. He nodded perfunctorily.\n\nThe liquid sound of the flute began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the girl's thin fingers moved over the seven holes of the instrument, her knuckles looked like tiny gnomes absorbed in a slow dance. It was a low sound, like the gurgling of a brook." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan felt that he himself had turned into flowing water, splashing through a ravine, playing in the shallows. When the high notes sounded, he felt his spirit wafted into the sky to gambol with the clouds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound of earth and the reverberations of heaven mingled and were transformed into the wistful sighs of the breeze blowing through the pines, lamenting the impermanence of this world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he listened raptly, his eyes closed, Takuan could not help but recall the legend of Prince Hiromasa, who, while strolling on a moonlit night at Suzaku Gate in Kyoto and playing his flute as he walked, heard another flute harmonizing with his. The prince searched out the player and found him in the upper story of the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having exchanged flutes, the two played music together throughout the night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only later did the prince discover that his companion had been a devil in human form.\n\n\"Even a devil,\" thought Takuan, \"is moved by music. How much more deeply must a human being, subject to the five passions, be affected by the sound of the flute in the hands of this beautiful girl!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to weep but shed no tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face sank deeper between his knees, which he unconsciously hugged more tightly.\n\nAs the light from the fire gradually faded, Otsū's cheeks turned a deeper red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was so absorbed in her music that it was difficult to distinguish her from the instrument she was playing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was she calling to her mother and father? Were these sounds ascending into the sky really asking, \"Where are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And was there not mingled with this plea the bitter resentment of a maiden who'd been deserted and betrayed by a faithless man?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She seemed intoxicated by the music, overwhelmed by her own emotions. Her breathing began to show signs of fatigue; tiny beads of sweat appeared around the edges of her hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears flowed down her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though the melody was broken by stifled sobs, it seemed to go on and on forever.\n\nAnd then suddenly there was a movement in the grass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was no more than fifteen or twenty feet from the fire and sounded like a creeping animal. Takuan's head shot up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking straight at the black object, he quietly raised his hand and waved a greeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You over there! It must be chilly in the dew. Come over here by the fire and warm yourself. Come and talk with us, please.\"\n\nStartled, Otsū stopped playing and said, \"Takuan, are you talking to yourself again?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't you notice?\" he asked, pointing. \"Takezō has been over there for some time, listening to you play the flute.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned to look, and then, with a shriek, threw her flute at the black form. It was indeed Takezō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He jumped like a startled deer and started to flee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan, as astonished as Takezō by Otsū's scream, felt as though the net he was so carefully hauling in had broken and the fish escaped. Jumping to his feet, he called out at the top of his lungs, \"Takezō! Stop!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was overpowering strength in his voice, a commanding force that could not easily be ignored." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fugitive stopped as though nailed to the ground and looked back, a little stupefied. He stared at Takuan with suspicious eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The monk said no more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly crossing his arms on his chest, he stared back at Takezō as steadily as Takezō was staring at him. The two seemed even to be breathing in unison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gradually there appeared at the corners of Takuan's eyes the wrinkles that mark the beginning of a friendly smile. Unfolding his arms, he beckoned to Takezō and said, \"Now, come here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the sound of the words, Takezō blinked; a strange expression came over his dark face.\n\n\"Come on over here,\" Takuan urged, \"and we can all talk to each other.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There followed a puzzled silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's lots to eat and we even have some sake. We're not your enemies, you know. Come over by the fire. Let's talk.\"\n\nMore silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Takezō, aren't you making a big mistake?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There's a world outside where there are fires and food and drink and even human sympathy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You persist in driving yourself about in your own private hell. You're taking a pretty warped view of the world, you know." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'll stop trying to argue with you. In your condition, you could hardly have much of an ear for reason. Just come over here by the fire. Otsū, warm up the potato stew you made a while ago. I'm hungry too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū put the pot on the fire, and Takuan placed a jar of sake near the flames to heat it. This peaceful scene allayed Takezō's fears, and he inched nearer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he was almost on top of them, he stopped and stood still, apparently held back by some inner embarrassment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan rolled a rock up near the fire and patted Takezō on the back. \"You sit here,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Abruptly, Takezō sat down. Otsū, for her part, couldn't even look her exfiance's friend in the face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt as though she were in the presence of an unchained beast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan, lifting the lid of the pot, said, \"It seems to be ready.\" He stuck the tips of his chopsticks into a potato, drew it out, and popped it into his mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chewing heartily, he proclaimed, \"Very nice and tender. Won't you have some, Takezō?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takezō nodded and for the first time grinned, showing a set of perfect white teeth. Otsū filled a bowl and gave it to him, whereupon he began alternately to blow on the hot stew and slurp it up in big mouthfuls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hands trembled and his teeth clattered against the edge of the bowl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pitifully hungry as he was, the trembling was uncontrollable. Frighteningly so.\n\n\"Good, isn't it?\" asked the monk, putting down his chopsticks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How about some sake?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want any sake.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't you like it?\"\n\n\"I don't want any now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all that time in the mountains, he was afraid it might make him sick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presently he said, politely enough, \"Thank you for the food. I'm warmed up now.\"\n\n\"Have you had enough?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Plenty, thank you.\" As he handed his bowl back to Otsū, he asked, \"Why did you come up here? I saw your fire last night too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The question startled Otsū and she had no answer ready, but Takuan came to the rescue by saying forthrightly, \"To tell the truth, we came here to capture you.\"\n\nTakezō showed no particular surprise, though he seemed hesitant to take what Takuan had said at face value." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hung his head in silence, then looked from one to the other of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan saw that the time had come to act. Turning to face Takezō directly, he said, \"How about it? If you're going to be captured anyway, wouldn't it be better to be tied up with the bonds of the Buddha's Law? The daimyō's regulations are law, and the Buddha's Law is law, but of the two, the bonds of the Buddha are the more gentle and humane.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, no!\" said Takezō, shaking his head angrily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan continued mildly. \"Just listen for a minute. I understand that you are determined to hold out to the death, but in the long run, can you really win?\"\n\n\"What do you mean, can I win?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean, can you successfully hold out against the people who hate you, against the laws of the province and against your own worst enemy, yourself?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I know I've already lost,\" groaned Takezō. His face was sadly contorted and his eyes brimmed with tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be cut down in the end, but before I am I'll kill the old Hon'iden woman and the soldiers from Himeji and all the other people I hate! I'll kill as many as I can!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What will you do about your sister?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Ogin. What are you going to do about her? She's locked up in the stockade at Hinagura, you know!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Despite his earlier resolve to rescue her, Takezō could not answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't you think you should start considering the well-being of that good woman? She's done so much for you. And what about your duty to carry on the name of your father, Shimmen Munisai? Have you forgotten that it goes back through the Hirata family to the famous Akamatsu clan of Harima?\"\n\nTakezō covered his face with his blackened, now nearly clawed hands, his sharp shoulders piercing upward as they shook in his haggard, trembling body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He broke into bitter sobs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I... I... don't know. What... what difference does it make now?\"\n\nAt that, Takuan suddenly clenched his fist and let go with a solid punch to Takezō's jaw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fool!\" the monk's voice thundered.\n\nTaken by surprise, Takezō reeled from the blow and before he could recover took another punch on the other side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You irresponsible oaf! You stupid ingrate! Since your father and mother and ancestors are not here to punish you, I'll do it for them. Take that!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monk struck him again, this time knocking him all the way to the ground. \"Does it hurt yet?\" he asked belligerently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, it hurts,\" the fugitive whined.\n\n\"Good. If it hurts, you may still have a little human blood coursing through your veins. Otsū, hand me that rope, please... Well, what are you waiting for? Bring me the rope! Takezō already knows I'm going to tie him up. He's prepared for it. It's not the rope of authority, it's the rope of compassion. There's no reason for you to either fear or pity him. Quick, girl, the rope!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō lay still on his stomach, making no effort to move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan easily straddled his back. If Takezō had wanted to resist, he could have kicked Takuan in the air like a little paper ball." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, one day, he heard the swallows returning to the donjon eaves. Once again, spring had flown from across the seas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not long after its arrival, a voice, now sounding strange, almost painful to the ears, inquired, \"Takezō, are you well?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The familiar head of Takuan appeared at the top of the stairs. Startled and much too deeply moved to utter a sound, Takezō grabbed hold of the monk's kimono sleeve and pulled him into the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The servants who brought his food had never once spoken a word." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was overjoyed to hear another human voice, especially this one.\n\n\"I've just returned from a journey,\" said Takuan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're in your third year here now, and I've decided that after gestating this long, you must be pretty well formed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am grateful for your goodness, Takuan. I understand now what you've done. How can I ever thank you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank me?\" Takuan said incredulously. Then he laughed. \"Even though you've had no one to converse with but yourself, you've actually learned to speak like a human being! Good! Today you will leave this place. And as you do so, hug your hard-earned enlightenment to your bosom. You're going to need it when you go forth into the world to join your fellow men.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan took Takezō just as he was to see Lord Ikeda." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although he had been relegated to the garden in the previous audience, a place was now made for him on the veranda. After the salutations and some perfunctory small talk, Terumasa lost no time in asking Takezō to serve as his vassal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō declined. He was greatly honored, he explained, but he did not feel the time was yet right to go into a daimyō's service." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And if I did so in this castle,\" he said, \"ghosts would probably start appearing in the closed room every night, just as everyone says they do.\"\n\n\"Why do you say that? Did they come to keep you company?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you take a lamp and inspect the room closely, you'll see black spots spattering the doors and beams. It looks like lacquer, but it's not. It's human blood, most likely blood spilled by the Akamatsus, my forebears, when they went down to defeat in this castle.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hmm. You may very well be right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seeing those stains infuriated me. My blood boiled to think that my ancestors, who once ruled over this whole region, ended up being annihilated, their souls just blown about in the autumn winds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They died violently, but it was a powerful clan and they can be roused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That same blood flows in my veins,\" he went on, an intense look in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Unworthy though I am, I am a member of the same clan, and if I stay in this castle, the ghosts may rouse themselves and try to reach me. In a sense, they already have, by making it clear to me in that room just who I am. But they could cause chaos, perhaps rebel and even set off another bloodbath. We are not in an era of peace. I owe it to the people of this whole region not to tempt the vengeance of my ancestors.\"\n\nTerumasa nodded. \"I see what you mean. It's better if you leave this castle, but where will you go? Do you plan to return to Miyamoto? Live out your life there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takezō smiled silently. \"I want to wander about on my own for a while.\"\n\n\"I see,\" the lord replied, turning to Takuan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"See that he receives money and suitable clothing,\" he commanded.\n\nTakuan bowed. \"Let me thank you for your kindness to the boy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Takuan!\" Ikeda laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is the first time you've ever thanked me twice for anything!\"\n\n\"I suppose that's true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan grinned. \"It won't happen again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's all right for him to roam about while he's still young,\" said Terumasa. \"But now that he's going out on his own—reborn, as you put it—he should have a new name. Let it be Miyamoto, so that he never forgets his birthplace. From now on, Takezō, call yourself Miyamoto.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takezō's hands went automatically to the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Palms down, he bowed deep and long. \"Yes, sir, I will do that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should change your first name too,\" Takuan interjected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why not read the Chinese characters of your name as 'Musashi' instead of 'Takezō'? You can keep writing your name the same as before. It's only fitting that everything should begin anew on this day of your rebirth.\"\n\nTerumasa, who was by this time in a very good mood, nodded his approval enthusiastically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Miyamoto Musashi! It's a good name, a very good name. We should drink to it.\"\n\nThey moved into another room, sake was served, and Takezō and Takuan kept his lordship company far into the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were joined by several of Terumasa's retainers, and eventually Takuan got to his feet and performed an ancient dance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was expert, his vivid movements creating an imaginary world of delight. Takezō, now Musashi, watched with admiration, respect and enjoyment as the drinking went on and on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The following day they both left the castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi was taking his first steps into a new life, a life of discipline and training in the martial arts. During his three-year incarceration, he had resolved to master the Art of War." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan had his own plans." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had decided to travel about the countryside, and the time had come, he said, to part again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they reached the town outside the castle walls, Musashi made as if to take his leave, but the monk grabbed his sleeve and said, \"Isn't there someone you'd like to see?\"\n\n\"Who?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ogin?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is she still alive?\" he asked in bewilderment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even in his sleep, he'd never forgotten the gentle sister who'd been a mother to him so long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan told him that when he'd attacked the stockade at Hinagura three years earlier, Ogin had indeed already been taken away. Although no charges were pressed against her, she had been reluctant to return home and so went instead to stay with a relative in a village in the Sayo district." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was now living comfortably there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wouldn't you like to see her?\" asked Takuan. \"She's very eager to see you. I told her three years ago that she should consider you dead, since in one sense, you were. I also told her, however, that after three years I'd bring her a new brother, different from the old Takezō.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi pressed his palms together and raised them in front of his head, as he would have done in prayer before a statue of the Buddha." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not only have you taken care of me,\" he said with deep emotion, \"but you've seen to Ogin's well-being too. Takuan, you are truly a compassionate man. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you for what you've done.\"\n\n\"One way to thank me would be to let me take you to your sister.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No... No, I don't think I should go. Hearing about her from you has been as good as meeting her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Surely you want to see her yourself, if only for a few minutes.\"\n\n\"No, I don't think so. I did die, Takuan, and I do feel reborn. I don't think that now is the time to return to the past. What I have to do is take a resolute step forward, into the future. I've barely found the way along which I'll have to travel. When I've made some progress toward the knowledge and self-perfection I'm seeking, perhaps I'll take the time to relax and look back. Not now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I see.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I find it hard to put into words, but I hope you'll understand anyway.\"\n\n\"I do. I'm glad to see you're as serious about your goal as you are. Keep following your own judgment.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll say good-bye now, but someday, if I don't get myself killed along the way, we'll meet again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, yes. If we have a chance to meet, let's by all means do so.\" Takuan turned, took a step, and then halted. \"Oh, yes. I suppose I should warn you that Osugi and Uncle Gon left Miyamoto in search of you and Otsū three years ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They resolved never to return until they've taken their revenge, and old as they are, they're still trying to track you down. They may cause you some inconvenience, but I don't think they can make any real trouble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't take them too seriously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, yes, and then there's Aoki Tanzaemon. I don't suppose you ever knew his name, but he was in charge of the search for you. Perhaps it had nothing to do with anything you or I said or did, but that splendid samurai managed to disgrace himself, with the result that he's been dismissed permanently from Lord Ikeda's service. He's no doubt wandering about too.\" Takuan grew grave. \"Musashi, your path won't be an easy one. Be careful as you make your way along it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll do my best.\" Musashi smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I guess that's everything. I'll be on my way.\" Takuan turned and walked westward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't look back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keep well,\" Musashi called after him. He stood at the crossroads watching the monk's form recede until it was out of sight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, once again alone, he started to walk toward the east.\n\n\"Now there's only this sword,\" he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The only thing in the world I have to rely on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rested his hand on the weapon's handle and vowed to himself, \"I will live by its rule. I will regard it as my soul, and by learning to master it, strive to improve myself, to become a better and wiser human being. Takuan follows the Way of Zen, I will follow the Way of the Sword. I must make of myself an even better man than he is.\"\n\nAfter all, he reflected, he was still young." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was not too late." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His footsteps were steady and strong, his eyes full of youth and hope." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From time to time he raised the brim of his basket hat, and stared down the long road into the future, the unknown path all humans must tread.\n\nHe hadn't gone far—in fact, he was just on the outskirts of Himeji—when a woman came running toward him from the other side of Hanada Bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He squinted into the sunlight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's you!\" Otsū cried, clutching his sleeve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi gasped in surprise.\n\nOtsū's tone was reproachful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Takezō, surely you haven't forgotten? Don't you remember the name of this bridge? Did it slip your mind that I promised to wait here for you, no matter how long it took?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've been waiting here for the last three years?\" He was astounded.\n\n\"Yes. Osugi and Uncle Gon caught up with me right after I left you. I was sick and had to take a rest. And I almost got myself killed. But I got away. I've been waiting here since about twenty days after we said good-bye at Nakayama Pass.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pointing to a basket-weaving shop at the end of the bridge, a typical little highroad stall selling souvenirs to travelers, she continued: \"I told the people there my story, and they were kind enough to take me on as a sort of helper. So I could stay and wait for you. Today is the nine hundred and seventieth day, and I've kept my promise faithfully.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She peered into his face, trying to fathom his thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will take me with you, won't you?\"\n\nThe truth, of course, was that Musashi had no intention of taking her or anyone else with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this very moment, he was hurrying away to avoid thinking about his sister, whom he wanted to see so badly and felt so strongly drawn toward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The questions raced through his agitated mind: \"What can I do? How can I embark on my quest for truth and knowledge with a woman, with anyone, interfering all the time? And this particular girl is, after all, still betrothed to Matahachi.\" Musashi couldn't keep his thoughts from showing on his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take you with me? Take you where?\" he demanded bluntly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wherever you go.\"\n\n\"I'm setting out on a long, hard journey, not a sightseeing trip!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I won't get in your way. And I'm prepared to endure some hardships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some? Only some?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As many as I have to.\"\n\n\"That's not the point. Otsū, how can a man master the Way of the Samurai with a woman tagging along? Wouldn't that be funny. People'd say, 'Look at Musashi, he needs a wet nurse to take care of him.'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pulled harder at his kimono, clinging like a child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let go of my sleeve,\" he ordered.\n\n\"No, I won't! You lied to me, didn't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When did I lie to you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At the pass. You promised to take me with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was ages ago. I wasn't really thinking then either, and I didn't have time to explain. What's more, it wasn't my idea, it was yours. I was in a hurry to get moving, and you wouldn't let me go until I promised. I went along with what you said because I had no choice.\"\n\n\"No, no, no! You can't mean what you're saying, you can't,\" she cried, pinning him against the bridge railing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let go of me! People are watching.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let them! When you were tied up in the tree, I asked you if you wanted my help. You were so happy you told me twice to cut the rope. You don't deny that, do you?\"\n\nShe was trying to be logical in her argument, but her tears betrayed her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "First abandoned as an infant, then jilted by her betrothed and now this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi, knowing how alone she was in the world and caring for her deeply, was tongue-tied, though outwardly more composed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let go!\" he said with finality. \"It's broad daylight and people are staring at us. Do you want us to be a sideshow for these busybodies?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She released his sleeve and fell sobbing against the railing, her shiny hair falling over her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" she mumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I shouldn't have said all that. Please forget it. You don't owe me anything.\"\n\nLeaning over and pushing her hair from her face with both hands, he looked into her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Otsū,\" he said tenderly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"During all that time you were waiting, until this very day, I've been shut up in the castle donjon. For three years I haven't even seen the sun.\"\n\n\"Yes, I heard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You knew?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Takuan told me.\"\n\n\"Takuan? He told you everything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess so. I fainted at the bottom of a ravine near the Mikazuki Teahouse. I was running away from Osugi and Uncle Gon. Takuan rescued me. He also helped me make arrangements to work here, at the souvenir shop. That was three years ago. And he's stopped in several times. Only yesterday, he came and had some tea. I wasn't sure what he meant, but he said, 'It's got to do with a man and a woman, so who can say how it'll turn out?'\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi dropped his hands and looked down the road leading west. He wondered if he'd ever again meet the man who'd saved his life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And again he was struck by Takuan's concern for his fellow man, which seemed all-encompassing and completely devoid of selfishness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi realized how narrow-minded he himself had been, how petty, to suppose that the monk felt a special compassion for him alone; his generosity encompassed Ogin, Otsū, anyone in need whom he thought he could help.\n\n\"It has to do with a man and a woman... \" Takuan's words to Otsū sat heavily on Musashi's mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a burden for which he was ill prepared, since in all the mountains of books he'd pored over those three years, there wasn't one word about the situation he was in now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even Takuan had shrunk from becoming involved in this matter between him and Otsū. Had Takuan meant that relationships between men and women had to be worked out alone by the people involved?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Did he mean that no rules applied, as they did in the Art of War?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'musashi' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That there was no foolproof strategy, no way to win? Or was this meant as a test for Musashi, a problem only Musashi would be able to solve for himself?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lost in thought, he stared down at the water flowing under the bridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū gazed up into his face, now distant and calm. \"I can come, can't I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she pleaded. \"The shopkeeper's promised to let me quit whenever I wish. I'll just go and explain everything and then pack my things. I'll be back in a minute.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi covered her small white hand, which was resting on the railing, with his own. \"Listen,\" he said plaintively." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I beg of you, just stop and think.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's there to think about?\"\n\n\"I told you. I've just become a new man. I stayed in that musty hole for three years. I read books. I thought. I screamed and cried. Then suddenly the light dawned. I understood what it means to be human. I have a new name, Miyamoto Musashi. I want to dedicate myself to training and discipline. I want to spend every moment of every day working to improve myself. I know now how far I have to go. If you chose to bind your life to mine, you'd never be happy. There will be nothing but hardship, and it won't get easier as it goes along. It'll get more and more difficult.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When you talk like that, I feel closer to you than ever. Now I'm convinced I was right. I've found the best man I could ever find, even if I searched for the rest of my life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw he was just making things worse. \"I'm sorry, I can't take you with me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, then, I'll just follow along. As long as I don't interfere with your training, what harm would it do? You won't even know I'm around.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi could find no answer.\n\n\"I won't bother you. I promise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He remained silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's all right then, isn't it? Just wait here; I'll be back in a second. And I'll be furious if you try to sneak away.\" Otsū ran off toward the basket-weaving shop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi thought of ignoring everything and running too, in the opposite direction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though the will was there, his feet wouldn't move.\n\nOtsū looked back and called, \"Remember, don't try to sneak off!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She smiled, showing her dimples, and Musashi inadvertently nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Satisfied by this gesture, she disappeared into the shop.\n\nIf he was going to escape, this was the time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His heart told him so, but his body was still shackled by Otsū's pretty dimples and pleading eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How sweet she was! It was certain no one in the world save his sister loved him so much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it wasn't as though he disliked her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at the sky, he looked into the water, desperately gripped the railing, troubled and confused. Soon tiny bits of wood began floating from the bridge into the flowing stream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū reappeared on the bridge in new straw sandals, light yellow leggings and a large traveling hat tied under the chin with a crimson ribbon. She'd never looked more beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Musashi was nowhere to be seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a cry of shock, she burst into tears. Then her eyes fell upon the spot on the railing from which the chips of wood had fallen." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next nine sentences. The story may reference existing characters and events - incorporate them as presented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ WATER ]\n\n[ The Yoshioka School ]\n\nThe life of today, which cannot know the morrow...\n\nIn the Japan of the early seventeenth century, an awareness of the fleeting nature of life was as common among the masses as it was among the elite. The famous general Oda Nobunaga, who laid the foundations for Toyotomi Hideyoshi's unification of Japan, summed up this view in a short poem:\n\nMan's fifty years\n\nAre but a phantom dream\n\nIn his journey through\n\nThe eternal transmigrations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Defeated in a skirmish with one of his own generals, who attacked him in a sudden fit of revenge, Nobunaga committed suicide in Kyoto at the age of forty-eight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By 1605, some two decades later, the incessant warring among the daimyō was essentially over, and Tokugawa Ieyasu had ruled as shōgun for two years." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'ieyasu'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lanterns on the streets of Kyoto and Osaka glowed brightly, as they had in the best days of the Ashikaga shogunate, and the prevailing mood was lighthearted and festive.\n\nBut few were certain the peace would last. More than a hundred years of civil strife had so colored people's view of life that they could only regard the present tranquillity as fragile and ephemeral. The capital was thriving, but the tension of not knowing how long this would last whetted the people's appetite for merrymaking.\n\nThough still in control, Ieyasu had officially retired from the position of shōgun. While still strong enough to control the other daimyō and defend the family's claim to power, he had passed on his title to his third son, Hidetada. It was rumored that the new shōgun would visit Kyoto soon to pay his respects to the emperor, but it was common knowledge that his trip west meant more than a courtesy call. His greatest potential rival, Toyotomi Hideyori, was the son of Hideyoshi, Nobunaga's able successor. Hideyoshi had done his best to ensure that power remain with the Toyotomis until Hideyori was old enough to exercise it, but the victor at Sekigahara was Ieyasu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hideyori still resided at Osaka Castle, and although Ieyasu, rather than have him done away with, permitted him to enjoy a substantial annual income, he was aware that Osaka was a major threat as a possible rallying point of resistance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Many feudal lords knew this too, and hedging their bets, paid equal court to both Hideyori and the shōgun. It was often remarked that the former had enough castles and gold to hire every masterless samurai, or rōnin, in the country, if he wanted to.\n\nIdle speculation on the country's political future formed the bulk of gossip in the Kyoto air.\n\n\"War's bound to break out sooner or later.\"\n\n\"It's just a matter of time.\"\n\n\"These street lanterns could be snuffed out tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Why worry about it? What happens happens.\"\n\n\"Let's enjoy ourselves while we can!\"\n\nThe bustling nightlife and booming pleasure quarters were tangible evidence that much of the populace were doing just that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Among those so inclined was a group of samurai now turning a corner into Shijō Avenue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside them ran a long wall of white plaster, leading to an impressive gate with an imposing roof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wooden plaque, blackened with age, announced in barely legible writing: \"Yoshioka Kempō of Kyoto. Military Instructor to the Ashikaga Shōguns.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The eight young samurai gave the impression of having practiced sword fighting all day without respite. Some bore wooden swords in addition to the two customary steel ones, and others were carrying lances. They looked tough, the kind of men who'd be the first to see bloodshed the moment a clash of arms erupted. Their faces were as hard as stone and their eyes threatening, as if always on the brink of exploding in a rage.\n\n\"Young Master, where are we headed tonight?\" they clamored, surrounding their teacher.\n\n\"Anywhere but where we were last night,\" he replied gravely.\n\n\"Why? Those women were falling all over you! They barely looked at the rest of us.\"\n\n\"Maybe he's right,\" another man put in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why don't we try someplace new, where no one knows the Young Master or any of the rest of us.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shouting and carrying on among themselves, they seemed totally consumed by the question of where to go drinking and whoring.\n\nThey moved on to a well-lit area along the banks of the Kamo River. For years the land had been vacant and weed-filled, a veritable symbol of wartime desolation, but with the coming of peace, its value had shot up. Scattered here and there were flimsy houses, red and pale yellow curtains hanging crookedly in their doorways, where prostitutes plied their trade. Girls from Tamba Province, white powder smeared carelessly on their faces, whistled to prospective customers; unfortunate women who had been purchased in droves plunked on their shamisens, a newly popular instrument, as they sang bawdy songs and laughed among themselves." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n6 sentences\nStyle:\nEiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Young Master's name was Yoshioka Seijūrō, and a tasteful dark brown kimono draped his tall frame. Not long after they'd entered the brothel district, he looked back and said to one of his group, \"Tōji, buy me a basket hat.\"\n\n\"The kind that hides your face, I suppose?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"You don't need one here, do you?\" Gion Tōji replied.\n\n\"I wouldn't have asked for one if I didn't!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seijūrō snapped impatiently. \"I don't care to have people see the son of Yoshioka Kempō walking about in a place like this.\"\n\nTōji laughed. \"But it just attracts attention. All the women around here know that if you hide your face under a hat, you must be from a good family and probably a rich one. Of course, there are other reasons why they won't leave you alone, but that's one of them.\"\n\nTōji was, as usual, both teasing and flattering his master. He turned and ordered one of the men to get the hat and stood waiting for him to thread his way through the lanterns and merrymakers. The errand accomplished, Seijūrō donned the hat and began to feel more relaxed.\n\n\"In that hat,\" commented Tōji, \"you look more than ever like the fashionable man about town.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning to the others, he continued his flattery indirectly. \"See, the women are all leaning out their doors to get a good look at him.\"\n\nTōji's sycophancy aside, Seijūrō did cut a fine figure. With two highly polished scabbards hanging from his side, he exuded the dignity and class one would expect from the son of a well-to-do family. No straw hat could stop the women from calling out to him as he walked.\n\n\"Hey there, handsome! Why hide your face under that silly hat?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on, over here! I want to see what's under there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, don't be shy. Give us a peek.\"\n\nSeijūrō reacted to these teasing come-ons by trying to look even taller and more dignified. It had only been a short time since Tōji had first persuaded him to set foot in the district, and it still embarrassed him to be seen there. Born the eldest son of the famous swordsman Yoshioka Kempō, he had never lacked money, but he had remained until recently unacquainted with the seamier side of life. The attention he was getting made his pulse race. He still felt enough shame to hide, though as a rich man's spoiled son he'd always been something of a show-off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The flattery of his entourage, no less than the flirting of the women, bolstered his ego like sweet poison.\n\n\"Why, it's the master from Shijō Avenue!\" one of the women exclaimed. \"Why are you hiding your face? You're not fooling anybody.\"\n\n\"How does that woman know who I am?\" Seijūrō growled at Tōji, pretending to be offended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's easy,\" the woman said before Tōji could open his mouth." }, { "from": "system", "value": "can you add this somewhere in your response:\n\"Everybody knows that the people at the Yoshioka School like to wear that dark brown color. It is called 'Yoshioka dye,' you know, and it's very popular around here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everybody knows that the people at the Yoshioka School like to wear that dark brown color. It is called 'Yoshioka dye,' you know, and it's very popular around here.\"\n\n\"That's true, but as you say, a lot of people wear it.\"\n\n\"Yes, but they don't have the three-circle crest on their kimonos.\"\n\nSeijūrō looked down at his sleeve. \"I must be more careful,\" he said as a hand from behind the lattice reached out and latched onto the garment.\n\n\"My, my,\" said Tōji." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He hid his face but not his crest. He must have wanted to be recognized. I don't think we can really avoid going in here now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do whatever you want,\" said Seijūrō, looking uncomfortable, \"but make her let go of my sleeve.\"\n\n\"Let go, woman,\" Tōji roared. \"He says we're coming in!\"\n\nThe students crowded in under the shop curtain. The room they entered was so tastelessly decorated with vulgar pictures and messily arranged flowers that it was difficult for Seijūrō to feel at ease. The others, however, took no notice of the shabbiness of their surroundings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bring on the sake!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tōji demanded, also ordering assorted tidbits.\n\nAfter the food arrived, Ueda Ryōhei, who was Tōji's match with a sword, cried, \"Bring on the women!\" The order was given in exactly the same surly tone Tōji had used to order their food and drink.\n\n\"Hey, old Ueda says bring the women!\" the others chorused, mimicking Ryōhei's voice.\n\n\"I don't like being called old,\" Ryōhei said, scowling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's true I've been at the school longer than any of you, but you won't find a gray hair on my head.\"\n\n\"You probably dye it.\"\n\n\"Whoever said that come forward and drink a cup as punishment!\"\n\n\"Too much trouble. Throw it here!\"\n\nThe sake cup sailed through the air.\n\n\"Here's the repayment!\" And another cup flew through the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, somebody dance!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seijūrō called out, \"You dance, Ryōhei! Dance, and show us how young you are!\"\n\n\"I am prepared, sir. Watch!\" Going to the corner of the veranda, he tied a maid's red apron around the back of his head, stuck a plum blossom in the knot and seized a broom.\n\n\"Why, look! He's going to do the Dance of the Hida Maiden! Let's hear the song too, Tōji!\"\n\nHe invited them all to join in, and they began rapping rhythmically on the dishes with their chopsticks, while one man clanged the fire tongs against the edge of the brazier.\n\nAcross the bamboo fence, the bamboo fence, the bamboo fence," }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'today' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I caught sight of a long-sleeved kimono,\n\nA long-sleeved kimono in the snow...\n\nDrowned in applause after the first verse, Tōji bowed out, and the women took up where he had left off, accompanying themselves on shamisen.\n\nThe girl I saw yesterday\n\nIs not here today.\n\nThe girl I see today," }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'll not be here tomorrow." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'thanks'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know not what the morrow will bring,\n\nI want to love her today.\n\nIn one corner, a student held up a huge bowl of sake to a comrade and said, \"Say, why don't you down this in one gulp?\"\n\n\"No, thanks.\"\n\n\"No, thanks? You call yourself a samurai, and you can't even put this away?\"\n\n\"Sure I can. But if I do, you have to too!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fair enough!\"\n\nThe contest began, with them gulping like horses at the trough and dribbling sake out of the corners of their mouths. An hour or so later a couple of them started vomiting, while others were reduced to immobility and blankly staring bloodshot eyes.\n\nOne, whose customary bluster became more strident the more he drank, declaimed, \"Does anyone in this country besides the Young Master truly understand the techniques of the Kyōhachi Style? If there is—hic—I want to meet him... Oops!\"\n\nAnother stalwart, seated near Seijūrō, laughed and stammered through his hiccups. \"He's piling on the flattery because the Young Master's here. There are other schools of martial arts besides the ones here in Kyoto, and the Yoshioka School's not necessarily the greatest anymore. In Kyoto alone, there's the school of Toda Seigen in Kurotani, and there's Ogasawara Genshinsai in Kitano. And let's not forget Itō Ittōsai in Shirakawa, even though he doesn't take students.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what's so wonderful about them?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'belittling' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I mean, we shouldn't get the idea we're the only swordsmen in the world.\"\n\n\"You simple-minded bastard!\" shouted a man whose pride had been offended. \"Come forward!\"\n\n\"Like this?\" retorted the critic, standing up.\n\n\"You're a member of this school, and you're belittling Yoshioka Kempō's style?\"\n\n\"I'm not belittling it! It's just that things aren't what they used to be in the old days when the master taught the shōguns and was considered the greatest of swordsmen. There are far more people practicing the Way of the Sword these days, not only in Kyoto but in Edo, Hitachi, Echizen, the home provinces, the western provinces, Kyushu—all over the country. Just because Yoshioka Kempō was famous doesn't mean the Young Master and all of us are the greatest swordsmen alive. It's just not true, so why kid ourselves?\"\n\n\"Coward! You pretend to be a samurai, but you're afraid of other schools!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who's afraid of them? I just think we should guard ourselves against becoming complacent.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And who are you to be giving warnings?\" With this the offended student punched the other in the chest, knocking him down.\n\n\"You want to fight?\" growled the fallen man.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm ready.\"\n\nThe seniors, Gion Tōji and Ueda Ryōhei, intervened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop it, you two!\" Jumping to their feet, they pulled the two men apart and tried to smooth their ruffled feathers.\n\n\"Quiet down now!\"\n\n\"We all understand how you feel.\"\n\nA few more cups of sake were poured into the combatants, and presently things were back to normal. The firebrand was once again eulogizing himself and the others, while the critic, his arm draped around Ryōhei, pleaded his case tearfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I only spoke up for the sake of the school,\" he sobbed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If people keep spouting flattery, Yoshioka Kempō's reputation will eventually be ruined. Ruined, I tell you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seijūrō alone remained relatively sober. Noticing this, Tōji said, \"You're not enjoying the party, are you?\"\n\n\"Unh. Do you think they really enjoy it? I wonder.\"\n\n\"Sure; this is their idea of a good time.\"\n\n\"I don't see how, when they carry on like that.\"\n\n\"Look, why don't we go someplace quieter? I've had enough of this too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seijūrō, looking much relieved, quickly assented." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'that's' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd like to go to the place we were at last night.\"\n\n\"You mean the Yomogi?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"That's much nicer. I thought all along you wanted to go there, but it would've been a waste of money to take along this bunch of oafs. That's why I steered them here—it's cheap.\"\n\n\"Let's sneak out, then. Ryōhei can take care of the rest.\"\n\n\"Just pretend you're going to the toilet. I'll come along in a few minutes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seijūrō skillfully disappeared. No one noticed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Outside a house not far away, a woman stood on tiptoe, trying to hang a lantern back on its nail. The wind had blown out the candle, and she had taken it down to relight it. Her back was stretched out under the eaves, and her recently washed hair fell loosely around her face. Strands of hair and the shadows from the lantern made lightly shifting patterns on her outstretched arms. A hint of plum blossoms floated on the evening breeze.\n\n\"Okō! Shall I hang it for you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, it's the Young Master,\" she said with surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait a minute.\" When the man came forward, she saw that it was not Seijūrō but Tōji.\n\n\"Will that do?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yes, that's fine. Thank you.\"\n\nBut Tōji squinted at the lantern, decided it was crooked, and rehung it. It was amazing to Okō how some men, who would flatly refuse to lend a hand in their own homes, could be so helpful and considerate when visiting a place like hers. Often they would open or close the windows for themselves, get out their own cushions, and do a dozen other little chores they'd never dream of doing under their own roofs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tōji, pretending not to have heard, showed his master indoors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seijūrō, as soon as he was seated, said, \"It's awfully quiet.\"\n\n\"I'll open the door to the veranda,\" said Tōji.\n\nBelow the narrow veranda rippled the waters of the Takase River. To the south, beyond the small bridge at Sanjō Avenue, lay the broad compound of the Zuisenin, the dark expanse of Teramachi—the \"Town of Temples\"—and a field of miscanthus. This was near Kayahara, where Toyotomi Hideyoshi's troops had slain the wife, concubines and children of his nephew, the murderous regent Hidetsugu, an event still fresh in many people's memory.\n\nTōji was getting nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's still too quiet. Where are the women hiding? They don't seem to have any other customers tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He fidgeted a bit. \"I wonder what's taking Okō so long. She hasn't even brought us our tea.\" When his impatience made him so jumpy he could no longer sit still, he got up to go see why the tea hadn't been served.\n\nAs he stepped out onto the veranda, he nearly collided with Akemi, who was carrying a gold-lacquered tray. The little bell in her obi tinkled as she exclaimed, \"Be careful! You'll make me spill the tea!\"\n\n\"Why are you so late with it? The Young Master's here; I thought you liked him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See, I've spilled some. It's your fault. Go fetch me a rag.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha! Pretty sassy, aren't you? Where's Okō?\"\n\n\"Putting on her makeup, of course.\"\n\n\"You mean she's not finished yet?\"\n\n\"Well, we were busy during the daytime.\"\n\n\"Daytime? Who came during the daytime?\"\n\n\"That's none of your business. Please let me by.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stepped aside and Akemi entered the room and greeted the guest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good evening. It was good of you to come.\"\n\nSeijūrō, feigning nonchalance, looked aside and said, \"Oh, it's you, Akemi. Thanks for last night.\" He was embarrassed.\n\nFrom the tray she took a jar that looked like an incense burner and placed on it a pipe with a ceramic mouthpiece and bowl.\n\n\"Would you like a smoke?\" she asked politely.\n\n\"I thought tobacco was recently banned.\"\n\n\"It was, but everybody still smokes anyway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right, I'll have some.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll light it for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a pinch of tobacco from a pretty little mother-of-pearl box and stuffed it into the tiny bowl with her dainty fingers. Then she put the pipe to his mouth. Seijūrō, not being in the habit of smoking, handled it rather awkwardly.\n\n\"Hmm, bitter, isn't it?\" he said. Akemi giggled. \"Where did Tōji go?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's probably in Mother's room.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He seems fond of Okō. At least, it looks that way to me. I suspect he comes here without me sometimes. Does he?\" Akemi laughed but did not answer. \"What's funny about that? I think your mother rather likes him too.\"\n\n\"I really wouldn't know!\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure of it! Absolutely sure! It's a cozy arrangement, isn't it? Two happy couples—your mother and Tōji, you and me.\"\n\nLooking as innocent as he could, he put his hand on top of Akemi's, which was resting on her knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Primly, she brushed it away, but this only made Seijūrō bolder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As she started to rise, he put his arm around her thin waist and drew her to him.\n\n\"You don't have to run away,\" he said. \"I'm not going to hurt you.\"\n\n\"Let go of me!\" she protested.\n\n\"All right, but only if you sit down again.\"\n\n\"The sake... I'll just go and get some.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want any.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if I don't bring it, Mother'll get angry.\"\n\n\"Your mother's in the other room, having a nice chat with Tōji.\"\n\nHe tried to rub his cheek against her lowered face, but she turned her head away and called frantically for help. \"Mother! Mother!\" He released her and she flew toward the back of the house.\n\nSeijūrō was becoming frustrated. He was lonely but didn't really want to force himself on the girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not knowing what to do with himself, he grunted out loud, \"I'm going home,\" and started tramping down the outer corridor, his face growing more crimson with each step.\n\n\"Young Master, where are you going? You're not leaving, are you?\" Seemingly from out of nowhere, Okō appeared behind him and rushed down the hall. As she put her arm about him, he noticed that her hair was in place and her makeup was in order. She summoned Tōji to the rescue, and together they persuaded Seijūrō to go back and sit down. Okō brought sake and tried to cheer him up, then Tōji led Akemi back into the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the girl saw how crestfallen Seijūrō was, she flashed a smile at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Akemi, pour the Young Master some sake.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mother,\" she said obediently.\n\n\"You see how she is, don't you?\" said Okō. \"Why does she always want to act like a child?\"\n\n\"That's her charm—she's young,\" said Tōji, sliding his cushion up closer to the table.\n\n\"But she's already twenty-one.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Twenty-one? I didn't think she was that old. She's so small she looks about sixteen or seventeen!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Akemi, suddenly as full of life as a minnow, said, \"Really? That makes me happy, because I'd like to be sixteen all my life. Something wonderful happened to me when I was sixteen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she said, clasping her hands to her breast. \"I can't tell anybody about it, but it happened. When I was sixteen. Do you know what province I was in then? That was the year of the Battle of Sekigahara.\"\n\nWith a menacing look, Okō said, \"Chatterbox! Stop boring us with your talk. Go and get your shamisen.\"\n\nPouting slightly, Akemi stood up and went for her instrument. When she returned, she started playing and singing a song, more intent, it seemed, upon amusing herself than upon pleasing the guests." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight then," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it's to be cloudy,\n\nLet it be cloudy,\n\nHiding the moon\n\nI can see only through my tears.\n\nBreaking off, she said, \"Do you understand, Tōji?\"\n\n\"I'm not sure. Sing some more.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even in the darkest night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do not lose my way.\n\nBut oh! How you fascinate me!\n\n\"She is twenty-one, after all,\" said Tōji.\n\nSeijūrō, who had been sitting silently with his forehead resting on his hand, came to life and said, \"Akemi, let's have a cup of sake together.\"\n\nHe handed her the cup and filled it from the sake warmer. She drank it down without flinching and briskly handed him back the cup to drink from." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somewhat surprised, Seijūrō said, \"You know how to drink, don't you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finishing off his draft, he offered her another, which she accepted and downed with alacrity. Apparently dissatisfied with the cup's size, she took out a larger one and for the next half hour matched him drink for drink.\n\nSeijūrō marveled. There she was, looking like a sixteen-year-old girl, with lips that had never been kissed and an eye that shrank with shyness, and yet she was putting away her sake like a man. In that tiny body, where did it all go?\n\n\"You may as well give up now,\" Okō said to Seijūrō. \"For some reason the child can drink all night without getting drunk. The best thing to do is to let her play the shamisen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But this is fun!\" said Seijūrō, now thoroughly enjoying himself.\n\nSensing something strange in his voice, Tōji asked, \"Are you all right? Sure you haven't had too much?\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter. Say, Tōji, I may not go home tonight!\"\n\n\"That's all right too,\" replied Tōji. \"You can stay as many nights as you wish—can't he, Akemi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tōji winked at Okó, then led her off to another room, where he began whispering rapidly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He told Okō that with the Young Master in such high spirits, he would certainly want to sleep with Akemi, and that there would be trouble if Akemi refused; but that, of course, a mother's feelings were the most important thing of all in cases like this—or in other words, how much?\n\n\"Well?\" Tōji demanded abruptly.\n\nOkō put her finger to her thickly powdered cheek and thought.\n\n\"Make up your mind!\" urged Tōji. Drawing closer to her, he said, \"It's not a bad match, you know. He's a famous teacher of the martial arts, and his family has lots of money. His father had more disciples than anybody else in the country. What's more, he's not married yet. Any way you look at it, it's an attractive offer.\"\n\n\"Well, I think so too, but—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But nothing. It's settled! We'll both spend the night.\"\n\nThere was no light in the room, and Tōji casually rested his hand on Okō's shoulder. At just that moment, there was a loud noise in the next room back.\n\n\"What was that?\" asked Tōji. \"Do you have other customers?\"\n\nOkō nodded silently, then put her moist lips to his ear and whispered, \"Later.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trying to appear casual, the two went back to Seijūrō's room, only to find him alone and sound asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tōji, taking the adjacent room, stretched out on the pallet. He lay there, drumming his fingers on the tatami, waiting for Okō. She failed to appear. Eventually his eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off to sleep. He woke up quite late the next morning with a resentful look on his face.\n\nSeijūrō had already arisen and was again drinking in the room overlooking the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Both Okō and Akemi looked bright and cheerful, as though they'd forgotten about the night before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were coaxing Seijūrō into some sort of promise.\n\n\"Then you'll take us?\"\n\n\"All right, we'll go. Put together some box lunches and bring some sake.\"\n\nThey were talking about the Okuni Kabuki, which was being performed on the riverbank at Shijō Avenue. This was a new kind of dance with words and music, the current rage in the capital. It had been invented by a shrine maiden named Okuni at the Izumo Shrine, and its popularity had already inspired many imitations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the busy area along the river, there were rows of stages where troupes of women performers competed to attract audiences, each trying to achieve a degree of individuality by adding special provincial dances and songs to their repertoire. The actresses, for the most part, had started out as women of the night; now that they had taken to the stage, however, they were summoned to perform in some of the greatest mansions in the capital. Many of them took masculine names, dressed in men's clothing, and put on stirring performances as valiant warriors.\n\nSeijūrō sat staring out the door. Beneath the small bridge at Sanjō Avenue, women were bleaching cloth in the river; men on horseback were passing back and forth over the bridge.\n\n\"Aren't those two ready yet?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked irritably. It was already past noon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sluggish from drink and tired of waiting, he was no longer in the mood for Kabuki.\n\nTōji, still smarting from the night before, was not his usual ebullient self. \"It's fun to take women out,\" he grumbled, \"but why is it that just when you're ready to leave, they suddenly start worrying about whether their hair is just right or their obi straight? What a nuisance!\"\n\nSeijūrō's thoughts turned to his school. He seemed to hear the sound of wooden swords and the clack of lance handles. What were his students saying about his absence?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No doubt his younger brother, Denshichirō, was clicking his tongue in disapproval.\n\n\"Tōji,\" he said, \"I don't really want to take them to see Kabuki. Let's go home.\"\n\n\"After you've already promised?\"\n\n\"Well... \"\n\n\"They were so thrilled! They'll be furious if we back out. I'll go and hurry them up.\"\n\nOn his way down the hallway, Tōji glanced into a room where the women's clothes were strewn about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was surprised to see neither of them." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where can they have got to?\" he wondered aloud." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next nine sentences. The story may reference existing characters and events - incorporate them as presented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi himself ended the bloodshed. Since his challenge had been accepted, he had no qualms about the casualties, but he announced, \"There's no point in continuing until Seijūrō returns,\" and refused to fight anymore. There being no alternative, he was shown, at his own request, to a room where he could wait. Only then did one man come to his senses and call for the doctor.\n\nIt was soon after the doctor left that voices screaming out the names of two of the wounded brought a dozen men to the back room. They clustered around the two samurai in stunned disbelief, their faces ashen and their breathing uneven. Both were dead.\n\nFootsteps hurried through the dōjō and into the death room. The students made way for Seijūrō and Tōji. Both were as pale as though they'd just emerged from an icy waterfall." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'kempō' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's going on here?\" demanded Tōji. \"What's the meaning of all this?\" His tone was surly, as usual.\n\nA samurai kneeling grim-faced by the pillow of one of his dead companions fixed accusing eyes on Tōji and said, \"You should explain what's going on. You're the one who takes the Young Master out carousing. Well, this time you've gone too far!\"\n\n\"Watch your tongue, or I'll cut it out!\"\n\n\"When Master Kempō was alive, a day never passed when he wasn't in the dōjō!\"\n\n\"What of it? The Young Master wanted a little cheering up, so we went to the Kabuki. What do you mean, talking that way in front of him? Just who do you think you are?\"\n\n\"Does he have to stay out all night to see the Kabuki? Master Kempō must be turning in his grave.\"\n\n\"That's enough!\" cried Tōji, lunging toward the man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As others moved in and tried to separate and calm down the two, a voice heavy with pain rose slightly above the sound of the scuffle. \"If the Young Master's back, it's time to stop squabbling. It's up to him to retrieve the honor of the school. That rōnin can't leave here alive.\"\n\nSeveral of the wounded screamed and pounded on the floor. Their agitation was an eloquent rebuke to those who had not faced Musashi's sword.\n\nTo the samurai of this age, the most important thing in the world was honor. As a class, they virtually competed with each other to see who would be the first to die for it. The government had until recently been too busy with its wars to work out an adequate administrative system for a country at peace, and even Kyoto was governed only by a set of loose, makeshift regulations. Still, the emphasis of the warrior class on personal honor was respected by farmers and townsmen alike, and it played a role in preserving peace. A general consensus regarding what constituted honorable behavior, and what did not, made it possible for the people to govern themselves even with inadequate laws." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men of the Yoshioka School, though uncultured, were by no means shameless degenerates. When after the initial shock of defeat they returned to their normal selves, the first thing they thought of was honor. The honor of their school, the honor of the master, their own personal honor.\n\nPutting aside individual animosities, a large group gathered around Seijūrō to discuss what was to be done. Unfortunately, on this of all days, Seijūrō felt bereft of fighting spirit. At the moment when he should have been at his best, he was hung over, weak and exhausted.\n\n\"Where is the man?\" he asked, as he hitched up his kimono sleeves with a leather thong.\n\n\"He's in the small room next to the reception room,\" said one student, pointing across the garden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call him!\" Seijūrō commanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth was dry from tension." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat down in the master's place, a small raised platform, and prepared himself to receive Musashi's greeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Choosing one of the wooden swords proffered by his disciples, he held it upright beside him.\n\nThree or four men acknowledged the command and started to leave, but Tōji and Ryōhei told them to wait.\n\nThere ensued a good deal of whispering, just out of Seijūrō's earshot. The muted consultations centered around Tōji and other of the school's senior disciples. Before long family members and a few retainers joined in, and there were so many heads present that the gathering split into groups. Though heated, the controversy was settled in a relatively short time.\n\nThe majority, not only concerned about the school's fate but uncomfortably aware of Seijūrō's shortcomings as a fighter, concluded that it would be unwise to let him face Musashi man to man, then and there. With two dead and several wounded, if Seijūrō were to lose, the crisis facing the school would become extraordinarily grave. It was too great a risk to take." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The unspoken opinion of most of the men was that if Denshichirō were present, there would be little cause for alarm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In general, it was thought that he would have been better suited than Seijūrō to carry on his father's work, but being the second son and having no serious responsibilities, he was an exceedingly easygoing type." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That morning he had left the house with friends to go to Ise and hadn't even bothered to say when he'd return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tōji approached Seijūrō and said, \"We've reached a conclusion.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Seijūrō listened to the whispered report, his face grew more and more indignant, until finally he gasped with barely controlled fury, \"Trick him?\"\n\nTōji tried to silence him with his eyes, but Seijūrō was not to be silenced. \"I can't agree to anything like that! It's cowardly. What if word got out that the Yoshioka School was so afraid of an unknown warrior that it hid and ambushed him?\"\n\n\"Calm down,\" Tōji pleaded, but Seijūrō continued to protest. Drowning him out, Tōji said loudly, \"Leave it to us. We'll take care of it.\"\n\nBut Seijūrō would have none of it. \"Do you think that I, Yoshioka Seijūrō, would lose to this Musashi, or whatever his name is?\"\n\n\"Oh, no, it's not that at all,\" lied Tōji. \"It's just that we don't see how you would gain any honor by defeating him. You're of much too high a status to take on a brazen vagabond like that. Anyway, there's no reason why anybody outside this house should know anything about it, is there? Only one thing is important—not to let him get away alive.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even while they argued, the number of men in the hall shrank by more than half. As quietly as cats, they were disappearing into the garden, toward the back door and into the inner rooms, fading almost imperceptibly into the darkness.\n\n\"Young Master, we can't put it off any longer,\" Tōji said firmly, and blew out the lamp. He loosened his sword in its scabbard and raised his kimono sleeves.\n\nSeijūrō remained seated. Though to some extent relieved at not having to fight the stranger, he was by no means happy. The implication, as he saw it, was that his disciples had a low opinion of his ability. He thought back on how he had neglected practice since his father's death, and the thought made him despondent.\n\nThe house grew as cold and quiet as the bottom of a well. Unable to sit still, Seijūrō got up and stood by the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Through the paper-covered doors of the room given Musashi, he could see the softly flickering light of the lamp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the only light anywhere.\n\nQuite a number of other eyes were peering in the same direction. The attackers, their swords on the ground in front of them, held their breath and listened intently for any sound that might tell them what Musashi was up to.\n\nTōji, whatever his shortcomings, had experienced the training of a samurai. He was trying desperately to figure out what Musashi might do. \"He's completely unknown in the capital, but he's a great fighter. Could he just be sitting silently in that room? Our approach has been quiet enough, but with this many people pressing in on him, he must have noticed. Anyone trying to make it through life as a warrior would notice; otherwise he'd be dead by now.\n\n\"Mm, maybe he's dozed off. It rather looks that way." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'first' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After all, he's been waiting a long time.\n\n\"On the other hand, he's already proved he's clever. He's probably standing there fully prepared for battle, leaving the lamp lit to put us off guard, just waiting for the first man to attack.\n\n\"That must be it. That is it!\"\n\nThe men were edgily cautious, for the target of their murderous intent would be just as eager to slay them. They exchanged glances, silently asking who would be the first to run forward and risk his life.\n\nFinally the wily Tōji, who was just outside Musashi's room, called out, \"Musashi! Sorry to have kept you waiting! Could I see you for a moment?\"\n\nThere being no answer, Tōji concluded that Musashi was indeed ready and waiting for the attack. Vowing not to let him escape, Tōji signaled to right and left, then aimed a kick at the shoji." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dislodged from its groove by the blow, the bottom of the door slid about two feet into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the sound, the men who were supposed to storm into the room unintentionally fell back a pace. But in a matter of seconds, someone shouted for the attack, and all the other doors of the room clattered open.\n\n\"He's not here!\"\n\n\"The room's empty!\"\n\nVoices full of restored courage muttered disbelievingly. Musashi had been sitting there just a short while ago, when someone had brought him the lamp. The lamp still burned, the cushion he had been sitting on was still there, the brazier still had a good fire in it, and there was a cup of untouched tea. But no Musashi!\n\nOne man ran out on the veranda and let the others know that he had gotten away. From under the veranda and from dark spots in the garden, students and retainers assembled, stamping the ground angrily and cursing the men who had been standing guard on the small room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guards, however, insisted that Musashi could not have gotten away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had walked down to the toilet less than an hour earlier but had returned to the room immediately. There was no way he could have gotten out without being seen.\n\n\"Are you saying he's invisible, like the wind?\" one man asked scornfully.\n\nJust then a man who had been poking around in a closet shouted, \"Here's how he got away! See, these floorboards have been ripped up.\"\n\n\"It hasn't been very long since the lamp was trimmed. He can't have gone far!\"\n\n\"After him!'\n\nIf Musashi had indeed fled, he must at heart be a coward! The thought fired his pursuers with the fighting spirit that had been so notably lacking a bit earlier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were streaming out the front, back and side gates when someone yelled, \"There he is!\"\n\nNear the back gate, a figure shot out of the shadows, crossed the street and entered a dark alley on the other side. Running like a hare, it swerved off to one side when it reached the wall at the end of the alley. Two or three of the students caught up with the man on the road between the Kūyadō and the burned ruins of the Honnōji.\n\n\"Coward!\"\n\n\"Run away, will you?\"\n\n\"After what you did today?\"\n\nThere was the sound of heavy scuffling and kicking, and a defiant howl. The captured man had regained his strength and was turning on his captors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In an instant, the three men who had been dragging him by the back of his neck plummeted to the ground. The man's sword was about to descend on them when a fourth man ran up and shouted, \"Wait! It's a mistake! He's not the one we're after.\"\n\nMatahachi lowered his sword and the men got to their feet.\n\n\"Hey, you're right! That's not Musashi.\"\n\nAs they were standing there looking perplexed, Tōji arrived on the scene. \"Did you catch him?\" he asked.\n\n\"Uh, wrong man—not the one who caused all the trouble.\"\n\nTōji took a closer look at the captive and said with astonishment, \"Is that the man you were chasing?\"\n\n\"Yes. You know him?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I saw him just today at the Yomogi Teahouse.\"\n\nWhile they eyed Matahachi silently and suspiciously, he calmly straightened his tousled hair and brushed off his kimono.\n\n\"Is he the master of the Yomogi?\"\n\n\"No, the mistress of the place told me he wasn't. He seems to be just a hanger-on of some sort.\"\n\n\"He looks shady, all right. What was he doing around the gate? Spying?\"\n\nBut Tōji had already started to move on. \"If we waste time with him, we'll lose Musashi. Split up and get moving. If nothing else, we can at least find out where he's staying.\"\n\nThere was a murmur of assent and they were off.\n\nMatahachi, facing the moat of the Honnōji, stood silently with his head bowed while the men ran by." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the last one passed, he called out to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man stopped. \"What do you want?\" he asked.\n\nGoing toward him, Matahachi asked, \"How old was this man called Musashi?\"\n\n\"How would I know?\"\n\n\"Would you say he was about my age?\"\n\n\"I guess that's about right. Yes.\"\n\n\"Is he from the village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka Province?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"I guess 'Musashi' is another way of reading the two characters used to write 'Takezō,' isn't it?\"\n\n\"Why are you asking all these questions? Is he a friend of yours?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, no. I was just wondering.\"\n\n\"Well, in the future, why don't you just stay away from places where you don't belong? Otherwise you might find yourself in some real trouble one of these days.\" With that warning, the man ran off.\n\nMatahachi started walking slowly beside the dark moat, stopping occasionally to look up at the stars. He didn't seem to have any particular destination.\n\n\"It is him after all!\" he decided. \"He must have changed his name to Musashi and become a swordsman. I guess he must be pretty different from the way he used to be.\" He slid his hands into his obi and began kicking a stone along with the toe of his sandal. Every time he kicked, he seemed to see Takezō's face before him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not the right time,\" he mumbled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd be ashamed for him to see me the way I am now. I've got enough pride not to want him to look down on me... If that Yoshioka bunch catches up with him, though, they're likely to kill him. Wonder where he is. I'd like to at least warn him.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with three sentences, emulating the writing style of Eiji Yoshikawa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yagyū Valley lies at the foot of Mount Kasagi, northeast of Nara. In the early seventeenth century, it was the site of a prosperous little community, too large to be described as a mere village, yet not populous or bustling enough to be called a town. It might naturally have been called Kasagi Village, but instead its inhabitants referred to their home as the Kambe Demesne, a name inherited from the bygone age of the great privately owned manorial estates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the middle of the community stood the Main House, a castle that served as both a symbol of governmental stability and the cultural center of the region." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stone ramparts, reminiscent of ancient fortresses, surrounded the Main House. The people of the area, as well as their lord's ancestors, had been comfortably settled there since the tenth century, and the present ruler was a country squire in the best tradition, who spread culture among his subjects and was at all times prepared to protect his territory with his life. At the same time, however, he carefully avoided any serious involvement in the wars and feuds of his fellow lords in other districts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In short, it was a peaceful fief, governed in an enlightened manner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here one saw no traces of the depravity or degeneracy associated with footloose samurai; it was quite unlike Nara, where ancient temples celebrated in history and folklore were being left to go to seed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Disruptive elements simply were not permitted to enter into the life of this community.\n\nThe setting itself militated against ugliness. The mountains in the Kasagi Range were no less strikingly beautiful at eventide than at sunrise, and the water was pure and clean—ideal water, it was said, for making tea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The plum blossoms of Tsukigase were nearby, and nightingales sang from the season of the melting snow to that of the thunderstorms, their tones as crystal clear as the waters of the mountain streams.\n\nA poet once wrote that \"in the place where a hero is born, the mountains and rivers are fresh and clear.\" If no hero had been born in Yagyū Valley, the poet's words would have been empty; but this was indeed a birthplace of heroes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No better proof could be offered than the lords of Yagyū themselves. In this great house even the retainers were men of nobility. Many had come from the rice fields, distinguished themselves in battle, and gone on to become loyal and competent aides." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yagyū Muneyoshi Sekishūsai, now that he'd retired, had taken up residence in a small mountain house some distance behind the Main House. He no longer showed any interest in local government, and had no idea who was in direct control at the moment. He had a number of capable sons and grandsons, as well as trustworthy retainers to assist and guide them, and he was safe in assuming that the people were being as well governed as they had been when he was in charge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Musashi arrived in this district, about ten days had passed since the battle on Hannya Plain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the way he had visited some temples, Kasagidera and Jōruriji, where he'd seen relics of the Kemmu era. He put up at the local inn with the intention of relaxing for a time, physically and spiritually.\n\nDressed informally, he went out one day for a walk with Jōtarō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's amazing,\" said Musashi, his eyes roving over the crops in the fields and the farmers going about their work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amazing,\" he repeated several times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finally Jōtarō asked, \"What's amazing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For him, the most amazing thing was the way Musashi was talking to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Since leaving Mimasaka, I've been in Settsu, Kawachi and Izumi provinces, Kyoto and Nara, and I've never seen a place like this.\"\n\n\"Well, so what? What's so different about it?\"\n\n\"For one thing, there are lots of trees in the mountains here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō laughed. \"Trees? There are trees everywhere. Well, aren't there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, but here it's different. All the trees in Yagyū are old. That means there haven't been any wars here, no enemy troops burning or cutting down the forests. It also means there haven't been any famines, at least for a long, long time.\"\n\n\"That's all?\"\n\n\"No. The fields are green too, and the new barley has been well trampled to strengthen the roots and make it grow well. Listen! Can't you hear the sound of spinning wheels? It seems to be coming from every house. And haven't you noticed that when travelers in fine clothing pass by, the farmers don't look at them enviously?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'district' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anything else?\"\n\n\"As you can see, there are many young girls working the fields. This means that the district is well off, that life is normal here. The children are growing up healthy, the old people are treated with due respect, and the young men and women aren't running off to live uncertain lives in other places. It's a safe bet that the lord of the district is wealthy, and that the swords and guns in his armory are kept polished and in the best condition.\"\n\n\"I don't see anything so interesting in all that,\" complained Jōtarō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hmm, I don't imagine you would.\"\n\n\"Anyway, you didn't come here to admire the scenery. Aren't you going to fight the samurai in the House of Yagyū?\"\n\n\"Fighting isn't all there is to the Art of War. The men who think that way, and are satisfied to have food to eat and a place to sleep, are mere vagabonds. A serious student is much more concerned with training his mind and disciplining his spirit than with developing martial skills. He has to learn about all sorts of things—geography, irrigation, the people's feelings, their manners and customs, their relationship with the lord of their territory. He wants to know what goes on inside the castle, not just what goes on outside it. He wants, essentially, to go everywhere he can and learn everything he can.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi realized this lecture probably meant little to Jōtarō, but he felt it necessary to be honest with the child and not give him halfway answers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He showed no impatience at the boy's many questions, and as they walked along, he continued to give thoughtful and serious replies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After they had seen what there was to see of the exterior of Koyagyū Castle, as the Main House was properly known, and taken a good look all around the valley, they started back to the inn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only one inn, but it was a large one. The road was a section of the Iga highroad, and many people making pilgrimages to the Jōruriji or Kasagidera stayed the night here. In the evening, ten or twelve packhorses were always to be found tied to the trees near the entrance or under the front eaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The maid who followed them to their room asked, \"Have you been out for a walk?\" In her mountain-climbing trousers, she might have been mistaken for a boy, were it not for her girl's red obi. Without waiting for an answer, she said, \"You can take your bath now, if you like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi started for the bathroom, while Jōtarō, sensing that here was a new friend of his own age, asked, \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" answered the girl.\n\n\"You must be crazy if you don't know your own name.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Kocha.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a funny name.\" Jōtarō laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's funny about it?\" demanded Kocha, striking him with her fist.\n\n\"She hit me!\" yelled Jōtarō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the folded clothing on the floor of the anteroom, Musashi knew there were other people in the bath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took off his own clothes and opened the door into the steamy bathroom. There were three men, talking jovially, but catching sight of his brawny body, they stopped as though a foreign element had been introduced into their midst.\n\nMusashi slipped into the communal bath with a contented sigh, his six-foot frame causing the hot water to overflow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason, this startled the three men, and one of them looked straight at Musashi, who had leaned his head against the edge of the pool and closed his eyes.\n\nGradually they took up their conversation where they had left off. They were washing themselves outside the pool; the skin on their backs was white and their muscles pliant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were apparently city people, for their manner of speech was polished and urbane." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'yagyū' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was his name—the samurai from the House of Yagyū?\"\n\n\"I think he said it was Shōda Kizaemon.\"\n\n\"If Lord Yagyū sends a retainer to convey a refusal to a match, he can't be as good as he's said to be.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"According to Shōda, Sekishūsai's retired and never fights anyone anymore. Do you suppose that's the truth, or was he just making it up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I don't think it's true. It's much more likely that when he heard the second son of the House of Yoshioka was challenging him, he decided to play it safe.\"\n\n\"Well, he was tactful at least, sending fruit and saying he hoped we'd enjoy our stopover.\"\n\nYoshioka? Musashi lifted his head and opened his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having overheard someone mention Denshichirō's trip to Ise while he was at the Yoshioka School, Musashi assumed that the three men were on their way back to Kyoto." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of them must be Denshichirō. Which one?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't have much luck with baths,\" thought Musashi ruefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"First Osugi tricked me into taking a bath, and now, again with no clothes on, I run into one of the Yoshiokas. He's bound to have heard of what happened at the school. If he knew my name was Miyamoto, he'd be out that door and back with his sword in no time.\"\n\nBut the three paid him no attention. To judge from their talk, as soon as they had arrived they had sent a letter to the House of Yagyū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently Sekishūsai had had some connection with Yoshioka Kempō back in the days when Kempō was tutor to the shōguns. No doubt because of this, Sekishūsai could not let Kempō's son go away without acknowledging his letter and had therefore sent Shōda to pay a courtesy call at the inn.\n\nIn response to this, the best these city youths could say was that Sekishūsai was \"tactful,\" that he had decided to \"play it safe,\" and that he couldn't be \"as good as he's said to be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They seemed exceedingly satisfied with themselves, but Musashi thought them ridiculous. In contrast to what he had seen of Koyagyū Castle and the enviable state of the area's inhabitants, they appeared to have nothing better to offer than clever conversation.\n\nIt reminded him of a saying about the frog at the bottom of a well, unable to see what was going on in the outside world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes, he was thinking, it works the other way around. These pampered young sons of Kyoto were in a position to see what was happening at the center of things and to know what was going on everywhere, but it would not have occurred to them that while they were watching the great open sea, somewhere else, at the bottom of a deep well, a frog was steadily growing larger and stronger. Here in Koyagyū, well away from the country's political and economic center, sturdy samurai had for decades been leading a healthy rural life, preserving the ancient virtues, correcting their weak points and growing in stature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With the passage of time, Koyagyū had produced Yagyū Muneyoshi, a great master of the martial arts, and his son Lord Munenori of Tajima, whose prowess had been recognized by Ieyasu himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there were also Muneyoshi's older sons, Gorōzaemon and Toshikatsu, famous throughout the land for their bravery, and his grandson Hyōgo Toshitoshi, whose prodigious feats had earned him a highly paid position under the renowned general Katō Kiyomasa of Higo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fame and prestige, the House of Yagyū did not rank with the House of Yoshioka, but in terms of ability, the difference was a thing of the past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Denshichirō and his companions were blind to their own arrogance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi, nevertheless, felt a little sorry for them.\n\nHe went over to a corner where water was piped into the room. Undoing his headband, he seized a handful of clay and began scrubbing his scalp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the first time in many weeks, he treated himself to the luxury of a good shampoo.\n\nIn the meantime, the men from Kyoto were finishing their bath.\n\n\"Ah, that felt good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed it did. Now why don't we have some girls in to pour our sake for us?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'splendid' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Splendid idea! Splendid!\"\n\nThe three finished drying themselves and left. After a thorough wash and another soak in the hot water, Musashi too dried off, tied up his hair, and went back to his room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There he found the boyish-looking Kocha in tears.\n\n\"What happened to you?\"\n\n\"It's that boy of yours, sir. Look where he hit me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's a lie!\" Jōtarō cried angrily from the opposite corner.\n\nMusashi was about to scold him, but Jōtarō protested, \"The dope said you were weak!\"\n\n\"That's not true. I didn't.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'anybody' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You did too!\"\n\n\"Sir, I didn't say you or anybody else was weak. This brat started bragging about how you were the greatest swordsman in the country, because you'd killed dozens of rōnin at Hannya Plain, and I said there wasn't anybody in Japan better with the sword than the lord of this district, and then he started slapping me on the cheeks.\"\n\nMusashi laughed. \"I see. He shouldn't have done that, and I'll give him a good scolding. I hope you'll forgive us. Jō!\" he said sternly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" said the boy, still sulking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go take a bath!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like to take baths.\"\n\n\"Neither do I,\" Musashi lied. \"But you, you're so sweaty you stink.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll go swimming in the river tomorrow morning.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'musashi' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy was becoming more and more stubborn as he grew more accustomed to Musashi, but Musashi did not really mind. In fact, he rather liked this side of Jōtarō. In the end, the boy did not go to the bath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before long Kocha brought the dinner trays." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They ate in silence, Jōtarō and the maid glaring at each other, while she served the meal.\n\nMusashi was preoccupied with his private objective of meeting Sekishūsai. Considering his own lowly status, perhaps this was asking too much, but maybe, just maybe, it was possible." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'yagyū' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I'm going to match arms with anybody,\" thought Musashi, \"it should be with somebody strong. It's worth risking my life to see whether I can overcome the great Yagyū name. There's no use in following the Way of the Sword if I haven't the courage to try.\"\n\nMusashi was aware that most people would laugh outright at him for entertaining the idea. Yagyū, though not one of the more prominent daimyō, was the master of a castle, his son was at the shōgun's court, and the whole family was steeped in the traditions of the warrior class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the new age now dawning, they were riding the crest of the times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This will be the true test,\" thought Musashi, who, even as he ate his rice, was preparing himself for the encounter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Peony\n\nThe old man's dignity had grown with the years, until now he resembled nothing so much as a majestic crane, while at the same time retaining the appearance and manner of the well-bred samurai. His teeth were sound, his eyes wonderfully sharp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll live to be a hundred,\" he frequently assured everyone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sekishūsai firmly believed this himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The House of Yagyū has always been long-lived,\" he liked to point out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ones who died in their twenties and thirties were killed in battle; all the others lived well beyond sixty.\" Among the countless wars he himself had taken part in were several major ones, including the revolt of the Miyoshi and the battles marking the rise and fall of the Matsunaga and Oda families.\n\nEven if Sekishūsai had not been born in such a family, his way of life, and especially his attitude after he reached old age, gave reason to believe he would live to reach a hundred." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the age of forty-seven, he had decided for personal reasons to give up warfare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing since had altered this resolution." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had turned a deaf ear to the entreaties of the shōgun Ashikaga Yoshiaki, as well as to repeated requests from Nobunaga and Hideyoshi to join forces with them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though he lived almost in the shadow of Kyoto and Osaka, he refused to become embroiled in the frequent battles of those centers of power and intrigue. He preferred to remain in Yagyū, like a bear in a cave, and tend his fifteen-thousand-bushel estate in such a way that it could be handed on to his descendants in good condition. Sekishūsai once remarked, \"I've done well to hold on to this estate. In this uncertain age, when leaders rise today and fall tomorrow, it's almost incredible that this one small castle has managed to survive intact.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was no exaggeration. If he had supported Yoshiaki, he would have fallen victim to Nobunaga, and if he had supported Nobunaga, he might well have run afoul of Hideyoshi. Had he accepted Hideyoshi's patronage, he would have been dispossessed by Ieyasu after the Battle of Sekigahara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His perspicacity, which people admired, was one factor, but to survive in such turbulent times, Sekishūsai had to have an inner fortitude lacking in the ordinary samurai of his time; they were all too apt to side with a man one day and shamelessly desert him the next, to look after their own interests—with no thought to propriety or integrity—or even to slaughter their own kinsmen should they interfere with personal ambitions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am unable to do things like that,\" Sekishūsai said simply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he was telling the truth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, he had not renounced the Art of War itself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the alcove of his living room hung a poem he had written himself. It said:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I have no clever method" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For doing well in life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rely only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the Art of War.\n\nIt is my final refuge.\n\nWhen he was invited by Ieyasu to visit Kyoto, Sekishūsai found it impossible not to accept and emerged from decades of serene seclusion to make his first visit to the shōgun's court." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With him he took his fifth son, Munenori, who was twenty-four, and his grandson Hyōgo, then only sixteen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ieyasu not only confirmed the venerable old warrior in his landholdings but asked him to become tutor in the martial arts to the House of Tokugawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sekishūsai, declining the honor on grounds of age, requested that Munenori be appointed in his stead, and this met with Ieyasu's approval." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The legacy Munenori carried with him to Edo encompassed more than a superb ability in martial arts, for his father had also passed on to him a knowledge of the higher plane of the Art of War that enables a leader to govern wisely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In Sekishūsai's view, the Art of War was certainly a means of governing the people, but it was also a means of controlling the self." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This he had learned from Lord Kōizumi, who, he was fond of saying, was the protective deity of the Yagyū household. The certificate Lord Kōizumi had given him to attest to his mastery of the Shinkage Style of swordsmanship was always kept on a shelf in Sekishūsai's room, along with a four-volume manual of military techniques presented him by his lordship. On anniversaries of Lord Kōizumi's death, Sekishūsai never neglected to place an offering of food before these treasured possessions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In addition to descriptions of the hidden-sword techniques of the Shinkage Style, the manual contained illustrative pictures, all by the hand of Lord Kōizumi himself. Even in his retirement, Sekishūsai took pleasure in rolling the scrolls out and looking through them. He was constantly surprised to rediscover how skillfully his teacher had wielded the brush." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pictures showed people fighting and fencing in every conceivable position and stance. When Sekishūsai looked at them, he felt that the swordsmen were about to descend from heaven to join him in his little mountain house.\n\nLord Kōizumi had first come to Koyagyū Castle when Sekishūsai was thirty-seven or thirty-eight and still brimming with military ambition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His lordship, together with two nephews, Hikida Bungorō and Suzuki Ihaku, was going around the country seeking experts in the martial arts, and one day he arrived at the Hōzōin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was in the days when In'ei often called at Koyagyū Castle, and In'ei told Sekishūsai about the visitor. That was the beginning of their relationship.\n\nSekishūsai and Kōizumi held matches for three days in a row." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the first bout, Kōizumi announced where he would attack, then proceeded to take the match doing exactly as he had said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The same thing happened the second day, and Sekishūsai, his pride injured, concentrated on figuring out a new approach for the third day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Upon seeing his new stance, Kōizumi merely said, \"That won't do. If you are going to do that, I will do this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without further ado, he attacked and defeated Sekishūsai for the third time. From that day on, Sekishūsai gave up the egotistic approach to swordsmanship; as he later recalled, it was on that occasion that he first had a glimpse of the true Art of War.\n\nAt Sekishūsai's strong urging, Lord Kōizumi remained at Koyagyū for six months, during which time Sekishūsai studied with the single-minded devotion of a neophyte." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they finally parted, Lord Kōizumi said, \"My way of swordsmanship is still imperfect. You are young, and you should try to carry it to perfection.\" He then gave Sekishūsai a Zen riddle: \"What is sword fighting without a sword?\"\n\nFor a number of years, Sekishūsai pondered this, considering it from every angle and finally arriving at an answer that satisfied him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Lord Kōizumi came to visit again, Sekishūsai greeted him with clear, untroubled eyes and suggested that they have a match." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His lordship scrutinized him for a moment, then said, \"No, it would be useless. You have discovered the truth!\"\n\nHe then presented Sekishūsai with the certificate and the four-volume manual, and in this fashion the Yagyū Style was born. This in turn gave birth to Sekishūsai's peaceful way of life in his old age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That Sekishūsai lived in a mountain house was due to his no longer liking the imposing castle with all its elaborate trappings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite his almost Taoist love of seclusion, he was happy to have the company of the girl Shōda Kizaemon had brought to play the flute for him, for she was thoughtful, polite and never a nuisance. Not only did her playing please him immensely, but she added a welcome touch of youth and femininity to the household. Occasionally she would talk of leaving, but he would always tell her to stay a little longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Putting the finishing touches on the single peony he was arranging in an Iga vase, Sekishūsai asked Otsū, \"What do you think? Is my flower arrangement alive?\"\n\nStanding just behind him, she said, \"You must have studied flower arranging very hard.\"\n\n\"Not at all. I'm not a Kyoto nobleman, and I've never studied either flower arranging or the tea ceremony under a teacher.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it looks as though you had.\"\n\n\"I use the same method with flowers that I use with the sword.\"\n\nOtsū looked surprised. \"Can you really arrange flowers the way you use the sword?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. You see, it's all a matter of spirit. I have no use for rules—twisting the flowers with your fingertips or choking them at the neck. The point is to have the proper spirit—to be able to make them seem alive, just as they were when they were picked. Look at that! My flower isn't dead.\"\n\nOtsū felt that this austere old man had taught her many things she needed to know, and since it had all begun with a chance meeting on the highroad, she felt she had been very lucky. \"I'll teach you the tea ceremony,\" he would say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or: \"Do you compose Japanese poems? If you do, teach me something about the courtly style. The Man'yōshū is all well and good, but living here in this secluded place, I'd rather hear simple poems about nature.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In return, she did little things for him that no one else thought of." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was delighted, for example, when she made him a little cloth cap like the tea masters wore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He kept it on his head much of the time now, treasuring it as though there were nothing finer anywhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her flute playing, too, pleased him immensely, and on moonlit nights, the hauntingly beautiful sound of her flute often reached as far as the castle itself.\n\nWhile Sekishūsai and Otsū were discussing the flower arrangement, Kizaemon came quietly to the entrance of the mountain house and called to Otsū. She came out and invited him in, but he hesitated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would you let his lordship know I've just come back from my errand?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū laughed. \"That's backwards, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\"\n\n\"You're the chief retainer here. I'm only an outsider, called in to play the flute. You're much closer to him than I. Shouldn't you go to him directly, rather than through me?\"\n\n\"I suppose you're right, but here in his lordship's little house, you're special. Anyway, please give him the message.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kizaemon, too, was pleased by the way things had turned out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had found in Otsū a person whom his master liked very much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū returned almost immediately to say that Sekishūsai wanted Kizaemon to come in. Kizaemon found the old man in the tea room, wearing the cloth cap Otsū had made.\n\n\"Are you back already?\" asked Sekishūsai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. I called on them and gave them the letter and the fruit, just as you instructed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have they gone?\"\n\n\"No. No sooner had I arrived back here than a messenger came from the inn with a letter. It said that since they'd come to Yagyū, they didn't want to leave without seeing the dōjō. If possible, they'd like to come tomorrow. They also said they'd like to meet you and pay their respects.\"\n\n\"Impudent boors! Why must they be such a nuisance?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sekishūsai looked extremely annoyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you explain that Munenori is in Edo, Hyōgo in Kumamoto, and that there's no one else around?\"\n\n\"I did.\"\n\n\"I despise people like that. Even after I send a messenger to tell them I can't see them, they try to push their way in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know what—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would appear that Yoshioka's sons are as shiftless as they're said to be.\"\n\n\"The one at the Wataya is Denshichirō. He didn't impress me.\"\n\n\"I'd be surprised if he did. His father was a man of considerable character. When I went to Kyoto with Lord Kōizumi, we saw him two or three times and drank some sake together. It appears that the house has gone downhill since then. The young man seems to think that being Kempō's son gives him the right not to be refused entry here, and so he's pressing his challenge. But from our viewpoint, it makes no sense to accept the challenge and then send him away beaten.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This Denshichirō seems to have a good deal of self-confidence. If he wants so badly to come, perhaps I myself should take him on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, don't even consider it. These sons of famous people usually have a high opinion of themselves; moreover, they're prone to try and twist things to their own advantage. If you were to beat him, you can depend on it that he'd try to destroy our reputation in Kyoto. As far as I'm concerned, it makes no difference, but I don't want to burden Munenori or Hyōgo with something like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What shall we do, then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The best thing would be to appease him in some way, make him feel he's being treated the way a son from a great house should be treated. Maybe it was a mistake to send a man to see him.\" Shifting his gaze to Otsū, he continued: \"I think a woman would be better. Otsū is probably just the right person.\"\n\n\"All right,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you want me to go now?\"\n\n\"No, there's no hurry. Tomorrow morning will do.\"\n\nSekishūsai quickly wrote a simple letter, of the sort a tea master might compose, and handed it to Otsū, with a peony like the one he had put in the vase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give these to him, and tell him that you've come in my stead because I have a cold. Let's see what his answer is.\"\n\nThe next morning, Otsū draped a long veil over her head. Although veils were already out of style in Kyoto, even among the higher classes, the upper-and middle-class women in the provinces still prized them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the stable, which was in the outer grounds of the castle, she asked to borrow a horse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The keeper of the stables, who was busy cleaning up, asked, \"Oh, are you going somewhere?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, I have to go to the Wataya on an errand for his lordship.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall I go with you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's no need for that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will you be all right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. I like horses. The ones I used to ride in Mimasaka were wild, or nearly so.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As she rode off, the reddish-brown veil floated in the wind behind her. She rode well, holding the letter and the slightly weary peony in one hand and deftly handling the horse with the other. Farmers and workers in the field waved to her, for in the short time she had been here, she had already become fairly well known among the local people, whose relations with Sekishūsai were much friendlier than were usual between lord and peasants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The farmers here all knew that a beautiful young woman had come to play the flute for their lord, and their admiration and respect for him were extended to Otsū.\n\nArriving at the Wataya, she dismounted and tied her horse to a tree in the garden.\n\n\"Welcome!\" called Kocha, coming out to greet her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you staying for the night?\"\n\n\"No, I've just come from Koyagyū Castle with a message for Yoshioka Denshichirō. He's still here, isn't he?\"\n\n\"Would you wait a moment, please?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the brief time Kocha was gone, Otsū created a mild stir among the travelers who were noisily putting on their leggings and sandals and strapping their luggage to their backs.\n\n\"Who's that?\" asked one.\n\n\"Who do you suppose she's come to see?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū's beauty, a graceful elegance seldom encountered in the country, kept the departing guests whispering and ogling until she followed Kocha out of sight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denshichirō and his companions, having drunk until late the night before, had only just arisen. When told that a messenger had come from the castle, they assumed it would be the man who had come the day before. The sight of Otsū with her white peony came as a distinct surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, please forgive the room! It's a mess.\"\n\nWith abjectly apologetic faces, they straightened their kimonos and sat properly and a little stiffly on their knees.\n\n\"Please, come in, come in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been sent by the lord of Koyagyū Castle,\" Otsū said simply, placing the letter and the peony before Denshichirō. \"Would you be so kind as to read the letter now?\"\n\n\"Ah, yes... this is the letter? Yes, I'll read it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He opened the scroll, which was no more than a foot long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Written in thin ink, suggestive of the light flavor of tea, it said: \"Forgive me for sending my greetings in a letter, rather than meeting you in person, but unfortunately I have a slight cold. I think a pure white peony will give you more pleasure than the runny nose of an old man. I send the flower by the hand of a flower, with the hope that you will accept my apology. My ancient body rests outside the everyday world. I hesitate to show my face. Please smile with pity on an old man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denshichirō sniffed with contempt and rolled up the letter. \"Is that all?\" he asked.\n\n\"No, he also said that although he'd like to have a cup of tea with you, he hesitates to invite you to his house, because there is no one there but warriors ignorant of the niceties of tea. Since Munenori is away in Edo, he feels that the serving of the tea would be so crude as to bring laughter to the lips of people from the imperial capital. He asked me to beg your pardon, and tell you that he hopes to see you on some future occasion.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, ha!\" exclaimed Denshichirō, putting on a suspicious face. \"If I understand you correctly, Sekishūsai is under the impression we were looking forward to observing the niceties of the tea ceremony. To tell the truth, being from samurai families, we don't know anything about tea. Our intention was to inquire personally after Sekishūsai's health and persuade him to give us a lesson in swordsmanship.\"\n\n\"He understands that perfectly, of course. But he's spending his old age in retirement and has acquired the habit of expressing many of his thoughts in terms of tea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In obvious disgust, Denshichirō replied, \"Well, he hasn't left us any choice but to give up. Please tell him that if we come again, we'd like to see him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He handed the peony back to Otsū.\n\n\"Don't you like it? He thought it might cheer you up on the road. He said you might hang it in the corner of your palanquin, or if you're on horseback, attach it to your saddle.\"\n\n\"He meant it to be a souvenir?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denshichirō lowered his eyes as though insulted, then with a sour face said, \"This is ridiculous! You can tell him we have peonies of our own in Kyoto!\"\n\nIf that was the way he felt, Otsū decided, there was no point in pressing the gift on him. Promising to deliver his message, she took her leave as delicately as she would have removed the bandage from an open sore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In ill temper, her hosts barely acknowledged her departure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once in the hallway, Otsū laughed softly to herself, glanced at the shiny black floor leading to the room where Musashi was staying, and turned in the other direction.\n\nKocha came out of Musashi's room and ran to catch up with her.\n\n\"Are you leaving already?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, I've finished what I came to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My, that was fast, wasn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking down at Otsū's hand, she asked, \"Is that a peony? I didn't know they bloomed white.\"\n\n\"Yes. It's from the castle garden. You can have it, if you like.\"\n\n\"Oh, please,\" said Kocha, stretching out her hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After bidding Otsū good-bye, Kocha went to the servants' quarters and showed everyone the flower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since no one was inclined to admire it, she went disappointedly back to Musashi's room.\n\nMusashi, sitting by the window with his chin in his hands, was gazing in the direction of the castle and thinking hard about his objective: how could he manage, first, to meet Sekishūsai and, second, to overcome him with his sword?\n\n\"Do you like flowers?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kocha asked as she entered.\n\n\"Flowers?\"\n\nShe showed him the peony." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hmm. It's nice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you like it?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"It's supposed to be a peony, a white peony.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it? Why don't you put it in that vase over there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know how to arrange flowers. You do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, you do it. It's better to do it without thinking how it's going to look.\"\n\n\"Well, I'll go and get some water,\" she said, taking the vase out with her.\n\nMusashi's eye happened to light on the cut end of the peony stem." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His head tilted in surprise, though he couldn't pinpoint what it was that attracted his attention.\n\nCasual interest had become intent scrutiny by the time Kocha came back. She put the vase in the alcove and tried sticking the peony in it, but with poor results." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The stem's too long,\" said Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bring it here; I'll cut it. Then when you stand it up, it'll look natural.\"\n\nKocha brought the flower over and held it up to him. Before she knew what had happened, she had dropped the flower and burst into tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Small wonder, for in that split second Musashi had whipped out his short sword, uttered a vigorous cry, slashed through the stem between her hands, and resheathed his sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Kocha, the glint of steel and the sound of the sword snapping back into its scabbard seemed simultaneous.\n\nMaking no attempt to comfort the terrified girl, Musashi picked up the piece of stem he had cut off and began comparing one end of it with the other. He seemed completely absorbed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, taking notice of her distraught state, he apologized and patted her on the head.\n\nOnce he had coaxed her out of her tears, he asked, \"Do you know who cut this flower?\"\n\n\"No. It was given to me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By whom?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A person from the castle.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One of the samurai?\"\n\n\"No, it was a young woman.\"\n\n\"Mm. Then you think the flower came from the castle?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, she said it did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry I scared you. If I buy you some cakes later, will you forgive me? In any case, the flower should be just right now. Try putting it in the vase.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will this do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, that's fine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kocha had taken an instant liking to Musashi, but the flash of his sword had chilled her to the marrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She left the room, unwilling to return until her duties made it absolutely unavoidable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi was far more fascinated by the eight-inch piece of stem than by the flower in the alcove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sure the first cut had not been made with either scissors or a knife. Since peony stems are lithe and supple, the cut could only have been made with a sword, and only a very determined stroke would have made so clean a slice. Whoever had done it was no ordinary person." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although he himself had just tried to duplicate the cut with his own sword, upon comparing both ends he was immediately aware that his own cut was by far the inferior one. It was like the difference between a Buddhist statue carved by an expert and one made by a craftsman of average skill.\n\nHe asked himself what it could mean." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If a samurai working the castle garden can make a cut like this, then the standards of the House of Yagyū must be even higher than I thought.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His confidence suddenly deserted him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm nowhere near ready yet.\"\n\nGradually, however, he recovered from this feeling. \"In any event, the Yagyū people are worthy opponents. If I should lose, I can fall at their feet and accept defeat with good grace. I've already decided I'm willing to face anything, even death.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sitting and mustering up his courage, he felt himself grow warmer.\n\nBut how was he to go about it? Even if a student arrived at his doorstep with a proper introduction, it seemed unlikely Sekishūsai would agree to a match." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The innkeeper had said as much. And with Munenori and Hyōgo both away, there was no one to challenge but Sekishūsai himself.\n\nHe again tried to devise a way of gaining admittance to the castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes returned to the flower in the alcove, and the image of someone the flower unconsciously reminded him of began to take form. Seeing Otsū's face in his mind's eye quieted his spirit and soothed his nerves.\n\nOtsū herself was well on her way back to Koyagyū Castle when suddenly she heard a raucous shout behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned to see a child emerging from a clump of trees at the base of a cliff. He was clearly coming after her, and since children of the area were much too timid to accost a young woman such as herself, she brought her horse to a halt out of sheer curiosity.\n\nJōtarō was stark naked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair was wet, and his clothes were rolled up in a ball under his arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unabashed by his nudity, he said, \"You're the lady with the flute. Are you still staying here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having eyed the horse with distaste, he looked directly at Otsū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's you!\" she exclaimed, before averting her eyes in embarrassment. \"The little boy who was crying on the Yamato highroad.\"\n\n\"Crying? I wasn't crying!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never mind. How long have you been here?\"\n\n\"Just came the other day.\"\n\n\"By yourself?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No; with my teacher.\"\n\n\"Oh, that's right. You did say you were studying swordsmanship, didn't you? What are you doing with your clothes off?\"\n\n\"You don't think I'd jump in the river with my clothes on, do you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"River? But the water must be freezing. People around here would laugh at the idea of going swimming this time of year.\"\n\n\"I wasn't swimming; I was taking a bath. My teacher said I smelled sweaty, so I went to the river.\"\n\nOtsū chuckled. \"Where are you staying?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At the Wataya.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"I can't now. I have an errand to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why, I've just come from there.\"\n\n\"Too bad you didn't come to see us. How about coming back with me now?\"\n\n\"I can't now. I have an errand to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, bye!\" he said, turning to go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jōtarō, come see me at the castle sometime.\"\n\n\"Could I really?\"\n\nThe words were barely out before Otsū began to regret them, but she said, \"Yes, but make sure you don't come dressed the way you are now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If that's the way you feel about it, I don't want to go. I don't like places where they make a fuss about things.\"\n\nOtsū felt relieved and still had a smile on her face when she rode back through the castle gate. After returning her horse to the stable, she went to report to Sekishūsai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He laughed and said, \"So they were angry! Fine! Let them be angry. There's nothing they can do about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a moment, he seemed to remember something else." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'asked' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you throw the peony away?\" he asked.\n\nShe explained that she had given it to the maid at the inn, and he nodded his approval. \"Did the Yoshioka boy take the peony in his hand and look at it?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. When he read the letter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And?\"\n\n\"He just handed it back to me.\"\n\n\"He didn't look at the stem?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not that I noticed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He didn't examine it, or say anything about it?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"It's just as well that I refused to meet him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's not worth meeting. The House of Yoshioka might just as well have ended with Kempō.\n\nThe Yagyū dōjō could quite appropriately be described as grand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Situated in the outer grounds of the castle, it had been rebuilt around the time when Sekishūsai was forty, and the sturdy timber used in its construction gave it an air of indestructibility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gloss of the wood, acquired over the years, seemed to echo the rigors of the men who had undergone training here, and the building was ample enough to have served as samurai barracks during times of war.\n\n\"Lightly! Not with your sword point! With your gut, your gut!\" Shōda Kizaemon, seated on a slightly elevated platform and clad in underrobe and hakama, was roaring angry instructions at two aspiring swordsmen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do it again! You don't have it right at all!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The target of Kizaemon's scolding was a pair of Yagyū samurai, who though dazed and bathed in sweat fought doggedly on. Stances were taken, weapons readied, and the two came together again like fire against fire.\n\n\"A-o-o-oh!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Y-a-a-ah!\"\n\nAt Yagyū, beginners were not allowed to use wooden swords. Instead they used a staff devised specifically for the Shinkage Style." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A long, thin leather bag filled with strips of bamboo, it was, in effect, a leather stick, with no handle or sword guard. Though less dangerous than a wooden sword, it could still remove an ear or turn a nose into a pomegranate. There were no restrictions regarding what part of the body a combatant could attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knocking down an opponent by striking him horizontally in the legs was permitted, and there was no rule against hitting a man once he was down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keep it up! Keep at it! Same as last time!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon drove the students on.\n\nThe custom here was not to let a man quit until he was ready to drop. Beginners were driven especially hard, never praised and treated to no small amount of verbal abuse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because of this, the average samurai knew that entering into the service of the House of Yagyū was not something to be taken lightly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Newcomers rarely lasted long, and the men now serving under Yagyū were the result of very careful sifting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the common foot soldiers and stablemen had made some progress in the study of swordsmanship.\n\nShōda Kizaemon was, needless to say, an accomplished swordsman, having mastered the Shinkage Style at an early age and, under the tutelage of Sekishūsai himself, gone on to learn the secrets of the Yagyū Style. To this he had added some personal techniques of his own, and he spoke proudly now of the \"True Shōda Style.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Yagyū horse trainer, Kimura Sukekurō, was also an adept, as was Mu-rata Yozō, who, though employed as keeper of the storehouse, was said to have been a good match for Hyōgo. Debuchi Magobei, another relatively minor official, had studied swordsmanship from childhood and wielded a powerful weapon indeed. The Lord of Echizen had tried to persuade Debuchi to come into his service, and the Tokugawas of Kii had tried to lure Murata away, but both of them had chosen to stay in Yagyū, though the material benefits were fewer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The House of Yagyū, now enjoying a peak in its fortunes, was turning out a seemingly unending stream of great swordsmen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the same token, the Yagyū samurai were not recognized as swordsmen until they had proved their ability by surviving the merciless regimen.\n\n\"You there!\" called Kizaemon to a guard passing by outside. He had been surprised by the sight of Jōtarō following along after the soldier." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hello!\" shouted Jōtarō in his friendliest manner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you doing inside the castle?\" asked Kizaemon sternly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The man at the gate brought me in,\" answered Jōtarō, truthfully enough.\n\n\"He did, did he?\" To the guard, he said, \"Why did you bring this boy here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He said he wanted to see you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you mean to say you brought this child here on his word alone?... Boy!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"This is no playground. Get along with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I didn't come to play. I brought a letter from my teacher.\"\n\n\"From your teacher? Didn't you say he was one of those wandering students?\"\n\n\"Look at the letter, please.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't need to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's the matter? Can't you read?\"\n\nKizaemon snorted.\n\n\"Well, if you can read, read it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a tricky brat. The reason I said I don't need to read it is that I already know what it says.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even so, wouldn't it be more polite to read it?\"\n\n\"Student warriors swarm here like mosquitoes and maggots. If I took time to be polite to all of them, I wouldn't be able to do anything else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I feel sorry for you, however, so I'll tell you what the letter says. All right?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It says that the writer would like to be allowed to see our magnificent dōjō, that he would like to bask, even for a minute, in the shadow of the greatest master in the land, and that for the sake of all those successors who will follow the Way of the Sword, he would be grateful to have a lesson bestowed upon him. I imagine that's about the long and short of it.\"\n\nJōtarō's eyes rounded. \"Is that what the letter says?\"\n\n\"Yes, so I don't need to read it, do I? Let it not be said, however, that the House of Yagyū coldheartedly turns away those who call upon it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused and continued, as though having rehearsed the speech: \"Ask the guard there to explain everything to you. When student warriors come to this house, they enter through the main gate and proceed to the middle gate, to the right of which is a building called the Shin'indō. It is identified by a hanging wooden plaque. If they apply to the caretaker there, they are free to rest for a time, and there are facilities for them to stop over for a night or two. When they leave, they are given a small amount of money to help them along the way. Now, the thing for you to do is to take this letter to the caretaker at the Shin'indō—understand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" said Jōtarō. He shook his head and raised his right shoulder slightly. \"Listen, sir!\"\n\n\"Well?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You shouldn't judge people by their appearance. I'm not the son of a beggar!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do have to admit you have a certain knack with words.\"\n\n\"Why don't you just take a look at the letter? It may say something completely different from what you think. What would you do then? Would you let me cut off your head?\"\n\n\"Hold on a minute!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kizaemon laughed, and his face, with its red mouth behind his spiky beard, looked like the inside of a broken chestnut burr." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, you can't cut my head off.\"\n\n\"Well, then, look at the letter.\"\n\n\"Come in here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why?\" Jōtarō had a sinking feeling he'd gone too far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I admire your determination not to let your master's message go undelivered. I'll read it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And why shouldn't you? You're the highest-ranking official in the House of Yagyū, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wield your tongue superbly. Let's hope you can do the same with your sword when you grow up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He broke the seal of the letter and silently read Musashi's message. As he read, his face became serious. When he was finished, he asked, \"Did you bring anything along with this letter?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, I forgot! I was to give you this too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō quickly pulled the peony stem from his kimono.\n\nSilently, Kizaemon examined both ends of the stem, looking somewhat puzzled. He could not completely understand the meaning of Musashi's letter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It explained how the inn's maid had brought him a flower, which she said had come from the castle, and that upon examining the stem, he had discovered that the cut had been made by \"no ordinary person.\" The message continued: \"After putting the flower in a vase, I sensed some special spirit about it, and I feel that I simply have to find out who made that cut. The question may seem trivial, but if you would not mind telling me which member of your household did it, I would appreciate your sending a reply by the boy who delivers my letter.\"\n\nThat was all—no mention of the writer's being a student, no request for a bout." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'again' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What an odd thing to write,\" thought Kizaemon. He looked at the peony stem again, again examining both ends closely, but without being able to discern whether one end differed from the other.\n\n\"Murata!\" he called." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come look at this. Can you see any difference between the cuts at the ends of this stem? Does one cut, perhaps, seem to be keener?\"\n\nMurata Yozō looked at the stem this way and that, but had to confess that he saw no difference between the two cuts.\n\n\"Let's show it to Kimura.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They went to the office at the back of the building and put the problem to their colleague, who was as mystified as they were. Debuchi, who happened to be in the office at the time, said, \"This is one of the flowers the old lord himself cut the day before yesterday. Shōda, weren't you with him at the time?\"\n\n\"No, I saw him arranging a flower, but I didn't see him cut it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, this is one of the two he cut. He put one in the vase in his room and had Otsū take the other one to Yoshioka Denshichirō with a letter.\"\n\n\"Yes, I remember that,\" said Kizaemon, as he started to read Musashi's letter again. Suddenly, he looked up with startled eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is signed 'Shimmen Musashi,'\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you suppose this Musashi is the Miyamoto Musashi who helped the Hōzōin priests kill all that riffraff at Hannya Plain? It must be!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Debuchi and Murata passed the letter back and forth, rereading it. \"The handwriting has character,\" said Debuchi.\n\n\"Yes,\" mumbled Murata. \"He seems to be an unusual person.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'himself' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If what the letter says is true,\" Kizaemon said, \"and he really could tell that this stem had been cut by an expert, then he must know something we don't. The old master cut it himself, and apparently that's plain to someone whose eyes really see.\"\n\nDebuchi said, \"Mm. I'd like to meet him... We could check on this and also get him to tell us what happened at Hannya Plain.\" But rather than commit himself on his own, he asked Kimura's opinion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura pointed out that since they weren't receiving any shugyōsha, they couldn't have him as a guest at the practice hall, but there was no reason why they couldn't invite him for a meal and some sake at the Shin'indō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The irises were already in bloom there, he noted, and the wild azaleas were about to blossom. They could have a little party and talk about swordsmanship and things like that. Musashi would in all likelihood be glad to come, and the old lord certainly wouldn't object if he heard about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon slapped his knee and said, \"That's a splendid suggestion.\"\n\n\"It'll be a party for us too,\" Murata added. \"Let's send him an answer right away.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he sat down to write the reply, Kizaemon said, \"The boy's outside. Have him come in.\"\n\nA few minutes earlier, Jōtarō had been yawning and grumbling, \"How can they be so slow,\" when a big black dog caught his scent and came over to sniff at him. Thinking he had found a new friend, Jōtarō spoke to the dog and pulled him forward by the ears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's wrestle,\" he suggested, then hugged the dog and threw him over. The dog went along with this, so Jōtarō caught him in his hands and threw him two or three more times.\n\nThen, holding the dog's jaws together, he said, \"Now, bark!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This made the dog angry. Breaking away, he caught the skirt of Jōtarō's kimono with his teeth and tugged tenaciously.\n\nNow it was Jōtarō's turn to get mad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who do you think I am? You can't do that!\" he shouted.\n\nHe drew his wooden sword and held it menacingly over his head. The dog, taking him seriously, started barking loudly to attract the attention of the guards." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'brought' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a curse, Jōtarō brought his sword down on the dog's head. It sounded as though he had hit a rock. The dog hurled himself against the boy's back, and catching hold of his obi, brought him to the ground." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ur a writing helper. partner writes, u do next one sentence. might have existing chars/stuff - roll with it" }, { "from": "human", "value": "On his return to the inn, Jōtarō sat down before Musashi and with a smug look reported that he had carried out his mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Several scratches criss-crossed the boy's face, and his nose looked like a ripe strawberry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No doubt he was in some pain, but since he offered no explanation, Musashi asked no questions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here's their reply,\" said Jōtarō, handing Musashi the letter from Shōda Kizaemon and adding a few words about his meeting with the samurai, but saying nothing about the dog." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he spoke, his wounds started to bleed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will that be all?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, that's all. Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Musashi opened Kizaemon's letter, Jōtarō put his hands to his face and hurriedly left the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kocha caught up with him and examined his scratches with worried eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did that happen?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A dog jumped on me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whose dog was it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One of the dogs at the castle.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, was it that big black Kishū hound? He's vicious. I'm sure, strong as you are, you wouldn't be able to handle him. Why, he's bitten prowlers to death!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although they were not on the best of terms, Kocha led him to the stream out back and made him wash his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she went and fetched some ointment, which she applied to his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For once, Jōtarō behaved like a gentleman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she had finished her ministrations, he bowed and thanked her over and over again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop bobbing your head up and down. You're a man, after all, and it looks ridiculous.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I appreciate what you've done.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Even if we do fight a lot, I still like you,\" she confessed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like you too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The parts of Jōtarō's face that showed between the patches of ointment turned crimson, and Kocha's cheeks burst into subdued flame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no one around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun shone through the pink peach blossoms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your master will probably be going away soon, won't he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked with a trace of disappointment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll be here for a while yet,\" he replied reassuringly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wish you could stay for a year or two.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two went into the shed where the fodder for the horses was kept and lay down on their backs in the hay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their hands touched, sending a warm tingle through Jōtarō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quite without warning, he pulled Kocha's hand toward him and bit her finger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ouch!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did that hurt? I'm sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's all right. Do it again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't mind?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, no, go on and bite! Bite harder!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He did just that, tugging at her fingers like a puppy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hay was falling over their heads, and soon they were hugging each other, just for the sake of hugging, when Kocha's father came looking for her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Appalled at what he saw, his face took on the stern expression of a Confucian sage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You idiots, what are you up to? Both of you, still only children!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He dragged them out by the scruff of the neck and gave Kocha a couple of smart whacks on the behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of that day, Musashi said very little to anyone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sat with his arms folded and thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once, in the middle of the night, Jōtarō woke up and, raising his head a little, stole a look at his master." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi was lying in bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling with intense concentration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next day, too, Musashi kept to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō was frightened; his master might have heard about his playing with Kocha in the shed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing was said, however." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Late in the afternoon, Musashi sent the boy to ask for their bill and was making preparations to depart when the clerk brought it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Asked if he would need dinner, he said no." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kocha, standing idly in a corner, asked, \"Won't you be coming back to sleep here tonight?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. Thank you, Kocha, for taking such good care of us. I'm sure we've been a lot of trouble for you. Good-bye.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take good care of yourself,\" said Kocha." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was holding her hands over her face, hiding her tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the gate, the manager of the inn and the other maids lined up to see them off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their setting off just before sunset seemed very odd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After walking a bit, Musashi looked around for Jōtarō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not seeing him, he turned back toward the inn, where the boy was under the storehouse, saying farewell to Kocha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they saw Musashi approaching, they drew hastily away from each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good-bye,\" said Kocha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bye,\" called Jōtarō, as he ran to Musashi's side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though fearful of Musashi's eyes, the boy could not resist stealing backward glances until the inn was out of sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lights began to appear in the valley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi, saying nothing and not once looking back, strode on ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō followed along glumly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a time, Musashi asked, \"Aren't we there yet?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At the main gate of Koyagyū Castle.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are we going to the castle?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will we stay there tonight?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no idea. That depends on how things turn out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There it is. That's the gate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi stopped and stood before the gate, feet together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Above the moss-grown ramparts, the huge trees made a soughing sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A single light streamed from a square window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi called out, and a guard appeared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Giving him the letter from Shōda Kizaemon, he said, \"My name is Musashi, and I've come on Shōda's invitation. Would you please tell him that I'm here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guard had been expecting him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're waiting for you,\" he said, motioning for Musashi to follow him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In addition to its other functions, the Shin'indō was the place where the young people in the castle studied Confucianism." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It also served as the fief's library." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rooms along the passageway to the rear of the building were all lined with bookshelves, and though the fame of the House of Yagyū stemmed from its military prowess, Musashi could see it also placed great emphasis on scholarship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything about the castle seemed to be steeped in history." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And everything seemed to be well run, to judge from the neatness of the road from the gate to the Shin'indō, the courteous demeanor of the guard, and the austere, peaceful lighting visible in the vicinity of the keep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes, upon entering a house for the first time, a visitor has the feeling he's already familiar with the place and its inhabitants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi had that impression now, as he sat down on the wooden floor of the large room to which the guard brought him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After offering him a hard round cushion of woven straw, which he accepted with thanks, the guard left him alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the way, Jōtarō had been dropped off at the attendants' waiting room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guard returned a few minutes later and told Musashi that his host would arrive soon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi slid the round cushion over to a corner and leaned back against a post." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the light of the low lamp shining into the garden, he saw trellises of blossoming wisteria vines, both white and lavender." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sweetish scent of wisteria was in the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was startled by the croak of a frog, the first he had heard that year." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Water gurgled somewhere in the garden; the stream apparently ran under the building, for after he was settled, he noticed the sound of flowing water beneath him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Indeed, before long it seemed to him that the sound of water was coming from the walls, the ceiling, even the lamp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt cool and relaxed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet simmering deep inside him there was an unsuppressible sense of disquiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was his insatiable fighting spirit, coursing through his veins even in this quiet atmosphere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From his cushion by the post, he looked questioningly at his surroundings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who is Yagyū?\" he thought defiantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's a swordsman, and I'm a swordsman. In this respect we are equal. But tonight I will advance a step farther and put Yagyū behind me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry to have kept you waiting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shōda Kizaemon entered the room with Kimura, Debuchi and Murata." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Welcome to Koyagyū,\" Kizaemon said warmly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After the other three men had introduced themselves, servants brought in trays of sake and snacks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sake was a thick, rather syrupy, local brew, served in large old-style sake bowls with high stems." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here in the country,\" said Kizaemon, \"we aren't able to offer you much, but please feel at home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others too, with great cordiality, invited him to make himself comfortable, not to stand on ceremony." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a little urging, Musashi accepted some sake, though he was not particularly fond of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was not so much that he disliked it as that he was still too young to appreciate its subtlety." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sake this evening was palatable enough but had little immediate effect on him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Looks as though you know how to drink,\" said Kimura Sukekurō, offering to refill his cup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"By the way, I hear the peony you asked about the other day was cut by the lord of this castle himself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi slapped his knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought so!\" he exclaimed. \"It was splendid!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura moved closer. \"What I'd like to know is just how you could tell that the cut in that soft, thin stem had been made by a master swordsman. We, all of us, were deeply impressed by your ability to discern that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uncertain as to where the conversation was leading, Musashi said, to gain time, \"You were? Really?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, no mistake about it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "said Kizaemon, Debuchi and Murata almost simultaneously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We ourselves couldn't see anything special about it,\" said Kizaemon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We arrived at the conclusion that it must take a genius to recognize another genius. We think it would be of great help in our future studies if you'd explain it to us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi, taking another sip of sake, said, \"Oh, it wasn't anything in particular—just a lucky guess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come now, don't be modest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not being modest. It was a feeling I got—from the look of the cut.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just what sort of feeling was it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they would with any stranger, these four senior disciples of the House of Yagyū were trying to analyze Musashi as a human being and at the same time test him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had already taken note of his physique, admiring his carriage and the expression in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the way he held his sake cup and his chopsticks betrayed his country upbringing and made them inclined to be patronizing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After only three or four cups of sake, Musashi's face turned copper red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Embarrassed, he touched his hand to his forehead and cheeks two or three times." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boyishness of the gesture made them laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This feeling of yours,\" repeated Kizaemon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't you tell us more about it? You know, this building, the Shin'indō, was built expressly for Lord Kōizumi of Ise to stay in during his visits. It's an important building in the history of swordsmanship. It's a fitting place for us to hear a lecture from you tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Realizing that protesting their flattery was not going to get him off the hook, Musashi decided to take the plunge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When you sense something you sense it,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's really no way to explain it. If you want me to demonstrate what I mean, you'll have to un-sheath your sword and face me in a match. There's no other way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smoke from the lamp rose as black as squid ink in the still night air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The croaking frog was heard again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon and Debuchi, the two eldest, looked at each other and laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though he had spoken quietly, the statement about testing him had undeniably been a challenge, and they recognized it as such." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Letting it pass without comment, they talked about swords, then about Zen, events in other provinces, the Battle of Sekigahara." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon, Debuchi and Kimura had all taken part in the bloody conflict, and to Musashi, who had been on the opposing side, their stories had the ring of bitter truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hosts appeared to be enjoying the conversation immensely, and Musashi found it fascinating just to listen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was nonetheless conscious of the swift passage of time, knowing in his heart that if he did not meet Sekishūsai tonight, he would never meet him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon announced it was time for the barley mixed with rice, the customary last course, to be served, and the sake was removed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How can I see him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "thought Musashi. It became increasingly clear that he might be forced to employ some underhanded scheme." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Should he goad one of his hosts into losing his temper?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Difficult, when he was not angry himself, so he purposefully disagreed several times with what was being said and spoke in a rude and brash manner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shōda and Debuchi chose to laugh at this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "None of these four was about to be provoked into doing anything rash." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Desperation set in. Musashi could not bear the idea of leaving without accomplishing his objective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For his crown, he wanted a brilliant star of victory, and for the record, he wanted it known that Musashi had been here, had gone, had left his mark on the House of Yagyū." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With his own sword, he wanted to bring Sekishūsai, this great patriarch of the martial arts, this \"ancient dragon\" as he was called, to his knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had they seen through him completely?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was considering this possibility when matters took an unexpected turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you hear that?\" asked Kimura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murata went out on the veranda, then, reentering the room, said, \"Tarō's barking—not his usual bark, though. I think something must be wrong.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tarō was the dog Jōtarō had had a run-in with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no denying that the barking, which seemed to come from the second encirclement of the castle, was frightening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded too loud and terrible to be coming from a single dog." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Debuchi said, \"I think I'd better have a look. Forgive me, Musashi, for spoiling the party, but it may be important. Please go on without me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shortly after he left, Murata and Kimura excused themselves, politely begging Musashi's forgiveness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The barking grew more urgent; the dog was apparently trying to give warning of some danger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When one of the castle's dogs acted this way, it was almost a sure sign something untoward was going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The peace the country was enjoying was not so secure that a daimyō could afford to relax his vigilance against neighboring fiefs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were still unscrupulous warriors who might stoop to anything to satisfy their own ambition, and spies roamed the land searching out complacent and vulnerable targets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon seemed extremely upset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He kept staring at the ominous light of the little lamp, as if counting the echoes of the unearthly noise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eventually there was one long, mournful wail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kizaemon grunted and looked at Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's dead,\" said Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, he's been killed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No longer able to contain himself, Kizaemon stood up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't understand it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He started to leave, but Musashi stopped him, saying, \"Wait. Is Jōtarō, the boy who came with me, still in the waiting room?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They directed their inquiry to a young samurai in front of the Shin'indō, who after searching reported the boy was nowhere to be found." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A look of concern came over Musashi's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning to Kizaemon, he said, \"I think I know what happened. Would you mind my going with you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "About three hundred yards from the dōjō, a crowd had gathered, and several torches had been lit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Besides Murata, Debuchi and Kimura, there were a number of foot soldiers and guards, forming a black circle, all talking and shouting at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the outer rim of the circle, Musashi peered into the open space in the middle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His heart sank. There, just as he had feared, was Jōtarō, covered with blood and looking like the devil's own child—wooden sword in hand, his teeth tightly clenched, his shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breathing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By his side lay Tarō, teeth bared, legs outstretched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dog's sightless eyes reflected the light of the torches; blood trickled from his mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's his lordship's dog,\" someone said mournfully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A samurai went toward Jōtarō and shouted, \"You little bastard! What have you done? Are you the one who killed this dog?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man brought his hand down in a furious slap, which Jōtarō just managed to dodge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Squaring his shoulders, he shouted defiantly, \"Yes, I did it!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You admit it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I had a reason!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ha!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was taking revenge.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" There was general astonishment at Jōtarō's answer; the whole crowd was angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tarō was the favorite pet of Lord Munenori of Tajima." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not only that; he was the pedigreed offspring of Raiko, a bitch belonging to and much loved by Lord Yorinori of Kishū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lord Yorinori had personally given the pup to Munenori, who had himself reared it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slaying of the animal would consequently be investigated thoroughly, and the fate of the two samurai who had been paid to take good care of the dog was now in jeopardy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man now facing Jōtarō was one of these two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shut up!\" he shouted, aiming his fist at Jōtarō's head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This time Jōtarō did not duck in time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blow landed in the vicinity of his ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō raised his hand to feel his wound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you doing?\" he screamed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You killed the master's dog. You don't mind if I beat you to death the same way, do you? Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All I did was get even with him. Why punish me for that? A grown man should know that's not right!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In Jōtarō's view, he had only protected his honor, and risked his life in doing so, for a visible wound was a great disgrace to a samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To defend his pride, there was no alternative to killing the dog: indeed, in all likelihood he had expected to be praised for his valiant conduct." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood his ground, determined not to flinch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shut your impudent mouth!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "screamed the keeper. \"I don't care if you are only a child. You're old enough to know the difference between a dog and a human being. The very idea—taking revenge on a dumb animal!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He grabbed Jōtarō's collar, looked to the crowd for approval, and declared it his duty to punish the dog's murderer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd silently nodded in agreement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The four men who had so recently been entertaining Musashi looked distressed but said nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bark, boy! Bark like a dog!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the keeper shouted. He swung Jōtarō around and around by his collar and with a black look in his eye threw him to the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seizing an oak staff, he raised it above his head ready to strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You killed the dog, you little hoodlum. Now it's your turn! Stand up so I can kill you! Bark! Bite me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teeth tightly clenched, Jōtarō propped himself up on one arm and struggled to his feet, wooden sword in hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His features had not lost their spritelike quality, but the expression on his face was anything but childlike, and the howl that issued from his throat was eerily savage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When an adult gets angry, he often regrets it later, but when a child's wrath is aroused, not even the mother who brought him into the world can placate him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kill me!\" he screamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go on, kill me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Die, then!\" raged the keeper. He struck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blow would have killed the boy if it had connected, but it didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A sharp crack reverberated in the ears of the bystanders, and Jōtarō's wooden sword went flying through the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without thinking about it, he had parried the keeper's blow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Weaponless, he closed his eyes and charged blindly at the enemy's midriff, latching on to the man's obi with his teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holding on for dear life, he tore with his nails at the keeper's groin, while the keeper made futile swings with his staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi had remained silent, arms folded and face expressionless, but then another oak staff appeared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second man had dashed into the ring and was on the verge of attacking Jōtarō from behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi moved into action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His arms came down and in no time he forced his way through the solid wall of men into the arena." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Coward!\" he shouted at the second man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An oak stick and two legs described an arc in the air, coming to rest in a clump about four yards away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi shouted, \"And now for you, you little devil!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gripping Jōtarō's obi with both hands, he lifted the boy above his head and held him there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning to the keeper, who was taking a fresh grip on his staff, he said, \"I've been watching this from the start, and I think you're going about it the wrong way. This boy is my servant, and if you're going to question him, you ought to question me too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fiery tones, the keeper answered, \"All right, we'll do that. We'll question the two of you!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good! We'll take you on together. Now, here's the boy!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He threw Jōtarō straight at the man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd let out an appalled gasp and fell back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was the man mad?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who ever heard of using one human being as a weapon against another human?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The keeper stared in disbelief as Jōtarō sailed through the air and rammed into his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man fell straight back, as though a prop holding him up had suddenly been removed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was difficult to tell whether he had struck his head against a rock, or whether his ribs had been broken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hitting the ground with a howl, he began vomiting blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō bounced off the man's chest, did a somersault in the air, and rolled like a ball to a point twenty or thirty feet away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you see that?\" a man shouted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who is this crazy rōnin?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fracas no longer involved only the dog's keeper; the other samurai began abusing Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of them were unaware that Musashi was an invited guest, and several suggested killing him then and there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now,\" said Musashi, \"everybody listen!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They watched him closely as he took Jōtarō's wooden sword in his hand and faced them, a terrifying scowl on his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The child's crime is his master's crime. We are both prepared to pay for it. But first let me tell you this: we have no intention of letting ourselves be killed like dogs. We are prepared to take you on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of acknowledging the crime and taking his punishment, he was challenging them!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If at this point Musashi had apologized for Jōtarō and spoken in his defense, if he had made even the slightest effort to soothe the ruffled feelings of the Yagyū samurai, the whole incident might have passed by quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Musashi's attitude precluded this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He seemed set on creating a still greater disturbance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shōda, Kimura, Debuchi and Murata all frowned, wondering anew what sort of freak they had invited to the castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deploring his lack of sense, they gradually edged around the crowd while keeping a watchful eye on him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd had been seething to begin with, and Musashi's challenge exacerbated their anger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Listen to him! He's an outlaw!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's a spy! Tie him up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, cut him up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't let him get away!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment it looked as though Musashi and Jōtarō, who was again by his side, would be swallowed up by a sea of swords, but then an authoritative voice cried, \"Wait!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Kizaemon, who together with Debuchi and Murata was trying to hold the crowd in check." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This man seems to have planned all this,\" said Kizaemon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you let him entice you and you're wounded or killed, we shall have to answer to his lordship for it. The dog was important, but not as important as a human life. The four of us will assume all responsibility. Rest assured no harm will befall you because of anything we do. Now calm down and go home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With some reluctance, the others dispersed, leaving the four men who had entertained Musashi in the Shin'indō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was no longer a case of guest and hosts, but one of an outlaw facing his judges." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi,\" said Kizaemon, \"I'm sorry to tell you your plot has failed. I suppose someone put you up to spying on Koyagyū Castle or just stirring up trouble, but I'm afraid it didn't work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they pressed in on Musashi, he was keenly aware that there was not one among them who was not an expert with the sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood quite still, his hand on Jōtarō's shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Surrounded, he couldn't have escaped even if he'd had wings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi!\" called Debuchi, working his sword a little way out of its scabbard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've failed. The proper thing for you to do is commit suicide. You may be a scoundrel, but you showed a great deal of bravery coming into this castle with only that child at your side. We had a friendly evening together; now we'll wait while you prepare yourself for harakiri. When you're ready, you can prove that you're a real samurai!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That would have been the ideal solution; they had not consulted with Sekishūsai, and if Musashi died now, the whole affair could be buried along with his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi had other ideas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think I should kill myself? That's absurd! I have no intention of dying, not for a long time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His shoulders shook with laughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" said Debuchi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tone was quiet, but the meaning was crystal clear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've tried to treat you decently, but you've done nothing but take advantage of us—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kimura broke in, saying, \"There's no need for further talk!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He went behind Musashi and pushed him. \"Walk!\" he commanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Walk where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To the cells.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi nodded and started walking, but in the direction of his own choice, straight toward the castle keep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where do you think you're going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "cried Kimura, jumping in front of Musashi and stretching his arms out to block him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This isn't the way to the cells. They're in back of you. Turn around and get going!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No!\" cried Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked down at Jōtarō, who was still clinging to his side, and told him to go sit under a pine tree in the garden in front of the keep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ground around the pine trees was covered with carefully raked white sand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō darted from under Musashi's sleeve and hid behind the tree, wondering all the while what Musashi intended to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The memory of his teacher's bravery at Hannya Plain came back to him, and his body swelled with excitement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon and Debuchi took positions on either side of Musashi and tried to pull him back by the arms. Musashi didn't budge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's go!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not going.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You intend to resist?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura lost patience and started to draw his sword, but his seniors, Kizaemon and Debuchi, ordered him to hold off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's the matter with you? Where do you think you're going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I intend to see Yagyū Sekishūsai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never had it crossed their minds that this insane youth could have even thought of anything so preposterous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what would you do if you met him?\" asked Kizaemon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm a young man, I'm studying the martial arts, and it is one of my goals in life to receive a lesson from the master of the Yagyū Style.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just ask?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't it true that Sekishūsai never sees anyone and never gives lessons to student warriors?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then what else can I do but challenge him? I realize, of course, that even if I do, he'll probably refuse to come out of retirement, so I'm challenging this whole castle to a battle instead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A battle?\" chorused the four." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His arms still held by Kizaemon and Debuchi, Musashi looked up at the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a flapping sound, as an eagle flew toward them from the blackness enveloping Mount Kasagi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like a giant shroud, its silhouette hid the stars from view before it glided noisily down to the roof of the rice storehouse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To the four retainers, the word \"battle\" sounded so melodramatic as to be laughable, but to Musashi it barely sufficed to express his concept of what was to come." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was not talking about a fencing match to be decided by technical skill only." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He meant total war, where the combatants concentrate every ounce of their spirit and ability—and their fates are decided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A battle between two armies might be different in form, but in essence it was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was simple: a battle between one man and one castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His willpower was manifest in the firmness with which his heels were now implanted in the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was this iron determination that made the word \"battle\" come naturally to his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The four men scrutinized his face, wondering again if he had an iota of sanity left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura took up the challenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kicking his straw sandals into the air and tucking up his hakama, he said, \"Fine! Nothing I like better than a battle! I can't offer you rolling drums or clanging gongs, but I can offer you a fight. Shōda, Debuchi, push him over here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kimura had been the first to suggest that they should punish Musashi, but he had held himself back, trying to be patient." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he had had his fill." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go ahead!\" he urged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Leave him to me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At exactly the same time, Kizaemon and Debuchi shoved Musashi forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stumbled four or five paces toward Kimura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura stepped back a pace, lifted his elbow above his face, and sucking in his breath, swiftly brought his sword down toward Musashi's stumbling form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a curious gritty sound as the sword flashed through the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the same time a shout was heard—not from Musashi but from Jōtarō, who had jumped out from his position behind the pine tree." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The handful of sand he had thrown was the source of the strange noise." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'strike' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Realizing that Kimura would be gauging the distance so as to strike effectively, Musashi had deliberately added speed to his stumbling steps and at the time of the strike was much closer to Kimura than the latter had anticipated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His sword touched nothing but air, and sand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Both men quickly jumped back, separating themselves by three or four paces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There they stood, staring menacingly at one another in the tension-filled stillness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is going to be something to watch,\" said Kizaemon softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Debuchi and Murata, though not within the sphere of battle, both took up new positions and assumed defensive stances." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From what they had seen so far, they had no illusions about Musashi's competence as a fighter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His evasion and recovery had already convinced them he was a match for Kimura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kimura's sword was positioned slightly lower than his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood motionless. Musashi, equally still, had his hand on the hilt of his sword, right shoulder forward and elbow high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were two white, polished stones in his shadowy face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a time, it was a battle of nerves, but before either man moved, the darkness around Kimura seemed to waver, to change indefinably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon it was obvious that he was breathing faster and with greater agitation than Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A low grunt, barely audible, issued from Debuchi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew now that what had started as a comparatively trivial matter was about to turn into a catastrophe." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kizaemon and Murata, he felt sure, understood this as well as he. It was not going to be easy to put an end to this." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ur a writing helper. partner writes, u do next one sentence. might have existing chars/stuff - roll with it" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The outcome of the fight between Musashi and Kimura was as good as decided, unless extraordinary steps were taken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reluctant as the three other men were to do anything that suggested cowardice, they found themselves forced to act to prevent disaster." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'themselves' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The best solution would be to rid themselves of this strange, unbalanced intruder as expeditiously as possible, without themselves suffering needless wounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No exchange of words was needed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They communicated perfectly with their eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Acting in unison, the three moved in on Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the same instant, Musashi's sword, with the twang of a bowstring, pierced the air, and a thunderous shout filled the empty space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The battle cry came not from his mouth alone but from his whole body, the sudden peal of a temple bell resounding in all directions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From his opponents, arrayed to both sides of him, to front and back, came a hissing gurgle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi felt vibrantly alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His blood seemed about to burst from every pore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But his head was as cool as ice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was this the flaming lotus of which the Buddhists spoke?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ultimate heat made one with the ultimate cold, the synthesis of flame and water?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No more sand sailed through the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō had disappeared. Gusts of wind whistled down from the peak of Mount Kasagi; tightly held swords glinted luminescently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One against four, yet Musashi felt himself at no great disadvantage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was conscious of a swelling in his veins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At times like this, the idea of dying is said to assert itself in the mind, but Musashi had no thought of death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the same time, he felt no certainty of his ability to win." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wind seemed to blow through his head, cooling his brain, clearing his vision, though his body was growing sticky, and beads of oily sweat glistened on his forehead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a faint rustle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like a beetle's antennae, Musashi's sword told him that the man on his left had moved his foot an inch or two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made the necessary adjustment in the position of his weapon, and the enemy, also perceptive, made no further move to attack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The five formed a seemingly static tableau." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi was aware that the longer this continued, the less advantageous it was for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would have liked somehow to have his opponents not around him but stretched out in a straight line—to take them on one by one—but he was not dealing with amateurs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fact was that until one of them shifted of his own accord, Musashi could make no move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All he could do was wait and hope that eventually one would make a momentary misstep and give him an opening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His adversaries took little comfort from their superiority in numbers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They knew that at the slightest sign of a relaxed attitude on the part of any one of them, Musashi would strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here, they understood, was the type of man that one did not ordinarily encounter in this world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even Kizaemon could make no move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What a strange man!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he thought to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swords, men, earth, sky—everything seemed to have frozen solid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then into this stillness came a totally unexpected sound, the sound of a flute, wafted by the wind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the melody stole into Musashi's ears, he forgot himself, forgot the enemy, forgot about life and death." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'sound' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew this sound, for it was the one that had enticed him out of hiding on Mount Takateru—the sound that had delivered him into the hands of Takuan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Otsū's flute, and it was Otsū playing it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He went limp inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Externally, the change was barely perceptible, but that was enough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a battle cry rising from his loins, Kimura lunged forward, his sword arm seeming to stretch out six or seven feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi's muscles tensed, and the blood seemed to rush through him toward a state of hemorrhage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sure he had been cut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His left sleeve was rent from shoulder to wrist, and the sudden exposure of his arm made him think the flesh had been cut open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For once, his self-possession left him and he screamed out the name of the god of war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He leaped, turned suddenly, and saw Kimura stumble toward the place where he himself had been standing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi!\" shouted Debuchi Magobei." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You talk better than you fight!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "taunted Murata, as he and Kizaemon scrambled to head Musashi off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Musashi gave the earth a powerful kick and sprang high enough to brush against the lower branches of the pine trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he leaped again and again, and off he flew into the darkness, never looking back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Coward!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fight like a man!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Musashi reached the edge of the moat around the inner castle, there was a cracking of twigs, and then silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only sound was the sweet melody of the flute in the distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Nightingales" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no way of knowing how much stagnant rainwater might be at the bottom of the thirty-foot moat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After diving into the hedge near the top and rapidly sliding halfway down, Musashi stopped and threw a rock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hearing no splash, he leapt to the bottom, where he lay down on his back in the grass, not making a sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a time his ribs stopped heaving and his pulse returned to normal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the sweat cooled, he began to breathe regularly again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Otsū couldn't be here at Koyagyū!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he told himself. \"My ears must be playing tricks on me... Still, it's not impossible. It could have been her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he debated with himself, he envisioned Otsū's eyes among the stars above him, and soon he was carried away by memories: Otsū at the pass on the Mimasaka-Harima border, where she had said she could not live without him, there was no other man in the world for her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'waited' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then at Hanada Bridge in Himeji, when she had told him how she had waited for him for nearly a thousand days and would have waited ten years, or twenty—until she was old and gray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her begging him to take her with him, her assertion that she could bear any hardship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His headlong flight at Himeji had been a betrayal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How she must have hated him after that!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How she must have bit her lips and cursed the unpredictability of men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Forgive me!\" The words he had carved on the railing of the bridge slipped from his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tears seeped from the corners of his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was startled by a cry from the top of the moat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded like, \"He's not here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three or four pine torches flickered among the trees, then disappeared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They hadn't spotted him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was annoyed to find himself weeping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do I need with a woman?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he said scornfully, wiping his eyes with his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He jumped to his feet and looked up at the black outline of Koyagyū Castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They called me a coward, said I couldn't fight like a man! Well, I haven't surrendered yet, not by a long shot. I didn't run away. I just made a tactical retreat.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost an hour had passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He began walking slowly along the bottom of the moat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No point in fighting those four anyway. That wasn't my aim to begin with. When I find Sekishūsai himself, then the real battle will start.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stopped and began gathering fallen branches, which he broke into short sticks over his knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shoving them one by one into cracks in the stone wall, he used them for footholds and climbed out of the moat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could no longer hear the flute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a second he had the vague feeling Jōtarō was calling, but when he stopped and listened closely, he could hear nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't really worried about the boy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could take care of himself; he was probably miles away by now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The absence of torches indicated the search had been called off, at least for the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The thought of finding and defeating Sekishūsai was once again his controlling passion, the immediate shape taken by his overpowering desire for recognition and honor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had heard from the innkeeper that Sekishūsai's retreat was in neither of the castle encirclements but in a secluded spot in the outer grounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked through the woods and valleys, at times suspecting he had strayed outside the castle grounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a bit of moat, a stone wall or a rice granary would reassure him he was still inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All night he searched, compelled by a diabolic urge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He intended, once he had found the mountain house, to burst in with his challenge on his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as the hours wore on, he would have welcomed the sight of even a ghost appearing in Sekishūsai's form." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was getting on toward daybreak when he found himself at the back gate of the castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond it rose a precipice and above that Mount Kasagi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the verge of screaming with frustration, he retraced his steps southward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, at the bottom of a slope inclined toward the southeast quarter of the castle, well-shaped trees and well-trimmed grass told him he'd found the hideaway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His conjecture was soon confirmed by a gate, with a thatched roof, in the style favored by the great tea master Sen no Rikyū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside he could make out a bamboo grove shrouded in morning mist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Peeking through a crack in the gate, he saw that the path meandered through the grove and up the hill, as in Zen Buddhist mountain retreats." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment he was tempted to leap over the fence, but he checked himself; something about the surroundings held him back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was it the loving care that had been lavished on the area, or the sight of white petals on the ground?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever it was, the sensitivity of the occupant came through, and Musashi's agitation subsided." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He suddenly thought of his appearance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He must look like a tramp, with his disheveled hair and his kimono in disarray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No need to rush,\" he said to himself, conscious now of his exhaustion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to pull himself together before presenting himself to the master inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sooner or later,\" he thought, \"someone's bound to come to the gate. That'll be time enough. If he still refuses to see me as a wandering student, then I'll use a different approach.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sat down under the eaves of the gate, leaned his back against the post and dropped off to sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stars were fading and white daisies swaying in the breeze when a large drop of dew fell coldly on his neck and woke him up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Daylight had come, and as he stirred from his nap, his head was cleansed by the morning breeze and the singing of the nightingales." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No vestige of weariness remained: he felt reborn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rubbing his eyes and looking up, he saw the bright red sun climbing over the mountains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He jumped up. The sun's heat had already rekindled his ardor, and the strength stored up in his limbs demanded action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stretching, he said softly, \"Today's the day.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was hungry, and for some reason this made him think about Jōtarō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps he had treated the boy too roughly the night before, but it had been a calculated move, a part of the lad's training." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi again assured himself that Jōtarō, wherever he was, wasn't in any real danger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He listened to the sound of the brook, which ran down the mountainside, detoured inside the fence, circled the bamboo grove and then emerged from under the fence on its journey toward the lower castle grounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi washed his face and drank his fill, in lieu of breakfast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water was good, so good that Musashi imagined it might well be the main reason Sekishūsai had chosen this location for his retirement from the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, knowing nothing of the art of the tea ceremony, he had no inkling that water of such purity was in fact the answer to a tea master's prayer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rinsed his hand towel in the stream, and having wiped the back of his neck thoroughly, cleaned the grime from his nails." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He then tidied his hair with the stiletto attached to his sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since Sekishūsai was not only the master of the Yagyū Style but one of the greatest men in the land, Musashi intended to look his best; he himself was nothing but a nameless warrior, as different from Sekishūsai as the tiniest star is from the moon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Patting his hair and straightening his collar, he felt inwardly composed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mind was clear; he was resolved to knock at the gate like any legitimate caller." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The house was quite a way up the hill, and it wasn't likely an ordinary knock would be heard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking around for a clapper of some kind, he saw a pair of plaques, one on either side of the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were beautifully inscribed, and the carved writing had been filled in with a bluish clay which gave off a bronzelike patina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the right were the words:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Be not suspicious, ye scribes," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of one who likes his castle closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And on the left:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No swordsman will you find here," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only the young nightingales in the fields." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The poem was addressed to the \"scribes,\" referring to the officials of the castle, but its meaning was deeper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old man had not shut his gate merely to wandering students but to all the affairs of this world, to its honors as well as its tribulations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had put behind him worldly desire, both his own and that of others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm still young,\" thought Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Too young! This man is completely beyond my reach.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The desire to knock on the gate evaporated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Indeed, the idea of barging in on the ancient recluse now seemed barbarian, and he felt totally ashamed of himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only flowers and birds, the wind and the moon, should enter this gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sekishūsai was no longer the greatest swordsman in the land, no longer the lord of a fief, but a man who had returned to nature, renouncing the vanity of human life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To upset his household would be a sacrilege." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And what honor, what distinction, could possibly be derived from defeating a man to whom honor and distinction had become meaningless?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a good thing I read this,\" Musashi said to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I hadn't, I'd have made a perfect fool of myself!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With the sun now fairly high in the sky, the nightingales' singing had subsided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From a distance up the hill came the sound of rapid footsteps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Apparently frightened by the clatter, a flock of little birds arced up into the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi peeped through the gate to see who was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Otsū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So it had been her flute he had heard!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Should he wait and meet her?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go away? \"I want to talk with her,\" he thought. \"I must!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Indecision seized him. His heart palpitated and his self-confidence fled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū ran down the path to a point a few feet from where he stood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she stopped and turned back, uttering a little cry of surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought he was right behind me,\" she murmured, looking all around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she ran back up the hill, calling, \"Jōtarō! Where are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hearing her voice, Musashi flushed with embarrassment and began to sweat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His lack of confidence disgusted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't move from his hiding place in the shadow of the trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a short interval, Otsū called again, and this time there was an answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm here. Where are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "shouted Jōtarō from the upper part of the grove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Over here!\" she replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I told you not to wander off like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō came running toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, is this where you are?\" he exclaimed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Didn't I tell you to follow me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I did, but then I saw a pheasant, so I chased it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of all things, chasing after a pheasant! Did you forget you have to go look for somebody important this morning?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I'm not worried about him. He's not the kind to get hurt.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, that's not the way it was last night when you came running to my room. You were ready to burst into tears.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was not! It just happened so fast, I didn't know what to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't either, especially after you told me your teacher's name.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But how do you know Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We come from the same village.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that all?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course that's all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's funny. I don't see why you should start crying just because somebody from the same village turned up here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was I crying that much?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How can you remember everything I did, when you can't remember what you did yourself? Anyway, I guess I was pretty scared. If it'd just been a matter of four ordinary men against my teacher, I wouldn't have worried, but they say all of them are experts. When I heard the flute I remembered you were here in the castle, so I thought maybe if I could apologize to his lordship—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you heard me playing, Musashi must have heard it too. He may even have known it was me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice softened. \"I was thinking of him as I played.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't see what difference that makes. Anyway, I could tell from the sound of the flute where you were.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And that was quite a performance—storming into the house and screaming about a 'battle' going on somewhere. His lordship was pretty shocked.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But he's a nice man. When I told him I'd killed Tarō, he didn't get mad like all the others.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suddenly realizing she was wasting time, Otsū hurried toward the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can talk later,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right now there are more important things to do. We've got to find Musashi. Sekishūsai even broke his own rule by saying he'd like to meet the man who'd done what you said.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū looked as cheerful as a flower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the bright sun of early summer, her cheeks shone like ripening fruit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sniffed at the young leaves and felt their freshness fill her lungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi, hidden in the trees, watched her intently, marveling at how healthy she looked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Otsū he saw now was very different from the girl who had sat dejectedly on the porch of the Shippōji, looking out at the world with vacant eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The difference was that then Otsū had had no one to love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or at least, such love as she had felt had been vague and difficult to pin down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been a sentimental child, self-conscious about being an orphan, and somewhat resentful of the fact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Coming to know Musashi, having him to look up to, had given birth to the love that now dwelt inside her and gave meaning to her life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "During the long year she'd spent wandering around in search of him, body and mind had developed the courage to face anything fate might fling at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly perceiving her new vitality and how beautiful it made her, Musashi yearned to take her somewhere where they could be alone and tell her everything—how he longed for her, how he needed her physically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to reveal that hidden in his heart of steel was a weakness; he wanted to retract the words he had carved on Hanada Bridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If no one were to know, he could show her how tender he could be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would tell her he felt the same love for her that she felt for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could hug her, rub his cheek against hers, cry the tears he wanted to cry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was strong enough now to admit to himself that these feelings were real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Things Otsū had said to him in the past came back to him and he saw how cruel and ugly it was for him to reject the simple, straightforward love she had offered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was miserable, yet there was something in him that couldn't surrender to these feelings, something that told him it was wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was two different men, one longing to call out to Otsū, the other telling him he was a fool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't be sure which was his real self." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Staring from behind the tree, lost in indecision, he seemed to see two paths ahead, one of light and another of darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū, unaware of his presence, walked a few paces out from the gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking back, she saw Jōtarō stooping to pick something up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jōtarō, what on earth are you doing? Hurry up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait!\" he cried excitedly. \"Look at this!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's nothing but a dirty old rag! What do you want that for?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It belongs to Musashi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To Musashi?\" she exclaimed, running back to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, it's his,\" replied Jōtaro as he held the hand towel up by the corners for her to see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I remember it. It came from the widow's house where we stayed in Nara. See, here: there's a maple leaf design dyed on it and a character reading 'Lin.' That's the name of the owner of the dumpling restaurant there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think Musashi was right here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū cried, looking frantically around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō drew himself up almost to the girl's height and at the top of his voice yelled, \"Sensei!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the grove there was a rustling sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a gasp, Otsū spun around and darted toward the trees, the boy chasing after her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where are you going?\" he called." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi just ran away!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which way?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't see him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Over there in the trees!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had caught a glimpse of Musashi's figure, but the momentary joy she experienced was immediately replaced by apprehension, for he was rapidly increasing the distance between them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She ran after him with all the strength her legs possessed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō ran along with her, not really believing she'd seen Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're wrong!\" he shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It must be somebody else. Why would Musashi run away?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just look!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There!\" She took a deep breath, and straining her voice to the utmost, screamed, \"Mu—sa—shi!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But no more had the frantic cry come from her lips than she stumbled and fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Jōtarō helped her up, she cried, \"Why don't you call him too? Call him! Call him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead of doing as she said, he froze in shock and stared at her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had seen that face before, with its bloodshot eyes, its needlelike eyebrows, its waxen nose and jaw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the face of the mask!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The madwoman's mask the widow in Nara had given him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū's face lacked the curiously curved mouth, but otherwise the likeness was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He quickly withdrew his hands and recoiled in fright." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū continued her scolding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can't give up! He'll never come back if we let him get away now! Call him! Get him to come back!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something inside Jōtarō resisted, but the look on Otsū's face told him it was useless to try to reason with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They started running again, and he, too, began to shout for all he was worth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beyond the woods was a low hill, along the bottom of which ran the back road from Tsukigase to Iga." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is Musashi!\" cried Jōtarō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having reached the road, the boy could see his master clearly, but Musashi was too far ahead of them to hear their shouts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū and Jōtarō ran as far as their legs would carry them, shouting themselves hoarse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their screams echoed through the fields." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the edge of the valley they lost sight of Musashi, who ran straight into the heavily wooded foothills." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They stopped and stood there, forlorn as deserted children." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "White clouds stretched out emptily above them, while the murmuring of a stream accented their loneliness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's crazy! He's out of his mind! How could he leave me like this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō cried, stamping the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū leaned against a large chestnut tree and let the tears gush forth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even her great love for Musashi—a love for which she would have sacrificed anything—was incapable of holding him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was puzzled, bereft and angry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew what his purpose in life was, and why he was avoiding her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had known since that day at Hanada Bridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, she could not comprehend why he considered her a barrier between him and his goal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why should his determination be weakened by her presence?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or was that just an excuse?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was the real reason that he didn't like her enough?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would make more sense perhaps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And yet... and yet... Otsū had come to understand Musashi when she had seen him tied up in the tree at the Shippōji." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could not believe him to be the sort who would lie to a woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he didn't care about her, he would say so, but in fact he had told her at Hanada Bridge that he did like her very much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She recalled his words with sadness." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'trusted' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being an orphan, she was prevented by a certain coldness from trusting many people, but once she trusted someone, she trusted him completely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this moment, she felt there was no one but Musashi worth living for or relying on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi's betrayal had taught her, the hard way, how careful a girl must be in judging men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Musashi was not Matahachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had not only decided that she would live for him, whatever happened, but had already made up her mind never to regret doing so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But why couldn't he have said just one word?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was more than she could bear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The leaves of the chestnut tree were shaking, as though the tree itself understood and sympathized." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The angrier she became, the more she was possessed by her love for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whether it was fate or not, she couldn't say, but her grief-torn spirit told her there was no real life for her apart from Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō glanced down the road and muttered, \"Here comes a priest.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū paid no attention to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With the approach of noon, the sky above had turned a deep, transparent blue." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'having' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monk descending the slope in the distance had the look of having stepped down from the clouds, of having no connection whatever with this earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he neared the chestnut tree, he looked toward it and saw Otsū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's all this?\" he exclaimed, and at the sound of his voice, Otsū looked up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her swollen eyes wide with astonishment, she cried, \"Takuan!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In her present condition, she saw Takuan Sōhō as a savior." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered if she was dreaming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although the sight of Takuan was a shock to Otsū, the discovery of Otsū was for Takuan no more than confirmation of something he had suspected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As it happened, his arrival was neither accident nor miracle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan had been on friendly terms with the Yagyū family for a long time, his acquaintance with them going back to the days when, as a young monk at the Sangen'in in the Daitokuji, his duties had included cleaning the kitchen and making bean paste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In those days, the Sangen'in, then known as the \"North Sector\" of the Daitokuji, had been famous as a gathering place for \"unusual\" samurai, which is to say, samurai who were given to thinking philosophically about the meaning of life and death; men who felt the need to study affairs of the spirit, as well as the technical skills of the martial arts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Samurai flocked there in greater numbers than did Zen monks, and one result of this was that the temple became known as a breeding ground for revolt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Among the samurai who came frequently were Suzuki Ihaku, the brother of Lord Kōizumi of Ise; Yagyū Gorōzaemon, the heir of the House of Yagyū; and Gorōzaemon's brother Munenori." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Munenori had quickly taken a liking to Takuan, and the two had remained friends ever since." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the course of a number of visits to Koyagyū Castle, Takuan had met Sekishūsai and had acquired great respect for the older man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sekishūsai had also taken a liking to the young monk, who struck him as having a great deal of promise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Recently Takuan had stopped for a time at the Nansōji in Izumi Province and from there had sent a letter to inquire after the health of Sekishūsai and Munenori." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had received a long reply from Sekishūsai, saying in part:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have been very fortunate lately." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Munenori has taken a post with the Tokugawas, in Edo, and my grandson, who left the service of Lord Katō of Higo and went out to study on his own, is making progress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I myself have in my service a beautiful young girl who not only plays the flute well but talks with me, and together we have tea, arrange flowers and compose poems." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She is the delight of my old age, a flower blooming in what might otherwise be a cold, withered old hut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since she says that she comes from Mimasaka, which is near your birthplace, and was brought up in a temple called the Shippōji, I imagine that you and she have much in common." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is unusually pleasant to drink one's evening sake to the accompaniment of a flute well played, and since you are so close to here, I hope you will come and enjoy this treat with me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would have been difficult for Takuan to refuse the invitation under any circumstances, but the certainty that the girl described in the letter was Otsū made him all the more eager to accept." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the three of them walked toward Sekishūsai's house, Takuan asked Otsū many questions, which she answered without reservation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She told him what she'd been doing since last seeing him in Himeji, what had happened that morning, and how she felt about Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nodding patiently, he heard out her tearful story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she was finished, he said, \"I guess women are able to choose ways of life that would not be possible for men. You want me, I take it, to advise you on the path that you should follow in the future.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, no.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well... \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've already decided what I'm going to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan scrutinized her closely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had stopped walking and was looking at the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She seemed to be in the depths of despair, yet there was a certain strength in the tone of her voice that forced Takuan to a reappraisal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I'd had any doubts, if I'd thought I'd give up,\" she said, \"I'd never have left the Shippōji. I'm still determined to meet Musashi. The only question in my mind is whether this will cause him trouble, whether my continuing to live will bring him unhappiness. If it does, I'll have to do something about it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just what does that mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't tell you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Be careful, Otsū!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Under this bright, cheerful sun, the god of death is tugging at you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I... I don't know what you mean.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't suppose you would, but that's because the god of death is lending you strength. You'd be a fool to die, Otsū, particularly over nothing more than a one-sided love affair.\" Takuan laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū was getting angry again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She might as well have been talking to thin air, she thought, for Takuan had never been in love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was impossible for anyone who'd never been in love to understand how she felt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For her to try to explain her feelings to him was like him trying to explain Zen Buddhism to an imbecile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But just as there was truth in Zen, whether an imbecile could understand it or not, there were people who would die for love, whether Takuan could understand it or not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To a woman at least, love was a far more serious matter than the troublesome riddles of a Zen priest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When one was swayed by a love that meant life or death, what difference did it make what the clapping of one hand sounded like?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Biting her lips, Otsū vowed to say no more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan became serious. \"You should have been born a man, Otsū. A man with the kind of willpower you have would certainly accomplish something for the good of the country.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does that mean it's wrong for a woman like me to exist? Because it might bring harm to Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't twist what I said. I wasn't talking about that. But no matter how much you love Musashi, he still runs away, doesn't he? And I daresay you never will catch him!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not doing this because I enjoy it. I can't help it. I love him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't see you for a while, and the next thing I know, you're carrying on like all the other women!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But can't you see? Oh, never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. A brilliant priest like you would never understand a woman's feelings!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know how to answer that. It's true, though; women do puzzle me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū turned away from him and said, \"Let's go, Jōtarō!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Takuan stood watching, the two of them started down a side road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a sad flicker of his eyebrows, the monk came to the conclusion that there was nothing more for him to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He called after her, \"Aren't you going to say good-bye to Sekishūsai before setting out on your own?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll say good-bye to him in my heart. He knows I never meant to stay at his house this long anyway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Won't you reconsider?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Reconsider what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, it was nice living in the mountains of Mimasaka, but it's nice here too. It's peaceful and quiet, and life is simple. Instead of seeing you go out in the ordinary world, with all its misery and hardships, I'd like to see you live your life out in peace, among these mountains and streams, like those nightingales we hear singing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, ha! Thanks so much, Takuan!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan sighed, realizing he was helpless before this strong-willed young woman, so determined to go blindly on her chosen way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You may laugh, Otsū, but the path you are embarking on is one of darkness.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Darkness?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were brought up in a temple. You should know that the path of darkness and desire leads only to frustration and misery—frustration and misery beyond salvation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's never been a path of light for me, not since I was born.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But there is, there is!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Putting his last drop of energy into this plea, Takuan came up to the girl and took her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted desperately for her to trust him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll talk to Sekishūsai about it,\" he offered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"About how you can live and be happy. You can find yourself a good husband here in Koyagyū, have children, and do the things that women do. You'd make this a better village. That would make you happier too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand you're trying to be helpful, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do it! I beg you!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pulling her by the hand, he looked at Jōtarō and said, \"You come too, boy!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jōtarō shook his head decisively." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not me. I'm going to follow my master.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, do as you like, but at least go back to the castle and say good-bye to Sekishūsai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I forgot!\" gasped Jōtarō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I left my mask there. I'll go get it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He streaked off, untroubled by paths of darkness and paths of light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū, however, stood still at the crossroads." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan relaxed, becoming again the old friend she had known before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He warned her of the dangers lurking in the life she was trying to lead and tried to convince her there were other ways to find happiness. Otsū remained unmoved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently Jōtarō came running back with the mask over his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan froze when he saw it, instinctively feeling that this was the future face of Otsū, the one he would see after she had suffered on her long journey along the path of darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll go now,\" said Otsū, stepping away from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō, clinging to her sleeve, said, \"Yes, let's go! Now!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan lifted his eyes to the white clouds, lamenting his failure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's nothing more I can do,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Buddha himself despaired of saving women.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good-bye, Takuan,\" said Otsū." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm bowing here to Sekishūsai, but would you also tell him thank you and good-bye for me?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, even I'm beginning to think priests are crazy. Everywhere they go, they meet no one but people rushing toward hell.\" Takuan raised his hands, let them drop and said very solemnly, \"Otsū, if you begin to drown in the Six Evil Ways or the Three Crossings, call out my name. Think of me, and call my name! Until then, all I can say is, travel on as far as you can and try to be careful!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n6 sentences\nStyle:\nEiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ FIRE ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Sasaki Kojirō ]\n\nJust south of Kyoto, the Yodo River wound around a hill called Momoyama (the site of Fushimi Castle), then flowed on through the Yamashiro Plain toward the ramparts of Osaka Castle, some twenty miles farther to the southwest. Partly owing to this direct water link, each political ripple in the Kyoto area produced immediate repercussions in Osaka, while in Fushimi it seemed that every word spoken by an Osaka samurai, let alone an Osaka general, was reported as a portent of the future.\n\nAround Momoyama, a great upheaval was in progress, for Tokugawa Ieyasu had decided to transform the way of life that had flourished under Hideyoshi. Osaka Castle, occupied by Hideyori and his mother, Yodogimi, still clung desperately to the vestiges of its faded authority, as the setting sun holds fast to its vanishing beauty, but real power resided at Fushimi, where Ieyasu had chosen to live during his extended trips to the Kansai region. The clash between old and new was visible everywhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It could be discerned in the boats plying the river, in the deportment of the people on the highways, in popular songs, and in the faces of the displaced samurai searching for work.\n\nThe castle at Fushimi was under repair, and the rocks disgorged from the boats onto the riverbank formed a virtual mountain. Most of them were huge boulders, at least six feet square and three or four feet high. They fairly sizzled under a boiling sun. Though it was autumn by the calendar, the sweltering heat was reminiscent of the dog days immediately following the early summer rainy season.\n\nWillow trees near the bridge shimmered with a whitish glint, and a large cicada zigzagged crazily from the river into a small house near the bank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The roofs of the village, deprived of the gentle colors their lanterns swathed them in at twilight, were a dry, dusty gray. In the heat of high noon, two laborers, mercifully freed for half an hour from their backbreaking work, lay sprawled on the broad surface of a boulder, chatting about what was on everybody's lips.\n\n\"You think there'll be another war?\"\n\n\"I don't see why not. There doesn't seem to be anybody strong enough to keep things under control.\"\n\n\"I guess you're right. The Osaka generals seem to be signing up all the rōnin they can find.\"\n\n\"They would, I suppose. Maybe I shouldn't say this too loud, but I heard the Tokugawas are buying guns and ammunition from foreign ships.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If they are, why is Ieyasu letting his granddaughter Senhime marry Hideyori?\"\n\n\"How should I know? Whatever he's doing, you can bet he has his reasons. Ordinary people like us can't be expected to know what Ieyasu has in mind.\"\n\nFlies buzzed about the two. A swarm covered two nearby oxen. Still hitched to empty timber carts, the beasts lazed in the sun, stolid, impassive and drooling at the mouth.\n\nThe real reason the castle was undergoing repairs was not known to the lowly laborer, who assumed that Ieyasu was to stay there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Actually, it was one phase of a huge building program, an important part of the Tokugawa scheme of government." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Construction work on a large scale was also being carried out in Edo, Nagoya, Suruga, Hikone, Ōtsu and a dozen other castle towns." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'ieyasu' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The purpose was to a large extent political, for one of Ieyasu's methods of maintaining control over the daimyō was to order them to undertake various engineering projects. Since none was powerful enough to refuse, this kept the friendly lords too busy to grow soft, while simultaneously forcing the daimyō who'd opposed Ieyasu at Sekigahara to part with large portions of their incomes. Still another aim of the government was to win the support of the common people, who profited both directly and indirectly from extensive public works.\n\nAt Fushimi alone, nearly a thousand laborers were engaged in extending the stone battlements, with the incidental result that the town around the castle experienced a sudden influx of peddlers, prostitutes and horseflies—all symbols of prosperity. The masses were delighted with the good times Ieyasu had brought, and merchants relished the thought that on top of all this there was a good chance of war—bringing even greater profits. Goods were moving briskly, and even now the bulk of them were military supplies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After fingering their collective abacus, the larger entrepreneurs had concluded that this was where the big money was.\n\nCity folk were fast forgetting the balmy days of Hideyoshi's regime and instead speculating on what might be gained in the days ahead. It made little difference to them who was in power; so long as they could satisfy their own petty wants, they saw no reason to complain. Nor did Ieyasu disappoint them in this respect, for he contrived to scatter money as he might pass out candy to children. Not his own money, to be sure, but that of his potential enemies.\n\nIn agriculture, too, he was instituting a new system of control." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'their' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No longer were local magnates allowed to govern as they pleased or to conscript farmers at will for outside labor. From now on, the peasants were to be permitted to farm their lands—but to do very little else. They were to be kept ignorant of politics and taught to rely on the powers that be.\n\nThe virtuous ruler, to Ieyasu's way of thinking, was one who did not let the tillers of the soil starve but at the same time ensured that they did not rise above their station; this was the policy by which he intended to perpetuate Tokugawa rule. Neither the townspeople nor the farmers nor the daimyō realized that they were being carefully fitted into a feudal system that would eventually bind them hand and foot. No one was thinking of what things might be like in another hundred years." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one, that is, except Ieyasu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nor were the laborers at Fushimi Castle thinking of tomorrow. They had modest hopes of getting through the day, the quicker the better. Though they talked of war and when it might break out, grand plans to maintain peace and increase prosperity had nothing to do with them. Whatever happened, they could not be much worse off than they were.\n\n\"Watermelon! Anybody want a watermelon?\" called a farmer's daughter, who came around at this time every day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost as soon as she appeared, she managed to make a sale to some men matching coins in the shadow of a large rock. Jauntily, she went on from group to group, calling, \"Won't you buy my melons?\"\n\n\"You crazy? You think we've got money for watermelons?\"\n\n\"Over here! I'll be glad to eat one—if it's free.\"\n\nDisappointed because her initial luck had been deceptive, the girl approached a young worker sitting between two boulders, his back propped against one, his feet against the other, and his arms around his knees. \"Watermelon?\" she asked, not very hopefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was thin, his eyes sunken, and his skin ruddily sunburned. A shroud of fatigue dimmed his obvious youth; still, his closer friends would have recognized him as Hon'iden Matahachi. Wearily he counted some grimy coins into the palm of his hand and gave them to the girl.\n\nWhen he leaned back against the rock again, his head drooped morosely. The slight effort had exhausted him. Gagging, he leaned to one side and began to spit up on the grass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lacked the little strength it would have taken to retrieve the watermelon, which had tumbled from his knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stared dully at it, his black eyes revealing no trace of strength or hope.\n\n\"The swine,\" he mumbled weakly. He meant the people he would like to strike back at: Okō, with her whitened face; Takezō, with his wooden sword. His first mistake had been to go to Sekigahara; his second to succumb to the lascivious widow. He had come to believe that but for these two events, he would be at home in Miyamoto now, the head of the Hon'iden family, a husband with a beautiful wife, and the envy of the village.\n\n\"I suppose Otsū must hate me now... though I wonder what she's doing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In his present circumstances, thinking occasionally of his former fiancée was his only comfort." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Okō's true nature had finally sunk in, he had begun to long for Otsū again. He had thought of her more and more since the day he'd had the good sense to break loose from the Yomogi Teahouse.\n\nOn the night of his departure, he had discovered that the Miyamoto Musashi who was acquiring a reputation as a swordsman in the capital was his old friend Takezō. This severe shock was followed almost immediately by strong waves of jealousy." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n6 sentences\nStyle:\nEiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'himself' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Otsū in mind, he had stopped drinking and attempted to slough off his laziness and his bad habits. But at first he was unable to find any suitable work. He cursed himself for having been out of the swim of things for five years, while an older woman supported him. For a time it appeared as though it was too late to change.\n\n\"Not too late,\" he'd assured himself. \"I'm only twenty-two. I can do whatever I want, if I try!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "While anyone might experience this sentiment, in Matahachi's case it meant shutting his eyes, leaping over an abyss of five years, and hiring himself out as a day laborer at Fushimi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here he had worked hard, slaving steadily day after day while the sun beat down on him from summer into fall. He was rather proud of himself for sticking to it.\n\n\"I'll show them all!\" he was thinking now, despite his queasiness. \"No reason I can't make a name for myself. I can do anything Takezō can do! I can do even more, and I will. Then I'll have my revenge, despite Okō. Ten years is all I need.\"\n\nTen years? He stopped to calculate how old Otsū would be by then. Thirty-one!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would she stay single, wait for him all that time? Not likely. Matahachi had no inkling of recent developments in Mimasaka, no way of knowing that his was but a pipe dream, but ten years—never! It would have to be no more than five or six. Within that time he would have to make a success of himself; that was all there was to it. Then he could go back to the village, apologize to Otsū and persuade her to marry him. \"That's the only way!\" he exclaimed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Five years, six at most.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stared at the watermelon and a glimmer of light returned to his eyes.\n\nJust then one of his fellow workers rose up beyond the rock in front of him, and resting his elbows on the boulder's broad top, called, \"Hey, Matahachi. What're you mumbling to yourself about? Say, your face is green. Watermelon rotten?\"\n\nMatahachi, though he forced a wan smile, was seized by another wave of dizziness. Saliva streamed from his mouth as he shook his head. \"It's nothing, nothing at all,\" he managed to gasp. \"Guess I got a little too much sun. Let me take it easy here for an hour or so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The burly stone haulers gibed at his lack of strength, albeit good-naturedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of them asked, \"Why'd you buy a watermelon when you can't eat it?\"\n\n\"I bought it for you fellows,\" answered Matahachi. \"I thought it'd make up for not being able to do my share of the work.\"\n\n\"Now, that was smart. Hey, men! Watermelon! Have some, on Matahachi.\"\n\nSplitting the melon on the corner of a rock, they fell to it like ants, snatching greedily at the sweet, dripping hunks of red pulp. It was all gone when moments later a man jumped up on a rock and yelled, \"Back to work, all of you!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The samurai in charge emerged from a hut, whip in hand, and the stench of sweat spread over the earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presently the melody of a rock haulers' chantey rose from the site, as a gigantic boulder was shifted with large levers onto rollers and dragged along with ropes as thick as a man's arm. It advanced ponderously, like a moving mountain.\n\nWith the boom in castle construction, these rhythmical songs proliferated. Though the words were rarely written down, no less a personage than Lord Hachisuka of Awa, who was in charge of building Nagoya Castle, quoted several verses in a letter. His lordship, who would hardly have had occasion to so much as touch construction materials, had apparently learned them at a party. Simple compositions, like the following, they'd become something of a fad in society as well as among work crews." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From Awataguchi we've pulled them—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dragged rock after rock after rock.\n\nFor our noble Lord Tōgorō.\n\nEi, sa, ei, sa...\n\nPull—ho! Drag—ho! Pull—ho! Drag—ho!\n\nHis lordship speaks," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Our arms and legs tremble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We're loyal to him—to the death.\n\nThe letter writer commented, \"Everybody, young and old alike, sings this, for it is part of the floating world we live in.\"\n\nWhile the laborers at Fushimi were not aware of these social reverberations, their songs did reflect the spirit of the times. The tunes popular when the Ashikaga shogunate was in decline had been on the whole decadent and had been sung mostly in private, but during the prosperous years of Hideyoshi's regime, happy, cheerful songs were often heard in public. Later, with the stern hand of Ieyasu making itself felt, the melodies lost some of their rollicking spirit. As Tokugawa rule became stronger, spontaneous singing tended to give way to music composed by musicians in the shōgun's employ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi rested his head on his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It burned with fever, and the heave-ho singing buzzed indistinctly in his ears, like a swarm of bees. All alone now, he lapsed into depression.\n\n\"What's the use,\" he groaned. \"Five years. Suppose I do work hard—what'll it get me? For a whole day's work, I make only enough to eat that day. If I take a day off, I don't eat.\"\n\nSensing someone standing near him, he looked up and saw a tall young man. His head was covered with a deep, coarsely woven basket hat, and at his side hung a bundle of the sort carried by shugyōsha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An emblem in the form of a half-open steel-ribbed fan adorned the front of his hat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was gazing thoughtfully at the construction work and sizing up the terrain.\n\nAfter a time he seated himself next to a flat, broad rock, which was just the right height to serve as a writing table. He blew away the sand on top, along with a line of ants marching across it, then with his elbows propped on the rock and his head on his hands, resumed his intense survey of the surroundings. Though the sun's glare hit him full in the face, he remained motionless, seemingly impervious to the discomforting heat. He did not notice Matahachi, who was still too miserable to care whether anyone was around or not. The other man meant nothing to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat with his back to the newcomer and spasmodically retched." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: I'll give you some medicine," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By and by the samurai became aware of his gagging. \"You there,\" he said. \"What's the matter?\"\n\n\"It's the heat,\" answered Matahachi.\n\n\"You're in pretty bad shape, aren't you?\"\n\n\"I'm a little better than I was, but I still feel dizzy.\"\n\n\"I'll give you some medicine,\" said the samurai, opening his black-lacquered pillbox and shaking some black pills into the palm of his hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked over and put the medicine in Matahachi's mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll be all right in no time,\" he said.\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\n\"Do you plan to rest here for a while longer?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Then do me a favor. Let me know if anybody comes—throw a pebble or something.\"\n\nHe went back to his own rock, sat down, and took a brush from his writing kit and a notebook from his kimono." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He opened the pad on the rock and began to draw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Under the brim of his hat, his eyes moved back and forth from the castle to its immediate surroundings, taking in the main tower, the fortifications, the mountains in the background, the river and the smaller streams.\n\nJust before the Battle of Sekigahara, this castle had been attacked by units of the Western Army, and two compounds, as well as part of the moat, had suffered considerable damage. Now the bastion was not only being restored but also being strengthened, so that it would outclass Hideyori's stronghold at Osaka.\n\nQuickly but in great detail, the student warrior sketched a bird's-eye view of the entire castle and on a second page began making a diagram of the approaches from the rear.\n\n\"Uh-oh!\" exclaimed Matahachi softly. From out of nowhere the inspector of works appeared and was standing behind the sketcher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clad in half-armor, with straw sandals on his feet, he stood there silently, as if waiting to be noticed. Matahachi felt a pang of guilt for not having seen him in time to give warning. It was too late now.\n\nPresently the student warrior lifted his hand to brush a fly off his sweaty collar and in doing so caught sight of the intruder. As he looked up with startled eyes, the inspector stared back angrily for a moment before stretching out a hand toward the drawing. The student warrior grabbed his wrist and jumped up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you think you're doing?\" he shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The inspector seized the notebook and held it high in the air. \"I'd like to have a look at this,\" he barked.\n\n\"You have no right.\"\n\n\"Just doing my job!\"\n\n\"Butting into other people's business—is that your job?\"\n\n\"Why? Shouldn't I look at it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"An oaf like you wouldn't understand it.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'better' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I'd better keep it.\"\n\n\"Oh, no you don't!\" cried the student warrior, making a grab for the notebook. Both pulled at it, ripping it in half.\n\n\"Watch yourself!\" shouted the inspector. \"You'd better have a good explanation, or I'll turn you in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On whose authority? You an officer?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's right.\"\n\n\"What's your group? Who's your commander?\"\n\n\"None of your business. But you might as well know that I'm under orders to investigate anyone around here who looks suspicious. Who gave you permission to make sketches?\"\n\n\"I'm making a study of castles and geographic features for future reference. What's wrong with that?\"\n\n\"The place is swarming with enemy spies. They all have excuses like that. It doesn't matter who you are. You'll have to answer some questions. Come with me!\"\n\n\"Are you accusing me of being a criminal?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just hold your tongue and come along.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rotten officials! Too used to making people cringe every time you open your big mouths!\"\n\n\"Shut up—let's go!\"\n\n\"Try and make me!\" The student warrior was adamant.\n\nAngry veins popping up in his forehead, the inspector dropped his half of the notebook, ground it under foot, and pulled out his truncheon. The student warrior jumped back a pace to improve his position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you're not going to come along willingly, I'll have to tie you up and drag you,\" said the inspector." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before the words were out, his adversary went into action. Uttering a great howl, he seized the inspector by the neck with one hand, grabbed the lower edge of his armor with the other, then hurled him at a large rock.\n\n\"Worthless lout!\" he screamed, but not in time to be heard by the inspector, whose head split open on the rock like a watermelon. With a cry of horror, Matahachi covered his face with his hands to protect it from the globs of red pasty matter flying his way, while the student warrior quickly reverted to an attitude of complete calm.\n\nMatahachi was appalled. Could the man be accustomed to murdering in this brutal fashion? Or was his sangfroid merely the letdown that follows an explosion of rage?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi, shocked to the core, began to sweat profusely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From all he could tell, the other man could hardly have reached the age of thirty. His bony, sunburned face was blemished by pockmarks, and he appeared to have no chin, though this may have been due to a curiously shrunken scar from a deep sword wound.\n\nThe student warrior was in no hurry to flee. He gathered up the torn fragments of his notebook. Then he began looking quietly about for his hat, which had flown off when he made his mighty throw. After finding it, he placed it with care upon his head, once again concealing his eerie face from view." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At a brisk pace he took his leave, gathering speed until he seemed to be flying on the wind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whole incident had happened so fast that neither the hundreds of laborers in the vicinity nor their overseers had noticed it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The workmen continued to toil like drones, as the supervisors, armed with whips and truncheons, bellowed orders at their sweating backs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But one particular pair of eyes had seen it all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Standing atop a high scaffold commanding a view of the whole area was the general overseer of carpenters and log cutters. Seeing that the student warrior was escaping, he roared out a command, setting into motion a group of foot soldiers who had been drinking tea below the scaffold.\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"Another fight?\"\n\nOthers heard the call to arms and soon stirred up a cloud of yellow dust near the wooden gate of the stockade, which divided the construction site from the village. Angry shouts rose from the gathering swarm of people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a spy! A spy from Osaka!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They'll never learn.\"\n\n\"Kill him! Kill him!\"\n\nRock haulers, earth carriers and others, screaming as though the \"spy\" were their personal enemy, bore down on the chinless samurai. He darted behind an oxcart shambling through the gate and tried to slip out, but a sentinel caught sight of him and tripped him with a nail-studded staff.\n\nFrom the overseer's scaffold came the cry: \"Don't let him escape!\"\n\nWith no hesitation, the crowd fell upon the miscreant, who counterattacked like a trapped beast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wresting the staff from the sentinel, he turned on him and with the point of the weapon knocked him down headfirst." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'samurai'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After downing four or five more men in similar fashion, he drew his huge sword and took an offensive stance. His captors fell back in terror, but as he prepared to cut his way out of the circle, a barrage of stones descended on him from all directions.\n\nThe mob vented its wrath in earnest, its mood all the more murderous because of a deep-seated distaste for all shugyōsha. Like most commoners, these laborers considered the wandering samurai useless, nonproductive and arrogant.\n\n\"Stop acting like stupid churls!\" cried the beleaguered samurai, appealing for reason and restraint." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though he fought back, he seemed more concerned with chiding his attackers than with avoiding the rocks they hurled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More than a few innocent bystanders were injured in the melee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, in a trice, it was all over. The shouting ceased, and the laborers began moving back to their work stations. In five minutes, the great construction site was exactly as it had been before, as though nothing had happened. The sparks flying from the various cutting instruments, the whinnying of horses half addled by the sun, the mind-numbing heat—all returned to normal.\n\nTwo guards stood over the collapsed form, which had been trussed up with a thick hemp rope. \"He's ninety percent dead,\" said one, \"so we may as well leave him here till the magistrate comes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked around and spotted Matahachi. \"Hey, you there! Stand watch over this man. If he dies, it doesn't make any difference.\"\n\nMatahachi heard the words, but his head could not quite take in either their import or the meaning of the event he had just witnessed. It all seemed like a nightmare, visible to his eyes, audible to his ears, but not comprehensible to his brain.\n\n\"Life's so flimsy,\" he thought. \"A few minutes ago he was absorbed in his sketching. Now he's dying. He wasn't very old.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt sorry for the chinless samurai, whose head, lying sideways on the ground, was black with dirt and gore, his face still contorted with anger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rope anchored him to a large rock. Matahachi wondered idly why the officials had taken such precautions when the man was too near death to make a sound. Or maybe already dead. One of his legs lay grotesquely exposed through a long rip in his hakama, the white shinbone protruding from the crimson flesh. Blood was sprouting from his scalp, and wasps had begun to hover around his matted hair. Ants nearly covered his hands and feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Poor wretch,\" thought Matahachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If he was studying seriously, he must have had some great ambition in life. Wonder where he's from... if his parents are still alive.\" Matahachi was seized by a peculiar doubt: was he really bemoaning the man's fate, or was he bothered by the vagueness of his own future? \"For a man with ambition,\" he reflected, \"there ought to be a cleverer way to get ahead.\"\n\nThis was an age that fanned the hopes of the young, urged them to cherish a dream, prodded them to improve their status in life. An age, indeed, in which even someone like Matahachi might have visions of rising from nothing to become the master of a castle. A modestly talented warrior could get by simply by traveling from temple to temple and living on the charity of the priests." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he was lucky, he might be taken in by one of the provincial gentry, and if he was still more fortunate, might receive a stipend from a daimyō." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: warrior, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, of all the young men who set out with high hopes, only one in a thousand actually ended up finding a position with an acceptable income. The rest had to be content with what satisfaction they could derive from the knowledge that theirs was a difficult and dangerous calling.\n\nAs Matahachi contemplated the samurai lying before him, the whole idea began to seem utterly stupid. Where could the path Musashi was following possibly lead? Matahachi's desire to equal or surpass his boyhood friend hadn't abated, but the sight of the bloodied warrior made the Way of the Sword seem vain and foolish.\n\nHorror-stricken, he realized that the warrior was moving, and his train of thought stopped short." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man's hand reached out like a turtle's flipper and clawed at the ground. Feebly he lifted his torso, raised his head and pulled the rope taut.\n\nMatahachi could hardly believe his eyes. As the man inched along the ground, he dragged behind him the four-hundred-pound rock securing his rope. One foot, two feet—it was a display of superhuman strength. No muscle man on any rock-hauling crew could have done it, though many boasted of the strength of ten or twenty men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The samurai lying on the threshold of death was possessed by some demonic force, which enabled him to far surpass the power of an ordinary mortal.\n\nA gurgle came from the dying man's throat. He was trying desperately to speak, but his tongue had turned black and dry, making it impossible for him to form the words. Breath came in cracked, hollow hisses; eyes popping from their sockets stared imploringly at Matahachi.\n\n\"Pl—lul—poo—loo—ees... \"\n\nMatahachi gradually understood he was saying \"please.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a different sound, all but inarticulate, Matahachi made out to be \"beg you.\" But it was the man's eyes that really spoke. Therein were the last of his tears and the certainty of death. His head fell back; his breathing ceased. As more ants started coming out of the grass to explore the dust-whitened hair, a few even entering a blood-caked nostril, Matahachi could see the skin under his kimono collar take on a blackish-blue cast.\n\nWhat had the man wanted him to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi felt haunted by the thought that he had incurred an obligation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The samurai had come upon him when he was sick and had had the kindness to give him medicine. Why had fate blinded Matahachi when he should have been warning the man of the inspector's approach? Was this destined to have occurred?\n\nMatahachi tentatively touched the cloth-wrapped bundle on the dead man's obi. The contents would surely reveal who the man was and where he was from. Matahachi suspected that his dying wish had been to have some memento delivered to his family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He detached the bundle, as well as the pillbox, and stuffed them quickly inside his own kimono." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He debated whether to cut off a lock of hair for the man's mother, but while staring into the fearsome face, he heard footsteps approaching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Peeking from behind a rock, he saw samurai coming for the corpse. If he were caught with the dead man's possessions, he'd be in serious trouble. He crouched down low and made his way from shadow to shadow behind the rocks, sneaking away like a field rat.\n\nTwo hours later he arrived at the sweetshop where he was staying. The shopkeeper's wife was by the side of the house, rinsing herself off from a washbasin. Hearing him moving about inside, she showed a portion of her white flesh from behind the side door and called, \"Is that you, Matahachi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Answering with a loud grunt, he dashed into his own room and grabbed a kimono and his sword from a cabinet; he then knotted a rolled towel around his head and prepared to slip into his sandals again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Isn't it dark in there?\" called the woman.\n\n\"No, I can see well enough.\"\n\n\"I'll bring you a lamp.\"\n\n\"No need to. I'm going out.\"\n\n\"Aren't you going to wash?\"\n\n\"No. Later.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: field, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rushed out into the field and swiftly moved away from the shabby house. A few minutes later he looked back to see a group of samurai, no doubt from the castle, come from beyond the miscanthus in the field. They entered the sweetshop from both front and rear.\n\n\"That was a close call,\" he thought. \"Of course, I didn't really steal anything. I just took it in custody. I had to. He begged me to.\"\n\nTo his way of thinking, as long as he admitted that the articles were not his, he had committed no crime." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the same time, he realized he could never again show his face at the construction site." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The miscanthus came up to his shoulders, and a veil of evening mist floated above it. No one could see him from a distance; it would be easy to get away. But which way to go was a difficult choice, all the more so since he strongly felt that good luck lay in one direction and bad luck in another.\n\nOsaka? Kyoto? Nagoya? Edo? He had no friends in any of those places; he might as well roll dice to decide where to go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With dice, as with Matahachi, all was chance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the wind blew, it would waft him along with it.\n\nIt seemed to him that the farther he walked, the deeper he went into the miscanthus. Insects buzzed about him, and the descending mist dampened his clothes. The soaked hems curled around his legs. Seeds caught at his sleeves. His shins itched. The memory of his noonday nausea was gone now and he was painfully hungry." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'house' × 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once he felt himself out of the reach of his pursuers, it became agony to walk.\n\nAn overwhelming urge to find a place to lie down and rest carried him the length of the field, beyond which he spotted the roof of a house. Drawing nearer, he saw that the fence and gate were both askew, apparently damaged by a recent storm. The roof needed fixing too. Yet at one time the house must have belonged to a wealthy family, for there was a certain faded elegance about it. He imagined a beautiful court lady seated in a richly curtained carriage approaching the house at a stately pace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Going through the forlorn-looking gate, he found that both the main house and a smaller detached house were nearly buried in weeds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scene reminded him of a passage by the poet Saigyō that he had been made to learn as a child:\n\n\"I heard that a person I knew lived in Fushimi and went to pay him a call, but the garden was so overgrown! I couldn't even see the path. As the insects sang, I composed this poem:\n\nPressing through the weeds,\n\nI hide my tearful feelings" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the folds of my sleeve." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the dew-laden garden" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even lowly insects weep.\"\n\nMatahachi's heart was chilled as he crouched near the house, whispering the words so long forgotten.\n\nJust as he was about to conclude the house was empty, a red light appeared from deep inside. Presently he heard the pining strains of a shakuhachi, the bamboo flute mendicant priests played when begging on the streets. Looking inside, he discovered the player was indeed a member of that class. He was seated beside the hearth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fire he had just lit grew brighter, and his shadow loomed larger on the wall. He was playing a mournful tune, a solitary lament on the loneliness and melancholy of autumn, intended for no ears but his own. The man played simply, without flourish, giving Matahachi the impression he took little pride in his playing.\n\nWhen the melody came to an end, the priest sighed deeply and launched into a lament.\n\n\"They say when a man is forty, he is free from delusion. But look at me!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forty-seven when I destroyed my family's good name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Forty-seven! And still I was deluded; contrived to lose everything—income, position, reputation. Not only that; I left my only son to fend for himself in this wretched world... For what? An infatuation?\n\n\"It's mortifying—never again could I face my dead wife, nor the boy, wherever he is. Ha! When they say you're wise after forty, they must be talking about great men, not dolts like me. Instead of thinking myself wise because of my years, I should have been more careful than ever. It's madness not to, where women are concerned.\"\n\nStanding his shakuhachi on end in front of him and propping both hands on the mouthpiece, he went on. \"When that business with Otsū came up, nobody would forgive me any longer. It's too late, too late.\"\n\nMatahachi had crept into the next room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He listened but was repelled by what he saw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The priest's cheeks were sunken, his shoulders had a pointed, stray-dog air, and his hair was sheenless. Matahachi crouched in silence; in the flickering firelight the man's form summoned up visions of demons of the night.\n\n\"Oh, what am I to do?\" moaned the priest, lifting his sunken eyes to the ceiling. His kimono was plain and dingy, but he also wore a black cassock, indicating he was a follower of the Chinese Zen master P'u-hua. The reed matting on which he sat, and which he rolled up and carried with him wherever he went, was probably his only household possession—his bed, his curtain, and in bad weather, his roof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Talking won't bring back what I've lost,\" he said, \"Why wasn't I more careful! I thought I understood life. I understood nothing, let my status go to my head! I behaved shamelessly toward a woman. No wonder the gods deserted me. What could be more humiliating?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The priest lowered his head as though apologizing to someone, then lowered it still farther. \"I don't care about myself. The life I have now is good enough for me. It's only right I should do penance and have to survive without outside help.\n\n\"But what have I done to Jōtarō? He'll suffer more for my misconduct than I. If I were still in Lord Ikeda's service, he'd now be the only son of a samurai with an income of five thousand bushels, but because of my stupidity, he's nothing. What's worse, one day, when he's grown, he'll learn the truth.\"\n\nFor a time he sat with his hands covering his face, then suddenly stood up. \"I must stop this—feeling sorry for myself again. The moon's out; I'll go walk in the field—rid myself of these old grievances and ghosts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest picked up his shakuhachi and shuffled listlessly out of the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi thought he saw a hint of a stringy mustache under the emaciated nose. \"What a strange person!\" he thought. \"He's not really old, but he's so unsteady on his feet.\" Suspecting the man might be a little insane, he felt a tinge of pity for him.\n\nFanned by the evening breeze, the flames from the broken kindling were beginning to scorch the floor. Entering the empty room, Matahachi found a pitcher of water and poured some on the fire, reflecting as he did so on the priest's carelessness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wouldn't matter much if this old deserted house burned to the ground, but what if instead it were an ancient temple of the Asuka or Kamakura period? Matahachi felt a rare spasm of indignation. \"It's because of people like him that the ancient temples in Nara and on Mount Kōya are destroyed so often,\" he thought. \"These crazy vagabond priests have no property, no family of their own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They don't give a thought to how dangerous fire is. They'll light one in the main hall of an old monastery, right next to the murals, just to warm their own carcasses, which are of no use to anyone.\n\n\"Now, there's something interesting,\" he mumbled, turning his eyes toward the alcove. It wasn't the graceful design of the room nor the remains of a valuable vase that had attracted his attention, but a blackened metal pot, beside which stood a sake jar with a chipped mouth. In the pot was some rice gruel, and when he shook the jar, it made a cheerful gurgling sound. He smiled broadly, grateful for his good fortune and oblivious, as any hungry man might be, to the property rights of others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He promptly drained off the sake in a couple of long swallows, emptied the rice pot and congratulated himself on the fullness of his belly.\n\nNodding sleepily beside the hearth, he became conscious of the rainlike buzz of insects coming from the dark field outside—not only from the field but from the walls, the ceiling and the rotting tatami mats.\n\nJust before drifting off to sleep, he remembered the bundle he had taken from the dying warrior. He roused himself and untied it. The cloth was a soiled piece of crepe dyed with a dark red sappanwood dye. It contained a washed and bleached undergarment, together with the usual articles travelers carry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unfolding the garment, he found an object the size and shape of a letter scroll, wrapped with great care in oil paper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was also a purse, which fell with a loud clink from a fold in the fabric. Made of purple-dyed leather, it contained enough gold and silver to make Matahachi's hand shake with fear. \"This is someone else's money, not mine,\" he reminded himself.\n\nUndoing the oil paper around the longer object revealed a scroll, wound on a Chinese-quince roller, with a gold brocade end cloth. He immediately sensed that it contained some important secret and with great curiosity put the scroll down in front of him and slowly unrolled it. It said:\n\nCERTIFICATE" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On sacred oath I swear that I have transmitted to Sasaki Kojirō the following seven secret methods of the Chūjō Style of swordsmanship:\n\nOvert—Lightning style, wheel style, rounded style, floating-boat style Secret—The Diamond, The Edification, The Infinite\n\nIssued in the village of Jōkyōji in the Usaka Demesne of Echizen Province on the ______ day of the ______ month.\n\nKanemaki Jisai, Disciple of Toda Seigen\n\nOn a piece of paper that seemed to have been attached later, there followed a poem:\n\nThe moon shining on" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The waters not present" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In an undug well" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yields forth a man\n\nWith neither shadow nor form.\n\nMatahachi realized he was holding a diploma given to a disciple who had learned all his master had to teach, but the name Kanemaki Jisai meant nothing to him. He would have recognized the name of Itō Yagorō, who under the name Ittōsai had created a famous and highly admired style of swordsmanship. He did not know that Jisai was Itō's teacher. Nor did he know that Jisai was a samurai of splendid character, who had mastered the true style of Toda Seigen and had retired to a remote village to pass his old age in obscurity, thereafter transmitting Seigen's method to only a few select students." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi's eyes went back to the first name. \"This Sasaki Kojirō must have been the samurai who was killed at Fushimi today,\" he thought. \"He must have been quite a swordsman to be awarded a certificate in the Chūjō Style, whatever that is. Shame he had to die! But now I'm sure of it. It's just as I suspected. He must've wanted me to deliver this to somebody, probably someone in his birthplace.\"\n\nMatahachi said a short prayer to the Buddha for Sasaki Kojirō, then vowed to himself that somehow he would carry out his new mission.\n\nTo ward off the chill, he rebuilt the fire, then lay down by the hearth and presently fell asleep.\n\nFrom somewhere in the distance came the sound of the old priest's shakuhachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mournful tune, seemingly searching for something, calling out to someone, went on and on, a poignant wave hovering over the rushes of the field.\n\nReunion in Osaka\n\nThe field lay under a gray mist, and the chill in the early morning air hinted that autumn was beginning in earnest. Squirrels were up and about, and in the doorless kitchen of the deserted house, fresh fox tracks crossed the earthen floor.\n\nThe beggar priest, having stumbled back before sunrise, had succumbed to fatigue on the pantry floor, still clutching his shakuhachi. His dirty kimono and cassock were wet with dew and spotty with grass stains picked up while he wandered like a lost soul through the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he opened his eyes and sat up, his nose crinkled, his nostrils and eyes opened wide, and he shook with a mighty sneeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made no effort to wipe off the snot trickling from his nose into his wispy mustache.\n\nHe sat there for a few minutes before recalling that he still had some sake left from the night before. Grumbling to himself, he made his way down a long hallway to the hearth room at the back of the house. By daylight, there were more rooms than there had seemed to be at night, but he found his way without difficulty. To his astonishment, the sake jar was not where he had left it.\n\nInstead there was a stranger by the hearth, with his head on his arm and saliva seeping from his mouth, sound asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whereabouts of the sake was all too clear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sake, of course, was not all that was missing. A quick check revealed that not a drop of the rice gruel intended for breakfast remained. The priest turned scarlet with rage; he could get by without the sake, but rice was a matter of life and death. With a fierce yelp, he kicked the sleeper with all his might, but Matahachi grunted sleepily, took his arm from underneath him, and lazily raised his head.\n\n\"You... you... !\" sputtered the priest, giving him another kick.\n\n\"What are you doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "cried Matahachi. The veins popped out on his sleepy face as he jumped to his feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't kick me like that!\"\n\n\"Kicking's not good enough for you! Who told you you could come in here and steal my rice and sake?\"\n\n\"Oh, were they yours?\"\n\n\"Of course they were!\"\n\n\"Sorry.\"\n\n\"You're sorry? What good does that do me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I apologize.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll have to do more than that!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'don't' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you expect me to do?\"\n\n\"Give them back!\"\n\n\"Heh! They're already inside me; they kept me alive for a night. Can't get them back now!\"\n\n\"I have to live too, don't I? The most I ever get for going around and playing music at people's gates is a few grains of rice or a couple of drops of sake. You imbecile! Do you expect me to stand silently by and let you steal my food? I want it back—give it back!\" His tone as he made his irrational demand was imperious, and his voice sounded to Matahachi like that of a hungry devil straight from hell.\n\n\"Don't be so stingy,\" said Matahachi disparagingly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's there to get so upset about—a little rice and less than half a jar of third-rate sake.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You ass, maybe you turn your nose up at leftover rice, but for me it's a day's food—a day's life!\" The priest grunted and grabbed Matahachi's wrist. \"I won't let you get away with this!\"\n\n\"Don't be a fool!\" countered Matahachi. Wresting his arm free and seizing the old man by his thin hair, he tried to throw him down with a quick yank. To his surprise, the starved-cat body didn't budge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest got a firm grip on Matahachi's neck and clung to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You bastard!\" barked Matahachi, reassessing his opponent's fighting power." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was too late. The priest, planting his feet solidly on the floor, sent Matahachi stumbling backward with a single push. It was a skillful move, utilizing Matahachi's own strength, and Matahachi did not stop until he banged against the plastered wall on the far side of the adjacent room. The posts and lathing being rotten, a good part of the wall collapsed, showering him with dirt. Spitting out a mouthful, he jumped up, drew his sword and lunged at the old man.\n\nThe latter prepared to parry the attack with his shakuhachi, but he was already gasping for air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now see what you've got yourself into!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "yelled Matahachi as he swung. He missed but went on swinging relentlessly, giving the priest no chance to catch his breath. The old man's face took on a ghostly look. He jumped back time and again, but there was no spring in his step; he appeared to be on the verge of collapse. Each time he dodged, he let out a plaintive cry, like the whimper of a dying man. Still, his constant shifting made it impossible for Matahachi to connect with his sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually Matahachi was undone by his own carelessness. When the priest jumped into the garden, Matahachi followed blindly, but the moment his foot hit the rotted floor of the veranda, the boards cracked and gave way. He landed on his backside, one leg dangling through a hole.\n\nThe priest leaped to the attack. Grabbing the front of Matahachi's kimono, he started beating him on the head, the temples, the body—anywhere his shakuhachi happened to fall—grunting loudly with each whack. With his leg caught, Matahachi was helpless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His head seemed ready to swell to the size of a barrel, but luck was with him, for at this point pieces of gold and silver began dropping from his kimono." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each new blow was followed by the happy tinkling of coins falling on the floor.\n\n\"What's this?\" gasped the priest, letting go of his victim. Matahachi hastily freed his leg and jumped clear, but the old man had already vented his anger. His aching fist and labored breathing didn't stop him from staring in wonder at the money.\n\nMatahachi, hands on his throbbing head, shouted, \"See, you old fool? There was no reason to get excited over a little bit of rice and sake. I've got money to throw away! Take it if you want it! But in return you're going to get back the beating you gave me. Stick out your silly head, and I'll pay you with interest for your rice and booze!\"\n\nInstead of responding to this abuse, the priest put his face to the floor and began weeping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi's wrath abated somewhat, but he said venomously, \"Look at you! The minute you see money, you fall apart.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How shameful of me!\" wailed the priest. \"Why am I such a fool?\" Like the strength with which he had so lately fought, his self-reproach was more violent than that of an ordinary man. \"What an ass I am!\" he continued. \"Haven't I come to my senses yet? Not even at my age? Not even after being cast out of society and sinking as low as a man can sink?\"\n\nHe turned toward the black column beside him and started beating his head against it, all the time moaning to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why do I play this shakuhachi? Isn't it to expel through its five openings my delusions, my stupidity, my lust, my selfishness, my evil passions? How could I possibly have allowed myself to get into a life-and-death struggle over a bit of food and drink? And with a man young enough to be my son?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi had never seen anyone like this. The old man would weep for a moment, then ram his head against the column again. He seemed intent on beating his forehead until it split in two. More numerous by far were his inflictions on himself than the blows he had dealt Matahachi. Presently, blood began to flow from his brow.\n\nMatahachi felt obliged to prevent him from torturing himself further." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look now,\" he said. \"Stop that. You don't know what you're doing!\"\n\n\"Leave me alone,\" pleaded the priest.\n\n\"But what's wrong with you?\"\n\n\"Nothing's wrong.\"\n\n\"There must be something. Are you sick?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then what is it?\"\n\n\"I'm disgusted with myself. I'd like to beat this evil body of mine to death and feed it to the crows, but I don't want to die a stupid fool. I'd like to be as strong and upright as the next person before I discard this flesh. Losing my self-control makes me furious. I guess you could call it sickness after all.\"\n\nFeeling sorry for him, Matahachi picked up the fallen money and tried to press some of it into his hand. \"It was partly my fault,\" he said apologetically. \"I'll give you this, and then maybe you'll forgive me.\"\n\n\"I don't want it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "cried the priest, quickly withdrawing his hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't need money. I tell you, I don't need it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though he had previously exploded in anger over a bit of rice gruel, he now looked at the money with loathing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shaking his head vigorously, he backed away, still on his knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're an odd one,\" said Matahachi.\n\n\"Not really.\"\n\n\"Well, you certainly act strange.\"\n\n\"Don't let it worry you.\"\n\n\"You sound like you come from the western provinces. Your accent, I mean.\"\n\n\"I guess I would. I was born in Himeji.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that so? I'm from that area too—Mimasaka.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mimasaka?\" repeated the priest, fixing his eye on Matahachi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just where in Mimasaka?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The village of Yoshino. Miyamoto, to be exact.\"\n\nThe old man seemed to relax. Sitting down on the porch, he spoke quietly. \"Miyamoto? That's a name that brings back memories. I was once on guard duty at the stockade in Hinagura. I know that area fairly well.\"\n\n\"Does that mean you used to be a samurai in the Himeji fief?\"\n\n\"Yes. I suppose I don't look it now, but I used to be something of a warrior. My name is Aoki Tan—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He broke off, then just as abruptly went on: \"That's not true. I just made it up. Forget I said anything at all.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "can you add this somewhere in your response:\n\"I'll have to have money for expenses, and what choice do I have but to take it out of the cash I have here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stood up, saying, \"I'm going into town, play my shakuhachi and get some rice.\" With that, he turned and walked rapidly toward the field of miscanthus.\n\nAfter he was gone, Matahachi started wondering whether it had been right of him to offer the old priest money from the dead samurai's pouch. Soon he'd solved his dilemma by telling himself there couldn't be any harm in just borrowing some, provided it wasn't a lot. \"If I deliver these things to the dead man's home, the way he wanted me to,\" he thought, \"I'll have to have money for expenses, and what choice do I have but to take it out of the cash I have here?\" This easy rationalization was so comforting that from that day on he began using the money little by little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There remained the question of the certificate made out to Sasaki Kojirō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man appeared to have been a rōnin, but mightn't he instead have been in the service of some daimyō? Matahachi had found no clue to where the man was from, hence had no idea where to take the certificate. His only hope, he decided, would be to locate the master swordsman Kanemaki Jisai, who no doubt knew all there was to know about Sasaki.\n\nAs Matahachi made his way from Fushimi toward Osaka, he asked at every teahouse, eating house and inn whether anyone knew of Jisai. All the replies were negative; even the added information that Jisai was an accredited disciple of Toda Seigen elicited no response.\n\nFinally, a samurai with whom Matahachi struck up an acquaintance on the road displayed a glimmer of recognition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've heard of Jisai, but if he's still alive, he must be very old. Somebody said he went east and became a recluse in a village in Kōzuke, or somewhere. If you want to find out more about him, you should go to Osaka Castle and talk to a man named Tomita Mondonoshō.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mondonoshō, it seemed, was one of Hideyori's teachers in the martial arts, and Matahachi's informant was fairly sure he belonged to the same family as Seigen.\n\nThough disappointed at the vagueness of his first real lead, Matahachi resolved to follow it up. Upon his arrival in Osaka, he took a room at a cheap inn on one of the busier streets and as soon as he was settled in asked the innkeeper whether he knew of a man named Tomita Mondonoshō at Osaka Castle.\n\n\"Yes, I've heard the name,\" replied the innkeeper. \"I believe he's the grandson of Toda Seigen. He's not Lord Hideyori's personal instructor, but he does teach swordsmanship to some of the samurai in the castle. Or at least he used to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think he might have gone back to Echizen some years ago. Yes, that's what he did.\n\n\"You could go to Echizen and look for him, but there's no guarantee he's still there. Instead of taking such a long trip on a hunch, wouldn't it be easier to look up Itō Ittōsai? I'm pretty sure he studied the Chūjō Style under Jisai before developing his own style.\"\n\nThe innkeeper's suggestion seemed sensible, but when Matahachi began looking for Ittōsai, he found himself in another blind alley. As far as he could learn, the man had until recently been living in a small hut in Shirakawa, just east of Kyoto, but he was no longer there and hadn't been seen in Kyoto or Osaka for some time.\n\nBefore long, Matahachi's resolution flagged and he was ready to drop the whole business." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bustle and excitement of the city rekindled his ambition and stirred his youthful soul." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a wide-open town like this, why should he spend his time looking for a dead man's family? There were plenty of things to do here; people were looking for young men like him. At Fushimi Castle, the authorities had been single-mindedly implementing the policies of the Tokugawa government. Here, however, the generals running Osaka Castle were searching out rōnin to build up an army. Not publicly, of course, but openly enough so that it was common knowledge. It was a fact that rōnin were more welcome and could live better here than in any other castle town in the country." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heady rumors circulated among the townspeople." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was said, for instance, that Hideyori was quietly providing funds for such fugitive daimyō as Gotō Matabei, Sanada Yukimura, Akashi Kamon and even the dangerous Chōsokabe Morichika, who now lived in a rented house in a narrow street on the outskirts of town." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chōsokabe had, despite his youth, shaved his head like a Buddhist priest and changed his name to Ichimusai—\"The Man of a Single Dream.\" It was a declaration that the affairs of this floating world no longer concerned him, and ostensibly he passed his time in elegant frivolities. It was widely known, however, that he had in his service seven or eight hundred rōnin, all of them firm in their confidence that when the proper time came, he would rise up and vindicate his late benefactor Hideyoshi. It was rumored that his living expenses, including the pay for his rōnin, all came from Hideyori's private purse.\n\nFor two months Matahachi wandered about Osaka, increasingly confident that this was the place for him. Here was where he would catch the straw that would lead to success." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the first time in years he felt as brave and dauntless as when he'd gone off to war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was healthy and alive again, unperturbed by the gradual depletion of the dead samurai's money, for he believed luck was finally turning his way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every day was a joy, a delight. He was sure he was about to stumble over a rock and come up covered with money. Good fortune was on the verge of finding him.\n\nNew clothes! That was what he needed. And so he bought himself a complete new outfit, carefully choosing material that would be suitable in the cold of approaching winter. Then, having decided living in an inn was too expensive, he rented a small room belonging to a saddle-maker in the vicinity of the Junkei Moat and began taking his meals out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He went to see what he wanted to see, came home when he felt like it, and stayed out all night from time to time, as the spirit moved him. While basking in this happy-go-lucky existence, he remained on the lookout for a friend, a connection who would lead him to a good paying position in the service of a great daimyō.\n\nIt required a certain amount of self-restraint for Matahachi to live within his means, but he felt he was behaving himself better than ever before. He was repeatedly buoyed up by stories of how this or that samurai had not long ago been hauling dirt away from a construction site but was now to be seen riding pompously through town with twenty retainers and a spare horse.\n\nAt other times he felt a trace of dejection. \"The world's a stone wall,\" he would think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And they've put the rocks so close together there's not a chink where anybody can get in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But his frustration always eddied away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What am I talking about? It just looks that way when you still haven't seen your chance. It's always difficult to break in, but once I find an opening... \"\n\nWhen he asked the saddle-maker whether he knew of a position, the latter replied optimistically, \"You're young and strong. If you apply at the castle, they're sure to find a place for you.\"\n\nBut finding the right work was not as easy as that. The last month of the year found Matahachi still unemployed, his money diminished by half.\n\nUnder the wintry sun of the busiest month of the year, the hordes of people milling about the streets looked surprisingly unrushed. In the center of town there were empty lots, where in early morning the grass was white with frost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the day progressed, the streets became muddy, and the feeling of winter was driven away by the sound of merchants hawking their goods with clanging gongs and booming drums." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seven or eight stalls, surrounded by shabby straw matting to keep outsiders from looking in, beckoned with paper flags and lances decorated with feathers to advertise shows being presented inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Barkers competed stridently to lure idle passersby into their flimsy theaters.\n\nThe smell of cheap soy sauce permeated the air. In the shops, hairy-legged men, skewers of food stuffed in their mouths, whinnied like horses, and at twilight long-sleeved women with whitened faces simpered like ewes, walking together in flocks and munching on parched-bean tidbits.\n\nOne evening a fight broke out among the customers of a man who had set up a sake shop by placing some stools on the side of the street. Before anyone could tell who had won, the combatants turned tail and ran off down the street, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind them.\n\n\"Thank you, sir,\" said the sake vendor to Matahachi, whose glaring presence had caused the fighting townsmen to flee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you hadn't been here, they would have broken all my dishes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man bowed several times, then served Matahachi another jar of sake, which he said he trusted was warmed to just the right temperature." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He also presented some snacks as a token of his appreciation.\n\nMatahachi was pleased with himself. The brawl had erupted between two workmen, and when he had scowled at them, threatening to kill them both if they did any damage to the stall, they had fled.\n\n\"Lots of people around, aren't there?\" he remarked amiably.\n\n\"It's the end of the year. They stay awhile and move on, but others keep coming.\"\n\n\"Nice that the weather's holding up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi's face was red from drink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he lifted his cup, he remembered having sworn off before he went to work at Fushimi, and vaguely wondered how he had started again. \"Well, what of it?\" he thought. \"If a man can't have a drink now and then... \"\n\n\"Bring me another, old boy,\" he said aloud.\n\nThe man sitting quietly on the stool next to Matahachi's was also a rōnin. His long and short swords were impressive; townsmen would be inclined to steer clear of him, even though he wore no cloak over his kimono, which was quite dirty around the neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, bring me another one too, and make it quick!\" he shouted. Propping his right leg on his left knee, he scrutinized Matahachi from the feet up. When his eyes came to the face, he smiled and said, \"Hello.\"\n\n\"Hello,\" said Matahachi. \"Have a sip of mine while yours is being heated.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" said the man, holding out his cup. \"It's humiliating to be a drinker, isn't it? I saw you sitting here with your sake, and then this nice aroma floated through the air and pulled me over here—by the sleeve, sort of.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He drained his cup in one gulp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi liked his style. He seemed friendly, and there was something dashing about him. He could drink too; he put down five jars in the next few minutes, while Matahachi was taking his time over one. Yet he was still sober.\n\n\"How much do you usually drink?\" asked Matahachi.\n\n\"Oh, I don't know,\" replied the man offhandedly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ten or twelve jars, when I feel like it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They fell to talking about the political situation, and after a time the rōnin straightened up his shoulders and said, \"Who's Ieyasu anyway? What kind of nonsense is it for him to ignore Hideyori's claims and go around calling himself the 'Great Overlord'? Without Honda Masazumi and some of his other old supporters, what have you got? Cold-bloodedness, foxiness and a little political ability—I mean, all he has is a certain flair for politics that you usually don't find in military men.\n\n\"Personally, I wish Ishida Mitsunari had won at Sekigahara, but he was too high-minded to organize the daimyō. And his status wasn't high enough.\" Having delivered himself of this appraisal, he suddenly asked, \"If Osaka were to clash with Edo again, which side would you be on?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not without hesitation, Matahachi replied, \"Osaka.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good!\" The man stood up with his sake jar in his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're one of us. Let's drink to that! What fief do you— Oh, I guess I shouldn't ask that until I tell you who I am. My name is Akakabe Yasoma. I'm from Gamō. Perhaps you've heard of Ban Dan'emon? I'm a good friend of his. We'll be together again one of these days. I'm also a friend of Susukida Hayato Kanesuke, the distinguished general at Osaka Castle. We traveled together when he was still a rōnin. I've also met Ōno Shurinosuke three or four times, but he's too gloomy for me, even if he does have more political influence than Kanesuke.\"\n\nHe stepped back, paused for a moment, seemingly having second thoughts about talking too much, then asked, \"Who are you?\"\n\nMatahachi, though he did not believe everything the man had said, felt somehow that he had been put temporarily in the shade.\n\n\"Do you know of Toda Seigen?\" he asked. \"The man who originated the Tomita Style.\"\n\n\"I've heard the name.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, my teacher was the great and selfless hermit Kanemaki Jisai, who received the true Tomita Style from Seigen and then developed the Chūjō Style.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then you must be a real swordsman.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's right,\" replied Matahachi. He was beginning to enjoy the game.\n\n\"You know,\" said Yasoma, \"I've been thinking that's what you must be. Your body looks disciplined, and there's an air of capability about you. What were you called when you were training under Jisai? I mean, if I'm not being too bold in asking.\"\n\n\"My name is Sasaki Kojirō,\" said Matahachi with a straight face. \"Itō Yagorō, the creator of the Ittō Style, is a senior disciple from the same school.\"\n\n\"Is that a fact?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "said Yasoma with astonishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a jittery moment, Matahachi thought of retracting everything, but it was too late. Yasoma had already knelt on the ground and was making a deep bow. There was no turning back.\n\n\"Forgive me,\" he said several times. \"I've often heard Sasaki Kojirō was a splendid swordsman, and I must apologize for not having spoken more politely. I had no way of knowing who you were.\"\n\nMatahachi was vastly relieved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Yasoma had happened to be a friend or acquaintance of Kojirō, he would have had to fight for his life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You needn't bow like that,\" said Matahachi magnanimously. \"If you insist on standing on formalities, we won't be able to talk as friends.\"\n\n\"But you must have been annoyed by my spouting off so.\"\n\n\"Why? I have no particular status or position. I'm only a young man who doesn't know much about the ways of the world.\"\n\n\"Yes, but you're a great swordsman. I've heard your name many times. Now that I think about it, I can see you must be Sasaki Kojirō.\" He stared intently at Matahachi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's more, I don't think it's right that you should have no official position.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Work this phrase into your response organically: \"If you'd like me to help you, I'd be glad to. To tell the truth, I've asked my friend Susukida Kanesuke to see whether he can find a position for me too. I'd like to be taken on at Osaka Castle, even though there might not be much pay in it. I'm sure Kanesuke would be happy to recommend a person like you to the powers that be. If you'd like, I'll be glad to speak to him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi replied innocently, \"Well, I've devoted myself so single-mindedly to my sword that I haven't had time to make many friends.\"\n\n\"I see. Does that mean you aren't interested in finding a good position?\"\n\n\"No; I've always thought that one day I'd have to find a lord to serve. I just haven't reached that point yet.\"\n\n\"Well, it should be simple enough. You have your reputation with the sword to back you up, and that makes all the difference in the world. Of course, if you remain silent, then no matter how much talent you have, nobody's likely to search you out. Look at me. I didn't even know who you were until you told me. I was completely taken by surprise.\"\n\nYasoma paused, then said, \"If you'd like me to help you, I'd be glad to. To tell the truth, I've asked my friend Susukida Kanesuke to see whether he can find a position for me too. I'd like to be taken on at Osaka Castle, even though there might not be much pay in it. I'm sure Kanesuke would be happy to recommend a person like you to the powers that be. If you'd like, I'll be glad to speak to him.\"\n\nAs Yasoma waxed enthusiastic about the prospects, Matahachi could not avoid the feeling that he had stumbled straight into something it wouldn't be easy to get out of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eager as he was to find work, he feared he'd made a mistake passing himself off as Sasaki Kojirō. On the other hand, if he had said he was Hon'iden Matahachi, a country samurai from Mimasaka, Yasoma would never have offered his help. Indeed, he probably would have looked down his nose at him. There was no getting around it: the name Sasaki Kojirō had certainly made a strong impression.\n\nBut then—was there actually anything to worry about? The real Kojirō was dead, and Matahachi was the only person who knew that, for he had the certificate, the dead man's only identification." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without it, there was no way for the authorities to know who the rōnin was; it was extremely unlikely they would have gone to the trouble of conducting an investigation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After all, who was the man but a \"spy\" who had been stoned to death. Gradually, as Matahachi convinced himself that his secret would never be discovered, a bold scheme took definite shape in his mind: he would become Sasaki Kojirō. As of this moment.\n\n\"Bring the bill,\" he called, taking some coins from his money pouch.\n\nAs Matahachi rose to leave, Yasoma, thrown into confusion, blurted, \"What about my proposal?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" replied Matahachi, \"I'd be very grateful if you'd speak to your friend on my behalf, but we can't discuss this sort of thing here. Let's go somewhere quiet where we can have some privacy.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'district' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why, of course,\" said Yasoma, obviously relieved. He appeared to think it only natural that Matahachi paid his bill too.\n\nSoon they were in a district some distance from the main streets. Matahachi had intended to take his newfound friend to an elegant drinking establishment, but Yasoma pointed out that going to such a place would be a waste of money. He suggested someplace cheaper and more interesting, and while singing the praises of the red-light district, led Matahachi to what was euphemistically called the Town of Priestesses. Here, it was said, with only slight exaggeration, there were a thousand houses of pleasure, and a trade so thriving that a hundred barrels of lamp oil were consumed in a single night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi was a little reluctant at first but soon found himself attracted by the gaiety of the atmosphere.\n\nNearby was an offshoot of the castle moat, into which tidewater flowed from the bay. If one looked very closely, one could discern fish lice and river crabs crawling about under the projecting windows and red lanterns. Matahachi did look closely and ended up slightly unsettled, for they reminded him of deadly scorpions.\n\nThe district was peopled to a large extent by women with thickly powdered faces. Among them a pretty face was to be seen now and then, but there were many others who seemed to be more than forty, women stalking the streets with sad eyes, heads wrapped in cloth to fend off the cold, teeth blackened, but trying wanly to stir the hearts of the men who gathered here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There sure are lots of them,\" said Matahachi with a sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I told you so,\" replied Yasoma, who was at pains to make excuses for the women. \"And they're better than the next teahouse waitress or singing girl you might take up with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People tend to be put off by the idea of selling sex, but if you spend a winter's night with one of them and talk with her about her family and so on, you're likely to find she's just like any other woman. And not really to blame for having become a whore.\n\n\"Some were once concubines of the shōgun, and there are lots whose fathers were once retainers of some daimyō who have since lost power. It was the same centuries ago when the Taira fell to the Minamoto. You'll find, my friend, that in the gutters of this floating world, much of the trash consists of fallen flowers.\"\n\nThey went into a house, and Matahachi left everything to Yasoma, who seemed to be quite experienced. He knew how to order the sake, how to deal with the girls; he was flawless. Matahachi found the experience quite entertaining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They spent the night, and even at noon on the next day, Yasoma showed no sign of tiring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi felt recompensed to some extent for all those times he had been pushed off into a back room at the Yomogi, but he was beginning to run down.\n\nFinally, admitting he'd had enough, he said, \"I don't want any more to drink. Let's go.\"\n\nYasoma did not budge. \"Stay with me until evening,\" he said.\n\n\"What happens then?\"\n\n\"I have an appointment to see Susukida Kanesuke. It's too early to go to his house now, and anyway I won't be able to discuss your situation until I have a better idea of what you want.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess I shouldn't ask for too large an allowance at first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's no point in selling yourself cheap. A samurai of your caliber should be able to command any figure he names. If you say you'll settle for any old position, you'll be demeaning yourself. Why don't I tell him you want an allowance of twenty-five hundred bushels? A samurai with self-confidence is always better paid and treated. You shouldn't give the impression you'd be satisfied with just anything.\"\n\nAs evening approached, the streets in this area, lying as they did in the immense shadow of Osaka Castle, darkened early. Having left the brothel, Matahachi and Yasoma made their way through the town to one of the more exclusive samurai residential areas. They stood with their backs to the moat, the cold wind driving away the effects of the sake they'd been pouring into themselves all day.\n\n\"That's Susukida's house there,\" said Yasoma.\n\n\"The one with the bracketed roof over the gate?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, the corner house next to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hmm. Big, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Kanesuke's made a name for himself. Until he was thirty or so, nobody had ever heard of him, but now... \"\n\nMatahachi pretended to pay no attention to what Yasoma was saying. Not that he did not believe it; on the contrary, he had come to trust Yasoma so thoroughly that he no longer questioned what the man said. He felt, however, that he should remain nonchalant. As he gazed at the mansions of the daimyō, which ringed the great castle, his still youthful ambition told him, \"I'll live in a place like that too—one of these days.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now,\" said Yasoma, \"I'll see Kanesuke and talk him into hiring you. But before that, what about the money?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"You'll want to wrap it up in something, won't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, sure,\" said Matahachi, aware that a bribe was in order. Taking the money pouch from his breast, he realized that it had shrunk to about a third of its original bulk. Pouring it all out in his hand, he said, \"This is all I have. Is it enough?\"\n\n\"Oh, sure, quite enough.\"\n\n\"You'll want to wrap it up in something, won't you?\"\n\n\"No, no. Kanesuke's not the only man around here who takes a fee for finding somebody a position. They all do it, and very openly. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi kept back a little of the cash, but after handing over the rest began to feel uneasy. When Yasoma walked away, he followed for a few steps. \"Do the best you can,\" he implored.\n\n\"Don't worry. If it looks as though he's going to be difficult, all I have to do is keep the money and return it to you. He's not the only influential man in Osaka. I could just as easily ask help from Ōno or Gotō. I've got lots of contacts.\"\n\n\"When will I get an answer?\"\n\n\"Let's see. You could wait for me, but you wouldn't want to stand here in this wind, would you? Anyway, people might suspect you were up to no good. Let's meet again tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come to that vacant lot where they're holding sideshows.\"\n\n\"All right.\"\n\n\"The surest way would be for you to wait at that sake vendor's where we first met.\"\n\nAfter they settled on the time, Yasoma waved his hand and walked grandly through the gate to the mansion, swinging his shoulders and showing not the slightest hesitation. Matahachi, duly impressed, felt Yasoma must indeed have known Kanesuke since his less prosperous days. Confidence swept over him, and that night he dreamed pleasant dreams of his future." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the appointed time, Matahachi was walking through the melting frost on the open lot. As on the previous day, the wind was cold, and there were a lot of people about. He waited until sundown but saw no sign of Akakabe Yasoma.\n\nThe day after that, Matahachi went again. \"Something must have detained him,\" he thought charitably, as he sat staring at the faces of the passing crowd. \"He'll show up today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But again the sun set without Yasoma's appearing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the third day, Matahachi said to the sake vendor, somewhat timidly, \"I'm here again.\"\n\n\"Are you waiting for someone?\"\n\n\"Yes, I'm supposed to meet a man named Akakabe Yasoma. I met him here the other day.\" Matahachi went on to explain the situation in detail.\n\n\"That scoundrel?\" gasped the sake vendor. \"Do you mean he told you he'd find you a good position and then stole your money?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't steal it. I gave him some money to give to a man named Susukida Kanesuke. I'm waiting here to find out what happened.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You poor man! You can wait a hundred years, but I daresay you won't see him again.\"\n\n\"Wh-what? Why do you say that?\"\n\n\"Why, he's a notorious crook! This area's full of parasites like him. If they see anybody who looks a little innocent, they pounce on him. I thought of warning you, but I didn't want to interfere. I thought you'd know from the way he looked and acted what sort of character he was. Now you've gone and lost your money. Too bad!\"\n\nThe man was all sympathy. He tried to assure Matahachi that it was no disgrace to be taken in by the thieves operating here. But it wasn't embarrassment that troubled Matahachi; it was finding his money gone, and with it his high hopes, that made his blood boil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared helplessly at the crowd moving about them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I doubt it'll do any good,\" said the sake vendor, \"but you might try asking over there at the magician's stall. The local vermin often gather behind there to gamble. If Yasoma came by some money, he may be trying to build it into something bigger.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" said Matahachi, jumping up excitedly. \"Which is the magician's stall?\"\n\nThe enclosure to which the man pointed was surrounded by a fence of pointed bamboo stakes. Out in front, barkers were drumming up trade, and flags suspended near the wooden gate announced the names of several famous sleight-of-hand artists. From within the curtains and strips of straw matting lining the fence came the sound of strange music, mingled with the loud, rapid patter of the performers and the applause of the audience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Going around to the rear, Matahachi found another gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he glanced in, a lookout asked, \"You here to gamble?\"\n\nHe nodded and the man let him in. He found himself in a space surrounded by tenting but open to the sky. About twenty men, all unsavory types, sat in a circle playing a game. All eyes turned toward Matahachi and one man silently made room for him to sit down.\n\n\"Is Akakabe Yasoma here?\" Matahachi asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yasoma?\" repeated one gambler in a puzzled tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come to think of it, he hasn't been around lately. Why?\"\n\n\"Do you think he'll come later?\"\n\n\"How should I know? Sit down and play.\"\n\n\"I didn't come to play.\"\n\n\"What're you doing here if you don't want to play?\"\n\n\"I'm looking for Yasoma. Sorry to bother you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, why don't you go look somewhere else!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I said I'm sorry,\" said Matahachi, exiting hastily.\n\n\"Hold on there!\" commanded one of the gamblers, getting up and following him. \"You can't get away with just saying you're sorry. Even if you don't play, you'll pay for your seat!\"\n\n\"I don't have any money.\"\n\n\"No money! I see. Just waiting for a chance to swipe some cash, huh? Damned thief, that's what you are.\"\n\n\"I'm no thief! You can't call me that!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi pushed the hilt of his sword forward, but this merely amused the gambler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Idiot!\" he barked. \"If threats from the likes of you scared me, I wouldn't be able to stay alive in Osaka for one day. Use your sword, if you dare!\"\n\n\"I warn you, I mean it!\"\n\n\"Oh, you do, do you?\"\n\n\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\"Why should I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm Sasaki Kojirō, successor of Toda Seigen of Jōkyōji Village in Echizen. He created the Tomita Style,\" Matahachi declared proudly, thinking this pronouncement alone would put the man to flight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't. The gambler spat and turned back into the enclosure.\n\n\"Hey, come on, all of you! This guy's just called himself some fancy name; seems to want to pull his sword on us. Let's have a look at his swordsmanship. It ought to be fun.\"\n\nMatahachi, seeing that the man was off guard, suddenly drew his sword and sliced across his backside.\n\nThe man jumped straight up in the air. \"You son of a bitch!\" he screamed.\n\nMatahachi dived into the crowd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By sneaking from one cluster of people to the next, he managed to stay hidden, but every face he saw looked like one of the gamblers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deciding he couldn't hide that way forever, he looked around for more substantial shelter.\n\nDirectly in front of him, draped on a bamboo fence, was a curtain with a large tiger painted on it. There was also a banner on the gate bearing a design of a forked spear and a snake-eye crest, and a barker standing on an empty box, shouting hoarsely, \"See the tiger! Come in and see the tiger! Take a trip of a thousand miles! This enormous tiger, my friends, was captured personally by the great general Katō Kiyomasa in Korea. Don't miss the tiger!\" His spiel was frenetic and rhythmical.\n\nMatahachi threw down a coin and darted through the entrance. Feeling relatively safe, he looked around for the beast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the far end of the tent a large tiger skin lay stretched out like laundry drying on a wooden panel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spectators were staring at it with great curiosity, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that the creature was neither whole nor alive.\n\n\"So that's what a tiger looks like,\" said one man.\n\n\"Big, isn't it?\" marveled another.\n\nMatahachi stood a little to one side of the tiger skin, until suddenly he spotted an old man and woman, and his ears perked up in disbelief as he listened to their voices.\n\n\"Uncle Gon,\" said the woman, \"that tiger there is dead, isn't it?\"\n\nThe old samurai, stretching his hand over the bamboo railing and feeling the skin, replied gravely, \"Of course it's dead. This is only the hide.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But that man outside was talking as though it was alive.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, maybe that's what they mean by a fast talker,\" he said with a little laugh.\n\nOsugi didn't take it so lightly. Pursing her lips, she protested, \"Don't be silly! If it's not real, the sign outside should say so. If all I was going to see was a tiger's skin, I'd just as soon see a picture. Let's go and get our money back.\"\n\n\"Don't make a fuss, Granny. People will laugh at you.\"\n\n\"That's all right. I'm not too proud. If you don't want to go, I'll go myself.\" As she started pushing her way back through the spectators, Matahachi ducked, but too late." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uncle Gon had already seen him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'matahachi' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, there, Matahachi! Is that you?\" he shouted.\n\nOsugi, whose eyes were none too good, stammered, \"Wh-what's that you said, Uncle Gon?\"\n\n\"Didn't you see? Matahachi was standing there, just behind you.\"\n\n\"Impossible!\"\n\n\"He was there, but he ran away.\"\n\n\"Where? Which way?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'cried' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two scampered out the wooden gate into the crowd, already veiled in the hues of evening. Matahachi kept bumping into people but disentangled himself and ran on.\n\n\"Wait, son, wait!\" cried Osugi.\n\nMatahachi glanced behind him and saw his mother chasing him like a madwoman. Uncle Gon, too, was waving his hands frantically.\n\n\"Matahachi!\" he cried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why are you running away? What's wrong with you? Matahachi! Matahachi!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing she was not going to be able to catch him, Osugi stuck her wrinkled neck forward and, at the top of her lungs, screamed, \"Stop, thief! Robber! Catch him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Immediately a throng of bystanders took up the chase, and those in the forefront soon fell upon Matahachi with bamboo poles.\n\n\"Keep him there!\"\n\n\"The scoundrel!\"\n\n\"Give him a good beating!\"\n\nThe mob had Matahachi cornered, and some even spat on him. Arriving with Uncle Gon, Osugi quickly took in the scene and turned furiously on Matahachi's attackers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pushing them away, she seized the hilt of her short sword and bared her teeth.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" she cried. \"Why are you attacking this man?\"\n\n\"He's a thief!\"\n\n\"He is not! He's my son.\"\n\n\"Your son?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, he's my son, the son of a samurai, and you have no business beating him. You're nothing but common townspeople. If you touch him again I'll... I'll take you all on!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you joking? Who shouted 'thief' a minute ago?\"\n\n\"That was me, all right, I don't deny it. I'm a devoted mother, and I thought if I cried 'thief,' my son would stop running. But who asked you stupid oafs to hit him? It's outrageous!\"\n\nStartled by her volte-face, yet admiring her mettle, the crowd slowly dispersed. Osugi seized her wayward son by the collar and dragged him to the grounds of a nearby shrine.\n\nAfter standing and looking on from the shrine gate for a few minutes, Uncle Gon came forward and said, \"Granny, you don't have to treat Matahachi like that. He's not a child.\" He tried to pull her hand away from Matahachi's collar, but the old woman elbowed him roughly out of the way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You stay out of this! He's my son, and I'll punish him as I see fit, with no help from you. Just keep quiet and mind your own business!... Matahachi, you ungrateful... I'll show you!\"\n\nIt is said that the older people grow, the simpler and more direct they become, and watching Osugi, one could not help but agree. At a time when other mothers might have been weeping for joy, Osugi was seething with rage.\n\nShe forced Matahachi to the ground and beat his head against it.\n\n\"The very idea! Running away from your own mother! You weren't born from the fork of a tree, you lout—you're my son!\" She began spanking him as though he were still a child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't think you could possibly be alive, and here you are loafing around Osaka! It's shameful! You brazen, good-for-nothing... Why didn't you come home and pay the proper respects to your ancestors? Why didn't you so much as show your face just once to your old mother? Didn't you know all your relatives were worried sick about you?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Find a natural way to mention that Forgive me. Please forgive me! I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong. It was because I knew I'd failed you that I couldn't go home. I didn't really mean to run away from you. I was so surprised to see you, I started running without thinking. I was so ashamed of the way I'd been living, I couldn't face you and Uncle Gon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, Mama,\" begged Matahachi, crying like a baby. \"Forgive me. Please forgive me! I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong. It was because I knew I'd failed you that I couldn't go home. I didn't really mean to run away from you. I was so surprised to see you, I started running without thinking. I was so ashamed of the way I'd been living, I couldn't face you and Uncle Gon.\" He covered his face with his hands.\n\nOsugi's nose crinkled, and she, too, started to bawl, but almost immediately she stopped herself. Too proud to show weakness, she renewed her attack, saying sarcastically, \"If you're so ashamed of yourself and feel you've disgraced your ancestors, then you really must have been up to no good all this time.\"\n\nUncle Gon, unable to restrain himself, pleaded, \"That's enough. If you keep on like that, it'll surely twist his nature.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I told you to keep your advice to yourself. You're a man; you shouldn't be so soft. As his mother, I have to be just as stern as his father would be if he were still alive. I'll do the punishing, and I'm not finished yet!... Matahachi! Sit up straight! Look me in the face.\"\n\nShe sat down formally on the ground and pointed to the place where he was to sit.\n\n\"Yes, Mama,\" he said obediently, lifting his dirt-stained shoulders and getting into a kneeling position. He was afraid of his mother. She could on occasion be an indulgent parent, but her readiness to raise the subject of his duty to his ancestors made him uncomfortable.\n\n\"I absolutely forbid you to hide anything from me,\" said Osugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now, what exactly have you been doing since you ran off to Sekigahara? Start explaining, and don't stop till I've heard all I want to hear.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry, I won't hold anything back,\" he began, having lost the desire to fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "True to his word, he blurted out the whole story in detail: about escaping from Sekigahara, hiding at Ibuki, becoming involved with Okō, living off her—though hating it—for several years. And how he now sincerely regretted what he'd done. It was a relief, like throwing up bile from his stomach, and he felt much better after he'd confessed.\n\n\"Hmm... \" mumbled Uncle Gon from time to time.\n\nOsugi clicked her tongue, saying, \"I'm shocked at your conduct. And what are you doing now? You seem to be able to dress well. Have you found a position that pays adequately?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Matahachi. The answer slipped out without forethought, and he hastened to correct himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean, no, I don't have a position.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then where do you get money to live on?\"\n\n\"My sword—I teach swordsmanship.\" There was the ring of truth in the way he said this, and it had the desired effect.\n\n\"Is that so?\" said Osugi with obvious interest. For the first time, a glimmer of good humor appeared in her face. \"Swordsmanship, is it? Well, it doesn't really surprise me that a son of mine would find time to polish his swordsmanship—even leading the kind of life you were. Hear that, Uncle Gon? He is my son, after all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uncle Gon nodded enthusiastically, grateful to see the old woman's spirits rise. \"We might have known,\" he said. \"That shows he does have the blood of his Hon'iden ancestors in his veins. So what if he went astray for a time? It's clear he's got the right spirit!\"\n\n\"Matahachi,\" said Osugi.\n\n\"Yes, Mama.\"\n\n\"Here in this area, who did you study swordsmanship under?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kanemaki Jisai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh? Why, he's famous.\" Osugi had a happy expression on her face. Matahachi, eager to please her even more, brought out the certificate and unrolled it, taking care to cover Sasaki's name with his thumb.\n\n\"Look at this,\" he said.\n\n\"Let me see,\" said Osugi. She reached for the scroll, but Matahachi kept a firm grip on it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include \"Yes, indeed, this is fine. Uncle Gon, look at this. Isn't it splendid? I always thought, even when Matahachi was a baby, that he was smarter and more capable than Takezō and the other boys.\" somewhere in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"See, Mama, you don't have to worry about me.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes, indeed, this is fine. Uncle Gon, look at this. Isn't it splendid? I always thought, even when Matahachi was a baby, that he was smarter and more capable than Takezō and the other boys.\" She was so overjoyed she began spitting as she spoke.\n\nAt just this moment, Matahachi's hand slipped, and the name on the scroll became visible.\n\n\"Wait a minute,\" said Osugi. \"Why does it say 'Sasaki Kojirō'?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, that? Why, uh, that's my nom de guerre.\"\n\n\"Nom de guerre? Why do you need that? Isn't Hon'iden Matahachi good enough for you?\"\n\n\"Yes, fine!\" replied Matahachi, thinking fast. \"But when I thought it over, I decided not to use my own name. With my shameful past, I was afraid of disgracing our ancestors.\"\n\n\"I see. That was good thinking, I suppose. Well, I don't imagine you know anything about what's gone on in the village, so I'll tell you. Now pay attention; it's important.\"\n\nOsugi launched into a spirited account of the incident that had occurred in Miyamoto, choosing her words in a way calculated to spur Matahachi to action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She explained how the Hon'iden family had been insulted, how she and Uncle Gon had been searching for years for Otsū and Takezō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although she tried not to get emotional, she did get carried away with her story; her eyes moistened and her voice thickened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi, listening with bowed head, was struck by the vividness of her narrative. At times like this, he found it easy to be a good and obedient son, but whereas his mother's main concern was family honor and the samurai spirit, he was most deeply moved by something else: if what she was saying was true, Otsū didn't love him anymore. This was the first time he had actually heard this. \"Is that really true?\" he asked.\n\nOsugi, seeing his face change color, drew the mistaken conclusion that her lecture on honor and spirit was taking effect. \"If you think I'm lying,\" she said, \"ask Uncle Gon. That trollop abandoned you and ran off with Takezō. To put it another way, you could say Takezō, knowing you wouldn't be back for some time, lured Otsū into going away with him. Isn't that right, Uncle Gon?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. When Takezō was tied up in the tree, he got Otsū to help him escape, and the two made off together. Everybody said there must have been something going on between them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This brought out the worst in Matahachi and inspired a new revulsion against his boyhood friend.\n\nSensing this, his mother fanned the spark. \"Do you see now, Matahachi! Do you understand why Uncle Gon and I left the village? We're going to have our revenge on those two. Unless I kill them, I can't ever show my face in the village again or stand before the memorial tablets of our ancestors.\"\n\n\"I understand.\"\n\n\"And do you see that unless we avenge ourselves, you can't return to Miyamoto either?\"\n\n\"I won't go back. I'll never go back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not the point. You've got to kill those two. They're our mortal enemies.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'don't' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, I guess so.\"\n\n\"You don't sound very enthusiastic. What's the matter? Don't you think you're strong enough to kill Takezō?\"\n\n\"Of course I am,\" he protested.\n\nUncle Gon spoke up. \"Don't worry, Matahachi. I'll stick by you.\"\n\n\"And your old mother will too,\" added Osugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's take their heads back to the village as souvenirs for the people. Isn't that a good idea, son? If we do, then you can go ahead and find yourself a wife and settle down. You'll vindicate yourself as a samurai and earn a fine reputation as well. There's no better name in the whole Yoshino area than Hon'iden, and you will have proved that to everyone beyond a doubt. Can you do it, Matahachi? Will you do it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, Mama.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's a good son. Uncle Gon, don't just stand there, congratulate the boy. He's sworn to take revenge on Takezō and Otsū.\" Seemingly satisfied at last, she started to rise from the ground with visible difficulty. \"Oh, that hurts!\" she cried.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" asked Uncle Gon.\n\n\"The ground is freezing. My stomach and hips ache.\"\n\n\"That's not so good. Are you coming down with piles again?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include \"Oh, you want to carry me? Isn't that nice!\" somewhere in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi, in a show of filial devotion, said, \"Climb on my back, Mama.\"\n\n\"Oh, you want to carry me? Isn't that nice!\" Grasping his shoulders, she shed tears of joy. \"How many years has it been? Look, Uncle Gon, Matahachi's going to carry me on his back.\"\n\nAs her tears fell on his neck, Matahachi himself felt strangely pleased. \"Uncle Gon, where are you staying?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We still have to find an inn, but any will do. Let's go look for one.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right.\" Matahachi bounced his mother lightly on his back as he walked. \"Say, Mama, you're light! Very light! Much lighter than a rock!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next nine sentences. The story may reference existing characters and events - incorporate them as presented." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Until his dying day, Musashi's father had never stopped reminding him of his ancestry. \"I may be only a country samurai,\" he'd say, \"but never forget, the Akamatsu clan was once famous and powerful. It should be a source of strength and pride to you.\"\n\nSince he was in Kyoto, Musashi decided to visit a temple called the Rakanji, near which the Akamatsus had once had a house. The clan had long since fallen, but it was just possible he might find at the temple some record of his ancestors. Even if he didn't, he could burn some incense in their memory.\n\nArriving at the Rakan Bridge over the Lower Kogawa, he thought that he must be near the temple, for it was said to be located a little east of where the Upper Kogawa became the Lower Kogawa. His inquiries in the neighborhood, however, drew a complete blank. No one had ever heard of it.\n\nReturning to the bridge, he stood and gazed at the clear, shallow water flowing beneath it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though it wasn't so many years since Munisai's death, it appeared that the temple had been either moved or destroyed, leaving neither trace nor memory." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He watched idly as a whitish eddy formed and disappeared, formed and disappeared again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noticing mud dripping from a grassy spot on the left bank, he concluded that it came from a sword polisher's shop.\n\n\"Musashi!\"\n\nHe looked around and saw the old nun Myōshū returning from an errand.\n\n\"How good of you to come,\" she exclaimed, thinking he was there to pay a call. \"Kōetsu's at home today. He'll be glad to see you.\" She led him through the gate of a nearby house and sent a servant to fetch her son.\n\nAfter warmly welcoming his guest, Kōetsu said, \"At the moment, I'm busy with an important polishing job, but later we can have a nice long chat.\"\n\nIt pleased Musashi to see that both mother and son were as friendly and natural as they had been the first time he met them. He spent the afternoon and evening chatting with them, and when they urged him to spend the night, he accepted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next day, while Kōetsu showed him the workshop and explained the technique of sword polishing, he begged Musashi to stay on as long as he wished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The house, with its deceptively modest gate, stood on a corner southeast of the remains of the Jissōin. In the neighborhood were several houses belonging to Kōetsu's cousins and nephews, or to other men engaged in the same profession; all the Hon'amis lived and worked here, after the fashion of the large provincial clans of the past.\n\nThe Hon'amis were descended from a fairly distinguished military family, and had been retainers to the Ashikaga shōguns. In the present social hierarchy, the family belonged to the artisan class, but insofar as wealth and prestige were concerned, Kōetsu might have been taken for a member of the samurai class. He hobnobbed with high court nobles and had on occasion been invited by Tokugawa Ieyasu to Fushimi Castle.\n\nThe Hon'amis' position was not unique; most of the wealthy artisans and merchants of the day—Suminokura Soan, Chaya Shirōjirō and Haiya Shōyū, among others—were of samurai descent. Under the Ashikaga shōguns, their ancestors had been assigned work related to manufacture or trade. Success in these fields led to a gradual severing of connections with the military class, and as private enterprise became profitable, they were no longer dependent on their feudal emoluments. Although their social rank was technically lower than that of the warriors, they were very powerful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When it came to business, not only was samurai status more of a hindrance than a help, there were definite advantages to being a commoner, chief of which was stability." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When fighting erupted, the great merchants were patronized by both sides. True, they were sometimes forced to furnish military supplies for little or nothing, but they had come to regard this onus as no more than a fee paid in lieu of having their property destroyed during wartime.\n\nDuring the Ōnin War of the 1460s and '70s, the whole district around the ruins of the Jissōin had been razed, and even now people planting trees often dug up rusted fragments of swords or helmets. The Hon'ami residence had been one of the first built in the vicinity after the war.\n\nA branch of the Arisugawa flowed through the compound, meandering first through a quarter acre or so of vegetable garden, then disappearing into a grove, to emerge again near the well by the front entrance of the main house. There was a branch flowing off toward the kitchen, another toward the bath, and still another toward a simple, rustic teahouse, where the clear water was used for the tea ceremony. The river was the source of water for the workshop, where swords forged by master craftsmen like Masamune, Muramasa and Osafune were expertly polished. Since the workshop was sacred to the family, a rope was suspended over the entranceway in the manner of Shinto shrines.\n\nAlmost before he knew it, four days passed, and Musashi made up his mind to take his leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But before he'd had a chance to mention this, Kōetsu said, \"We're not doing much to entertain you, but if you're not bored, please stay as long as you like. There are some old books and curios in my study. If you'd like to look them over, feel free to do so. And in a day or two, I'm going to fire some tea bowls and dishes. You might enjoy watching. You'll find ceramics almost as interesting as swords. Maybe you could model a piece or two yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Touched by the graciousness of the invitation and his host's assurance that no one would take offense if he decided to leave on a moment's notice, Musashi allowed himself to settle down and enjoy the relaxed atmosphere. He was far from bored. The study contained books in Chinese and Japanese, scroll paintings from the Kamakura period, rubbings of calligraphy by ancient Chinese masters and dozens of other things, any one of which Musashi could happily have pored over for a day or so. He was particularly attracted by a painting hanging in the alcove. Called Chestnuts, it was by the Sung master Liang-k'ai. It was small, about two feet high by two and a half wide, and so old that it was impossible to tell what sort of paper it was drawn on.\n\nHe sat and gazed at it by the hour. Finally, one day, he remarked to Kōetsu, \"I'm sure no rank amateur could paint the sort of pictures you paint, but I wonder if maybe even I couldn't draw something as simple as this work.\"\n\n\"It's the other way around,\" Kōetsu informed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anybody could learn to paint as well as I, but there is a degree of profundity and spiritual loftiness in Liang-k'ai's painting that cannot be acquired merely by studying art.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that really true?\" Musashi asked in surprise. He was assured that it was.\n\nIt showed nothing but a squirrel looking at two fallen chestnuts, one split open and the other tightly closed, as if it wanted to follow its natural impulse and eat the chestnuts but hesitated for fear of the thorns. Since the painting was executed very freely in black ink, Musashi had thought it looked naive. But the more he looked at it after talking to Kōetsu, the more clearly he saw that the artist was right.\n\nOne afternoon, Kōetsu came in and said, \"Are you staring at Liang-k'ai's picture again? You seem to have taken a great liking to it. When you leave, roll it up and take it with you. I'd like you to have it.\"\n\nMusashi demurred. \"I couldn't possibly accept it. It's bad enough for me to stay here in your house so long. Why, that must be a family heirloom!\"\n\n\"But you do like it, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The older man smiled indulgently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You may have it if you want it. I really don't need it. Pictures should be owned by the people who really love and appreciate them. I'm sure that's what the artist would want.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you put it that way, I'm not the one to own a painting like this. To tell the truth, I've thought several times it'd be nice to have it, but if I did, what would I do with it? I'm only a wandering swordsman. I never stay in the same place very long.\"\n\n\"I suppose it would be a nuisance, carrying a painting around with you wherever you go. At your age, you probably don't even want a house of your own, but I think every man should have a place he can regard as home, even if it's nothing more than a little shack. Without a house, a person gets lonely-feels lost somehow. Why don't you find some logs and build a cabin in some quiet corner of the city?\"\n\n\"I never thought about it. I'd like to travel to a lot of distant places, go to the farthest end of Kyushu and see how people live under the foreign influences in Nagasaki. And I'm eager to see the new capital the shōgun is building in Edo and the great mountains and rivers in northern Honshu. Maybe I'm just a vagabond at heart.\"\n\n\"You're not the only one, by any means. It's only natural, but you should avoid the temptation of thinking that your dreams can be realized only in some far-off place. If you think that way, you'll neglect the possibilities in your immediate surroundings. Most young people do, I fear, and become dissatisfied with their lives.\" Kōetsu laughed. \"But an idle old man like myself has no business preaching to the young. Anyway, I didn't come here to talk about that. I came to invite you out this evening. Have you ever been to the licensed quarter?\"\n\n\"The geisha district?\"\n\n\"Yes. I've a friend named Haiya Shōyū. Despite his age, he's always up to some mischief or other. I just received a note inviting me to join him near Rokujō Avenue this evening, and I wondered if you'd like to come along.\"\n\n\"No, I don't think so.\"\n\n\"If you really don't want to, I'll not insist, but I think you'd find it interesting.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Myōshū, who had crept in silently and was listening with obvious interest, put in, \"I think you should go, Musashi. It's an opportunity to see something you haven't seen. Haiya Shōyū's not the kind of man you have to be stiff and formal with, and I believe you'd enjoy the experience. By all means, go!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'kimono' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old nun went to the chest of drawers and began taking out a kimono and obi. As a rule, older people were at pains to prevent young men from frittering away their time and money at geisha houses, but Myōshū seemed as enthusiastic as if she herself were getting ready to go somewhere.\n\n\"Now let's see, which of these kimonos do you like?\" she asked. \"Will this obi do?\" Chattering away, she busied herself getting out things for Musashi as if he were her son. She chose a lacquered pillbox, a decorative short sword and a brocade wallet, then took some gold coins from the money chest and slipped them into the wallet.\n\n\"Well,\" said Musashi, with only a trace of reluctance, \"if you insist, I'll go, but I wouldn't look right in all that finery. I'll just wear this old kimono I have on. I sleep in it when I'm out in the open. I'm used to it.\"\n\n\"You'll do no such thing!\" Myōshū said sternly. \"You yourself may not mind, but think of the other people. In those nice pretty rooms, you'd look no better than a dirty old rag. Men go there to have a good time and forget their troubles. They want to be surrounded by beautiful things. Don't think of it as dressing up to make yourself look like something you're not. Anyway, these clothes aren't nearly as fancy as some men wear; they're just clean and neat. Now, put them on!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi complied." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'myōshū' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he was dressed, Myōshū remarked cheerfully, \"There, you look very handsome.\"\n\nAs they were about to leave, Kōetsu went to the household Buddhist altar and lit a candle on it. Both he and his mother were devout members of the Nichiren sect.\n\nAt the front entrance, Myōshū had laid out two pairs of sandals with new thongs. While they were putting them on, she whispered with one of the servants, who was waiting to shut the front gate after them.\n\nKōetsu said good-bye to his mother, but she looked up at him quickly and said, \"Wait just a minute.\" Her face was creased in a worried frown.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" he asked.\n\n\"This man tells me three rough-looking samurai were just here and spoke very rudely. Do you suppose it's anything important?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kōetsu looked questioningly at Musashi.\n\n\"There's no reason to be afraid,\" Musashi assured him. \"They're probably from the House of Yoshioka. They may attack me, but they don't have anything against you.\"\n\n\"One of the workmen said the same sort of thing happened a couple of days ago. Only one samurai, but he came through the gate without being asked and looked over the hedge by the teahouse path, toward the part of the house where you're staying.\"\n\n\"Then I'm sure it's the Yoshioka men.\"\n\n\"I think so too,\" agreed Kōetsu. He turned to the trembling gateman. \"What did they say?\"\n\n\"The workmen had all left, and I was about to close the gate when these three samurai suddenly surrounded me. One of them—he looked mean—took a letter out of his kimono and ordered me to hand it to the guest staying here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't say 'Musashi'?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'you're' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, later on he did say 'Miyamoto Musashi.' And he said Musashi'd been staying here for several days.\"\n\n\"What did you say?\"\n\n\"You said not to tell anyone about Musashi, so I shook my head and said there was no one here by that name. He got angry and called me a liar, but one of the others—a somewhat older man, with a smirk on his face—calmed him down and said they'd find a way to deliver the letter directly. I'm not sure what he meant, but it sounded like a threat. They went off toward the corner down there.\"\n\n\"Kōetsu, you walk on a little ahead of me,\" said Musashi. \"I don't want you to get hurt or become involved in any trouble because of me.\"\n\nKōetsu replied with a laugh, \"There's no need to worry about me, particularly if you're sure they're Yoshioka men. I'm not the least bit afraid of them. Let's go.\"\n\nAfter they were outside, Kōetsu put his head back through the small door in the gate and called, \"Mother!\"\n\n\"Did you forget something?\" she asked.\n\n\"No, I was just thinking: if you're worried about me, I could send a messenger to Shōyū and tell him I can't come this evening.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no. I'm more afraid something might happen to Musashi. But I don't think he'd come back if you tried to stop him. Go on, and have a good time!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kōetsu caught up with Musashi and as they ambled along the riverbank said, \"Shōyū's house is just down the road, at Ichijō Avenue and Horikawa Street. He's probably getting ready now, so let's stop in for him. It's right on the way.\"\n\nIt was still light, and the walk along the river was pleasant, all the more so because they were completely at leisure at an hour when everybody else was busy.\n\nMusashi remarked, \"I've heard Haiya Shōyū's name, but I really don't know anything about him.\"\n\n\"I'd be surprised if you hadn't heard of him. He's a well-known expert at composing linked verse.\"\n\n\"Ah! So he's a poet.\"\n\n\"He is, but of course he doesn't make his living writing verse. He comes from an old Kyoto merchant family.\"\n\n\"How did he get the name Haiya?\"\n\n\"It's the name of his business.\"\n\n\"What does he sell?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"His name means 'ash salesman,' and that's what he sells—ashes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ashes?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, they're used in dyeing cloth. It's a big business. He sells to dyers' guilds all over the country. At the beginning of the Ashikaga period, the ash trade was controlled by an agent of the shōgun, but later it was turned over to private wholesalers. There are three big wholesale houses in Kyoto, and Shōyū's is one of them. He himself doesn't have to work, of course. He's retired and living a life of ease. Look over there; you can see his house. It's the one with the stylish gate.\"\n\nMusashi nodded as he listened, but his attention was distracted by the feel of his sleeves. While the right one was waving lightly in the breeze, the left did not move at all. Slipping his hand in, he drew out an object enough to see what it was—a well-tanned purple leather thong of the type warriors used to tie up their sleeves when fighting. \"Myōshū,\" he thought. \"Only she could have put it there.\"\n\nHe looked backed and smiled at the men behind them, who, as he was already aware, had been trailing along at a discreet distance ever since he and Kōetsu had turned out of Hon'ami Lane.\n\nHis smile seemed to relieve the three men. They whispered a few words to each other and began taking longer strides.\n\nComing to the Haiya house, Kōetsu sounded the clapper on the gate, and a servant carrying a broom came to admit them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kōetsu was through the gate and in the front garden before he noticed Musashi was not with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning back toward the gate, he called, \"Come in, Musashi. There's nothing to be hesitant about.\"\n\nHaving closed in on Musashi, the three samurai had their elbows thrust out and their hands on their swords. Kōetsu couldn't catch what they said to Musashi, nor the latter's soft reply.\n\nMusashi told him not to wait, and Kōetsu answered with an air of complete calm. \"All right, I'll be in the house. Join me as soon as you've finished your business.\"\n\n\"We're not here,\" one of the men said, \"to argue about whether you ran away to hide or not. I'm Ōtaguro Hyōsuke. I'm one of the Ten Swordsmen of the House of Yoshioka. I've brought a letter from Seijūrō's younger brother, Denshichirō.\" Taking the letter out, he held it up for Musashi to see. \"Read it and give us your answer immediately.\"\n\nOpening the letter in an offhand manner, Musashi read it quickly and said, \"I accept.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hyōsuke looked at him suspiciously. \"Are you sure?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to seamlessly include 'If you don't keep your word, you'll never be able to show your face in Kyoto again. We'll see to that!' in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi nodded. \"Absolutely sure.\"\n\nMusashi's casualness took them off guard.\n\n\"If you don't keep your word, you'll never be able to show your face in Kyoto again. We'll see to that!\"\n\nMusashi's stare was accompanied by a slight smile, but he said nothing.\n\n\"Are you satisfied with the conditions? There's not much time left to prepare yourself.\"\n\n\"I'm quite ready,\" Musashi answered calmly.\n\n\"Then we'll see you later this evening.\"\n\nAs Musashi started through the gate, Hyōsuke approached him again and asked, \"Will you be here until the time agreed on?\"\n\n\"No. My host is taking me to the licensed quarter near Rokujō Avenue.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The licensed quarter?\" Hyōsuke was surprised." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I assume you'll be either here or there. If you're late, I'll send someone for you. I trust you won't try any tricks.\"\n\nMusashi had already turned his back and entered the front garden, a step that took him into a different world.\n\nThe irregularly shaped, artlessly spaced stepping-stones of the garden path appeared to have been put there by nature. On either side were moist clumps of low fernlike bamboo, interspersed with taller bamboo shoots, no thicker than a writing brush. As he walked on, the roof of the main house came into view, then the front entrance, a small separate house and a garden bower, each contributing to the atmosphere of venerable age and long tradition. Around the buildings, tall pines suggested wealth and comfort.\n\nHe could hear people playing the game of kickball called kemari, a soft sporadic thump, often heard from behind the walls of the mansions of court nobles. Hearing it in a merchant's establishment surprised him.\n\nOnce in the house, he was shown into a room looking out onto the garden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two servants entered with tea and cakes, one informing them that their host would be with them shortly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"I'd guess they're from the north. Aren't you chilly?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi could tell from the servants' manner that they were impeccably trained.\n\nKōetsu murmured, \"It's quite cold, isn't it, now that the sun's gone down?\" He wanted to have the shoji closed but didn't ask because Musashi appeared to be enjoying the view of the plum blossoms. Kōetsu also turned his eyes toward the view. \"I see there are clouds above Mount Hiei,\" he remarked. \"I'd guess they're from the north. Aren't you chilly?\"\n\n\"No, not especially,\" answered Musashi honestly, serenely ignorant of what his companion was hinting at.\n\nA servant brought a candlestick, and Kōetsu took the opportunity to close the shoji. Musashi became conscious of the atmosphere within the household, which was peaceful and genial." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Relaxing and listening to the laughing voices coming from the inner part of the house, he was struck by the complete absence of ostentation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was as though the decor and surroundings had deliberately been made as simply as possible. He could imagine himself in the guest room of a large farmhouse in the country.\n\nHaiya Shōyū entered the room and proclaimed, \"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long.\" His voice, open, friendly, youthful, was just the opposite of Kōetsu's soft drawl. Thin as a crane, he was perhaps ten years older than his friend, yet far more jovial. When Kōetsu explained who Musashi was, he said, \"Oh, so you're a nephew of Matsuo Kaname? I know him quite well.\"\n\nShōyū's acquaintance with his uncle must have been through the noble House of Konoe, thought Musashi, beginning to sense the close ties between the wealthy merchants and the palace courtiers.\n\nWithout further ado, the spry old merchant said, \"Let's be on our way. I'd intended to go while it was still light, so that we could stroll over. But since it's already dark, I think we should call for palanquins. This young man's coming with us, I assume.\"\n\nPalanquins were summoned, and the three set off, Shōyū and Kōetsu in front, Musashi behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the first time he had ever ridden in one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time they reached the Yanagi Riding Grounds, the bearers were already puffing white steam.\n\n\"Oh, it's cold,\" one complained.\n\n\"The wind cuts into you, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"And it's supposed to be spring!\"\n\nTheir three lanterns swung to and fro, flickering in the wind. Dark clouds above the city hinted ominously of still worse weather before the night was out. Beyond the riding field, the lights of the city shone in dazzling splendor. Musashi had the impression of a great swarm of fireflies glowing cheerfully in the cold, clear breeze.\n\n\"Musashi!\" Kōetsu called from the middle palanquin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's where we're going, over there. It's quite an experience to come upon it suddenly, isn't it?\" He explained that until three years ago the licensed district had been at Nijō Avenue, near the palace, then the magistrate, Itakura Katsushige, had had it moved, because the nightly singing and carousing was a nuisance. He said the whole area was thriving and that all new fashions originated within those rows of lights.\n\n\"You could almost say that a whole new culture has been created there.\" Pausing and listening carefully for a moment, he added, \"You can just hear it, can't you? The sound of strings and singing?\"\n\nIt was music Musashi had never heard before.\n\n\"The instruments are shamisen. They're an improved version of a three-stringed instrument brought from the Ryukyu Islands. A great many new songs have been composed for them, all right here in the quarter, then spread out among the common people. So you can see how influential this district is, and why certain standards of decency have to be maintained, even though it's rather cut off from the rest of the city.\"\n\nThey turned into one of the streets; the light from countless bright lamps and lanterns hanging from the willow trees reflected in Musashi's eyes. The district had kept its old name when it was moved: Yanagimachi, the Town of Willows, willows having long been associated with drinking and dalliance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kōetsu and Shōyū were well known at the establishment they entered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The greetings were obsequious yet jocular, and it soon became apparent that here they used nicknames—\"play names,\" as it were. Kōetsu was known as Mizuochi-sama—Mr. Falling Water—because of the streams traversing his estate, and Shōyū was Funabashi-sama—Mr. Boat Bridge—after a pontoon bridge in the vicinity of his house.\n\nIf Musashi was to become a habitué, he would certainly acquire a nickname soon, for in this never-never land, few used their real names. Hayashiya Yojibei was only the pseudonym of the proprietor of the house they were visiting, but more often than not he was called Ōgiya, the name of the establishment. Along with the Kikyōya, it was one of the two best-known houses in the district, the only two, in fact, with the reputation of being absolutely first class. The reigning beauty at the Ōgiya was Yoshino Dayū, and her counterpart at the Kikyōya, Murogimi Dayū. Both ladies enjoyed a degree of fame in the city rivaled only by that of the greatest daimyō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although Musashi studiously attempted not to gape, he was astonished by the elegance of his surroundings, which approached that of the most opulent palaces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The reticular ceilings, ornately carved openwork transoms, exquisite curved railings, fastidiously tended inner gardens—everything was a feast for the eye. Absorbed in a painting on a wooden door panel, he did not notice that his companions had gone on ahead until Kōetsu came back for him.\n\nThe silver-colored doors of the room they entered were transformed into a hazy liquid by the light of the lamps. One side opened onto a garden in the style of Kobori Enshū, well-raked sand and a rock arrangement suggestive of Chinese mountain scenery, such as one might see in a Sung painting.\n\nShōyū, complaining of the cold, sat down on a cushion and drew his shoulders together. Kōetsu also seated himself and bade Musashi to do likewise. Serving girls soon arrived with warm sake.\n\nSeeing that the cup he had urged on Musashi had cooled off, Shōyū became insistent. \"Drink up, young man,\" he said, \"and have a hot cup.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"I'm not much of a drinker.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After this refrain had been repeated two or three times, Shōyū's manner began to border on rudeness. \"Kobosatsu!\" he said to one of the serving girls. \"Make him drink! You, Musashi! What's the matter with you? Why aren't you drinking?\"\n\n\"I am,\" protested Musashi.\n\nThe old man was already a little tipsy. \"Well, you're not doing very well. You don't have any spirit!\"\n\n\"I'm not much of a drinker.\"\n\n\"What you mean is that you're not a strong swordsman, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Maybe that's true,\" said Musashi mildly, laughing off the insult." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you're worried about drinking interfering with your studies, or throwing you off balance, or weakening your willpower, or preventing you from making a name for yourself, then you haven't got the pluck to be a fighter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, it's not that. There's only one small problem.\"\n\n\"What might that be?\"\n\n\"It makes me sleepy.\"\n\n\"Well, you can go to sleep here or anywhere else in the place. No one will mind.\" Turning to the girls, he said, \"The young man's afraid he'll get drowsy if he drinks. If he gets sleepy, put him to bed!\"\n\n\"Oh, we'll be glad to!\" chorused the girls, smiling coyly.\n\n\"If he goes to bed, someone will have to keep him warm. Kōetsu, which one should it be?\"\n\n\"Which one indeed?\" said Kōetsu noncommittally." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It can't be Sumigiku Dayū; she's my little wife. And you yourself wouldn't want it to be Kobosatsu Dayū. There's Karakoto Dayū. Um, she won't do. She's too hard to get along with.\"\n\n\"Isn't Yoshino Dayū going to put in an appearance?\" asked Kōetsu.\n\n\"That's it! She's just the one! Even our reluctant guest should be happy with her. I wonder why she isn't here now. Someone go call her. I want to show her to the young samurai here.\"\n\nSumigiku objected. \"Yoshino's not like the rest of us. She has many clients, and she won't come running at just anyone's beck and call.\"\n\n\"Oh, yes she will—for me! Tell her I'm here, and she'll come, no matter who she happens to be with. Go and call her!\" Shōyū reared up, looked around and called to the young girls who attended the courtesans and were now playing in the next room: \"Is Rin'ya there?\"\n\nRin'ya herself answered.\n\n\"Come here a minute. You wait on Yoshino Dayū, don't you? Why isn't she here? Tell her Funabashi is here, she should come right away. If you bring her back with you, I'll give you a present.\"\n\nRin'ya looked a little puzzled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes opened wide, but after a moment she signaled her assent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She already showed signs of becoming a great beauty, and it was almost certain she would be the successor in the next generation to the famous Yoshino. But she was only eleven years old. Barely had she gone into the outside corridor and slid the door shut when she clapped her hands and called loudly, \"Uneme, Tamami, Itonosuke! Look out here!\"\n\nThe three girls rushed out and began clapping their hands and shrieking joyfully, delighted by the discovery of snow outside.\n\nThe men looked out to see what the commotion was about and, except for Shōyū, were amused by the sight of the young attendants chattering excitedly, trying to decide whether the snow would still be on the ground in the morning. Rin'ya, her mission forgotten, rushed out into the garden to play in the snow.\n\nImpatient, Shōyū sent one of the courtesans in search of Yoshino Dayū.\n\nShe returned and whispered into his ear, \"Yoshino said she would like more than anything to join you, but her guest won't permit it.\"\n\n\"Won't permit it! That's ridiculous! Other women here may be forced to do their customers' bidding, but Yoshino can do as she pleases. Or is she allowing herself to be bought for money these days?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no. But the guest she's with tonight is particularly stubborn. Every time she says she'd like to leave, he insists more adamantly that she stay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Um. I suppose none of her customers ever wants her to go. Who is she with tonight?\"\n\n\"Lord Karasumaru.\"\n\n\"Lord Karasumaru?\" repeated Shōyū with an ironic smile. \"Is he alone?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"He's with some of his usual cronies?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nShōyū slapped his knee. \"This might turn out to be interesting. The snow is good, the sake is good, and if we just had Yoshino, everything would be perfect. Kōetsu, let's write his lordship a letter. You, young lady, bring me an ink stone and brush.\"\n\nWhen the girl placed the writing materials before Kōetsu, he said, \"What shall I write?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"I'm not sure I know how to go about it. Let's see, we want the poem to persuade him to let us have Yoshino, isn't that right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A poem would be good. Prose might do, but verse would be better. Lord Karasumaru is one of our more celebrated poets.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I know how to go about it. Let's see, we want the poem to persuade him to let us have Yoshino, isn't that right?\"\n\n\"That's it.\"\n\n\"If it's not a good poem, it won't make him change his mind. Good poems are not easy to write on the spur of the moment. Why don't you write the first lines, and I'll write the rest?\"\n\n\"Hmm. Let's see what we can do.\" Shōyū took the brush and wrote:\n\nTo our humble hut\n\nLet there come one cherry tree,\n\nOne tree from Yoshino." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So far, so good,\" said Kōetsu, and wrote:\n\nThe flowers shiver from cold\n\nIn the clouds above the peaks.\n\nShōyū was immensely pleased. \"Marvelous,\" he said. \"That ought to take care of his lordship and his noble companions—the 'people above the clouds.'\" He neatly folded the paper, then handed it to Sumigiku, saying gravely, \"The other girls don't seem to have the dignity you have, so I appoint you my envoy to Lord Kangan. If I'm not mistaken, that's the name he's known by in these parts.\" The nickname, meaning \"Frigid Mountain Crag,\" was a reference to Lord Karasumaru's exalted status.\n\nSumigiku was not long in returning. \"Lord Kangan's reply, if you please,\" she said, reverentially placing a gorgeously wrought letter box before Shōyū and Kōetsu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They looked at the box, which implied formality, then at each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What had started as a little joke was taking on more serious overtones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My word,\" said Shōyū. \"We must be more careful next time. They must have been surprised. Surely they couldn't have known we'd be here tonight.\"\n\nStill hoping to get the better of the exchange, Shōyū opened the box and unfolded the answer. To his dismay, he saw nothing but a piece of cream-colored paper, devoid of writing.\n\nThinking he must have dropped something, he looked around for a second sheet, then glanced again into the box.\n\n\"Sumigiku, what does this mean?\"\n\n\"I have no idea. Lord Kangan handed me the box and told me to give it to you.\"\n\n\"Is he trying to make asses of us? Or was our poem too clever for him and he's raising the white flag of surrender?\" Shōyū had a way of interpreting things to suit his own convenience, but this time he appeared uncertain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He handed the paper to Kōetsu and asked, \"What do you make of it?\"\n\n\"I think he intends us to read it.\"\n\n\"Read a blank piece of paper?\"\n\n\"I should think it can be construed somehow.\"\n\n\"Do you? What could it possibly mean?\"\n\nKōetsu thought for a moment. \"Snow... snow covering everything.\"\n\n\"Hmm. Maybe you're right.\"\n\n\"In answer to our request for a cherry tree from Yoshino, it could mean:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you gaze at snow" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And fill your cup with sake,\n\nEven without flowers...\n\nIn other words, he's telling us that since it's snowing tonight, we should forget about love, open the doors and admire the snow as we drink. Or at least, that's my impression.\"\n\n\"How annoying!\" exclaimed Shōyū with distaste. \"I have no intention of drinking in such a heartless fashion. Not going to sit here and be silent either. One way or another, we'll transplant the Yoshino tree to our room and admire her blossoms.\" Excited now, he moistened his lips with his tongue.\n\nKōetsu humored him, hoping he would calm down, but Shōyū kept after the girls to bring Yoshino and refused to allow the subject to be changed for very long. Though his persistence did not secure his wish, it eventually became comical, and the girls rolled on the floor with laughter.\n\nMusashi quietly left his seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had chosen the right time." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one noticed his departure." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 7 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and story elements may appear without introduction - roll with them naturally. Try to mimic the style of Eiji Yoshikawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait for me, Matahachi. Why do you have to walk so fast?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Osugi, far behind and completely winded, had forfeited both patience and pride." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi, in a voice calculated to be heard, grumbled, \"She was in such a hurry when we left the inn, but listen to her now. She talks better than she walks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As far as the foot of Mount Daimonji, they had been on the road to Ichijōji, but now, deep in the mountains, they were lost." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'would' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi would not give up. \"The way you keep picking on me,\" she rasped, \"anybody would think you had a terrible grudge against your own mother.\" By the time she had wiped the sweat from her wrinkled face, Matahachi was off again.\n\n\"Won't you slow down?\" she cried. \"Let's sit here for a while.\"\n\n\"If you keep stopping every ten feet to rest, we won't be there before sunrise.\"\n\n\"The sun won't be up for a long time yet. Ordinarily I wouldn't have any trouble on a mountain road like this, but I'm coming down with a cold.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll never admit you're wrong, will you? Back there, when I woke up the innkeeper so you could rest, you couldn't sit still for a minute. You didn't want anything to drink, so you started carrying on about how we'd be late. I hadn't had two sips before you dragged me out of the place. I know you're my mother, but you're a hard woman to get along with.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha! Still peeved because I wouldn't let you drink yourself silly. Is that it? Why can't you exercise a little restraint? We have important things to do today.\"\n\n\"It's not as if we're going to whip out our swords and do the job ourselves. All we have to do is get a lock of Musashi's hair or something off the body. There's nothing so hard about that.\"\n\n\"Have it your way! No use fighting with each other like this. Let's go.\"\n\nAs they started walking again, Matahachi resumed his disgruntled soliloquy. \"The whole thing's stupid. We take a lock of hair back to the village and offer it as proof that our great mission in life had been accomplished. Those bumpkins have never been out of the mountains, so they'll be impressed. Oh, how I hate that village!\"\n\nNot only had he not lost his fondness for the good sake of Nada, the pretty girls of Kyoto and a number of other things, he still believed the city was where he would get his lucky break. Who could deny that one morning he mightn't wake up with everything he'd ever wanted?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll never go back to that piddling village,\" he vowed silently.\n\nOsugi, again lagging a good distance behind, cast dignity to the winds. \"Matahachi,\" she wheedled, \"carry me on your back, won't you? Please. Just for a short while?\"\n\nHe frowned, said nothing, but stopped to let her catch up. Just as she reached him, their ears were assaulted by the shriek of terror that had jolted Otsū and Jōtarō. Faces blankly curious, they stood still, listening keenly. A moment later, Osugi uttered a cry of dismay, as Matahachi ran abruptly to the edge of the cliff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wh-where are you going?\"\n\n\"It must be down there!\" he said, and disappeared over the edge of the cliff. \"Stay there. I'll see who it is.\"\n\nOsugi recovered in no time. \"Fool!\" she shouted. \"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"You deaf? Didn't you hear that scream?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's that got to do with you? Come back! Come back here!\"\n\nIgnoring her, he rapidly made his way from tree root to tree root to the bottom of the little ravine.\n\n\"Fool! Numskull!\" she cried. She might as well have been barking at the moon.\n\nMatahachi again shouted to her to stay where she was, but he was so far down that Osugi barely heard him. \"Now what?\" he thought, beginning to regret his impulsiveness. If he was wrong about where the cry had come from, he was wasting time and energy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though no moonlight penetrated the foliage, his eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He came upon one of the many shortcuts crisscrossing the mountains east of Kyoto and leading to Sakamoto and Ōtsu. Walking alongside a brook with tiny waterfalls and rapids, he found a hut, probably a shelter for men who came to spear mountain trout. It was too small to hold more than one person, and obviously empty, but behind it he spotted a crouching figure, face and hands starkly white.\n\n\"It's a woman,\" he thought with satisfaction, and concealed himself behind a large rock.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, the woman crept from behind the hut, went to the edge of the stream and scooped up some water to drink. He took a step forward. As though warned by animal instinct, the girl looked around furtively and started to flee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Akemi!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, you frightened me!\" But there was relief in her voice. She swallowed the water that had caught in her throat and heaved a deep sigh.\n\nAfter eyeing her up and down, Matahachi asked, \"What happened? What are you doing here at this hour of the night dressed in traveling clothes?\"\n\n\"Where's your mother?\"\n\n\"She's up there.\" He waved his arm.\n\n\"I bet she's furious.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'money' 3 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"About the money?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm really sorry, Matahachi. I had to leave in a hurry, and I didn't have enough to pay my bill, and nothing to travel on. I know it was wrong, but I panicked. Please forgive me! Don't make me go back! I promise I'll return the money someday.\" She melted into tears.\n\n\"Why all the apologies? Oh, I see. You think we came up here to catch you!\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't blame you. Even if it was just a wild impulse, I did run away with the money. If I'm caught and treated like a thief, I guess I can't really complain.\"\n\n\"That's the way Mother would look at it, but I'm not like that. Anyway, it wasn't very much. If you really needed it, I'd have been glad to give it to you. I'm not angry. I'm much more interested in why you left so suddenly and what you're doing up here.\"\n\n\"I overheard you and your mother talking tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh? About Musashi?\"\n\n\"Uh, yes.\"\n\n\"And you decided all of a sudden to go to Ichijōji?\"\n\nShe didn't answer.\n\n\"Oh, I forgot!\" he exclaimed, recalling his purpose in coming down into the ravine. \"Were you the one who screamed a few minutes ago?\"\n\nShe nodded, then quickly stole a frightened glance at the slope above them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Satisfied that nothing was there, she told him how she had crossed the stream and was climbing a steep crag when she looked up and saw an incredibly evil-looking ghost sitting on a high rock, staring at the moon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had the body of a midget, but the face, that of a woman, was an eerie color, whiter than white, with a mouth that slashed up on one side to the ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It seemed to be laughing grotesquely at her and had frightened her out of her wits." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'didn't' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before she came to her senses, she had already slid back down into the ravine.\n\nThough the tale sounded absurd, she told it with deadly seriousness. Matahachi tried to listen politely, but was soon overcome with laughter.\n\n\"Ha, ha! You're making it all up! You probably frightened the ghost. Why, you used to roam the battlefields and didn't even wait for the dead spirits to leave before you started stripping the corpses.\"\n\n\"I was only a child then. I didn't know enough to be afraid.\"\n\n\"You weren't all that young... I gather you're still pining over Musashi.\"\n\n\"No... He was my first love, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then why go to Ichijōji?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't really know myself. I just thought that if I went, I might see him.\"\n\n\"You're wasting your time,\" he said emphatically, then told her Musashi didn't have a chance in a thousand of coming out of the battle alive.\n\nAfter what had happened to her at the hands of Seijūrō and Kojirō, thoughts of Musashi could no longer conjure up images of the bliss she had once imagined sharing with him. Having neither died nor found a life that appealed to her, she felt like a soul in limbo—a goose separated from the flock and lost.\n\nAs he stared at her profile, Matahachi was struck by the similarity between her situation and his. They had both been cut adrift from their moorings. Something in her powdered face suggested that she was looking for a companion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He put his arm around her, brushed his cheek against hers and whispered, \"Akemi, let's go to Edo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To... to Edo? You must be joking,\" she said, but the idea shook her out of her trance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tightening his hold on her shoulders, he said, \"It doesn't necessarily have to be Edo, but everybody says it's the city of the future. Osaka and Kyoto are old now. Maybe that's why the shōgun's building a new capital in the east. If we go there now, there should still be lots of good jobs, even for a couple of stray geese like you and me. Come on, Akemi, say you'll go.\" Encouraged by the growing spark of interest in her face, he went on more fervently.\n\n\"We could have fun, Akemi. We could do the things we want to do. Why live if you can't do that? We're young. We've got to learn to be bold and clever. Neither of us will get anywhere acting like weaklings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The more you try to be good and honest and conscientious, the harder fate kicks you in the teeth and laughs at you." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'you've' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You end up crying your heart out, and where does that get you?\n\n\"Look, that's the way it's always been for you, isn't it? You've done nothing but let yourself be devoured by that mother of yours and some brutal men. From now on, you've got to be the one who eats, rather than the one who gets gobbled up.\"\n\nShe was beginning to be swayed. Her mother's teahouse had been a cage from which they had both fled. Since then the world had shown her nothing but cruelty. She sensed that Matahachi was stronger and better able to cope with life than she. After all, he was a man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will you go?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though she knew it was as if the house had burned down and she was trying to rebuild it with the ashes, it took some effort to shake off her fantasy, the rapturous daydream in which Musashi was hers and hers alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But finally she nodded without speaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then it's settled. Let's go, now!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about your mother?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, her?\" He sniffed. He glanced up at the cliff. \"If she manages to lay hands on something to prove that Musashi's dead, she'll go back to the village. No doubt she'll be mad as a hornet when she finds I'm not around. I can hear her now, telling everybody how I left her on the mountain to die, the way they used to throw away old women in some parts of the country. But if I make a success of myself, that'll make up for everything. Anyway, we've made up our minds. Let's go!\"\n\nHe strode off ahead, but she hung back.\n\n\"Matahachi, not that way!\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"We'll have to pass that rock again.\"\n\n\"Ha, ha! And see the midget with a woman's face? Forget it! I'm with you now. Oh, listen—isn't that my mother calling? Hurry up, before she comes looking for me. She's a lot worse than a small ghost with a scary face.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "12 sentences sentences in Eiji Yoshikawa style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"To judge from his calmness and from what he said, I don't think he did. At first it seemed that way, but on second thought I decided he was just trying to get rid of me. He's probably devised some strategy he wanted to conceal from me. Better keep your guard up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wind soughed in the bamboo. Though it was still too dark to take flight, birds were awake and chirping.\n\n\"Don't attack! It's me—Kojirō!\" Having run like a demon for more than a mile, he was breathing heavily when he reached the spreading pine.\n\nThe faces of the men who emerged from their hiding places to encircle him were numb from waiting.\n\n\"Didn't you find him?\" Genzaemon asked impatiently.\n\n\"I found him, all right,\" replied Kojirō with an inflection that turned every eye upon him. Looking around coolly, he said, \"I found him and we walked together up the Takano River for a way, but then he—\"\n\n\"He ran away!\" exclaimed Miike Jūrōzaemon.\n\n\"No!\" Kojirō said emphatically. \"To judge from his calmness and from what he said, I don't think he did. At first it seemed that way, but on second thought I decided he was just trying to get rid of me. He's probably devised some strategy he wanted to conceal from me. Better keep your guard up!\"\n\n\"Strategy? What kind of strategy?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They jostled closer to avoid missing a word.\n\n\"I suspect he's enlisted several seconds. He was probably on his way to meet them so they could attack all at once.\"\n\n\"Uh,\" groaned Genzaemon. \"That seems likely. It also means it won't be long before they arrive.\"\n\nJūrōzaemon separated himself from the group and ordered the men back to their stations. \"If Musashi attacks while we're scattered like this,\" he warned, \"we may lose the first skirmish. We don't know how many men he'll have with him, but it can't be very many. We'll stick to our original plan.\"\n\n\"He's right. Mustn't be caught off guard.\"\n\n\"It's easy to make a mistake when you're tired of waiting. Be careful!\"\n\n\"Get to your posts!\"\n\nGradually they dispersed. The musketeer resettled himself in the upper branches of the pine tree.\n\nKojirō, noticing Genjirō standing stiffly with his back to the trunk, asked, \"Sleepy?\"\n\n\"No!\" the boy replied pluckily.\n\nKojirō patted him on the head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your lips have turned blue! You must be cold. Since you're the representative of the House of Yoshioka, you have to be brave and strong. Be patient a little longer and you'll see some interesting things happen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking away, he added, \"Now I have to find a good place for myself.\"\n\nThe moon had traveled with Musashi from the hollow between Shiga Hill and Uryū Hill, where he'd left Otsū. Now it sank behind the mountain, as a gradual upward movement of the clouds resting on the thirty-six peaks served notice that the world would soon be beginning its daily chores.\n\nHe quickened his pace. Directly below him, a temple roof came into view. \"It's not far now,\" he thought. He looked up and reflected that in only a short time—a few breaths—his spirit would join the clouds in their skyward flight. To the universe, the death of one man could hardly have any more significance than that of a butterfly, but in the realm of mankind, a single death could affect everything, for better or worse. Musashi's only concern now was how to die a noble death.\n\nThe welcome sound of water struck his ears. Stopping and kneeling at the foot of a tall rock, he scooped some water from the brook and drank quickly. His tongue smarted from its freshness, an indication, he hoped, that his spirit was calm and collected and his courage had not deserted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taking a moment to rest, he seemed to hear voices calling him. Otsū? Jōtarō?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew it couldn't be Otsū; she was not the kind to lose control of herself and chase after him at a time like this. She knew him too well for that. Still, he couldn't rid himself of the notion that he was being beckoned. He looked back several times, hoping to see someone. The thought that he might be having delusions was unnerving.\n\nBut he couldn't afford to waste any more time. Being late would not only mean breaking his promise but put him at a considerable disadvantage. For a lone warrior attempting to take on an army of opponents, the ideal time, he surmised, was the brief interval after the moon had set but before the sky was completely light.\n\nHe recalled the old saying \"It is easy to crush an enemy outside oneself but impossible to defeat an enemy within.\" He had vowed to expel Otsū from his thoughts, had even bluntly told her this as she had clung to his sleeve. Yet he seemed unable to shake her voice from his mind.\n\nHe cursed softly. \"I'm acting like a woman. A man on a man's mission has no business thinking about frivolities like love!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He spurred himself on, running as fast as he could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then all at once he caught sight, below him, of a white ribbon rising from the foot of the mountain through the bamboo and trees and fields, one of the roads to Ichijōji. He was only about four hundred yards from the point where it met with the other two roads. Through the milky mist he could make out the branches of the great spreading pine.\n\nHe dropped to his knees, his body tense. Even the trees around him seemed transformed into potential enemies. As nimbly as a lizard, he left the path and made his way to a point directly above the pine tree. A gust of cold wind swept down from the mountaintop, pushing the mist in a great rolling wave over the pine trees and bamboo. The branches of the spreading pine quivered, as though to warn the world of impending disaster.\n\nStraining his eyes, he could just discern the figures of ten men standing perfectly still around the pine tree, their lances poised. The presence of others elsewhere on the mountain he could feel, even though he couldn't see them. Musashi knew he had now entered the province of death. A feeling of awe brought goose pimples even to the backs of his hands, but his breathing was deep and steady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Down to the tips of his toes, he was keyed for action." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he crept slowly forward, his toes gripped the ground with the strength and sureness of fingers.\n\nA stone embankment that might once have been part of a fortress was nearby. On an impulse, he made his way among the rocks to the eminence on which it had stood. There he found a stone torii looking straight down on the spreading pine. Behind it was the sacred precinct, protected by rows of tall evergreens, among which he could see a shrine building.\n\nThough he had no idea which deity was honored here, he ran through the grove to the shrine gate and knelt before it. With death so near, he could not keep his heart from trembling at the thought of the sacred presence. The shrine was dark inside, save for a holy lamp, swaying in the wind, threatening to expire, then miraculously recapturing its full brightness. The plaque above the door read \"Hachidai Shrine.\"\n\nMusashi took comfort from the thought that he had a powerful ally, that if he charged down the mountain, the god of war would be behind him. The gods, he knew, always supported the side that was right. He recalled how the great Nobunaga, on his way to the Battle of Okehazama, had paused to pay his respects at the Atsuta Shrine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The discovery of this holy place seemed felicitous indeed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just inside the gate was a stone basin, where supplicants could cleanse themselves before praying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rinsed out his mouth, then took a second mouthful and sprayed water on the hilt of his sword and the cords of his sandals. Thus purified, he hitched up his sleeves with a leather thong and tied on a cotton headband. Flexing his leg muscles as he walked, he went to the steps of the shrine and put his hand on the rope hanging from the gong above the entrance. In time-honored fashion, he was about to give the gong a rap and say a prayer to the deity.\n\nCatching himself, he quickly withdrew his hand. \"What am I doing?\" he thought in horror. The rope, plaited with red and white cotton cord, seemed to be inviting him to take hold of it, sound the gong and make his supplication. He stared at it. \"What was I going to request?\" he asked himself. \"What need have I of the help of the gods? Am I not already one with the universe? Haven't I always said I must be prepared to face death at any time? Haven't I trained myself to face death calmly and confidently?\"\n\nHe was appalled. Without thinking, without remembering his years of training and self-discipline, he had been on the brink of begging for supernatural assistance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something was wrong, for deep down he knew that the samurai's true ally was not the gods but death itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Last night and earlier this morning, he had felt confident that he had come to terms with his fate. And yet, there he was within a hairbreadth of forgetting all he had ever learned, beseeching aid from the deity. Head drooped in shame, he stood there like a rock.\n\n\"What a fool I am! I thought I'd achieved purity and enlightenment, but there is still, within me, something that longs to go on living. Some delusion stirring up thoughts of Otsū or my sister. Some false hope leading me to clutch at any straw. A diabolical yearning, causing me to forget myself, tempting me to pray to the gods for help.\"\n\nHe was disgusted, exasperated, with his body, with his soul, with his failure to master the Way. The tears he had held back in Otsū's presence poured from his eyes.\n\n\"It was all unconscious. I had no intention of praying, hadn't even thought of what I was going to pray for. But if I'm doing things unconsciously, that makes it all the worse.\"\n\nRacked by doubt, he felt foolish and inadequate. Had he ever had the ability to become a warrior in the first place? If he had achieved the state of calm he had aspired to, there should have been no need, not even a subconscious need, for prayers or supplications. In one shattering moment, only minutes before the battle, he had discovered in his heart the true seeds of defeat. It was impossible now to regard his approaching death as the culmination of a samurai's life!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the next breath a surge of gratitude swept over him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The presence and magnanimity of the deity enveloped him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The battle had not yet begun; the real test still lay before him. He had been warned in time. By recognizing his failure, he had overcome it. Doubt vanished; the deity had guided him to this place to teach him this.\n\nWhile believing sincerely in the gods, he did not consider it the Way of the Samurai to seek their aid. The Way was an ultimate truth transcending gods and Buddhas. Stepping back a pace, he folded his hands and, rather than ask for protection, thanked the gods for their timely help.\n\nAfter a quick bow, he hurried out of the shrine compound and down the narrow, steep path, the sort of path which a heavy downpour would quickly convert into a rushing stream. Pebbles and brittle clumps of dirt tumbled down at his heels, breaking the silence. When the spreading pine came into view again, he leaped off the path and crouched in the bushes. Not a drop of dew had yet fallen from the leaves, and his knees and chest were soon drenched. The pine tree was no more than forty or fifty paces below him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could see the man with the musket in its branches.\n\nHis anger flashed. \"Cowards!\" he said, almost out loud. \"All this against one man.\"\n\nIn a way he felt a little sorry for an enemy who had to go to such extremes. Still, he had expected something like this and was, insofar as possible, prepared for it. Since they would naturally assume that he was not alone, prudence would dictate that they have at least one flying weapon, and probably more. If they were also using short bows, the archers were probably hidden behind rocks or on lower ground.\n\nMusashi had one great advantage: both the man in the tree and the men underneath it had their backs to him. Stooping so low that the hilt of his sword rose above his head, he crept, almost crawled, forward. Then he covered about twenty paces at a dead run.\n\nThe musketeer twisted his head around, spotted him and shouted, \"There he is!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi ran on another ten paces, knowing that the man would have to reverse his position to aim and fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where?\" cried the men nearest the tree.\n\n\"Behind you!\" came the throat-splitting reply.\n\nThe musketeer had his weapon trained on Musashi's head. While sparks from the fuse showered down, Musashi's right elbow described an arc in the air. The rock he hurled hit the fuse squarely with terrific force. The musketeer's scream mingled with the sound of cracking branches as he plunged to the ground.\n\nIn an instant Musashi's name was on every man's lips. Not one of them had taken the trouble to think the situation through, to imagine that he might devise a means of attacking the central corps first. Their confusion was all but total. In their rush to reorient themselves, the ten men bumped into each other, got their weapons tangled, tripped each other with their lances and otherwise displayed a perfect picture of disorder, all the while screaming at each other not to let Musashi escape.\n\nJust as they sorted themselves out and began to form a semicircle, they were challenged: \"I am Miyamoto Musashi, the son of Shimmen Munisai of Mimasaka Province. I have come in accordance with our agreement made the day before yesterday at Yanagimachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Genjirō, are you there? I beg you not to be careless like Seijūrō and Denshichirō before you. I understand that, because of your youth, you have several score men to support you. I, Musashi, have come alone. Your men may attack individually or in a group, as they wish.\n\n\"Now, fight!\"\n\nAnother total surprise: no one expected Musashi to deliver a formal challenge. Even those who would desperately have liked to reply in kind lacked the necessary composure.\n\n\"Musashi, you're late!\" cried a hoarse voice.\n\nMany took encouragement from Musashi's declaration that he was alone, but Genzaemon and Jūrōzaemon, believing it was a trick, started looking around for phantom seconds.\n\nA loud twang off to one side was followed a split second later by the glint of Musashi's sword flashing through the air. The arrow aimed at his face broke, half falling behind his shoulder, the other half near the tip of his lowered sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or rather where his sword had just been, for Musashi was already on the move." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'genzaemon' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hair bristling like a lion's mane, he was bounding toward the shadowy form behind the spreading pine.\n\nGenjirō hugged the trunk, screaming, \"Help! I'm scared!\"\n\nGenzaemon jumped forward, howling as though the blow had struck him, but he was too late. Musashi's sword sliced a two-foot strip of bark off the trunk. It fell to the ground by Genjirō's blood-covered head.\n\nIt was the act of a ferocious demon. Musashi, ignoring the others, had made straight for the boy. And it seemed he had had this in mind from the beginning.\n\nThe assault was of a savagery beyond conception. Genjirō's death did not reduce the Yoshiokas' fighting capacity in the slightest. What had been nervous excitement rose to the level of murderous frenzy.\n\n\"Beast!\" screamed Genzaemon, face livid with grief and rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rushed headlong at Musashi, wielding a sword somewhat too heavy for a man of his age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi shifted his right heel back a foot or so, leaned aside and struck upward, grazing Genzaemon's elbow and face with the tip of his sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was impossible to tell who wailed, for at that moment a man attacking Musashi from the rear with a lance stumbled forward and fell on top of the old man. The next instant, a third swordsman coming from the front was sliced from shoulder to navel. His head sagged and his arms went limp as his legs carried his lifeless body forward a few more steps.\n\nThe other men near the tree screamed their lungs out, but the calls for help were lost in the wind and trees. Their comrades were too far away to hear and couldn't have seen what happened even if they'd been looking toward the pine tree instead of watching the roads.\n\nThe spreading pine had been standing for hundreds of years. It had witnessed the retreat of the defeated Taira troops from Kyoto to Ōmi in the wars of the twelfth century. Innumerable were the times it had seen the warrior-priests of Mount Hiei descend on the capital to put pressure on the Imperial Court. Whether out of gratitude for the fresh blood seeping through to its roots or out of anguish over the carnage, its branches stirred in the misty wind and scattered drops of cold dew on the men beneath. The wind gave rise to a medley of sounds, from the branches, from the swaying bamboo, from the mist, from the tall grass.\n\nMusashi took a stance with his back against the tree trunk, whose girth could hardly be spanned by two men with outstretched arms. The tree made an ideal shield for his rear, but he seemed to consider it hazardous to stay there long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As his eye traveled down the top edge of his sword and fastened on his opponents, his brain reviewed the terrain, searched for a better position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go to the spreading pine! The pine tree! The fighting's there!\" The shout came from the top of the rise from which Sasaki Kojirō had chosen to view the spectacle.\n\nThen came a deafening report from the musket, and at last the samurai of the House of Yoshioka grasped what was going on. Swarming like bees, they left their hiding places and hurtled toward the crossroads.\n\nMusashi slipped deftly sideways. The bullet lodged in the tree trunk, inches from his head. On guard, the seven men facing him edged around a couple of feet to compensate for his change in position.\n\nWithout warning, Musashi darted toward the man at the extreme left, his sword held at eye level. The man—Kobashi Kurando, one of the Yoshioka Ten—was taken completely by surprise. With a low cry of dismay, he whirled on one foot, but he was not quick enough to escape the blow to his side. Musashi, sword still extended, continued running straight ahead.\n\n\"Don't let him get away!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other six rushed after him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the attack had again thrown them into perilous disarray, all coordination lost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a flash, Musashi spun around, striking laterally at the nearest man, Miike Jūrōzaemon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Experienced swordsman that he was, Jūrōzaemon had anticipated this and left some play in his legs, so that he was able to quickly move backward." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'techniques' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tip of Musashi's sword barely grazed his chest.\n\nMusashi's use of his weapon differed from that of the ordinary swordsman of his time. By normal techniques, if the first blow did not connect, the force of the sword was spent in the air. It was necessary to bring the blade back before striking again. This was too slow for Musashi. Whenever he struck laterally, there was a return blow. A slice to the right was followed in essentially the same motion by a return strike to the left. His blade created two streaks of light, the pattern very much like two pine needles joined at one end.\n\nThe unexpected return stroke slashed upward through Jūrōzaemon's face, turning his head into a large red tomato.\n\nNot having studied under a teacher, Musashi found himself occasionally at a disadvantage, but there were also times when he had profited from this. One of his strengths was that he had never been pressed into the mold of any particular school. From the orthodox point of view, his style had no discernible form, no rules, no secret techniques." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Created by his own imagination and his own needs, it was hard to define or categorize." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To an extent, he could be challenged effectively using conventional styles, if his opponent was highly skilled. Jūrōzaemon had not anticipated Musashi's tactic. Anyone adept at the Yoshioka Style, or for that matter at any of the other Kyoto styles, would probably have been taken unawares in similar fashion.\n\nIf, following through on his fatal blow to Jūrōzaemon, Musashi had charged the motley group that remained around the tree, he would certainly have slain several more of them in short order. Instead he ran toward the crossroads. But then, just as they thought he was about to flee, he suddenly turned and attacked again. By the time they had regrouped to defend themselves, he was gone again.\n\n\"Musashi!\"\n\n\"Coward!\"\n\n\"Fight like a man!\"\n\n\"We're not through with you yet!\"\n\nThe usual imprecations filled the air, as furious eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men were drunk on the sight and smell of blood, as drunk as if they had swallowed a storehouseful of sake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sight of blood, which makes a brave man cooler, has the opposite effect on cowards. These men were like goblins surfacing from a lake of gore.\n\nLeaving the shouts behind him, Musashi reached the crossroads and plunged immediately into the narrowest of the three paths of exit, the one leading toward the Shugakuin. Coming helter-skelter from the opposite direction were the men who had been stationed along the path. Before he had gone forty paces, Musashi saw the first man in this contingent. By the ordinary laws of physics, he would soon be trapped between these men and those pursuing him. In fact, when the two forces collided, he was no longer there.\n\n\"Musashi! Where are you?\"\n\n\"He came this way. I saw him!\"\n\n\"He must have!\"\n\n\"He's not here!\"\n\nMusashi's voice broke through the confused babble. \"Here I am!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He jumped from the shadow of a rock to the middle of the road behind the returning samurai, so that he had them all to one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dumbfounded by this lightning change of position, the Yoshioka men moved on him as rapidly as they could, but in the narrow path they could not concentrate their strength. Considering the space needed to swing a sword, it would have been dangerous for even two of them to try to move forward abreast.\n\nThe man nearest Musashi stumbled backward, pushing the man behind him back into the oncoming group. For a time, they all floundered about helplessly, legs clumsily entwined. But mobs do not give up easily. Though frightened by Musashi's speed and ferocity, the men soon gained confidence in their collective strength. With a stirring roar, they moved forward, again convinced that no single swordsman was a match for all of them.\n\nMusashi fought like a swimmer battling giant waves. Striking once, then retreating a step or two, he had to give more attention to his defense than to his attack. He even refrained from cutting down men who stumbled into range and were easy prey, both because their loss would only result in meager gains and because, if he missed, he would have been exposed to the thrusts of the enemy's lances. It was possible to judge the range of a sword accurately, but not that of a lance.\n\nAs he continued his slow retreat, his attackers pressed on relentlessly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face was bluish-white; it seemed inconceivable that he was breathing adequately." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Yoshioka men hoped that he would eventually stumble on a tree root or trip on a rock. At the same time, none of them was eager to get too close to a man fighting desperately for his life. The nearest of the swords and lances pressing in on him were always two or three inches short of their target.\n\nThe tumult was punctuated by the whinnying of a packhorse; people were up and about in the nearby hamlet. This was the hour when early-rising priests passed by on their way to and from the top of Mount Hiei, clopping along on raised wooden sandals, their shoulders proudly squared. As the battle progressed, woodcutters and farmers joined the priests on the road to witness the spectacle, and then excited cries set up an answering response from every chicken and horse in the village. A crowd of bystanders collected around the shrine where Musashi had prepared for battle. The wind had dropped and the mist descended again like a thick white veil. Then all of a sudden it lifted, giving the spectators a clear view.\n\nDuring the few minutes of fighting, Musashi's appearance had changed completely. His hair was matted and gory; blood mixed with sweat had dyed his headband pink. He looked like the devil incarnate, charging up from hell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was breathing with his whole body, his shieldlike chest heaving like a volcano." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'their' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A rip in his hakama exposed a wound on his left knee; the white ligaments visible at the bottom of the gash were like seeds in a split pomegranate. There was also a cut on his forearm, which, though not serious, had spattered blood from his chest to the small sword in his obi. His whole kimono appeared to have been tie-dyed with a crimson design. Onlookers who had a clear view of him covered their eyes in horror.\n\nMore ghastly still was the sight of the dead and wounded left in his wake. As he continued his tactical retreat up the path, he reached a patch of open land where his pursuers surged forward in a mass attack. In a matter of seconds, four or five men had been cut down. They lay scattered over a wide area, moribund testimony to the speed with which Musashi struck and moved on. He seemed to be everywhere at once.\n\nBut for all his agile shifts and dodges, Musashi clung to one basic strategy. He never attacked a group from the front or the side—always obliquely at an exposed corner. Whenever a battery of samurai approached him head on, he somehow contrived to shift like lightning to a corner of their formation, from which he could confront only one or two of them at a time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In this way, he managed to keep them in essentially the same position." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'right' × 4" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But eventually, Musashi was bound to be worn down. Eventually, too, his opponents seemed bound to find a way to thwart his method of attack. To do this, they would need to form themselves into two large forces, before and behind him. Then he would be in even greater danger. It took all Musashi's resourcefulness to stop that from happening.\n\nAt some point, Musashi drew his smaller sword and started to fight with both hands. While the large sword in his right hand was smeared with blood, up to the hilt and the fist that held it, the small sword in his left hand was clean. And though it picked up a bit of flesh the first time it was used, it continued to sparkle, greedy for blood. Musashi himself was not yet fully aware that he had drawn it, even though he was wielding it with the same deftness as the larger sword.\n\nWhen not actually striking, he held the left sword so that it was pointed directly at his opponent's eyes. The right sword extended out to the side, forming a broad horizontal arc with his elbow and shoulder, and was largely outside the enemy's line of vision. If the opponent moved to Musashi's right, he could bring the right sword into play." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'highly'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the attacker moved the other way, Musashi could shift the small sword in to his left and trap him between the two swords. By thrusting forward, he could pin the man in one place with the smaller sword and, before there was time to dodge, attack with the large sword. In later years, this method came to be formally named the Two-Sword Technique Against a Large Force, but at this moment he was fighting by pure instinct.\n\nBy all accepted standards, Musashi was not a great sword technician. Schools, styles, theories, traditions—none of these meant anything to him. His mode of fighting was completely pragmatic. What he knew was only what he had learned from experience. He wasn't putting theory into practice; he fought first and theorized later.\n\nThe Yoshioka men, from the Ten Swordsmen on down, had all had the theories of the Kyōhachi Style pounded thoroughly into their skulls. Some of them had even gone on to create stylistic variations of their own. Despite being highly trained and highly disciplined fighters, they had no way of gauging a swordsman like Musashi, who had spent his time as an ascetic in the mountains, exposing himself to the dangers presented by nature as often as to those presented by man. To the Yoshioka men, it was incomprehensible that Musashi, with his breathing so erratic, face ashen, eyes bleary with sweat and body covered with gore, was still able to wield two swords and threaten to make short work of anyone who came within range." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he fought on like a god of fire and fury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They themselves were dead tired, and their attempts to pin down this bloody specter were becoming hysterical.\n\nAll at once, the tumult increased.\n\n\"Run!\" cried a thousand voices.\n\n\"You, fighting by yourself, run!\"\n\n\"Run while you can!\"\n\nThe shouts came from the mountains, the trees, the white clouds above. Spectators on all sides saw the Yoshioka forces actually closing in on Musashi. The impending peril moved them all to try to save him, if only with their voices.\n\nBut their warnings made no impression. Musashi would not have noticed if the earth had split asunder or the heavens cast down crackling bolts of lightning. The uproar reached a crescendo, shaking the thirty-six peaks like an earthquake. It issued simultaneously from the spectators and the jostling throng of Yoshioka samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi had finally taken off across the mountainside with the speed of a wild boar. In no time, five or six men were on his heels, trying desperately to get in a solid blow.\n\nMusashi, with a vicious howl, suddenly wheeled, crouched and swung his sword sideways at shin level, stopping them in their tracks. One man brought his lance down from above, only to see it knocked into the air by a powerful counterblow. They shrank back. Musashi swung fiercely with the left sword, then the right, then the left again. Moving like a combination of fire and water, he had his enemies reeling and cowering, tottering and stumbling in his wake.\n\nThen he was gone again. He had leapt from the open land across which the battle had been raging into a green field of barley below.\n\n\"Stop!\"\n\n\"Come back and fight!\"\n\nTwo men in hot pursuit jumped blindly after Musashi. A second later, there were two death screams, two lances flying through the air and coming to rest upright in the middle of the field." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi was slithering like a great ball of mud through the far end of the field." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Already a hundred yards away, he was rapidly widening the gap.\n\n\"He's going toward the village.\"\n\n\"He's heading for the main road.\"\n\nBut in fact he had crawled rapidly and invisibly up the far edge of the field and was now hidden in the woods above. He watched his pursuers dividing up to continue their chase in several directions.\n\nIt was daylight, a sunny morning, much like any other.\n\nAn Offering for the Dead\n\nWhen Oda Nobunaga finally lost patience with the priests' political machinations, he attacked the ancient Buddhist establishment on Mount Hiei, and in one horrendous night, all but a few of its three thousand temples and shrines had gone up in flames. Though four decades had passed and the main hall and a number of secondary temples had been rebuilt, the memory of that night hung like a shroud over the mountain. The establishment was now stripped of its temporal powers, and the priests devoted their time once again to religious duties.\n\nSituated on the southernmost peak, commanding a view of the other temples and of Kyoto itself, was a small, secluded temple known as the Mudōji. It was rare for the stillness to be broken by any sound less peaceful than the rippling of a brook or the chirping of small birds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the inner recesses of the temple came a masculine voice reciting the words of Kannon, the Goddess of Mercy, as revealed in the Lotus Sutra." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The monotone would rise gradually for a time, then, as if the chanter had suddenly remembered himself, sink abruptly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along the jet black floor of the corridor walked a white-robed acolyte, carrying at eye level a tray on which had been placed the meager, meatless meal customarily served in religious establishments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Entering the room from which the voice was coming, he placed the tray in one corner, knelt politely and said, \"Good day, sir.\"\n\nLeaning slightly forward, absorbed in his work, the guest did not hear the boy's greeting.\n\n\"Sir,\" said the acolyte, raising his voice slightly, \"I've brought your lunch. I'll leave it here in the corner, if you wish.\"\n\n\"Oh, thank you,\" replied Musashi, straightening up. \"That's very kind of you.\" He turned and bowed.\n\n\"Would you like to eat now?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Then I'll serve you your rice.\"\n\nMusashi accepted the bowl of rice and began eating. The acolyte stared first at the block of wood by Musashi's side, then at the small knife behind him. Chips and slivers of fragrant white sandalwood lay scattered about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you carving?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's to be a sacred image.\"\n\n\"The Buddha Amida?\"\n\n\"No. Kannon. Unfortunately, I don't know anything about sculpture. I seem to be cutting my hands more than the wood.\" He held out a couple of well-nicked fingers as evidence, but the boy seemed more interested in the white bandage around his forearm.\n\n\"How are your wounds?\" he asked.\n\n\"Thanks to the good treatment I've received here, they're about healed now. Please tell the head priest I am very grateful.\"\n\n\"If you're carving an image of Kannon, you should visit the main hall. There's a statue of Kannon by a very famous sculptor. If you'd like, I'll take you there. It's not far—only half a mile or so.\"\n\nDelighted by the offer, Musashi finished his meal, and the two of them started for the main hall. Musashi had not been outdoors in the ten days since he'd arrived, covered with blood and using his sword as a cane. He'd barely begun to walk when he discovered his wounds were not so thoroughly healed as he had thought. His left knee ached, and the breeze, though light and cool, seemed to cut into the gash on his arm. But it was pleasant outside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blossoms falling from the gently swaying cherry trees danced in the air like snowflakes." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to seamlessly include 'Instead of carving, wouldn't it be better to spend your time practicing swordsmanship?' in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sky showed signs of the azure hue of early summer. Musashi's muscles swelled as if they were buds about to burst open.\n\n\"Sir, you're studying the martial arts, aren't you?\"\n\n\"That's right.\"\n\n\"Then why are you carving an image of Kannon?\"\n\nMusashi did not answer immediately.\n\n\"Instead of carving, wouldn't it be better to spend your time practicing swordsmanship?\"\n\nThe question pained Musashi more than his wounds. The acolyte was about the same age as Genjirō, and about the same size.\n\nHow many men had been killed or wounded on that fateful day? He could only guess. He had no clear memory even of how he had extricated himself from the fighting and found a place to hide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only two things that stuck quite clearly in his mind, haunting him in his sleep, were Genjirō's terrified scream and the sight of his mutilated body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He thought again, as he had several times in the past few days, of the resolution in his notebook: he would do nothing that he would later regret. If he took the view that what he had done was inherent in the Way of the Sword, a bramble lying on his chosen path, then he would have to assume that his future would be bleak and inhuman.\n\nIn the peaceful atmosphere of the temple, his mind had cleared. And once the memory of spilled blood and gore began to fade, he was overcome by grief for the boy he had slaughtered.\n\nHis mind coming back to the acolyte's question, he said, \"Isn't it true that great priests, like Kōbō Daishi and Genshin, made lots of images of the Buddha and bodhisattvas? I understand quite a few statues here on Mount Hiei were carved by priests. What do you think of that?\"\n\nCocking his head, the boy said uncertainly, \"I'm not sure, but priests do make religious paintings and statues.\"\n\n\"Let me tell you why. It's because by painting a picture or carving an image of the Buddha, they draw closer to him. A swordsman can purify his spirit in the same way. We human beings all look up at the same moon, but there are many roads we may travel to reach the top of the peak nearest it. Sometimes, when we lose our way, we decide to try someone else's, but the ultimate aim is to find fulfillment in life.\"\n\nMusashi paused, as though he might have more to say, but the acolyte ran ahead and pointed to a rock almost hidden in the grass. \"Look,\" he said. \"This inscription is by Jichin. He was a priest—a famous one.\"\n\nMusashi read the words carved on the moss-covered stone:\n\nThe water of the Law\n\nWill presently run shallow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the very end\n\nA cold, bleak wind will blow on\n\nThe barren peaks of Hiei.\n\nHe was impressed by the writer's powers of prophecy. The wind on Mount Hiei had indeed been cold and bleak since Nobunaga's merciless raid. There were rumors that some of the clergy longed for the old days, for a powerful army, political influence and special privileges, and it was a fact that they never selected a new abbot without a lot of intrigue and ugly internal conflict. While the holy mountain was dedicated to the salvation of the sinful, it actually depended on the alms and donations of the sinful for its survival. Altogether not a very happy state of affairs, mused Musashi.\n\n\"Let's go,\" said the boy impatiently.\n\nAs they started to walk on, one of the priests from the Mudōji came running after them. \"Seinen!\" he called to the boy. \"Where are you going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To the main hall. He wants to see a statue of Kannon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Couldn't you take him some other time?\"\n\n\"Forgive me for bringing the boy with me when he probably has work to do,\" said Musashi. \"By all means take him back with you. I can go to the main hall anytime.\"\n\n\"I didn't come for him. I'd like you to come back with me, if you don't mind.\"\n\n\"Me?\"\n\n\"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you, but... \"\n\n\"Has somebody come looking for me?\" asked Musashi, not at all surprised.\n\n\"Well, yes. I told them you weren't in, but they said they'd just seen you with Seinen. They insisted I come and get you.\"\n\nOn the way back to the Mudōji, Musashi asked the priest who his visitors were and learned that they were from the Sannōin, another of the subsidiary temples.\n\nThere were about ten of them, dressed in black robes and wearing brown headbands. Their angry faces might well have belonged to the dreaded warrior-priests of old, a haughty race of bullies in clerical robes who had had their wings clipped but apparently had rebuilt their nest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those who had failed to profit from Nobunaga's lesson swaggered about with great swords at their sides, lording it over others, calling themselves scholars of the Buddhist Law but being in fact intellectual ruffians." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There he is,\" said one.\n\n\"Him?\" asked another contemptuously.\n\nThey stared with undisguised hostility.\n\nA burly priest, motioning to Musashi's guides with his lance, said, \"Thanks. You're not needed. Go inside the temple!\" Then, very gruffly, \"Are you Miyamoto Musashi?\"\n\nThere was no courtesy in the words. Musashi replied curtly, without bowing.\n\nAnother priest, appearing from behind the first, declaimed, as though reading from a text, \"I shall convey to you the decision handed down by the tribunal of the Enryakuji. It is this: 'Mount Hiei is a pure and sacred precinct, which must not be used as a haven by those who harbor enmities and grudges. Nor can it be offered as a refuge to base men who have engaged in dishonorable conflicts. The Mudōji has been instructed to send you away from the mountain immediately. If you disobey, you shall be strictly punished in accordance with the laws of the monastery.'\"\n\n\"I shall do as the monastery directs,\" Musashi replied in a mild tone. \"But since it is well past midday and I've made no preparations, I should like to ask that you permit me to stay until tomorrow morning. Also, I'd like to inquire whether this decision came from the civil authorities or from the clergy itself. The Mudōji reported my arrival. I was told there was no objection to my staying. I don't understand why this has changed so suddenly.\"\n\n\"If you really want to know,\" the first priest replied, \"I'll tell you. At first we were glad to extend our hospitality because you fought alone against a large number of men. Later, however, we received bad reports concerning you, which forced us to reconsider. We decided we could no longer afford to provide refuge for you.\"\n\n\"Bad reports?\" Musashi thought resentfully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He might have expected that. It required no stretch of the imagination to guess that the Yoshioka School would be vilifying him all over Kyoto. But he saw no point in trying to defend himself. \"Very well,\" he said coldly. \"I shall leave tomorrow morning, without fail.\"\n\nAs he entered the temple gate, the priests started to malign him.\n\n\"Look at him, the evil wretch!\"\n\n\"He's a monster!\"\n\n\"Monster? Simple-minded is what he is!\"\n\nTurning and glaring at the men, Musashi asked sharply, \"What did you say?\"\n\n\"Oh, you heard, did you?\" asked a priest defiantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. And there's one thing I would like you to know. I'll comply with the wishes of the priesthood, but I'm not going to put up with abuse from the likes of you. Are you looking for a fight?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'voice' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As servants of the Buddha, we do not pick fights,\" came the sanctimonious reply. \"I opened my mouth, and the words came out naturally.\"\n\n\"It must be the voice of heaven,\" said another priest.\n\nThe next instant they were all around Musashi, cursing, taunting, even spitting at him. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to restrain himself. Despite the power the warrior-priests had lost, these latter-day embodiments had lost none of their arrogance.\n\n\"Look at him!\" sneered one of the priests. \"From what the villagers said, I thought he was a self-respecting samurai. Now I see he's only a brainless oaf! He doesn't get angry; he doesn't even know how to speak on his own behalf.\"\n\nThe longer Musashi remained silent, the more viciously the tongues wagged. Finally, his face reddening slightly, he said, \"Didn't you say something about the voice of heaven speaking through a man?\"\n\n\"Yes; what of it?\"\n\n\"Are you suggesting heaven has spoken out against me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've heard our decision. Don't you understand yet?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Weave this into your narrative: \"You have the gall to say that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\"\n\n\"I guess you wouldn't. Having no more sense than you do, you deserve to be pitied. But I daresay in the next life you'll come to your senses!\"\n\nWhen Musashi said nothing, the priest continued, \"You'd better be careful after you leave the mountain. Your reputation is nothing to be proud of.\"\n\n\"What does it matter what people say?\"\n\n\"Listen to him! He still thinks he's right.\"\n\n\"What I did was right! I did nothing base or cowardly in my fight with the Yoshiokas.\"\n\n\"You're talking nonsense!\"\n\n\"Did I do anything to be ashamed of? Name one thing!\"\n\n\"You have the gall to say that?\"\n\n\"I'm warning you. I'll overlook other things, but I won't permit anyone to belittle my sword!\"\n\n\"Very well, see if you can answer one question. We know you put up a brave fight against overwhelming odds. We admire your brute strength. We praise your courage in holding out against so many men. But why did you murder a boy only thirteen years old? How could you be so inhuman as to slaughter a mere child?\"\n\nMusashi's face turned pale; his body suddenly felt weak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest went on. \"After he lost his arm, Seijūrō became a priest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denshichirō you killed outright. Genjirō was the only person left to succeed them. By murdering him, you put an end to the House of Yoshioka. Even if it was done in the name of the Way of the Samurai, it was cruel, dastardly. You're not good enough to be described as a monster or a demon. Do you consider yourself human? Do you imagine you should be ranked as a samurai? Do you even belong in this great land of the cherry blossoms?\n\n\"No! And this is why the priesthood is expelling you. Whatever the circumstances, slaying the child is unforgivable. A real samurai would commit no crime like that. The stronger a samurai is, the gentler and more considerate he is to the weak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A samurai understands and practices compassion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now go away from here, Miyamoto Musashi! As fast as you can! Mount Hiei rejects you!\"\n\nTheir anger spent, the priests marched off in a body.\n\nThough he'd borne this last torrent of abuse silently, it wasn't because he had no answer to their charges. \"Whatever they say, I was right,\" he thought. \"I did the only thing I could to protect my convictions, which are not mistaken.\"\n\nHe honestly believed in the validity of his principles and in the necessity of upholding them. Once the Yoshiokas had set Genjirō up as their standard-bearer, there had been no alternative to killing him. He was their general. So long as he lived, the Yoshioka School would remain undefeated. Musashi could have killed ten, twenty or thirty men, but unless Genjirō died, the survivors would always claim victory. Killing the boy first made Musashi the victor, even if he'd later been killed in the fighting.\n\nBy the laws of swordsmanship, there was no flaw in this logic." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'himself' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And to Musashi those laws were absolute.\n\nNevertheless, the memory of Genjirō disturbed him profoundly, giving rise to doubt, grief and pain. The cruelty of his act was repellent, even to himself.\n\n\"Should I throw away my sword and live like an ordinary man?\" he asked himself, not for the first time. In the clear, early evening sky, the white petals of the cherry blossoms fell randomly, like flakes of snow, leaving the trees looking as vulnerable as he now felt, vulnerable to doubts about whether he should not change his way of life. \"If I give up the sword, I could live with Otsū,\" he thought. But then he remembered the easygoing lives of the Kyoto townspeople and the world inhabited by Kōetsu and Shōyū.\n\n\"That's not for me,\" he said decisively.\n\nHe went through the gate and entered his room. Seated by the lamp, he took up his half-finished work and began carving rapidly. It was vitally important to finish the statue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whether the craftsmanship was expert or not, he wanted desperately to leave something here to comfort the spirit of the departed Genjirō.\n\nThe lamp dimmed; he trimmed the wick. In the dead stillness of evening, the sound of tiny chips falling on the tatami was audible. His concentration was total, his whole being focused with perfect intensity on the point of contact with the wood. Once he had set himself a task, it was his nature to lose himself in it until it was completed, unmindful of boredom or fatigue.\n\nThe tones of the sutra rose and fell.\n\nAfter each trimming of the wick, he resumed his work with an air of devotion and reverence, like the ancient sculptors who were said to have bowed three times to the Buddha before picking up their chisels to carve an image. His own statue of Kannon would be like a prayer for Genjirō's happiness in the next life and, in a sense, a humble apology to his own soul.\n\nFinally, he mumbled, \"I guess this will do.\" As he straightened up and examined the statue, the bell in the eastern pagoda sounded the second watch of the night, which began at ten o'clock. \"It's getting late,\" he thought, and left immediately to pay his respects to the head priest and ask him to take custody of the statue. The image was roughly carved, but he had put his soul into it, weeping tears of repentance as he prayed for the dead boy's spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No sooner was he out of the room than Seinen came in to sweep the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the room was again tidy, he laid out Musashi's pallet and, broom over shoulder, sauntered back to the kitchen. Unknown to Musashi, while he was still carving, a catlike figure had crept into the Mudōji, through doors that were never locked, and onto the veranda. After Seinen was out of sight, the shoji onto the veranda slid silently open and just as silently shut.\n\nMusashi returned with his going-away presents, a basket hat and a pair of straw sandals. Placing them beside his pillow, he extinguished the lamp and crawled into bed. The outer doors were open and a breeze blew softly through the corridors. There was just enough moonlight to give the white paper of the shoji a dull gray hue. Tree shadows swayed gently, like waves on a calm, open sea.\n\nHe snored softly, breathing more slowly as he sank deeper into sleep. Silently, the edge of a small screen in the corner shifted forward, and a dark figure crawled stealthily out on hands and knees. The snoring halted, and the black form quickly spread itself flat on the floor. Then, as the breathing steadied, the intruder advanced inch by inch, patiently, cautiously, coordinating his movements with the rhythmical breathing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All at once, the shadow rose like a cloud of black floss and descended on Musashi, crying, \"Now I'll teach you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A short sword swept toward Musashi's neck. But the weapon clattered to one side as the black form flew back through the air and landed with a crash against the shoji. The invader emitted one loud wail before tumbling, along with the shoji, into the darkness outside.\n\nAt the instant Musashi made his throw, it crossed his mind that the person in his hands was as light as a kitten. Though the face had been swathed in cloth, he thought he had caught a glimpse of white hair. Without pausing to analyze these impressions, he grabbed his sword and ran out onto the veranda.\n\n\"Stop!\" he shouted. \"Since you've gone to the trouble of coming here, give me a chance to greet you properly!\" Leaping to the ground, he ran swiftly toward the sound of retreating footsteps. But his heart was not in it. After a few seconds, he stopped and watched laughingly as some priests disappeared into the darkness.\n\nOsugi, after her bone-jarring landing, lay on the ground groaning with pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, Granny, it's you!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'about' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he exclaimed, surprised that his attacker was neither a Yoshioka man nor one of the irate priests. He put his arm around her to help her up.\n\n\"Now I begin to understand,\" he said. \"You're the one who told the priests a lot of bad things about me, aren't you? And since the story came from a courageous, upright old lady, they believed every word of it, I suppose.\"\n\n\"Oh, my back hurts!\" Osugi neither confirmed nor denied his accusation. She squirmed a bit but lacked the strength to put up much resistance. Feebly she said, \"Musashi, since it's come to this, it's no use worrying about right and wrong. The House of Hon'iden has been unlucky in war, so just cut off my head now.\"\n\nIt seemed unlikely to Musashi that she was merely being dramatic. Hers sounded like the honest words of a woman who had gone as far as she could and wanted to put an end to it.\n\n\"Are you in pain?\" he asked, refusing to take her seriously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where does it hurt? You can stay here tonight, so there's nothing to worry about.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He lifted her in his arms, carried her inside and laid her on his pallet. Sitting by her side, he nursed her through the night.\n\nWhen the sky lightened, Seinen brought the lunch box Musashi had requested, along with a message from the head priest, who, while apologizing for being rude, urged Musashi to be on his way as quickly as possible.\n\nMusashi sent word explaining that he now had an ailing old woman on his hands. The priest, not wanting Osugi at the temple, offered a suggestion. It seemed that a merchant from the town of Ōtsu had come to the temple with a cow and left the animal in the head priest's care while he went off on a side trip. The priest offered Musashi the use of the animal, saying that Musashi could let the woman ride it down the mountain. In Ōtsu, the cow could be left at the wharf or at one of the wholesale houses in the vicinity.\n\nMusashi accepted the offer gratefully." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Eiji Yoshikawa would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'again' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From a distance, the torch and its reflection suggested a pair of firebirds swimming across the serene surface of Nobu Pond.\n\n\"Somebody coming!\" whispered Matahachi. \"All right, we'll go this way,\" he said, tugging at the rope he had tied Otsū with. \"Come on!\"\n\n\"I'm not going anywhere,\" protested Otsū, digging in her heels.\n\n\"Stand up!\"\n\nWith the end of the rope, he lashed her across the back, then lashed and lashed again. But every stroke reinforced her resistance.\n\nMatahachi lost heart. \"Come on now,\" he implored. \"Please walk.\"\n\nWhen she still refused to stand, his anger flared again and he seized her by the collar. \"You'll come whether you like it or not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū tried to turn toward the pond and scream, but he quickly gagged her with a hand towel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eventually he managed to drag her to a tiny shrine hidden among the willows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsū, yearning to have her hands free to attack her abductor, thought how wonderful it would be to be transformed into a snake, like the one she could see painted on a plaque." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was coiled around a willow, hissing at a man who was putting a curse on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was lucky.\" Sighing with relief, he pushed her into the shrine and leaned heavily against the outside of the grille door, intently watching the little boat coast into an inlet some four hundred yards away.\n\nHis day had been totally exhausting. When he'd tried to use brute force to take her, she'd made it clear she'd rather die than submit. She'd even threatened to bite off her tongue, and Matahachi knew her well enough to know it was no empty threat. His frustration brought him to the verge of committing murder, but the very notion sapped his strength and cooled his lust.\n\nHe couldn't fathom why she loved Musashi instead of him, when it had, for so long, been the other way around. Didn't women prefer him to his old friend? Hadn't they always? Hadn't Okō been immediately drawn to Matahachi when they'd first met her? Of course she had. Only one explanation was possible: Musashi was slandering him behind his back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pondering his betrayal, Matahachi worked himself into a fury.\n\n\"What a stupid, gullible ass I am! How could I have let him make such a fool of me? To think I was in tears listening to him talk about undying friendship, about how he treasured it! Ha!\"\n\nHe upbraided himself for ignoring Sasaki Kojirō's warning, which resounded in his ears. \"Trust that scoundrel Musashi and you'll live to regret it.\"\n\nUntil today he'd wavered between liking and disliking his childhood friend, but now he loathed him. And although he couldn't bring himself to voice it, a solemn prayer for Musashi's eternal damnation took form in his heart.\n\nHe had become convinced that Musashi was his enemy, born to thwart him at every turn and eventually destroy him. \"The lousy hypocrite,\" he thought. \"He sees me after such a long time and starts preaching about being a real human being, tells me to buck up, that we'll go on from here hand in hand, friends for life. I remember every word—can see him saying it all so sincerely. It makes me sick just to think about it. He was probably laughing to himself the whole time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The so-called good people of this world are all phonies like Musashi,\" he reassured himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I see through them now. They can't fool me anymore. Studying a lot of silly books and putting up with all sorts of hardship just to become another hypocrite is nonsense. From now on, they can tell me whatever they please. If I have to be a villain to do it, one way or another I'll stop that bastard from making a name for himself. For the rest of his life, I'll stand in his way!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turned around and kicked the grille door in. Then he untied her gag and said coldly, \"Still crying, are you?\"\n\nShe did not answer.\n\n\"Answer me! Answer the question I asked you before.\"\n\nEnraged by her silence, he kicked her dark form on the floor. She moved out of range and said, \"I have nothing to say to you. If you're going to kill me, do it like a man.\"\n\n\"Don't talk like a fool! I've made up my mind. You and Musashi have ruined my life, and I'm going to get even no matter how long it takes.\"\n\n\"That's nonsense. Nobody led you astray but you yourself. Of course, you may have had a little help from that Okō woman.\"\n\n\"Watch what you're saying!\"\n\n\"Oh, you and your mother! What is it about your family? Why do you always have to go around hating somebody?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You talk too much! What I want to know is, are you going to marry me or not?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can answer that question easily.\"\n\n\"Well, answer then.\"\n\n\"Throughout this lifetime and the eternal future, my heart is bound to one man, Miyamoto Musashi. How can I possibly care for anyone else, let alone a weakling like you. I hate you!\"\n\nA trembling swept over his body. With a cruel laugh, he said, \"So you hate me, do you? Well, that's too bad, because whether you like me or not, from this night on, your body is mine!\"\n\nOtsū shook with anger.\n\n\"You still want to be difficult about it?\"\n\n\"I was brought up in a temple. I never saw my father or mother. Death doesn't frighten me in the least.\"\n\n\"Are you joking?\" he growled, as he dropped to the floor beside her and pressed his face toward hers. \"Who said anything about death? Killing you wouldn't give me any satisfaction. This is what I'm going to do!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seizing her shoulder and her left wrist, he sank his teeth right through her sleeve and into her upper arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screaming and writhing about, she tried to free herself but only tightened the hold of his teeth on her arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did not release her even when blood dribbled down to the wrist he was holding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Face stark white, she fainted from the pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Feeling her body grow limp, he let go and hastily forced open her mouth to make sure she hadn't actually bitten off her tongue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her face was bathed in sweat." }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"Does it hurt? Too bad! Even after it heals, the mark of my teeth will be there for a long time. What'll people say when they see that? What'll Musashi think? I put that there as a brand, so everyone'll know that one of these days you'll belong to me. If you want to run away, run, but you'll never stop being reminded of me.\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Otsū,\" he wailed. \"Forgive me!\" He shook her until she came to.\n\nThe moment she was able to speak, she stretched out full length and groaned hysterically. \"Oh, it hurts! It hurts so! Jōtarō, Jōtarō, help me!\"\n\nMatahachi, pale and gasping for breath, said, \"Does it hurt? Too bad! Even after it heals, the mark of my teeth will be there for a long time. What'll people say when they see that? What'll Musashi think? I put that there as a brand, so everyone'll know that one of these days you'll belong to me. If you want to run away, run, but you'll never stop being reminded of me.\"\n\nIn the dark shrine, slightly hazy with dust, the silence was broken only by Otsū's sobbing.\n\n\"Stop blubbering. It gets on my nerves. I'm not going to touch you, so just be quiet. Do you want me to bring you some water?\" He took an earthen bowl from the altar and started to go out.\n\nHe was surprised to see a man standing outside, looking in. When the man took to his heels, Matahachi bounded through the door and grabbed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man, a farmer on his way to the wholesale market in Shiojiri with several sacks of grain packed on his horse's back, fell at Matahachi's feet, quaking with terror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wasn't going to do anything. I just heard a woman crying and looked in to see what happened.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that so? Are you sure?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His manner was as stern as a local magistrate's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes; I swear it is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that's the case, I'll let you off alive. Take those sacks off the horse's back and tie the woman on it. Then you'll stay with us until I'm through with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His fingers played menacingly with his sword hilt.\n\nThe farmer, too frightened to disobey, did as he was told, and the three of them started off.\n\nMatahachi picked up a bamboo stick to use as a whip. \"We're going to Edo and we don't want any company, so stay away from the main road,\" he ordered. \"Take a road where we won't run into anybody.\"\n\n\"That's very difficult.\"\n\n\"I don't care how difficult it is! Take a back road. We'll go to Ina and from there to Kōshū without using the main highway.\"\n\n\"But that means climbing a very bad mountain path from Ubagami to Gombei Pass.\"\n\n\"All right, start climbing! And don't try any tricks, or I'll split your skull open. I don't particularly need you. All I want is the horse. You should be thankful I'm taking you along.\"\n\nThe dark path seemed to get steeper with every step." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time they reached Ubagami, about halfway up, both men and horse were ready to drop." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beneath their feet, clouds billowed like waves. A faint trace of light tinged the eastern sky.\n\nOtsū had ridden all night without uttering a word, but when she saw the rays of the sun, she said quietly, \"Matahachi, please let the man go. Give him back his horse. I promise not to run away.\"\n\nMatahachi was reluctant, but she repeated her plea a third and fourth time, and he gave in. As the farmer went away, Matahachi said to Otsū, \"Now, you just come along quietly, and don't try to escape.\"\n\nShe placed her hand over the injured arm, and biting her lip, said, \"I won't. You don't think I want anyone to see the marks of your venomous fangs on me, do you?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n6 sentences\nStyle:\nEiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mother,\" said Gonnosuke, \"you're going too far. Can't you see I'm upset too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was weeping, and the words came in spurts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shh! You'll wake him.\" His mother's voice was soft but stern. She might have been scolding a three-year-old. \"If you feel so bad, the only thing to do is get a firm grip on yourself and follow the Way with all your heart. Crying won't do any good. Besides, it's unbecoming. Wipe your face.\"\n\n\"First promise you'll forgive me for that shameful performance yesterday.\"\n\n\"Well, I couldn't help scolding you, but I suppose after all it's a matter of skill. They say the longer a man goes without facing a challenge, the weaker he becomes. It's only natural you lost.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hearing that from you makes it all the worse. After all your encouragement, I still lost. I see now I don't have the talent or spirit to be a real warrior. I'll have to give up the martial arts and be content with being a farmer. I can do more for you with my hoe than I can with my staff.\"\n\nMusashi was already awake. He sat straight up, amazed that the young man and his mother had taken the skirmish so seriously. He himself had already brushed it off as a mistake on his part as well as Gonnosuke's. \"What a sense of honor,\" he mumbled as he crept quietly into the next room. He went to the far side and put his eye to the crack between the shoji panels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Faintly lit by the rising sun, Gonnosuke's mother was seated with her back to the Buddhist altar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke was kneeling meekly before her, his eyes downcast and his face streaked with tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grabbing the back of his collar, she said with vehemence, \"What did you say? What's this about spending your life as a farmer?\" Pulling him closer, until his head rested on her knees, she continued in an outraged tone. \"Only one thing's kept me going all these years—the hope that I could make a samurai of you and restore our family's good name. So I had you read all those books and learn the martial arts. And that's why I've managed to live all these years on so little. And now... now you say you're going throw it all away!\"\n\nShe, too, began to weep. \"Since you let him get the best of you, you have to think of vindicating yourself. He's still here. When he wakes up, challenge him to another bout. That's the only way you can regain your self-confidence.\"\n\nGonnosuke, lifting his head, said sadly, \"If I could do that, Mother, I wouldn't feel the way I do now.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'staff' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's the matter with you? You're not acting like yourself. Where's your spirit?\"\n\n\"Last night, when I went with him to the pond, I kept my eye open for a chance to attack him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept telling myself he was only a nameless rōnin. Still, when I took a good look at him, my arm refused to move.\"\n\n\"That's because you're thinking like a coward.\"\n\n\"What of it? Look, I know I've got the blood of a Kiso samurai in me. I haven't forgotten how I prayed before the god of Ontake for twenty-one days.\"\n\n\"Didn't you swear before the god of Ontake that you'd use your staff to create your own school?\"\n\n\"Yes, but I guess I've been too complacent. I haven't considered that other men know how to fight too. If I'm as immature as I showed myself to be yesterday, how could I ever establish a school of my own? Rather than live in poverty and see you hungry, it'd be better to break my staff in half and forget about it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've never lost before, and you've had a number of matches. Maybe the god of Ontake intended yesterday's defeat as a lesson to you. Maybe you're being punished for being overconfident. Giving up the staff to take better care of me isn't the way to make me happy. When that rōnin wakes up, challenge him. If you lose again, then's the time to break your staff and forget your ambitions.\"\n\nMusashi went back to his room to give the matter some thought. If Gonnosuke challenged him, he'd have to fight. And if he fought, he knew he'd win. Gonnosuke would be crushed, his mother heartbroken.\n\n\"There's nothing to do but avoid it,\" he concluded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noiselessly sliding open the door to the veranda, he went out. The morning sun spilled a whitish light through the trees. In the corner of the yard near a storehouse stood the cow, grateful for another day and for the grass growing at her feet. Bidding the animal a silent farewell, Musashi went through the windbreak and strode off on a path winding through the fields.\n\nMount Koma today was visible from top to bottom. The clouds were countless, small and cottony, each of a different shape, all playing freely in the breeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jōtarō's young, Otsū frail,\" he told himself. \"But there're people who have the goodness of heart to take care of the young and the frail. Some power in the universe will decide whether I find them or not.\" His spirit, in turmoil since that day at the waterfall, had seemed in danger of losing its way. Now it returned to the path it was meant to follow. On a morning like this, thinking solely of Otsū and Jōtarō seemed shortsighted, no matter how important they were to him. He must keep his mind on the Way he had sworn to follow throughout this life and into the next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Narai, which he reached a little after noon, was a thriving community." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One shop displayed a variety of pelts outside. Another specialized in Kiso combs.\n\nWith the intention of asking his way, Musashi stuck his head into a shop that sold medicine made from bear's gall. There was a sign reading \"The Big Bear,\" and by the entrance a large bear in a cage.\n\nThe proprietor, his back turned, finished pouring himself a cup of tea and said, \"Can I help you?\"\n\n\"Could you tell me how to find the store belonging to a man named Daizō?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Daizō? He's down at the next crossroads.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man came out, holding his cup of tea, and pointed down the road. Catching sight of his apprentice returning from an errand, he called, \"Here. This gentleman wants to go to Daizō's place. He might not recognize it, so you'd better take him there.\"\n\nThe apprentice, whose head was shaved so as to leave one shock of hair in front and another in back but none on top, marched off with Musashi in tow. The latter, grateful for the kindness, reflected that Daizō must enjoy the respect of his fellow townsmen.\n\n\"Over there,\" said the boy. He pointed at the establishment on the left and immediately took his leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi, having expected a shop like the ones catering to travelers, was surprised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The grilled display window was eighteen feet long, and behind the shop there were two storehouses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The house, which was large and appeared to extend quite a way back from the high wall enclosing the rest of the compound, had an imposing entranceway, now closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a certain hesitancy, Musashi opened the door and called, \"Good day!\" The large, dim interior reminded him of the inside of a sake brewery. Because of the dirt floor, the air was pleasantly cool.\n\nA man stood in front of a bookkeeper's cabinet in the office, a room with a raised floor covered with tatami.\n\nShutting the door behind him, Musashi explained what he wanted. Before he finished, the clerk nodded and said, \"Well, well, so you've come for the boy.\" He bowed and offered Musashi a cushion. \"I'm sorry to say, you've just missed him. He showed up around midnight, while we were preparing for the master's trip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seems the woman he was traveling with was kidnapped, and he wanted the master to help find her. The master told him he'd be glad to try, but he couldn't guarantee anything. If she'd been taken by a freebooter or bandit from around here, there'd be no problem. Apparently, though, it was another traveler, and he'd be sure to stay off the main roads.\n\n\"This morning, the master sent people out to look, but they didn't find any clues. The boy broke down when he heard that, so the master suggested he come along with him. Then they could look for her on the way, or they might even run into you. The boy seemed eager to go, and they left shortly after that. I guess it's been about four hours now. What a shame you missed them!\"\n\nMusashi was disappointed, though he wouldn't have been in time even if he had started earlier and traveled faster." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He consoled himself with the thought that there was always tomorrow.\n\n\"Where's Daizō going?\" he asked.\n\n\"It's hard to say. We don't run a shop in the ordinary sense. The herbs are prepared in the mountains and brought here. Twice a year, spring and fall, the salesmen stock up here and go out on the road. Since the master doesn't have much to keep him busy, he often takes trips, sometimes to temples or shrines, sometimes to hot-spring resorts, other times to places famous for their scenery. This time I suspect he'll go to the Zenkōji, travel around Echigo awhile and then go on to Edo. That's only a hunch, though. He never mentioned where he was going... Wouldn't you like some tea?\"\n\nMusashi waited impatiently, ill at ease in such surroundings, while fresh tea was fetched from the kitchen. When the tea arrived, he asked what Daizō looked like.\n\n\"Oh, if you see him, you'll recognize him right off. He's fifty-two years old, quite robust—looks strong too—squarish, ruddy face with a few pockmarks. There's a balding spot on his right temple.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How tall is he?\"\n\n\"About average, I'd say.\"\n\n\"How does he dress?\"\n\n\"Now that you ask, I imagine that's the easiest way to recognize him. He's wearing a striped Chinese cotton kimono he ordered from Sakai especially for this trip. It's a very unusual fabric. I doubt anybody else is wearing it yet.\"\n\nMusashi formed an impression of the man's character, as well as his appearance. Out of politeness, he lingered long enough to finish the tea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could not catch up with them before sundown, but he reckoned that if he traveled during the night, he'd be at Shiojiri Pass by dawn and could wait for them there.\n\nBy the time he came to the foot of the pass, the sun had disappeared, and an evening mist was descending softly over the highroad. It was late spring; lights in the houses along the road emphasized the loneliness of the mountains. It was still five miles to the top of the pass. Musashi climbed on, not stopping to relax until he reached Inojigahara, a high, level place hard by the pass. There he lay down among the stars and allowed his mind to wander." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not long before he was sleeping soundly.\n\nThe diminutive Sengen Shrine marked the pinnacle of the rocky eminence that stood out like a carbuncle on the plateau. This was the highest point in the Shiojiri area.\n\nMusashi's sleep was interrupted by the sound of voices. \"Come up here,\" shouted one man. \"You can see Mount Fuji.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi sat up and looked around without seeing anyone.\n\nThe morning light was dazzling. And there, floating on a sea of clouds, was the red cone of Mount Fuji, still wearing its winter mantle of snow. The sight brought a childish cry of delight to his lips. He had seen paintings of the famous mountain and had a mental image of it, but this was the first time he had actually seen it. It was nearly a hundred miles away but seemed to be on the same level as he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Magnificent,\" he sighed, making no effort to wipe the tears from his unblinking eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt awed by his own tininess, saddened by the thought of his insignificance in the vastness of the universe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since his victory at the spreading pine, he had secretly dared to think there were few, if any, men as well qualified as he was to be called great swordsmen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His own life on earth was short, limited; the beauty and splendor of Mount Fuji eternal. Annoyed and a little depressed, he asked himself how he could possibly attach any importance to his accomplishments with the sword.\n\nThere was an inevitability in the way nature rose majestically and sternly above him; it was in the order of things that he was doomed to remain beneath it. He fell on his knees before the mountain, hoping his presumptuousness would be forgiven, and clasped his hands in prayer—for his mother's eternal rest and for the safety of Otsū and Jōtarō. He expressed his thanks to his country and begged to be allowed to become great, even if he could not share nature's greatness.\n\nBut even as he knelt, different thoughts came rushing into his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had made him think man was small? Wasn't nature itself big only when it was reflected in human eyes? Didn't the gods themselves come into existence only when they communicated with the hearts of mortals? Men—living spirits, not dead rock—performed the greatest actions of all.\n\n\"As a man,\" he told himself, \"I am not so distant from the gods and the universe. I can touch them with the three-foot sword I carry. But not so long as I feel there is a distinction between nature and humankind. Not so long as I remain distant from the realm of the true expert, the fully developed man.\"\n\nHis contemplation was interrupted by the chattering of some merchants who had climbed up near where he was and were gazing at the peak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They were right. You can see it.\"\n\n\"But it's not often you can bow before the sacred mountain from here.\"\n\nTravelers moved in antlike streams in both directions, laden with a kaleidoscopic array of luggage. Sooner or later Daizō and Jōtarō would come up the hill. If by chance he failed to pick them out from among the other travelers, surely they would see the sign he had left at the foot of the cliff: \"To Daizō of Narai. I wish to see you when you pass through. I shall wait at the shrine up above. Musashi, Jōtarō's teacher.\"\n\nThe sun was well above the horizon now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi had been watching the road like a hawk, but there was no sign of Daizō. On the other side of the pass, the road divided into three. One went through Kōshū straight to Edo. Another, the main route, crossed Usui Pass and entered Edo from the north. The third veered off to the northern provinces. Whether Daizō was going north to the Zenkōji or east to Edo, he would have to use this pass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, as Musashi realized, people did not always move as one might expect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wholesaler could have gone somewhere well off the beaten path, or he could be spending an extra night at the foot of the mountain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi decided it might not be a bad idea to go back there and ask about Daizō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he started down the path cut into the cliffside, he heard a familiar raucous voice say, \"There he is, up there!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It brought to mind instantly the staff that had grazed his body two nights before.\n\n\"Come down from there!\" Gonnosuke shouted. Staff in hand, he glared at Musashi. \"You ran away! You figured I'd challenge you and ducked out. Come down, fight me one more time!\"\n\nMusashi stopped between two rocks, leaned against one of them and stared silently at Gonnosuke.\n\nTaking this to mean that he was not coming, Gonnosuke said to his mother, \"Wait here. I'll go up there and throw him down. Just watch.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop!\" scolded his mother, who was astride the cow. \"That's what's wrong with you. You're impatient. You have to learn to read your enemy's thoughts before you go flying into battle. Supposing he were to throw a big rock down on you, then what?\"\n\nMusashi could hear their voices, but the words were not clear. As far as he was concerned, he'd already won; he already understood how Gonnosuke used his staff. What he found upsetting was their bitterness and their desire for revenge. If Gonnosuke lost again, they would be that much more resentful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From his experience with the House of Yoshioka, he knew the folly of fighting bouts that led to even greater hostility." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then there was the man's mother, in whom Musashi saw a second Osugi, a woman who loved her son blindly and would bear an eternal grudge against anyone who harmed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned around and began climbing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'bowed' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait!\"\n\nHeld back by the strength of the old woman's voice, Musashi stopped and turned around.\n\nShe dismounted and walked to the foot of the cliff. When she was sure she had his attention, she knelt, put both hands on the ground and bowed deeply.\n\nMusashi had done nothing to cause her to humble herself before him, but he bowed back as best he could from the rocky path. His hand went out as though to help her up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good samurai!\" she cried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am ashamed to appear before you like this. I'm sure you have nothing but scorn for my stubbornness. But I'm not acting out of hate or spite or ill will. I ask you to take pity on my son. For ten years he's practiced all by himself—no teachers, no friends, no truly worthy opponents. I beg you to give him another lesson in the art of fighting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi listened silently.\n\n\"I would hate to see you part from us like this,\" she continued emotionally. \"My son's performance two days ago was shoddy. If he doesn't do something to prove his ability, neither he nor I will be able to face our ancestors. Right now he's nothing more than a farmer who lost a fight. Since he's had the good fortune to meet a warrior of your stature, it would be a shame for him not to profit from the experience. That's why I've brought him here. I implore you to heed my pleas and accept his challenge.\"\n\nHer speech ended, she bowed again, almost as though she were worshiping at Musashi's feet.\n\nComing down the hill, he took her hand and helped her back up onto the cow. \"Gonnosuke,\" he said, \"take the rope. Let's talk this over while we walk. I'll consider whether I want to fight you or not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi walked slightly ahead of them, and though he had suggested discussing the question, said not a word. Gonnosuke kept his eyes suspiciously on Musashi's back, now and again absently flicking a switch at the cow's legs. His mother looked anxious and worried.\n\nWhen they had gone perhaps a mile, Musashi grunted and turned on his heel. \"I'll fight you,\" he said.\n\nDropping the rope, Gonnosuke said, \"Are you ready now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked around to check his position, as if ready to have it out right then and there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ignoring him, Musashi addressed his mother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you prepared for the worst? There's not a whit's difference between a bout like this and a fight to the death, even if the weapons are not the same.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the first time, the old woman laughed. \"No need to tell me that. If he loses to a younger man like you, then he may as well give up the martial arts, and if he does that, there'd be no further point in living. If it turns out that way, I'll bear you no grudge.\"\n\n\"If that's the way you feel, all right.\" He picked up the rope Gonnosuke had thrown down. \"If we stay on the road, there'll be people in the way. Let's tie the cow up, then I'll fight as long as you wish.\"\n\nThere was a huge larch tree in the very middle of the flat area on which they stood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pointing at it, Musashi led them there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make your preparations, Gonnosuke,\" he said calmly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke needed no urging." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a moment he was standing before Musashi with his staff pointed toward the ground.\n\nMusashi stood empty-handed, arms and shoulders relaxed.\n\n\"Aren't you going to make any preparations?\" asked Gonnosuke.\n\n\"What for?\"\n\nGonnosuke's anger flared. \"Get something to fight with. Anything you want.\"\n\n\"I'm ready.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'sword' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No weapon?\"\n\n\"I have my weapon here,\" Musashi replied, bringing his left hand up to his sword hilt.\n\n\"You're fighting with a sword?\"\n\nMusashi's only reply was a crooked little smile at the corner of his mouth. They were already at the stage where he couldn't afford to waste breath talking.\n\nUnderneath the larch tree sat Gonnosuke's mother, looking like a stone Buddha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't fight yet. Wait!\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Staring at each other, not making the slightest move, neither man seemed to hear." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'gonnosuke's' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke's staff was waiting under his arm for the opportunity to strike, as if it had breathed in all the air on the plateau and was about to exhale it in one great screeching blow. His hand glued to the underside of his sword hilt, Musashi's eyes seemed to pierce Gonnosuke's body. Inwardly, the battle had already begun, for the eye can damage a man more seriously than sword or staff. After the opening slice is made with the eye, the sword or staff slips in effortlessly.\n\n\"Wait!\" called the mother again.\n\n\"What is it?\" asked Musashi, jumping back four or five feet to a safe position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're fighting with a real sword?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The way I fight, it doesn't make any difference whether I use a wooden sword or a real one.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Work this phrase into your response organically: \"Gonnosuke, give your name first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not trying to stop you.\"\n\n\"I want to be sure you understand. The sword, wood or steel, is absolute. In a real bout, there are no halfway measures. The only way to avoid risk is to run away.\"\n\n\"You're perfectly right, but it occurred to me that in a match this important, you should announce yourself formally. Each of you is meeting an opponent the likes of whom he will encounter only rarely. After the fight's over, it'll be too late.\"\n\n\"True.\"\n\n\"Gonnosuke, give your name first.\"\n\nGonnosuke bowed formally to Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our distant ancestor is said to have been Kakumyō, who fought under the banner of the great warrior of Kiso, Minamoto no Yoshinaka. After Yoshinaka's death, Kakumyō became a follower of the saint Hōnen, and it is possible that we are from the same family as he. Over the centuries, our ancestors have lived in this area, but in my father's generation we suffered dishonor, which I shall not name. In my distress, I went with my mother to Ontake Shrine and vowed in writing that I would restore our good name by following the Way of the Samurai. Before the god of Ontake Shrine, I acquired my technique for using the staff. I call it the Musō Style, that is, the Style of the Vision, for I received it in a revelation at the shrine. People call me Musō Gonnosuke.\"\n\nMusashi returned his bow. \"My family is descended from Hirata Shōgen, whose house was a branch of the Akamatsus of Harima. I am the only son of Shimmen Munisai, who lived in the village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka. I have been given the name Miyamoto Musashi. I have no close relatives, and I have dedicated my life to the Way of the Sword. If I should fall before your staff, there is no need to trouble yourself about my remains.\"\n\nRetaking his stance, he cried, \"On guard!\"\n\n\"On guard!\"\n\nThe old woman seemed scarcely to breathe." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'would' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far from having danger thrust on herself and her son, she had gone out of her way to seek it out, deliberately placing her son in front of Musashi's gleaming sword. Such a course would have been unthinkable for an ordinary mother, but she was fully confident she had done the right thing. She sat now in formal style, her shoulders leaning slightly forward and her hands placed primly, one on top of the other, on her knees. Her body gave the impression of being small and shrunken; it would have been hard to believe that she had borne several children, buried all but one of them, and persevered through innumerable hardships to make a warrior out of the lone survivor.\n\nHer eyes emitted a flash of light, as though all the gods and bodhisattvas of the cosmos had gathered in her person to witness the battle.\n\nIn the instant when Musashi unsheathed, Gonnosuke felt a chill go through his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sensed instinctively that his fate, exposed to Musashi's sword, had already been decided, for at this moment he saw before him a man he had not seen before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two days earlier, he had observed Musashi in a fluid, flexible mood, one that might be likened to smooth, flowing lines of calligraphy in the cursive style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was unprepared for the man who faced him now, a study in austerity, like a square, immaculately written character with every line and dot in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Realizing that he had misjudged his adversary, he found himself unable to swing into a violent attack, as he had done before. His staff remained poised but powerless above his head.\n\nWhile the two men confronted each other silently, the last of the morning mist cleared away. A bird flew indolently between them and the hazy mountains in the distance. Then all at once a shriek split the air, as though the bird had plummeted to earth. It was impossible to tell whether the sound came from the sword or the staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was unreal—the clapping of one hand that followers of Zen talk about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Simultaneously, the two fighters' bodies, moving in perfect coordination with their weapons, shifted positions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The change took less time than it takes for an image to be transmitted from the eye to the brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke's strike had missed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi had defensively reversed his forearm and swept upward, from near Gonnosuke's side to a point above his head, narrowly missing his right shoulder and temple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi then employed his masterful return strike, the one that had previously brought all opponents to grief, but Gonnosuke, seizing his staff near the ends with both hands, blocked the sword above his own head.\n\nHad the sword not met the wood obliquely, Gonnosuke's weapon would doubtless have been split in two. In shifting, he had thrust his left elbow forward and lifted his right elbow, with the intent of striking Musashi in the solar plexus, but at what should have been the moment of impact, the end of the staff was still a fraction of an inch from Musashi's body.\n\nWith sword and staff crossed above Gonnosuke's head, neither could advance or retreat. Both knew that a false move meant sudden death. Though the position was analogous to a sword-guard-to-sword-guard impasse, Musashi was aware of the important differences between sword and staff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A staff ostensibly had no guard, no blade, no hilt, no point. But in the hands of an expert like Gonnosuke, any part of the four-foot weapon could be blade, point or hilt. Thus the staff was far more versatile than the sword and could even be used as a short lance.\n\nUnable to predict Gonnosuke's reaction, Musashi could not withdraw his weapon. Gonnosuke, on the other hand, was in an even more perilous position: his weapon was playing the passive role of blocking Musashi's blade. If he allowed his spirit to waver for so much as an instant, the sword would split open his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke's face paled, he bit his lower lip, and oily sweat glistened around the upturned corners of his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the crossed weapons began to waver, his breathing became heavier.\n\n\"Gonnosuke!\" cried his mother, her face more pallid than her son's. She raised her torso and slapped her hip. \"Your hip's too high!\" she shouted, then fell forward. Her senses seemed to have left her; her voice had sounded as though she were spitting blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had appeared that sword and staff would remain locked until the fighters turned to stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the sound of the old woman's cry, they came apart with a force more frightening than that of their coming together.\n\nMusashi, slamming his heels into the ground, leaped backward a full seven feet. The interval was spanned in a flash by Gonnosuke and the length of his staff. Musashi barely managed to jump aside.\n\nThwarted in this do-or-die attack, Gonnosuke stumbled forward off balance, exposing his back. Musashi moved with the speed of a peregrine falcon, and a thin flash of light connected with the dorsal muscles of his adversary, who, with the bleat of a terrified calf, stumbled, and fell face down on the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi sat down with a thud on the grass, holding his hand to his stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I give up!\" he shouted.\n\nNo sound came from Gonnosuke. His mother, too stunned to speak, stared blankly at his prostrate form.\n\n\"I used the ridge of the sword,\" said Musashi, turning to her. Since she did not seem to comprehend, he said, \"Get him some water. He's not badly hurt.\"\n\n\"What?\" she cried in disbelief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing there was no blood on her son's body, she staggered to his side and threw her arms around him. She called his name, brought him water, then shook him until he came to his senses.\n\nGonnosuke gazed vacantly at Musashi for a few minutes, then walked over to him and bowed his forehead to the ground. \"I'm sorry,\" he said simply. \"You're too good for me.\"\n\nMusashi, seemingly awakening from a trance, grasped his hand and said, \"Why do you say that? You didn't lose; I did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened the front of his kimono. \"Look at this.\" He pointed to a red spot where the staff had struck him. \"Only a little more and I'd have been killed.\" There was a tremor of shock in his voice, for the truth was he had not yet figured out when or how he had suffered the wound.\n\nGonnosuke and his mother stared at the red mark but said nothing.\n\nPulling his kimono together, Musashi asked the old woman why she had cautioned her son about his hips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had she observed something faulty or dangerous in his stance?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I'm no expert in these matters, but as I watched him using all his strength to hold your sword off, it seemed to me he was missing an opportunity. He couldn't advance, couldn't retreat, and he was too excited. But I saw that if he simply dropped his hips, holding his hands the way they were, the end of the staff would naturally strike your chest. It all happened in an instant. At the time, I wasn't really conscious of what I said.\"\n\nMusashi nodded, regarding himself fortunate to have received a useful lesson without having had to pay with his life. Gonnosuke, too, listened reverently; no doubt he had also gained a new insight. What he had just experienced was no ephemeral revelation but a journey to the boundary between life and death. His mother, perceiving him to be on the brink of disaster, had taught him a lesson in survival.\n\nYears later, after Gonnosuke had established his own style and become known far and wide, he recorded the technique his mother had discovered on this occasion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though he wrote at some length of his mother's devotion and of his match with Musashi, he refrained from saying that he had won." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the contrary, for the rest of his life he told people that he had lost, and that the defeat had been an invaluable lesson to him.\n\nMusashi, having wished mother and son well, proceeded on from Inojigahara to Kamisuwa, unaware that he was being followed by a samurai who inquired of all the grooms at the horse stations, as well as of other travelers, whether they had seen Musashi on the road." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Eiji Yoshikawa would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life under Yajibei's half-tiled roof agreed so much with Osugi that a year and a half later she was still there. After the first few weeks, during which she rested and recovered her health, hardly a day passed without her telling herself she should be on her way.\n\nWhenever she broached the subject to Yajibei, whom she didn't see often, he urged her to stay on. \"What's the hurry?\" he would ask. \"There's no reason for you to go anywhere. Bide your time until we find Musashi. Then we can serve as your seconds.\" Yajibei knew nothing of Osugi's enemy except what she herself had told him—that he was, in so many words, the blackest of blackguards—but since the day of her arrival, all of his men had been under instructions to report immediately anything they heard or saw of Musashi.\n\nAfter initially detesting Edo, Osugi had mellowed in attitude to the point where she was willing to admit that the people were \"friendly, carefree and really very kind at heart.\"\n\nThe Hangawara household was a particularly easygoing place and something of a haven for social misfits; country boys too lazy to farm, displaced rōnin, profligates who had run through their parents' money and tattooed ex-convicts made up a coarse and motley crew, whose unifying esprit de corps curiously resembled that of a well-run school for warriors. The ideal here, however, was blustering masculinity rather than spiritual manliness; it was really a \"dōjō\" for thugs.\n\nAs in the martial arts dōjō, there was a rigid class structure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under the boss, who was the ultimate temporal and spiritual authority, came a group of seniors, usually referred to as the \"elder brothers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Below them were the ordinary henchmen—the kobun—whose ranking was determined largely by length of service. There was also a special class of \"guests\"; their status depended on such factors as their ability with weapons. Bolstering the hierarchical organization was a code of etiquette, of uncertain origin but strictly adhered to.\n\nAt one point, Yajibei, thinking Osugi might be bored, suggested that she take care of the younger men. Since then, her days had been fully occupied with sewing, mending, washing and straightening up after the kobun, whose slovenliness gave her plenty of work.\n\nFor all their lack of breeding, the kobun recognized quality when they saw it. They admired both Osugi's spartan habits and the efficiency with which she went about her chores. \"She's a real samurai lady,\" they were wont to say. \"The House of Hon'iden must have very good blood in it.\"\n\nOsugi's unlikely host treated her with consideration and had even built her separate living quarters on the vacant lot behind his house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And whenever he was at home, he went to pay his respects each morning and evening." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"I feel I have a filial duty to all older people.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When asked by one of his underlings why he displayed such deference toward a stranger, Yajibei confessed that he had acted very badly toward his own father and mother while they were still alive. \"At my age,\" he said, \"I feel I have a filial duty to all older people.\"\n\nSpring came, and the wild plum blossoms fell, but the city itself had as yet almost no cherry blossoms. Apart from a few trees in the sparsely settled hills to the west, there were only the saplings that Buddhists had planted along the road leading to the Sensōji, in Asakusa. Rumor had it that this year they were sprouting buds and would blossom for the first time.\n\nOne day Yajibei came to Osugi's room and said, \"I'm going to the Sensōji. Do you feel like coming along?\"\n\n\"I'd love to. That temple's dedicated to Kanzeon, and I'm a great believer in her powers. She's the same bodhisattva as the Kannon I prayed to at Kiyomizudera in Kyoto.\"\n\nWith Yajibei and Osugi went two of the kobun, Jūrō and Koroku. Jūrō bore the nickname \"Reed Mat,\" for reasons no one knew, but it was obvious why Koroku was called the \"Acolyte.\" He was a small, compact man with a distinctly benign face, if one overlooked the three ugly scars on his forehead, evidence of a proclivity for street brawls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They first made their way to the moat at Kyōbashi, where boats were available for hire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After Koroku had skillfully sculled them out of the moat and into the Sumida River, Yajibei ordered the box lunches opened.\n\n\"I'm going to the temple today,\" he explained, \"because it's the anniversary of my mother's death. I really should go back home and visit her grave, but it's too far, so I compromise by going to the Sensōji and making a donation. But that's neither here nor there; just think of it as a picnic.\" He reached over the side of the boat, rinsed off a sake cup and offered it to Osugi.\n\n\"It's very fine of you to remember your mother,\" she said as she accepted the cup, all the while wondering fretfully if Matahachi would do the same when she was gone. \"I wonder, though, is drinking sake on the anniversary of your poor mother's passing the thing to do?\"\n\n\"Well, I'd rather do that than hold some pompous ceremony. Anyway, I believe in the Buddha; that's all that counts for ignorant louts like me. You know the saying, don't you? 'He who has faith need have no knowledge.'\"\n\nOsugi, letting it go at that, proceeded to have several refills. After a time she remarked, \"I haven't drunk like this for ages. I feel like I'm floating on air.\"\n\n\"Drink up,\" urged Yajibei. \"It's good sake, isn't it? Don't worry about being out on the water. We're here to take care of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The river, flowing south from the town of Sumida, was broad and placid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the Shimōsa side, the east bank opposite Edo, stood a luxuriant forest. Tree roots jutting into the water formed nests holding limpid pools, which shone like sapphires in the sunlight.\n\n\"Oh,\" said Osugi. \"Listen to the nightingales!\"\n\n\"When the rainy season comes, you can hear cuckoos all day long.\"\n\n\"Let me pour for you. I hope you don't mind my joining in your celebration.\"\n\n\"I like to see you having a good time.\"\n\nFrom the stern, Koroku called out lustily, \"Say, boss, how about passing the sake around?\"\n\n\"Just pay attention to your work. If you start now, we'll all drown. On the way back you can have all you want.\"\n\n\"If you say so. But I just want you to know the whole river's beginning to look like sake.\"\n\n\"Stop thinking about it. Here, pull over to that boat next to the bank so we can buy some fresh fish.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Koroku did as he was told." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a bit of haggling, the fisherman, flashing a happy smile, lifted the cover off a tank built into the deck and told them to take anything they wanted. Osugi had never seen anything like it. The tank was full to the brim with wriggling, flapping fish, some from the sea, some from the river. Carp, prawns, catfish, black porgies, gobies. Even trout and sea bass.\n\nYajibei sprinkled soy sauce on some whitebait and began eating it raw. He offered some to Osugi, but she declined, with a look of dread on her face.\n\nWhen they drew up on the west side of the river and disembarked, Osugi seemed a little wobbly on her feet.\n\n\"Be careful,\" warned Yajibei. \"Here, take my hand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, thank you. I don't need any help.\" She waved her own hand before her face indignantly.\n\nAfter Jūrō and Koroku had moored the boat, the four of them crossed a broad expanse of stones and puddles to get to the riverbank proper.\n\nA group of small children were busily turning over stones, but seeing the unusual foursome, they stopped and flocked around, chattering excitedly.\n\n\"Buy some, sir. Please.\"\n\n\"Won't you buy some, Granny?\"\n\nYajibei seemed to like children; at least, he showed no signs of annoyance. \"What have you got there—crabs?\"\n\n\"Not crabs; arrowheads,\" they cried, producing handfuls of them from their kimonos.\n\n\"Arrowheads?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's right. A lot of men and horses are buried in a mound by the temple. People coming here buy arrowheads to offer to the dead. You should too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think I want any arrowheads, but I'll give you some money. How'll that do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That, it appeared, would do admirably, and as soon as Yajibei had passed out a few coins, the children ran off to resume their digging. But even as he watched, a man emerged from a thatched-roof house nearby, took the coins away from them and went back inside. Yajibei clicked his tongue and turned away in disgust.\n\nOsugi was gazing out over the river, fascination in her eyes. \"If there are a lot of arrowheads lying around,\" she observed, \"there must have been a big battle.\"\n\n\"I don't really know, but it seems there were quite a few battles here in the days when Edo was only a provincial estate. That was four or five hundred years ago. I've heard that Minamoto no Yoritomo came up here from Izu to organize troops in the twelfth century. When the Imperial Court was divided—when was that, fourteenth century?—Lord Nitta of Musashi was defeated by the Ashikagas somewhere in the neighborhood. Just in the last couple of centuries, Ōta Dōkan and other local generals are said to have fought many battles not far up the river.\"\n\nWhile they were talking, Jūrō and Koroku went on ahead to make a place for them to sit on the veranda of the temple.\n\nThe Sensōji turned out to be a terrible disappointment to Osugi. In her eyes it was nothing more than a large, run-down house, the priest's residence a mere shack. \"Is this it?\" she wanted to know, with more than a hint of deprecation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"After all I've heard about the Sensōji... \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The setting was a splendidly primeval forest of large, ancient trees, but not only did the Kanzeon hall look shabby; when the river flooded, the water came through the woods right up to the veranda. Even at other times, small tributaries washed over the grounds.\n\n\"Welcome. Good to see you again.\"\n\nGlancing up in surprise, Osugi saw a priest kneeling on the roof.\n\n\"Working on the roof?\" asked Yajibei amiably.\n\n\"Have to, because of the birds. The oftener I mend it, the oftener they steal the thatch to make nests with. There's always a leak somewhere. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be down shortly.\"\n\nYajibei and Osugi picked up votive candles and went into the dim interior. \"No wonder it leaks,\" she thought, looking at the starlike holes above her.\n\nKneeling beside Yajibei, she took out her prayer beads and with a dreamy look in her eye chanted the Vow of Kanzeon from the Lotus Sutra.\n\nYou will reside in the air like the sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if you are pursued by evil men" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And pushed off the Diamond Mountain,\n\nReflect on the power of Kanzeon\n\nAnd you will not lose a hair from your head.\n\nAnd if bandits surround you\n\nAnd threaten you with swords,\n\nIf you reflect on the power of Kanzeon,\n\nThe bandits will take pity on you.\n\nAnd if the king sentences you to death\n\nAnd the sword is about to behead you,\n\nReflect on the power of Kanzeon." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'infinite' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sword will break into pieces.\n\nShe recited softly at first, but as she became oblivious to the presence of Yajibei, Jūrō and Koroku, her voice rose and grew resonant; a rapt expression came to her face.\n\nThe eighty-four thousand sentient beings\n\nBegan to aspire in their hearts\n\nFor anuttara-samyak-sambodhi,\n\nThe unsurpassed Wisdom of the Buddhas.\n\nPrayer beads trembling in her fingers, Osugi went without a break from the recitation into a personal supplication of her own.\n\nHail to Kanzeon, World-Honored One!\n\nHail to the Bodhisattva of Infinite Mercy and Infinite Compassion!\n\nLook favorably on this old woman's one wish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Let me strike Musashi down, and very soon!\n\nLet me strike him down!\n\nLet me strike him down!\n\nAbruptly lowering her voice, she bowed to the floor. \"And make Matahachi a good boy! Cause the House of Hon'iden to prosper!\"\n\nAfter the long prayer ended, there was a moment's silence before the priest invited them outside to have some tea. Yajibei and the two younger men, who had knelt in proper fashion throughout the invocation, got up rubbing their tingly legs and went out on the veranda.\n\n\"I can have some sake now, can't I?\" Jūrō asked eagerly. Permission having been granted, he hastened to the priest's house and arranged their lunch on the porch. By the time the others joined him, he was sipping sake with one hand and broiling the fish they had bought with the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who cares if there aren't any cherry blossoms?\" he remarked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'yajibei' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Feels just like a flower-viewing picnic anyway.\"\n\nYajibei handed the priest an offering, delicately wrapped in paper, and told him to use it for the roof repairs. As he did so, he happened to notice a row of wooden plaques on which were written donors' names, together with the amounts they had contributed. Nearly all were about the same as Yajibei's, some less, but one stood out conspicuously. \"Ten gold coins, Daizō of Narai, Province of Shinano.\"\n\nTurning to the priest, Yajibei remarked, somewhat diffidently, \"Perhaps it's crass of me to say so, but ten gold coins is a considerable sum. Is this Daizō of Narai as rich as all that?\"\n\n\"I really couldn't say. He appeared out of the blue one day toward the end of last year and said it was a disgrace that the most famous temple in the Kanto district was in such bad shape. He told me the money should be added to our fund for buying lumber.\"\n\n\"Sounds like an admirable sort of man.\"\n\n\"He also donated three gold coins to Yushima Shrine and no fewer than twenty to Kanda Myōjin Shrine. He wanted the latter to be kept in good condition because it enshrines the spirit of Taira no Masakado. Daizō insists that Masakado was not a rebel. He thinks he should be revered as the pioneer who opened up the eastern part of the country. You'll find there are some very unusual donors in this world.\"\n\nHardly had he finished speaking when a crowd of children came running helter-skelter toward them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What're you doing here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "shouted the priest sternly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you want to play, go down by the river. You mustn't run wild in the temple grounds.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the children swept on like a school of minnows until they reached the veranda.\n\n\"Come quick,\" cried one. \"It's awful!\"\n\n\"There's a samurai down there. He's fighting.\"\n\n\"One man against four.\"\n\n\"Real swords!\"\n\n\"Praise to Buddha, not again!\" lamented the priest as he hurriedly slipped on his sandals. Before running off, he took a moment to explain. \"Forgive me. I'll have to leave you for a while. The riverbank is a favorite place for fights. Every time I turn around, somebody's down there cutting people to pieces or beating them to a pulp. Then men from the magistrate's office come to me for a written report. I'll have to go see what it is this time.\"\n\n\"A fight?\" chorused Yajibei and his men, and off they raced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Osugi followed but was so much slower on her feet that by the time she got there the fight was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The children and some onlookers from a nearby fishing village all stood around in silence, swallowing hard and looking pale.\n\nAt first Osugi thought the silence strange, but then she, too, caught her breath, and her eyes opened wide. Across the ground flitted the shadow of a swallow. Walking toward them was a young, smug-faced samurai clad in a purplish-red warrior's cloak. Whether or not he noticed the spectators, he paid them no heed.\n\nOsugi's gaze shifted to four bodies lying in a tangle some twenty paces behind the samurai.\n\nThe victor paused. As he did so, a low gasp went up from several lips, for one of the vanquished had moved. Struggling to his feet, he cried, \"Wait! You can't run away.\"\n\nThe samurai assumed a waiting stance while the wounded man ran forward, gasping, \"This... fight's... not over yet.\"\n\nWhen he leapt weakly to the attack, the samurai retreated a step, allowing the man to stumble forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he struck. The man's head split in two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now is it over?\" he shouted viciously.\n\nNo one had even seen the Drying Pole drawn.\n\nHaving wiped off his blade, he stooped to wash his hands in the river. Though the villagers were accustomed to fights, they were astonished at the samurai's sangfroid. The last man's death had been not only instantaneous but inhumanly cruel. Not a word was uttered.\n\nThe samurai stood up and stretched. \"It's just like the Iwakuni River,\" he said. \"Reminds me of home.\" For a few moments he gazed idly at the wide stream and a flock of white-bellied swallows swooping and skimming the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he turned and walked rapidly downstream." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"Suppose I paid to use it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made straight for Yajibei's boat, but as he began untying it, Jūrō and Koroku came running out of the forest.\n\n\"Wait! What do you think you're doing?\" shouted Jūrō, who was now close enough to see the blood on the samurai's hakama and sandal thongs but took no notice of it.\n\nDropping the rope, the samurai grinned and asked, \"Can't I use the boat?\"\n\n\"Of course not,\" snapped Jūrō.\n\n\"Suppose I paid to use it?\"\n\n\"Don't talk nonsense.\" The voice brusquely refusing the samurai's request was Jūrō's, but in a sense, it was the whole brash new city of Edo speaking fearlessly through his mouth.\n\nThe samurai did not apologize, but neither did he resort to force. He turned and walked off without another word.\n\n\"Kojirō! Kojirō! Wait!\" Osugi called at the top of her lungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Kojirō saw who it was, the grimness vanished from his face and he broke into a friendly smile." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'yajibei'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why, what are you doing here? I've been wondering what happened to you.\"\n\n\"I'm here to pay my respects to Kanzeon. I came with Hangawara Yajibei and these two young men. Yajibei's letting me stay at his house in Bakurōchō.\"\n\n\"When was it I saw you last? Let's see—Mount Hiei. You said then you were going to Edo, so I thought I might run into you. I hardly expected it to be here.\" He glanced at Jūrō and Koroku, who were in a state of shock. \"You mean those two there?\"\n\n\"Oh, they're just a couple of ruffians, but their boss is a very fine man.\"\n\nYajibei was just as thunderstruck as everybody else to see his guest chatting amiably with the awesome samurai. He was on the spot in no time, bowing to Kojirō and saying, \"I'm afraid my boys spoke very rudely to you, sir. I hope you'll forgive them. We're just ready to leave. Perhaps you'd like to ride downstream with us.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and lore may appear without context - work with what's given.\n\nAuthor style: Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me make myself clear. I don't want you to go to any trouble on my account. Your hospitality, which I appreciate greatly, is quite sufficient.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. That's very considerate of you, sir,\" replied the priest.\n\n\"I'd just like to relax. That's all.\"\n\n\"By all means.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now I hope you'll forgive my rudeness,\" said the samurai, stretching out casually on his side and propping his graying head on his forearm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guest who'd just arrived at the Tokuganji was Nagaoka Sado, a high-ranking vassal of Lord Hosokawa Tadaoki of Buzen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had little time for personal matters, but he invariably came on such occasions as the anniversary of his father's death, usually staying overnight, since the temple was some twenty miles from Edo. For a man of his rank, he traveled unostentatiously, accompanied this time by only two samurai and one young personal attendant.\n\nTo get away from the Hosokawa establishment even for a short time, he had had to trump up an excuse. He rarely had the chance to do as he pleased, and now that he did, he was fully enjoying the local sake while listening to the croaking of frogs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Briefly he could forget about everything—the problems of administration and the constant need to be attuned to the nuances of daily affairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After dinner, the priest quickly cleared the dishes and left. Sado was chatting idly with his attendants, who were seated next to the wall, only their faces showing in the light of the lamp.\n\n\"I could just lie here forever and enter Nirvana, like the Buddha,\" Sado said lazily.\n\n\"Careful you don't catch cold. The night air is damp.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, leave me alone. This body's survived a few battles. It can hold its own against a sneeze or two. But just smell those ripe blossoms! Nice fragrance, isn't it?\"\n\n\"I don't smell anything.\"\n\n\"Don't you? If your sense of smell is that poor... you sure you don't have a cold yourself?\"\n\nThey were engrossed in this kind of seemingly light banter when suddenly the frogs fell silent, and a loud voice shouted, \"You devil! What're you doing here, staring into the guest room?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sado's bodyguards were on their feet instantly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\"\n\n\"Who's out there?\"\n\nAs their cautious eyes scanned the garden, the clatter of small feet receded in the direction of the kitchen.\n\nA priest looked in from the veranda, bowed and said, \"Sorry for the disturbance. It's only one of the local children. There's nothing to worry about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you sure?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, of course. He lives a couple of miles from here. His father worked as a groom, until he died recently, but his grandfather is said to have been a samurai, and every time he sees one, he stops and stares—with his finger in his mouth.\"\n\nSado sat up. \"You mustn't be too hard on him. If he wants to be a samurai, bring him in. We'll have some sweets and talk it over.\"\n\nBy now Iori had reached the kitchen. \"Hey, Granny,\" he shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've run out of millet. Fill this up for me, will you?\" The sack he thrust out to the wrinkled old woman who worked in the kitchen would have held half a bushel.\n\nShe shouted right back. \"Watch your tongue, you beggar! You talk as if we owe you something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've got a lot of nerve to begin with!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "said a priest who was washing dishes. \"The head priest took pity on you, so we're giving you food, but don't be insolent. When you're asking a favor, do it politely.\"\n\n\"I'm not begging. I gave the priest the pouch my father left me. There's money in it, plenty of money.\"\n\n\"And how much could a groom living out in the sticks leave his son?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you going to give me the millet? Yes or no?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There you go again. Just look at yourself. You're crazy, taking orders from that fool rōnin. Where did he come from anyway? Who is he? Why should he be eating your food?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None of your business.\"\n\n\"Hmph. Digging around in that barren plain where there's never going to be a field or a garden or anything else! The whole village is laughing at you.\"\n\n\"Who asked for your advice?\"\n\n\"Whatever's wrong with that rōnin's head must be catching. What do you expect to find up there—a pot of gold, like in a fairy tale? You're not even dry behind the ears, and you're already digging your own grave.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shut up and give me the millet. The millet! Now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The priest was still teasing Iori a couple of minutes later when something cold and slimy hit his face. His eyes popped, then he saw what it was—a warty toad. He screamed and lunged for Iori, but just as he collared him, another priest arrived to announce that the boy was wanted in the samurai's room.\n\nThe head priest had also heard the commotion and rushed to the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did he do something to upset our guest?\" he asked worriedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. Sado just said he'd like to talk to him. He'd like to give him some sweets too.\"\n\nThe head priest hurriedly took Iori by the hand and delivered him personally to Sado's room.\n\nAs Iori timidly sat down beside the priest, Sado asked, \"How old are you?\"\n\n\"Thirteen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you want to become a samurai?\"\n\n\"That's right,\" replied Iori, nodding vigorously.\n\n\"Well, well. Why don't you come and live with me, then? You'd have to help with the housework at the beginning, but later I'd make you one of the apprentice samurai.\"\n\nIori shook his head silently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sado, taking this for bashfulness, assured him that the offer was serious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iori, flashing an angry look, said, \"I heard you wanted to give me some sweets. Where are they?\"\n\nPaling, the head priest slapped him on the wrist.\n\n\"Don't scold him,\" Sado said reprovingly. He liked children and tended to indulge them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's right. A man should keep his word. Have the sweets brought in.\"\n\nWhen they arrived, Iori began stuffing them into his kimono.\n\nSado, a little taken aback, asked, \"Aren't you going to eat them here?\"\n\n\"No. My teacher's waiting for me at home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh? You have a teacher?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without bothering to explain himself, Iori bolted from the room and disappeared through the garden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sado thought his behavior highly amusing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not so the head priest, who bowed to the floor two or three times before going to the kitchen in pursuit of Iori.\n\n\"Where is that insolent brat?\"\n\n\"He picked up his sack of millet and left.\"\n\nThey listened for a moment but heard only a discordant screeching." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori had plucked a leaf from a tree and was trying to improvise a tune." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'songs' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "None of the few songs he knew seemed to work. The grooms' chantey was too slow, the Bon festival songs too complicated. Finally, he settled on a melody resembling the sacred dance music at the local shrine. This suited him well enough, for he liked the dances, which his father had sometimes taken him to see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "About halfway to Hōtengahara, at a point where two streams joined to make a river, he gave a sudden start." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The leaf flew from his mouth, along with a spray of saliva, and he leapt into the bamboo beside the road.\n\nStanding on a crude bridge were three or four men, engaged in a furtive conversation. \"It's them,\" Iori exclaimed softly.\n\nA remembered threat rang in his frightened ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When mothers in this region scolded their children, they were apt to say, \"If you're not good, the mountain devils will come down and get you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last time they had actually come had been in the fall of the year before last.\n\nTwenty miles or so from here, in the mountains of Hitachi, there was a shrine dedicated to a mountain deity. Centuries earlier, the people had so feared this god that the villages had taken turns making annual offerings of grain and women to him. When a community's turn came, the inhabitants had assembled their tribute and gone in a torchlight procession to the shrine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As time went on and it became evident that the god was really only a man, they became lax in making their offerings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "During the period of the civil wars, the so-called mountain god had taken to having his tribute collected by force." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every two or three years, a pack of brigands, armed with halberds, hunting spears, axes—anything to strike terror into the hearts of peaceful citizens—would descend on first one community, then the next, carrying away everything that caught their fancy, including wives and daughters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If their victims put up any resistance, the plundering was accompanied by slaughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their last raid still vivid in his memory, Iori cringed in the underbrush. A group of five shadows came running across the field to the bridge. Then, through the night mist, another small band, and still another, until the bandits numbered between forty and fifty.\n\nIori held his breath and stared while they debated a course of action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They soon reached a decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their leader issued a command and pointed toward the village." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men rushed off like a swarm of locusts.\n\nBefore long, the mist was rent by a great cacophony—birds, cattle, horses, the wailing of people young and old.\n\nIori quickly made up his mind to get help from the samurai at the Tokuganji, but the minute he left the shelter of the bamboo, a shout came from the bridge: \"Who's there?\" He had not seen the two men left behind to stand guard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swallowing hard, he ran for all he was worth, but his short legs were no match for those of grown men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where do you think you're going?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "shouted the man who got hold of him first.\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\nInstead of crying like a baby, which might have thrown the men off guard, Iori scratched and fought against the brawny arms imprisoning him. \"He saw all of us together. He was going to tell somebody.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's beat him up and dump him in a rice field.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got a better idea.\"\n\nThey carried Iori to the river, threw him down the bank and jumping down after him, tied him to one of the bridge posts.\n\n\"There, that takes care of him.\" The two ruffians climbed back up to their station on the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temple bell tolled in the distance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori watched horrified as the flames rising from the village dyed the river a bloody red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of babies crying and women wailing came closer and closer. Then wheels rumbled onto the bridge. Half a dozen of the bandits were leading oxcarts and horses loaded with loot.\n\n\"Filthy scum!\" screamed a masculine voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give me back my wife!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scuffle on the bridge was brief but fierce. Men shouted, metal clanged, a shriek went up, and a bloody corpse landed at Iori's feet. A second body splashed into the river, spraying his face with blood and water. One by one farmers fell from the bridge, six of them in all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bodies rose to the surface and floated slowly downstream, but one man, not quite dead, grasped at the reeds and clawed the earth until he had pulled himself halfway out of the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You!\" cried Iori." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Untie this rope. I'll go for help. I'll see that you get your revenge.\" Then his voice rose to a bellow. \"Come on. Untie me. I've got to save the village.\"\n\nThe man lay motionless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Straining at his bonds with all his might, Iori finally loosened them enough to squirm down and kick the man in the shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The face that turned toward his was blotched with mud and gore, the eyes dull and uncomprehending." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man crawled painfully closer; with his last ounce of strength, he undid the knots. As the rope fell loose, he collapsed and died.\n\nIori looked cautiously up at the bridge and bit his lip. There were more bodies up there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But luck was with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cartwheel had broken through a rotten plank. The thieves, hurrying to pull it out, didn't notice his escape.\n\nRealizing he couldn't make it to the temple, Iori tiptoed along in the shadows until he reached a place shallow enough to cross. When he gained the other bank, he was on the edge of Hōtengahara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He covered the remaining mile to the cabin as though lightning was nipping at his heels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he neared the knoll where the cabin stood, he saw that Musashi was standing outside, looking at the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come quick!\" he shouted.\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"We have to go to the village.\"\n\n\"Is that where the fire is?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. The mountain devils have come again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Devils?... Bandits?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, at least forty of them. Please hurry. We have to rescue the villagers.\" Musashi ducked into the cabin and emerged with his swords. While he was tying his sandals, Iori said, \"Follow me. I'll show you the way.\"\n\n\"No. You stay here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iori couldn't believe his ears.\n\n\"It's too dangerous.\"\n\n\"I'm not scared.\"\n\n\"You'd be in the way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't even know the shortest way there!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The fire's all the guide I need. Now just be a good boy and stay right here.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\" Iori nodded obediently, but with deep misgivings. He turned his head toward the village and watched somberly as Musashi streaked off in the direction of the red glow.\n\nThe bandits had tied their female captives, moaning and screaming, in a row and were pulling them mercilessly toward the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop your squawking!\" shouted one bandit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You act like you don't know how to walk. Move!\"\n\nWhen the women held back, the ruffians lashed them with whips. One woman fell, dragging down others. Seizing the rope and forcing them back on their feet, one man snarled, \"Stubborn bitches! What have you got to groan about? Stay here and you work like slaves the rest of your lives, all for a bit of millet. Look at you, nothing but skin and bones! You'll be a lot better off having fun with us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Picking one of the healthier-looking animals, which were all heavily loaded with booty, they tied the rope to it and gave it a sharp slap on the rump." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slack in the rope was snapped up suddenly and fresh shrieks rent the air as the women were yanked forward again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those who fell were dragged along, with their faces scraping the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop!\" screamed one. \"My arms're coming off!\"\n\nA wave of raucous laughter swept through the brigands.\n\nAt that moment, horse and women came to a dead halt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's going on?... Somebody's up ahead!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All eyes strained to see.\n\n\"Who's there?\" roared one bandit.\n\nThe silent shadow walking toward them carried a white blade. The bandits, trained to be sensitive to odors, instantly recognized the one they smelled now—blood, dripping from the sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the men in front fell back clumsily, Musashi sized up the enemy force. He counted twelve men, all hard-muscled and brutish-looking. Recovering from the initial shock, they readied their weapons and took defensive stances. One ran forward with an ax." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another, carrying a hunter's spear, approached diagonally, keeping his body low and aiming at Musashi's ribs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man with the ax was the first to go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A-w-w-k!\" Sounding as though he'd bitten his own tongue off, he weaved crazily and collapsed in a heap.\n\n\"Don't you know me?\" Musashi's voice rang out sharply. \"I am the protector of the people, a messenger from the god who watches over this village.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the same breath, he seized the spear pointed at him, wrested it from its owner's hands and threw it violently to the ground." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'after' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moving swiftly into the band of ruffians, he was kept busy countering thrusts from all sides. But after the first surge, made while they still fought with confidence, he had a good idea of what lay ahead. It was a matter not of numbers but of the opposition's cohesiveness and self-control.\n\nSeeing one man after another turned into a blood-spurting missile, the bandits were soon falling back to ever greater distances, until finally they panicked and lost all semblance of organization." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi was learning even as he fought, acquiring experience that would lead him to specific methods to be used by a smaller force against a larger one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was a valuable lesson and couldn't be learned in a fight with a single enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His two swords were in their scabbards. For years, he'd practiced to master the art of seizing his opponent's weapon and turning it against him. Now he'd put study into practice, taking the sword away from the first man he'd encountered. His reason wasn't that his own sword, which he thought of as his soul, was too pure to be sullied by the blood of common brigands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was being practical; against such a motley array of weapons, a blade might get chipped, or even broken.\n\nWhen the five or six survivors fled toward the village, Musashi took a minute or two to relax and catch his breath, fully expecting them to return with reinforcements. Then he freed the women and ordered those who could stand to take care of the others.\n\nAfter some words of comfort and encouragement, he told them it was up to them to save their parents and children and husbands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'd be miserable if you survived and they perished, wouldn't you?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a murmur of agreement.\n\n\"You yourselves have the strength to protect yourselves and save the others. But you don't know how to use that strength. That's why you're at the mercy of outlaws. We're going to change that. I'm going to help you by showing you how to use the power you have. The first thing to do is arm yourselves.\"\n\nHe had them collect the weapons lying about and distributed one to each of the women.\n\n\"Now follow me and do just as I say. You mustn't be afraid. Try to believe that the god of this district is on your side.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he led the women toward the burning village, other victims emerged from the shadows and joined them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon the group had grown into a small army of nearly a hundred people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Women tearfully hugged loved ones: daughters were reunited with parents, wives with husbands, mothers with children.\n\nAt first, as the women described how Musashi had dealt with the bandits, the men listened with shocked expressions on their faces, not believing that this could be the idiot rōnin of Hōtengahara. When they did accept it, their gratitude was obvious, despite the barrier imposed by their dialect.\n\nTurning to the men, Musashi told them to find weapons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything'll do, even a good, heavy stick or a length of fresh bamboo.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one disobeyed, or even questioned his orders.\n\nMusashi asked, \"How many bandits are there in all?\"\n\n\"About fifty.\"\n\n\"How many houses in the village?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seventy.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'would' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi calculated that there was probably a total of seven or eight hundred people. Even allowing for old people and children, the brigands would still be outnumbered by as much as ten to one.\n\nHe smiled grimly at the thought that these peaceful villagers had believed they had no recourse but to throw up their hands in despair. He knew that if something was not done, the atrocity would be repeated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight he wanted to accomplish two things: show the villagers how to protect themselves and see that the brigands were banished forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir,\" cried a man who had just come from the village. \"They're on their way here.\"\n\nThough the villagers were armed now, the news made them uneasy. They showed signs of breaking and running." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To restore confidence, Musashi said loudly, \"There's nothing to be alarmed about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was expecting this. I want you to hide on both sides of the road, but first listen to my instructions.\" He talked rapidly but calmly, briefly repeating points for emphasis. \"When they get here, I'll let them attack me. Then I'll pretend to run away. They'll follow me. You—all of you— stay where you are." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I won't need any help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"After a time, they'll come back. When they do, attack. Make lots of noise; take them by surprise. Strike at their sides, legs, chests—any area that's unguarded. When you've taken care of the first bunch, hide again and wait for the next one. Keep doing this until they're all dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He barely had time to finish and the peasants to disperse before the marauders appeared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From their dress and lack of coordination, Musashi guessed that theirs was a primitive fighting force, of a sort that might have been common long ago, when men hunted and fished for sustenance. The name Tokugawa meant nothing to them, no more than did Toyotomi. The mountains were their tribal home; the villagers existed to provide them with food and supplies.\n\n\"Stop!\" ordered the man at the head of the pack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were about twenty of them, some with crude swords, some with lances, one with a battle-ax, another with a rusty spear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Silhouetted against the glow of the fire, their bodies looked like demonic, jet-black shadows.\n\n\"Is he the one?\"\n\n\"Yeah, that's him, all right.\"\n\nSome sixty feet ahead of them, Musashi stood his ground, blocking the road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Disconcerted, they began to doubt their own strength, and for a short time none of them moved.\n\nBut only for a moment. Then Musashi's blazing eyes started to pull them inexorably toward him.\n\n\"You the son of a bitch trying to get in our way?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right!\" roared Musashi, raising his sword and tearing into them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a loud reverberation, followed by a whirlwind fray in which it was impossible to make out individual movements. It was like a spinning swarm of winged ants.\n\nThe rice fields on one side of the road and the embankment lined with trees and bushes on the other were ideal for Musashi, since they provided a measure of cover, but after the first skirmish, he executed a strategic withdrawal.\n\n\"See that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The bastard's running away!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After him!\"\n\nThey pursued him to a far corner of the nearest field, where he turned and faced them. With nothing behind him, his position seemed worse, but he kept his opponents at bay by moving swiftly to right and left. Then the moment one of them made a false move, Musashi struck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His dark form seemed to flit from place to place, a geyser of blood rising before him each time he paused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bandits who were not killed were soon too dazed to fight, while Musashi grew sharper with every strike. It was a different sort of battle from the one at Ichijōji. He did not have the feeling of standing on the border between life and death, but he had reached a plane of selflessness, body and sword performing without the need of conscious thought. His attackers fled in complete disarray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A whisper went along the line of villagers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're coming.\" Then a group of them jumped out of hiding and fell upon the first two or three bandits, killing them almost effortlessly. The farmers melted into the darkness again, and the process was repeated until all the bandits had been ambushed and slain.\n\nCounting the corpses bolstered the villagers' confidence.\n\n\"They're not so strong after all,\" gloated one man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait! Here comes another one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get him!\"\n\n\"No, don't attack. It's the rōnin.\"\n\nWith a minimum of confusion, they lined up along the road like soldiers being reviewed by their general. All eyes were fixed on Musashi's bloody clothing and dripping sword, whose blade was chipped in a dozen places." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He threw it away and picked up a lance." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'weapons' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our work's not done,\" he said. \"Get yourselves some weapons and follow me. By combining your strength, you can drive the marauders out of the village and rescue your families.\"\n\nNot one man hesitated. The women and children also found weapons and followed along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The damage to the village was not as extensive as they had feared, because the dwellings were set well apart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the terrified farm animals were raising a great ruckus, and somewhere a baby was crying its lungs out. Loud popping noises came from the roadside, where the fire had spread to a grove of green bamboo.\n\nThe bandits were nowhere in sight.\n\n\"Where are they?\" asked Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I seem to smell sake. Where would there be a lot of sake in one place?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The villagers were so absorbed in gaping at the fires that nobody had noticed the smell, but one of them said, \"Must be the village headman's house. He's got barrels of sake.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then that's where we'll find them,\" said Musashi.\n\nAs they advanced, more men came out of hiding and joined their ranks. Musashi was gratified by the growing spirit of unity.\n\n\"That's it, there,\" said one man, pointing out a large house surrounded by an earthen wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While the peasants were getting themselves organized, Musashi scaled the wall and invaded the bandits' stronghold." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'leader' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The leader and his chief lieutenants were ensconced in a large dirt-floored room, swilling sake and forcing their attentions on young girls they were holding captive.\n\n\"Don't get excited!\" the leader shouted angrily in a rough, mountain dialect. \"He's only one man. I shouldn't have to do anything myself. The rest of you take care of him.\" He was upbraiding an underling who had rushed in with the news of the defeat outside the village." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As their chief fell silent, the others became aware of the hum of angry voices beyond the wall and stirred uneasily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dropping half-eaten chickens and sake cups, they jumped to their feet and instinctively reached for their weapons. Then they stood there, staring at the entrance to the room.\n\nMusashi, using his lance as a pole, vaulted through a high side window, landing directly behind the chief. The man whirled around, only to be impaled on the lance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Letting out a fearsome \"A-w-r-g,\" he grabbed with both hands the lance lodged in his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi calmly let go of the lance, and the man toppled face down on the ground, the blade and most of the shaft projecting from his back.\n\nThe second man to attack Musashi was relieved of his sword. Musashi sliced him through, brought the blade down on the head of a third man, and thrust it into the chest of a fourth. The others made helter-skelter for the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi hurled the sword at them and in a continuation of the same motion extricated the lance from the chief's body.\n\n\"Don't move!\" he bellowed. He charged with the lance held horizontally, parting the bandits like water struck with a pole. This gave him enough room to make effective use of the long weapon, which he now swung with a deftness that tested the very resiliency of its black oak shaft, striking sideways, slicing downward, thrusting viciously forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bandits attempting to get out the gate found their way blocked by the armed villagers. Some climbed the wall. When they hit the ground, most were slaughtered on the spot. Of the few who succeeded in escaping, nearly all received crippling wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a time the air was filled with shouts of triumph from young and old, male and female, and as the first flush of victory subsided, man and wife, parents and children, hugged each other and shed tears of joy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the midst of this ecstatic scene, someone asked, \"What if they come back?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a moment of sudden, anxious stillness.\n\n\"They won't be back,\" Musashi said firmly. \"Not to this village. But don't be overconfident. Your business is using plows, not swords. If you grow too proud of your fighting ability, the punishment heaven will mete out to you will be worse than any raid by mountain devils.\"\n\n\"Did you find out what happened?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nagaoka Sado asked his two samurai when they got back to the Tokuganji." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the distance, across field and swamp, he could see that the light of the fires in the village was fading.\n\n\"Everything's quieted down now.\"\n\n\"Did you chase the bandits away? How much damage was done in the village?\"\n\n\"The villagers killed all but a few of them before we got there. The others got away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, that's odd.\" He looked surprised, for if this was true, he had some thinking to do about the way of governing in his own lord's district." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On leaving the temple the following day, he directed his horse toward the village, saying, \"It's out of the way, but let's have a look.\"\n\nA priest came along to show them the way, and while they rode, Sado observed, \"Those bodies along the roadside don't look to me as though they were cut down by farmers,\" and asked his samurai for more details.\n\nThe villagers, forgoing sleep, were hard at work, burying corpses and cleaning up debris from the conflagration. But when they saw Sado and the samurai, they ran inside their houses and hid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get one of the villagers to come here, and let's find out exactly what happened,\" he said to the priest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man who came back with the priest gave them a fairly detailed account of the night's events.\n\n\"Now it begins to make sense,\" Sado said, nodding. \"What's this rōnin's name?\"\n\nThe peasant, never having heard Musashi's name, cocked his head to one side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Sado insisted on knowing it, the priest asked about for a time and came up with the required information." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Find a natural way to mention that Is he the man the boy spoke of as his teacher?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Miyamoto Musashi?\" Sado said thoughtfully. \"Is he the man the boy spoke of as his teacher?\"\n\n\"That's right. From the way he's been trying to develop a piece of waste land on Hōtengahara, the villagers thought he was a little soft in the head.\"\n\n\"I'd like to meet him,\" said Sado, but then he remembered the work waiting for him in Edo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Never mind; I'll talk to him the next time I come out here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned his horse around and left the peasant standing by the road." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'musashi' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few minutes later, he reined up in front of the village headman's gate. There, written in shiny ink on a fresh board, hung a sign: \"Reminder for the People of the Village: Your plow is your sword. Your sword is your plow. Working in the fields, don't forget the invasion. Thinking of the invasion, don't forget your fields. All things must be balanced and integrated. Most important, do not oppose the Way of successive generations.\"\n\n\"Hmm. Who wrote this?\"\n\nThe headman had finally come out and was now bowing on the ground before Sado. \"Musashi,\" he answered.\n\nTurning to the priest, Sado said, \"Thank you for bringing us here. It's too bad I couldn't meet this Musashi, but just now I don't have the time. I'll be back this way before long.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ur a writing helper. partner writes, u do next one sentence. might have existing chars/stuff - roll with it" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What're you doing, Granny, practicing your handwriting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jūrō the Reed Mat's expression was ambiguous; it might have been admiration, or simply shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, it's you,\" said Osugi with a trace of annoyance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sitting down beside her, Jūrō mumbled, \"Copying a Buddhist sutra, are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This elicited no reply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aren't you old enough so you don't have to practice your writing anymore? Or are you thinking of becoming a calligraphy teacher in the next world?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be quiet. To copy the holy scriptures, one has to achieve a state of selflessness. Solitude is best for that. Why don't you go away?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After I hurried home just to tell you what happened to me today?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It can wait.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When will you be finished?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to put the spirit of the Buddha's enlightenment into each character I write. It takes me three days to make one copy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've got a lot of patience.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three days is nothing. This summer I'm going to make dozens of copies. I've made a vow to make a thousand before I die. I'll leave them to people who don't have proper love for their parents.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A thousand copies? That's a lot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's my sacred vow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I'm not very proud of it, but I guess I've been disrespectful to my parents, like the rest of these louts around here. They forgot about them a long time ago. The only one who cares for his mother and father is the boss.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a sad world we live in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ha, ha. If it upsets you that much, you must have a good-for-nothing son too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry to say, mine has caused me a lot of grief. That's why I took the vow. This is the Sutra on the Great Love of Parents. Everyone who doesn't treat his mother or father right should be forced to read it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're really giving a copy of whatever-you-call-it to a thousand people?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They say that by planting one seed of enlightenment you can convert a hundred people, and if one sprout of enlightenment grows in a hundred hearts, ten million souls can be saved.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laying down her brush, she took a finished copy and handed it to Jūrō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here, you can have this. See that you read it when you have time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked so pious Jūrō nearly burst out laughing, but he managed to contain himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Overcoming his urge to stuff it into his kimono like so much tissue paper, he lifted it respectfully to his forehead and placed it on his lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Say, Granny, you sure you wouldn't like to know what happened today? Maybe your faith in the Buddha gets results. I ran into somebody pretty special.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who might that be?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miyamoto Musashi. I saw him down at the Sumida River, getting off the ferry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You saw Musashi? Why didn't you say so!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pushed the writing table away with a grunt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you sure? Where is he now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There, now, take it easy. Your old Jūrō doesn't do things halfway. After I found out who he was, I followed him without him knowing it. He went to an inn in Bakurōchō.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's staying near here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it's not all that close.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It may not seem that way to you, but it does to me. I've been all over the country looking for him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Springing to her feet, she went to her clothes cabinet and took out the short sword that had been in her family for generations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take me there,\" she ordered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought you had a lot of patience, but... Why do you have to go now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm always ready to meet Musashi, even on a moment's notice. If I get killed, you can send my body back to my family in Mimasaka.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Couldn't you wait until the boss comes home? If we go off like this, all I'll get for finding Musashi is a bawling out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But there's no telling when Musashi might go somewhere else.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry about that. I sent a man to keep an eye on the place.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you guarantee Musashi won't get away?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What? I do you a favor, and you want to tie me up with obligations! Oh, all right. I guarantee it. Absolutely. Look, Granny, now's the time when you should be taking it easy, sitting down copying sutras or something like that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where is Yajibei?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's on a trip to Chichibu with his religious group. I don't know exactly when he'll be back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't afford to wait.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that's the way it is, why don't we get Sasaki Kojirō to come over? You can talk to him about it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next morning, after contacting his spy, Jūrō informed Osugi that Musashi had moved from the inn to the house of a sword polisher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See? I told you,\" declared Osugi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't expect him to sit still in one place forever. The next thing you know, he'll be gone again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was seated at her writing table but hadn't written a word all morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi hasn't got wings,\" Jūrō assured her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just be calm. Koroku's going to see Kojirō today.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Today? Didn't you send somebody last night? Tell me where he lives. I'll go myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She started getting ready to go out, but Jūrō suddenly disappeared and she had to ask a couple of the other henchmen for directions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having seldom left the house during her more than two years in Edo, she was quite unfamiliar with the city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kojirō's living with Iwama Kakubei,\" she was told." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kakubei's a vassal of the Hosokawas, but his own house is on the Takanawa highroad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's about halfway up Isarago Hill. Anybody can tell you where that is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you have any difficulty, ask for Tsukinomisaki. That's another name for Isarago Hill.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The house is easy to recognize, because the gate is painted bright red. It's the only place around there with a red gate.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right, I understand,\" said Osugi impatiently, resenting the implication that she was senile, or stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It doesn't sound difficult, so I'll just be on my way. Take care of things while I'm out. Be careful about fire. We don't want the place to burn down while Yajibei's away.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having put on her zōri, she checked to make sure her short sword was at her side, took a firm grip on her staff and marched off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A few minutes later, Jūrō reappeared and asked where she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She asked us how to get to Kakubei's house and went out by herself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, well, what can you do with a pigheaded old woman?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he shouted in the direction of the men's quarters, \"Koroku!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Acolyte abandoned his gambling and answered the summons posthaste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were going to see Kojirō last night, then you put it off. Now look what's happened. The old woman's gone by herself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When the boss gets back, she'll blab to him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're right. And with that tongue of hers, she'll make us look real bad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. If she could only walk as well as she talks, but she's thin as a grasshopper. If she gets run into by a horse, that'll be the end of her. I hate to ask you, but you better go after her and see she gets there in one piece.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Koroku ran off, and Jūrō, ruminating on the absurdity of it all, appropriated a corner of the young men's room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a big room, perhaps thirty by forty feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The floor was covered with thin, finely woven matting, and a wide variety of swords and other weapons were lying about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hanging from nails were hand towels, kimono, underwear, fire hats and other items of the sort a band of ne'er-do-wells might require." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were two incongruous articles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One was a woman's kimono, in bright colors with a red silk lining; the other was the gold-lacquered mirror stand over which it was suspended." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had been placed there on the instructions of Kojirō, who explained to Yajibei, somewhat mysteriously, that if a group of men lived together in one room with no feminine touch, they were apt to get out of hand and fight each other, rather than save their energies for meaningful battles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're cheating, you son of a bitch!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's cheating? You're nuts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jūrō cast a disdainful look at the gamblers and lay down with his legs crossed comfortably." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With all the rumpus going on, sleep was out of the question, but he wasn't going to demean himself by joining one of the card or dice games." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No competition, as he saw it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he closed his eyes, he heard a dejected voice say, \"It's no good today—no luck at all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The loser, with the sad eyes of the utterly defeated, dropped a pillow on the floor and stretched out beside Jūrō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were joined by another, then another and another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's this?\" asked one of them, reaching out for the sheet of paper that had fallen from Jūrō's kimono." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I'll be—it's a sutra. Now, what would a mean cuss like you be carrying a sutra for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jūrō opened one sleepy eye and said lazily, \"Oh, that? It's something the old woman copied. She said she'd sworn to make a thousand of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me see it,\" said another man, making a grab for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you know? It's written out nice and clear. Why, anybody could read it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does that mean you think you can read it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. It's child's play.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right then, let's hear some of it. Put a nice tune to it. Chant it like a priest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you joking? It's not a popular song.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What difference does that make? A long time ago they used to sing sutras. That's how Buddhist hymns got started. You know a hymn when you hear one, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can't chant these words to the tune of a hymn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, use any tune you like.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sing, Jūrō.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Encouraged by the enthusiasm of the others, Jūrō, still lying on his back, opened the sutra above his face and began:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Sutra on the Great Love of Parents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus have I heard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once when the Buddha was on the Sacred Vulture Peak In the City of Royal Palaces," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Preaching to bodhisattvas and disciples," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There gathered a multitude of monks and nuns and lay believers, both male and female," }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the people of all the heavens, dragon gods and demons, To hear the Sacred Law." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Around the jeweled throne they gathered" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And gazed, with unwavering eyes," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the holy face—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's all that mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When it says 'nuns,' does it mean the girls we call nuns? You know, I heard some of the nuns from Yoshiwara have started powdering their faces gray and will give it to you for less than in the whorehouses—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Quiet!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this time the Buddha" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Preached the Law as follows:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'All ye good men and good women," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Acknowledge your debt for your father's compassion," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Acknowledge your debt for your mother's mercy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the life of a human being in this world" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Has karma as its basic cause," }, { "from": "human", "value": "But parents as its immediate means of origin.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just talking about being good to your mama and daddy. You've already heard it a million times.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shh!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sing some more. We'll be quiet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without a father, the child is not born." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without a mother, the child is not nourished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The spirit comes from the father's seed;" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The body grows within the mother's womb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jūrō paused to rearrange himself and pick his nose, then resumed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because of these relationships," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The concern of a mother for her child" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Is without comparison in this world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noticing how silent the others were, Jūrō asked, \"Are you listening?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. Go on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the time when she receives the child in her womb," }, { "from": "human", "value": "During the passage of nine months," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Going, coming, sitting, sleeping," }, { "from": "human", "value": "She is visited by suffering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ceases to have her customary love for food or drink or clothing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And worries solely about a safe delivery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm tired,\" complained Jūrō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's enough, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. Keep singing. We're listening.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The months are full, and the days sufficient." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the time of birth, the winds of karma hasten it on," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her bones are racked with pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The father, too, trembles and is afraid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Relatives and servants worry and are distressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the child is born and dropped upon the grass," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boundless joy of the father and mother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Match that of a penurious woman" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who has found the omnipotent magic jewel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the child utters its first sounds," }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mother feels that she herself is born anew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her chest becomes the child's place of rest;" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her knees, its playground," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her breasts, its source of food." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her love, its very life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without its mother, the child cannot dress or undress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though the mother hungers," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She takes the food from her own mouth and gives it to her child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without the mother, the child cannot be nourished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's the matter? Why'd you stop?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait a minute, will you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will you look at that? He's crying like a baby.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aw, shut up!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had all begun as an idle way to pass the time, almost a joke, but the meaning of the words of the sutra was sinking in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three or four others besides the reader had unsmiling faces, their eyes a faraway look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mother goes to the neighboring village to work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She draws water, builds the fire," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pounds the grain, makes the flour." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At night when she returns," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before she reaches the house," }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hears the baby's crying" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And is filled with love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her chest heaves, her heart cries out," }, { "from": "human", "value": "The milk flows forth, she cannot bear it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She runs to the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The baby, seeing its mother approach from afar," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Works its brain, shakes its head," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And wails for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She bends her body," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takes the child's two hands," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Places her lips upon its lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There is no greater love than this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the child is two," }, { "from": "human", "value": "He leaves the mother's breast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But without his father, he would not know that fire can burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without his mother, he would not know that a knife can cut off fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he is three, he is weaned and learns to eat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without his father, he would not know that poison can kill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without his mother, he would not know that medicine cures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the parents go to other houses" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And are presented with marvelous delicacies," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They do not eat but put the food in their pockets" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And take it home for the child, to make him rejoice..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You blubbering again?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't help it. I just remembered something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Cut it out. You'll have me doing it too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sentimentality with regard to parents was strictly taboo among these denizens of society's outer edge, for to express filial affection was to invite charges of weakness, effeminacy or worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it would have done Osugi's aging heart good to see them now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sutra reading, possibly because of the simplicity of the language, had reached the core of their being." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that all? Isn't there any more?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's lots more.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait a minute, will you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jūrō stood up, blew his nose loudly and sat down to intone the rest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The child grows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The father brings cloth to clothe him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mother combs his locks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The parents give every beautiful thing they possess to him," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keeping for themselves only that which is old and worn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The child takes a bride" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And brings this stranger into the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The parents become more distant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The new husband and wife are intimate with each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They stay in their own room, talking happily with each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's the way it works, all right,\" broke in a voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The parents grow old." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their spirits weaken, their strength diminishes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They have only the child to depend on," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only his wife to do things for them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the child no longer comes to them," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Neither at night nor in the daytime." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their room is cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is no more pleasant talk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They are like lonely guests at an inn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A crisis arises, and they call their child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nine times in ten, he comes not," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor does he serve them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He grows angry and reviles them," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saying it would be better to die" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Than to linger on unwanted in this world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The parents listen, and their hearts are filled with rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Weeping, they say, \"When you were young," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without us, you would not have been born," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without us, you could not have grown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ah! How we—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jurō broke off abruptly and threw the text aside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I... I can't. Somebody else read it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But there was no one to take his place." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lying on their backs, sprawled out on their bellies, sitting with their legs crossed and their heads drooping between their knees, they were as tearful as lost children.\n\nInto the middle of this unlikely scene walked Sasaki Kojirō." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "12 sentences sentences in Eiji Yoshikawa style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ SUN AND MOON ]\n\n[ A Chat with the Men ]\n\nBefore having breakfast, Lord Hosokawa Tadatoshi began his day with the study of the Confucian classics. Official duties, which often required his attendance at Edo Castle, consumed most of his time, but when he could fit it into his schedule, he practiced the martial arts. Evenings, whenever possible, he liked to spend in the company of the young samurai in his service.\n\nThe atmosphere was rather like that of a harmonious family seated around its patriarch, not completely informal, to be sure, for the idea that his lordship was just one of the boys was not encouraged, but the usually rigorous etiquette was relaxed a bit. Tadatoshi, lounging in a lightweight hemp kimono, encouraged an exchange of views, which often included the latest gossip.\n\n\"Okatani,\" said his lordship, singling out one of the more robust men.\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"I hear you're pretty good with the lance now.\"\n\n\"That's right. Very good, in fact.\"\n\n\"Ha, ha. You certainly don't suffer from false modesty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, sir, with everybody else saying so, why should I deny it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One of these days I'll find out for myself how advanced your technique really is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've been looking forward to that day, but it never seems to come.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're lucky it doesn't.\"\n\n\"Tell me, sir, have you heard the song everybody's singing?\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"It goes like this:\n\nThere're lancers and lancers,\n\nAll sorts of lancers,\n\nBut the greatest one of all is\n\nOkatani Gorōji—\n\nTadatoshi laughed. \"You can't take me in that easily. That song's about Nagoya Sanzō.\"\n\nThe others joined in the laughter.\n\n\"Oh, you knew?\"\n\n\"You'd be surprised at what I know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was on the verge of giving further evidence of this but thought better of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He enjoyed hearing what his men were thinking and talking about and considered it his duty to keep himself well informed, but it would hardly do to reveal just how much he actually knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead he asked, \"How many of you are specializing in the lance, how many in the sword?\"\n\nOut of seven, five were studying the lance, only two the sword.\n\n\"Why do so many of you prefer the lance?\" asked Tadatoshi.\n\nThe consensus among the lancers was that it was more effective in battle.\n\n\"And what do the swordsmen think about that?\"\n\nOne of the two replied, \"The sword is better. Swordsmanship prepares you for peace as well as for war.\"\n\nThis was a perennial subject for discussion and the debate was usually lively.\n\nOne of the lancers asserted, \"The longer the lance is, the better, provided it's not too long to handle efficiently. The lance can be used for striking, thrusting or slicing, and if you fail with it, you can always fall back on your sword. If you have only a sword and it gets broken, that's it.\"\n\n\"That may be true,\" rejoined an exponent of sword fighting, \"but a samurai's work isn't limited to the battlefield. The sword is his soul. To practice its art is to refine and discipline your spirit. In the broadest sense, the sword is the basis for all military training, whatever drawbacks it may have in battle. If you master the inner meaning of the Way of the Samurai, the discipline can be applied to the use of the lance, or even guns. If you know the sword, you don't make silly mistakes or get taken unawares. Swordsmanship is an art with universal applications.\"\n\nThe argument might have gone on indefinitely, had not Tadatoshi, who had been listening without taking sides, said, \"Mainosuke, what you just said sounds to me like something you heard somebody else say.\"\n\nMatsushita Mainosuke grew defensive. \"No, sir. That's my own opinion.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come now, be honest.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, to tell the truth, I heard something similar when I was visiting Kakubei recently. Sasaki Kojirō said about the same thing. But it fitted in so well with my own idea... I wasn't trying to deceive anyone. Sasaki just put it into words better than I could.\"\n\n\"I thought as much,\" said Tadatoshi with a knowing smile. The mention of Kojirō's name reminded him that he had not yet made a decision as to whether to accept Kakubei's recommendation.\n\nKakubei had suggested that since Kojirō was not very old, he might be offered a thousand bushels or so. But much more than the matter of the stipend was involved. Tadatoshi had been told by his father many times that it was of prime importance to first exercise good judgment in hiring samurai and then to treat them well. Before accepting a candidate, it was imperative to assess not only his skills but also his character. No matter how desirable a man might seem to be, if he could not work together with the retainers who had made the House of Hosokawa what it was today, he would be virtually useless.\n\nA fief, the elder Hosokawa had advised, was like a castle wall built of many rocks. A rock that could not be cut to fit in comfortably with the others would weaken the whole structure, even though the rock itself might be of admirable size and quality. The daimyō of the new age left the unsuitable rocks in the mountains and fields, for there was an abundance of them. The great challenge was to find one great rock that would make an outstanding contribution to one's own wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thought of in this way, Tadatoshi felt, Kojirō's youth was in his favor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was still in his formative years and consequently susceptible to a certain amount of molding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tadatoshi was also reminded of the other rōnin. Nagaoka Sado had first mentioned Musashi at one of these evening get-togethers. Though Sado had allowed Musashi to slip through his fingers, Tadatoshi had not forgotten him. If Sado's information was accurate, Musashi was both a better fighter than Kojirō and a man of sufficient breadth to be valuable in government.\n\nAs he compared the two, he had to admit that most daimyō would prefer Kojirō. He came from a good family and had studied the Art of War thoroughly. Despite his youth, he had developed a formidable style of his own, and he had gained considerable fame as a fighter. The story of his \"brilliant\" defeat of men from the Obata Academy on the banks of the Sumida River and again at the dike on the Kanda River was already well known.\n\nNothing had been heard of Musashi for some time. His victory at Ichijōji had made his reputation. But that had been years ago, and soon afterward word had spread that the story was exaggerated, that Musashi was a seeker after fame who had trumped up the fight, made a flashy attack and then fled to Mount Hiei. Every time Musashi did something praiseworthy, a spate of rumors followed, denigrating his character and ability." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had reached the point where even the mention of his name usually met with critical remarks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or else people ignored him entirely. As the son of a nameless warrior in the mountains of Mimasaka, his lineage was insignificant. Though other men of humble origin—most notably Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who came from Nakamura in Owari Province—had risen to glory in recent memory, people were on the whole class-conscious and not given to paying much heed to a man of Musashi's background.\n\nAs Tadatoshi mulled over the question, he looked around and asked, \"Do any of you know of a samurai named Miyamoto Musashi?\"\n\n\"Musashi?\" replied a surprised voice \"It'd be impossible not to hear of him. His name's all over town.\" It was evident that they were all familiar with the name.\n\n\"Why is that?\" A look of anticipation came over Tadatoshi's face.\n\n\"There are signs up about him,\" offered one young man, with a slight air of reticence.\n\nAnother man, whose name was Mori, chimed in, \"People were copying the signs, so I did too. I've got it with me now. Shall I read it?\"\n\n\"Please do.\"\n\n\"Ah, here it is,\" said Mori, unfolding a crumpled scrap of paper. \" 'Here's a word to Miyamoto Musashi, who turned tail and ran—' \"\n\nEyebrows were raised and smiles began to appear, but Tadatoshi's face was grave. \"Is that all?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" He read the rest of it and said, \"The signs were put up by a gang from the carpenters' district. People find it amusing because it's a case of street ruffians tweaking the nose of a samurai.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'musashi' (3x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tadatoshi frowned slightly, feeling that the words maligning Musashi called his own judgment into question. This was a far cry from the image he had formed of Musashi. Still, he was not ready to accept what he had heard at face value. \"Hmm,\" he murmured. \"I wonder if Musashi is really that sort of man.\"\n\n\"I gather he's a worthless lout,\" volunteered Mori, whose opinion was shared by the others. \"Or at least a coward. If he wasn't, why would he allow his name to be dragged through the mud?\"\n\nThe clock struck, and the men departed, but Tadatoshi sat on, thinking: \"There's something interesting about this man.\" Not one to be swayed by the prevailing opinion, he was curious to know Musashi's side of the story.\n\nThe next morning, after listening to a lecture on the Chinese classics, he emerged from his study onto the veranda and caught sight of Sado in the garden. \"Good morning, my elderly friend,\" he called.\n\nSado turned and politely bowed his morning greeting.\n\n\"Are you still on the lookout?\" asked Tadatoshi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Puzzled by the question, Sado merely stared back." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I mean, are you still keeping an eye out for Miyamoto Musashi?\"\n\n\"Yes, my lord.\" Sado lowered his eyes.\n\n\"If you do find him, bring him here. I want to see what he's like.\"\n\nShortly after noon on the same day, Kakubei approached Tadatoshi at the archery range and pressed his recommendation of Kojirō.\n\nAs he picked up his bow, the Young Lord said quietly, \"Sorry, I'd forgotten. Bring him any time you wish. I'd like to have a look at him. Whether he becomes a retainer or not is another matter, as you well know.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eiji Yoshikawa. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kakubei regretted having allowed himself to be used shabbily and vowed to have nothing more to do with Kojirō. Yet deep down, he liked the man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What he didn't like was being caught between his master and his protégé." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he began to rethink the matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe Kojirō's reaction proves how exceptional he is. The ordinary samurai would have jumped at the chance to be interviewed.\" The more he reflected on Kojirō's fit of pique, the more the rōnin's independent spirit appealed to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the next three days Kakubei was on night duty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did not see Kojirō until the morning of the fourth day, when he walked casually over to the young man's quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a short but awkward silence, he said, \"I want to talk to you for a minute, Kojirō. Yesterday, when I was leaving, Lord Tadatoshi asked me about you. He said he'd see you. Why don't you drop in at the archery range and have a look at the Hosokawa technique?\"\n\nWhen Kojirō grinned without replying, Kakubei added, \"I don't know why you insist on thinking it's demeaning. It's usual to interview a man before offering him an official position.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know, but supposing he rejects me, then what? I'd be a castoff, wouldn't I? I'm not so hard up that I have to go around peddling myself to the highest bidder.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then the fault is mine. I put it the wrong way. His lordship never meant to imply any such thing.\"\n\n\"Well, what answer did you give him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"None yet. But he seems a little impatient.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, ha. You've been very thoughtful, very helpful. I suppose I shouldn't put you in such a difficult position.\"\n\n\"Wouldn't you reconsider—go and call on him, just once?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right, if it means so much to you,\" Kojirō said patronizingly, but Kakubei was nonetheless pleased." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How about today?\"\n\n\"So soon?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"\n\n\"What time?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "12 sentences sentences in Eiji Yoshikawa style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the dog days after the summer rainy season, the land crabs crawled sluggishly in the parched street, and the signs taunting Musashi to \"come out and fight\" were no longer visible. The few that hadn't fallen in the rain-softened earth or been stolen for firewood were obscured by weeds and tall grass.\n\n\"There must be something somewhere,\" thought Kojirō, looking around for a place to eat. But this was Edo, not Kyoto, and the cheap rice-and-tea shops so common in the older city had not yet made their appearance here. The only likely place stood in a vacant lot, screened off with reed blinds. Smoke rose lazily from behind the blinds, and on a vertical banner was the word \"Donjiki.\" The word immediately reminded him of tonjiki, which in the distant past had meant the rice balls used as military rations.\n\nAs he approached, he heard a masculine voice ask for a cup of tea. Inside, two samurai were energetically gobbling rice, one from an ordinary rice bowl, the other from a sake bowl.\n\nKojirō seated himself on the edge of a bench across from them and asked the proprietor, \"What do you have?\"\n\n\"Rice dishes. I also have sake.\"\n\n\"On the banner it says 'Donjiki.' What does that mean?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'don't' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As a matter of fact, I don't know.\"\n\n\"Didn't you write it?\"\n\n\"No. It was written by a retired merchant who stopped in to rest.\"\n\n\"I see. Good calligraphy, I must say.\"\n\n\"He said he was on a religious pilgrimage, said he'd visited Hirakawa Tenjin Shrine, Hikawa Shrine, Kanda Myōjin, all sorts of places, making big contributions to each of them. Very pious and generous, he seemed.\"\n\n\"Do you know his name?\"\n\n\"He told me it was Daizō of Narai.\"\n\n\"I've heard the name.\"\n\n\"Donjiki—well, I don't understand it. But I figured if a fine man like him wrote it, it might help keep the god of poverty away.\" He laughed.\n\nAfter a look into several large china bowls, Kojirō took some rice and fish, poured tea over the rice, brushed a fly away with his chopsticks and began eating.\n\nOne of the other customers stood up and peered through a broken slat in the blind. \"Take a look out there, Hamada,\" he said to his companion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't that the watermelon vendor?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other man went quickly to the blind and looked out." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'samurai' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, that's him all right.\"\n\nThe vendor, shouldering a pole with baskets at either end, was walking languidly past the Donjiki. The two samurai ran out of the shop and caught up with him. Drawing their swords, they cut the ropes supporting the baskets. The vendor stumbled forward, along with the melons.\n\nHamada yanked him up by the scruff of his neck. \"Where did you take her?\" he demanded angrily. \"Don't lie. You must be hiding her somewhere.\"\n\nThe other samurai thrust the tip of his sword under the captive's nose.\n\n\"Out with it! Where is she?\"\n\nThe sword blade tapped menacingly against the man's cheek. \"How could anybody with a face like yours think of going off with somebody else's woman?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vendor, cheeks flushed with anger and fear, shook his head, but then, seeing an opening, shoved one of his captors out of the way, picked up his pole and took a swing at the other one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you want to fight, do you? Careful, Hamada, this guy's not just an ordinary melon vendor.\"\n\n\"What can this ass do?\" sneered Hamada, snatching the pole and knocking the vendor to the ground. Straddling him, he used the ropes to tie him to the pole.\n\nA cry like that of a stuck pig went up behind him. Hamada turned his face around, right into a spray of fine red mist. Looking totally dumbfounded, he jumped up, screaming, \"Who are you? What—\"\n\nThe adderlike blade moved directly toward him. Kojirō laughed, and as Hamada shrank back, followed him relentlessly. The two moved in a circle through the grass. When Hamada moved back a foot, Kojirō moved forward the same distance. When Hamada leapt to one side, the Drying Pole followed, pointing unwaveringly at its prospective victim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The melon vendor cried out in astonishment, \"Kojirō! It's me. Save me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hamada blanched with terror and gasped, \"Koο-ji-rō!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"None of this 'yes, sir' business. Look at me. It's been a long time, hasn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he wheeled around and tried to flee.\n\n\"Where do you think you're going?\" barked Kojirō. The Drying Pole flashed through the sultry stillness, lopping off Hamada's ear and lodging deep in the flesh under the shoulders. He died on the spot.\n\nKojirō promptly cut the melon vendor's bonds. Rearranging himself into a proper sitting posture, the man bowed, and stayed bowed, too embarrassed to show his face.\n\nKojirō wiped and resheathed his sword. Amusement playing faintly around his lips, he said, \"What's the matter with you, Matahachi? Don't look so miserable. You're still alive.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"None of this 'yes, sir' business. Look at me. It's been a long time, hasn't it?\"\n\n\"I'm glad you're well.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't I be? But I must say you've taken to an unusual trade.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'matahachi' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's not talk about it.\"\n\n\"All right. Pick up your melons. Then—I know, why don't you leave them at the Donjiki?\" With a loud shout, he summoned the proprietor, who helped them stack the melons behind the blinds.\n\nKojirō took out his brush and ink and wrote on one of the shoji: \"To whom it may concern: I certify that the person who killed the two men lying on this vacant lot was myself, Sasaki Kojirō, a rōnin residing at Tsukinomisaki.\"\n\nTo the proprietor, he said, \"This should fix it so no one'll bother you about the killings.\"\n\n\"Thank you, sir.\"\n\n\"Think nothing of it. If friends or relatives of the dead men should come around, please deliver this message for me. Tell them I won't run away. If they want to see me, I'm ready to greet them anytime.\"\n\nOutside again, he said to Matahachi, \"Let's go.\"\n\nMatahachi walked beside him but would not take his eyes off the ground. Not once since coming to Edo had he held a steady job. Whatever his intention—to become a shugyōsha or to go into business—when he found the going rough, he changed jobs. And after Otsū slipped away from him, he felt less and less like working." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd slept in first one place, then another, sometimes at flophouses populated by hoodlums." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The past few weeks, he had been making his living as a common peddler, trudging from one part of the castle wall to another, hawking watermelons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kojirō wasn't particularly interested in what Matahachi had been doing, but he had written the sign at the Donjiki and he might later be questioned about the incident." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did those samurai have it in for you?\" he asked.\n\n\"To tell the truth, it had to do with a woman... \"\n\nKojirō smiled, thinking wherever Matahachi went, there soon arose some difficulty connected with women. Perhaps this was his karma. \"Mm,\" he mumbled. \"The great lover in action again, eh?\" Then, more loudly, \"Who is the woman, and what exactly happened?\"\n\nIt took some prodding, but eventually Matahachi gave in and told his tale, or part of it. Near the moat, there were dozens of tiny tea shops catering to construction workers and passersby. In one of these there had been a waitress who caught everybody's eyes, enticing men who did not want tea to step in for a cup and men who were not hungry to order bowls of sweet jelly. One regular customer had been Hamada; Matahachi, too, dropped in occasionally.\n\nOne day this waitress whispered to him that she needed his help. \"That rōnin,\" she had said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't like him, but every night after the shop closes, the master orders me to go home with him. Won't you let me come and hide in your house? I won't be a burden. I'll cook for you, and mend your clothes.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"Is there anything wrong with that?\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since her plea seemed reasonable, Matahachi had agreed. That was all there was to it, he insisted.\n\nKojirō was unconvinced. \"It sounds fishy to me.\"\n\n\"Why?\" Matahachi asked.\n\nKojirō could not decide whether Matahachi was trying to make himself appear innocent or whether he was bragging about an amorous conquest. Without even smiling, he said, \"Never mind. It's hot out here under the sun. Let's go to your house, and you can tell me about it in more detail.\"\n\nMatahachi stopped in his tracks.\n\n\"Is there anything wrong with that?\" asked Kojirō.\n\n\"Well, my place is—it's not the sort of place I'd want to take you to.\"\n\nSeeing the distressed look in Matahachi's eyes, Kojirō said lightly, \"Never mind. But one of these days soon you must come to see me. I'm staying with Iwama Kakubei, about halfway up Isarago Hill.\"\n\n\"I'd like that.\"\n\n\"By the way, did you see the signs posted around the city recently, the ones addressed to Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They said your mother was looking for him too. Why don't you go to see her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not the way I am now!\"\n\n\"Idiot. You don't have to put on a great show for your own mother. There's no way of knowing just when she might find Musashi, and if you're not there at the time, you'll lose the chance of a lifetime. You'd regret that, wouldn't you?\"\n\n\"Yes, I'll have to do something about that soon,\" Matahachi said noncommittally, thinking resentfully that other people, including the man who had just saved his life, did not understand the feelings between mothers and their offspring.\n\nThey parted, Matahachi ambling down a grassy lane, Kojirō ostensibly setting out in the opposite direction. Kojirō soon doubled back and followed Matahachi, taking care to stay out of sight.\n\nMatahachi arrived presently at a motley collection of \"long houses,\" one-story tenements, each containing three or four small apartments under a single roof. Since Edo had grown rapidly and not everybody could be choosy about where he lived, people cleared land as the necessity arose. Streets came into existence afterward, developing naturally from pathways. Drainage, too, came about by accident, as waste water cut its own path to the nearest stream. Had it not been for these jerry-built slums, the influx of newcomers could not have been absorbed. The majority of the inhabitants of such places were, of course, workmen.\n\nNear his home, Matahachi was greeted by a neighbor named Umpei, the boss of a crew of well diggers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Umpei was seated cross-legged in a large wooden tub, only his face showing above the rain shutter placed sideways in front of the tub for privacy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good evening,\" said Matahachi. \"I see you're having your bath.\"\n\n\"I'm about to get out,\" replied the boss genially. \"Would you like to use it next?\"\n\n\"Thanks, but I think Akemi's probably heated water for me.\"\n\n\"You two are very fond of each other, aren't you? Nobody around here seems to know whether you're brother and sister or husband and wife. Which is it?\"\n\nMatahachi giggled sheepishly. The appearance of Akemi saved him from having to answer.\n\nShe placed a tub under a persimmon tree and brought pailfuls of hot water from the house to fill it. When she was done, she said, \"Feel it, Matahachi. See if it's hot enough.\"\n\n\"It's a little too hot.\"\n\nThere was the squeaking of the well pulley, and Matahachi, stripped to his loincloth, brought up a bucket of cold water and poured it into the bath before climbing in himself. \"Ah-h-h,\" he sighed contentedly. \"This feels good.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"You're always saying that. Don't think I'm ungrateful, but if I did that, they wouldn't let me off the castle grounds, would they? That's why Akemi doesn't want me to take the job. She says she'd be lonesome without me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Umpei, wearing a cotton summer kimono, placed a bamboo stool under a gourd trellis and sat down. \"Did you sell lots of melons?\" he inquired.\n\n\"Not many. I never sell very many.\" Noticing dried blood between his fingers, he hastily wiped it off.\n\n\"I don't imagine you would. I still think your life would be easier if you went to work on a well-digging gang.\"\n\n\"You're always saying that. Don't think I'm ungrateful, but if I did that, they wouldn't let me off the castle grounds, would they? That's why Akemi doesn't want me to take the job. She says she'd be lonesome without me.\"\n\n\"Happily married couple, eh? Well, well.\"\n\n\"Ouch!\"\n\n\"What's the matter?\"\n\n\"Something fell on my head.\"\n\nA green persimmon landed on the ground just behind Matahachi.\n\n\"Ha, ha! Punishment for bragging about your wife's devotion, that's what it is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still laughing, Umpei rapped his tannin-coated fan on his knee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Over sixty years old, with a shaggy, hemplike mane of white hair, Umpei was a man who enjoyed the respect of his neighbors and the admiration of the young people, whom he bigheartedly treated as his own children. Each morning he could be heard chanting Namu Myōhō Rengekyō, the sacred invocation of the Nichiren sect.\n\nA native of Itō in Izu Province, he had a sign in front of his house saying: \"Idohori no Umpei, Well Digger for the Shōgun's Castle.\" To build the many wells necessary for the castle involved technical skills beyond those of ordinary laborers. Umpei had been hired as a consultant and recruiter of workers because of his long experience in the gold mines of Izu Peninsula. He enjoyed nothing more than sitting under his beloved gourd trellis, spinning yarns and drinking his nightly cup of cheap but potent shōchū, the poor man's sake.\n\nAfter Matahachi emerged from the bath, Akemi surrounded the washtub with rain shutters and had hers. Later, the matter of Umpei's proposal came up once again. Besides having to stay on the castle grounds, the workers were watched very closely, and their families were virtually hostages of the bosses of the areas where they lived. On the other hand, the work was easier than on the outside and paid at least twice as much.\n\nLeaning over a tray on which there was a dish of cold bean curd, garnished with fresh, fragrant basil leaf, Matahachi said, \"I don't want to become a prisoner just to earn a little money. I'm not going to sell melons all my life, but bear with me a little longer, Akemi.\"\n\n\"Umm,\" she replied between mouthfuls of tea-and-rice gruel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd rather you tried just once to do something really worthwhile, something that would make people take notice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though nothing was ever said or done to discourage the idea that she was Matahachi's legal wife, she wasn't about to marry anyone who shilly-shallied the way he did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fleeing the world of play at Sakaimachi with Matahachi had been only an expedient; he was the perch from which she intended, at the first opportunity, to fly once more into the open sky. But it did not suit her purposes for Matahachi to go off to the castle to work. She felt being left alone would be dangerous; specifically, she was afraid Hamada might find her and force her to live with him.\n\n\"Oh, I forgot,\" said Matahachi, as they finished their frugal meal. He then told her about his experiences that day, adjusting the details in a fashion calculated to please her. By the time he had finished, her face was ashen.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she said, \"You saw Kojirō? Did you tell him I was here? You didn't, did you?\"\n\nMatahachi took her hand and placed it on his knee. \"Of course not. Do you think I'd let that bastard know where you are? He's the kind that never gives up. He'd be after you—\"\n\nHe broke off with an inarticulate shout and pressed his hand to the side of his face. The green persimmon that smashed against his cheek broke and spattered its whitish meat in Akemi's face.\n\nOutside, in the shadows of a moonlit bamboo grove, a form not unlike that of Kojirō could be seen walking nonchalantly away in the direction of town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eyes" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sensei!\" called Iori, who was not yet tall enough to see over the tall grass." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'about' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were on Musashino Plain, which was said to cover ten counties.\n\n\"I'm right here,\" replied Musashi. \"What's taking you so long?\"\n\n\"I guess there's a path, but I keep losing it. How much farther do we have to go?\"\n\n\"Till we find a good place to live.\"\n\n\"Live? We're going to stay around here?\"\n\n\"Why shouldn't we?\"\n\nIori gazed up at the sky, thought of its vastness and the emptiness of the land around him and said, \"I wonder.\"\n\n\"Think what it'll be like in the fall. Clear, beautiful skies, fresh dew on the grass. Doesn't it make you feel cleaner just thinking about it?\"\n\n\"Well, maybe, but I'm not against living in the city, like you.\"\n\n\"I'm not, really. In a way, it's nice to be among people, but even with my thick skin I couldn't stand being there when those signs were put up. You saw what they said.\"\n\nIori grimaced. \"I get mad just thinking about it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why let yourself get angry over that?\"\n\n\"I couldn't help it. No matter where I went, there wasn't anybody who'd say anything good about you.\"\n\n\"Nothing I could do about that.\"\n\n\"You could have cut down the men spreading the rumors. You could have put up your own signs challenging them.\"\n\n\"There's no point in starting fights you can't win.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't have lost to that scum. You couldn't have.\"\n\n\"No, you're wrong. I would have.\"\n\n\"How?\"\n\n\"Sheer numbers. If I beat ten, there'd be a hundred more. If I defeated a hundred, there'd be a thousand. There's no possibility of winning in that kind of situation.\"\n\n\"But does that mean you're going to be laughed at for the rest of your life?\"\n\n\"Of course not. I'm as determined as the next person to have a good name. I owe it to my ancestors. And I intend to become a man who's never laughed at. That's what I came out here to learn.\"\n\n\"We can walk all we want, but I don't think we're going to find any houses. Shouldn't we try to find a temple to stay in again?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not a bad idea, but what I really want is to find someplace with a lot of trees and build a house of our own.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It'll be like Hōtengahara again, won't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. This time we're not going to farm. I think maybe I'll practice Zen meditation every day. You can read books, and I'll give you some lessons in the sword.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Entering the plain at the village of Kashiwagi, the Kōshū entrance to Edo, they had come down the long slope from Jūnisho Gongen and followed a narrow path that repeatedly threatened to disappear among the waving summer grasses. When they finally reached a pine-covered knoll, Musashi made a quick survey of the terrain and said, \"This'll do fine.\" To him, any place could serve as home—more than that: wherever he happened to be was the universe.\n\nThey borrowed tools and hired a laborer at the nearest farmhouse. Musashi's approach to building a house was not at all sophisticated; in fact, he could have learned quite a bit from watching birds build a nest. The result, finished a few days later, was an oddity, less substantial than a hermit's mountain retreat but not so crude as to be described as a shed. The posts were logs with the bark left on, the remainder a rough alliance of boards, bark, bamboo and miscanthus.\n\nStanding back to take a good look, Musashi remarked thoughtfully, \"This must be like the houses people lived in back in the age of the gods.\" The only relief from the primitiveness were scraps of paper lovingly fashioned to make small shoji.\n\nIn the days following, the sound of Iori's voice, floating from behind a reed blind as he recited his lessons, rose above the buzz of the cicadas. His training had become very strict in every respect.\n\nWith Jōtarō, Musashi had not insisted on discipline, thinking at the time that it was best to let growing boys grow naturally." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But with the passage of time, he had observed that, if anything, bad traits tended to develop and good ones to be repressed. Similarly, he had noticed that trees and plants he wanted to grow would not grow, while weeds and brush flourished no matter how often he cut them down.\n\nDuring the hundred years after the Ōnin War, the nation had been like a tangled mass of overgrown hemp plants. Then Nobunaga had cut the plants down, Hideyoshi had bundled them up, and Ieyasu had broken and smoothed the ground to build a new world. As Musashi saw it, warriors who placed a high value only on martial practices and whose most noticeable characteristic was unbounded ambition were no longer the dominant element in society. Sekigahara had put an end to that.\n\nHe had come to believe that whether the nation remained in the hands of the Tokugawas or reverted to the Toyotomis, people in general already knew the direction they wanted to move in: from chaos toward order, from destruction toward construction.\n\nAt times, he'd had the feeling he had been born too late. No sooner had Hideyoshi's glory penetrated into remote rural areas and fired the hearts of boys like Musashi than the possibility of following in Hideyoshi's footsteps evaporated.\n\nSo it was his own experience that led to his decision to emphasize discipline in Iori's upbringing. If he was going to create a samurai, he should create one for the coming era, not for the past.\n\n\"Iori.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\" The boy was kneeling before Musashi almost before the words were out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's almost sunset. Time for our practice. Bring the swords.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\" When he placed them in front of Musashi, he knelt and formally requested a lesson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi's sword was long, Iori's short, both wooden practice weapons. Teacher and pupil faced each other in tense silence, swords held at eye level. A rim of sunlight hovered on the horizon. The cryptomeria grove behind the cabin was already sunk in gloom, but if one looked toward the voices of the cicadas, a sliver of moon was visible through the branches.\n\n\"Eyes,\" said Musashi.\n\nIori opened his eyes wide.\n\n\"My eyes. Look at them.\"\n\nIori did his best, but his eyes seemed to literally bounce away from Musashi's. Instead of glaring, he was being defeated by his opponent's eyes. When he tried again, he was seized by giddiness. His head began to feel as if it were no longer his own. His hands, his feet, his whole body felt wobbly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at my eyes!\" Musashi commanded with great sternness. Iori's look had strayed again. Then, concentrating on his master's eyes, he forgot the sword in his hand. The short length of curved wood seemed to become as heavy as a bar of steel.\n\n\"Eyes, eyes!\" said Musashi, advancing slightly.\n\nIori checked the urge to fall back, for which he had been scolded dozens of times. But when he attempted to follow his opponent's lead and move forward, his feet were nailed to the ground. Unable either to advance or to retreat, he could feel his body temperature rise. \"What's the matter with me?\" The thought exploded like fireworks inside him.\n\nSensing this burst of mental energy, Musashi yelled, \"Charge!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the same time he lowered his shoulders, dropped back and dodged with the agility of a fish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a gasp, Iori sprang forward, spun around—and saw Musashi standing where he himself had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the confrontation began again, just as before, both teacher and pupil maintaining strict silence.\n\nBefore long the grass was soaked with dew, and the eyebrow of a moon hung above the cryptomerias. Each time the wind gusted, the insects stopped singing momentarily. Autumn had come, and the wild flowers, though not spectacular in the daytime, now quivered gracefully, like the feathered robe of a dancing deity.\n\n\"Enough,\" said Musashi, lowering his sword.\n\nAs he handed it to Iori, they became conscious of a voice coming from the direction of the grove.\n\n\"I wonder who that is,\" said Musashi.\n\n\"Probably a lost traveler wanting to put up for the night.\"\n\n\"Run and see.\"\n\nAs Iori sped around to the other side of the building, Musashi seated himself on the bamboo veranda and gazed out over the plain. The eulalias were tall, their tops fluffy; the light bathing the grass had a peculiar autumn sheen.\n\nWhen Iori returned, Musashi asked, \"A traveler?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, a guest.\"\n\n\"Guest? Here?\"\n\n\"It's Hōjō Shinzō. He tied his horse up and he's waiting for you in back.\"\n\n\"This house doesn't really have any back or front, but I think it'd be better to receive him here.\"\n\nIori ran round the side of the cabin, shouting, \"Please come this way.\"\n\n\"This is a pleasure,\" said Musashi, his eyes expressing his delight at seeing Shinzō completely recovered.\n\n\"Sorry to have been out of touch so long. I suppose you live out here to get away from people. I hope you'll forgive me for dropping in unexpectedly like this.\"\n\nGreetings having been exchanged, Musashi invited Shinzō to join him on the veranda. \"How did you find me? I haven't told anyone where I am.\"\n\n\"Zushino Kōsuke. He said you'd finished the Kannon you promised him and sent Iori to deliver it.\"\n\n\"Ha, ha. I suppose Iori let the secret out. It doesn't matter. I'm not old enough to abandon the world and retire. I did think, though, that if I left the scene for a couple of months, the malicious gossip would quiet down. Then there'd be less danger of reprisals against Kōsuke and my other friends.\"\n\nShinzō lowered his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I owe you an apology—all this trouble because of me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not really. That was a minor thing. The real root of the matter has to do with the relationship between Kojirō and me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'father' must be used 4 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you know he killed Obata Yogorō?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Yogorō, when he heard about me, decided to take revenge himself. He was no match for Kojirō.\"\n\n\"I warned him... \" The image of the youthful Yogorō standing in the entrance of his father's house was still vivid in Musashi's mind. \"What a pity,\" he thought to himself.\n\n\"I can understand how he felt,\" continued Shinzō. \"The students had all left, and his father had died. He must have thought he was the only one who could do it. In any case, he appears to have gone to Kojirō's house. Still, no one saw them together; there's no real proof.\"\n\n\"Mm. Maybe my warning had the opposite effect from what I intended—stirred up his pride so he felt he had to fight. It's a shame.\"\n\n\"It is. Yogorō was Sensei's only blood relation. With his death the House of Obata ceased to exist. However, my father discussed the matter with Lord Munenori, who somehow managed to institute adoption proceedings. I'm to become Kagenori's heir and successor and carry on the Obata name... I'm not sure I'm mature enough yet. I'm afraid I may end up bringing further disgrace to the man. After all, he was the greatest proponent of the Kōshū military tradition.\"\n\n\"Your father's the Lord of Awa. Isn't the Hōjō military tradition considered to be on a par with the Kōshū School? And your father as great a master as Kagenori?\"\n\n\"That's what they say. Our ancestors came from Tōtōmi Province. My grandfather served Hōjō Ujitsuna and Hōjō Ujiyasu of Odawara, and my father was selected by Ieyasu himself to succeed them as head of the family.\"\n\n\"Coming from a famous military family, isn't it unusual for you to have become a disciple of Kagenori's?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My father has his disciples, and he's given lectures before the shōgun on military science. But instead of teaching me anything, he told me to go out and learn from somebody else. Find out the hard way! That's the kind of man he is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi sensed an element of intrinsic decency, even nobility, in Shinzō's demeanor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it was probably natural, he thought, for his father, Ujikatsu, was an outstanding general, and his mother was the daughter of Hōjō Ujiyasu." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"A guest of your father's wants to see me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm afraid I've been talking too much,\" said Shinzō. \"Actually, my father sent me out here. Of course, it would have been only proper for him to come and express his gratitude to you in person, but just now he has a guest, who's quite eager to see you. My father told me to bring you back with me. Will you come?\" He peered inquiringly into Musashi's face.\n\n\"A guest of your father's wants to see me?\"\n\n\"That's right.\"\n\n\"Who could it be? I know almost no one in Edo.\"\n\n\"A person you've known since you were a boy.\"\n\nMusashi couldn't imagine who it might be. Matahachi, perhaps? A samurai from Takeyama Castle? A friend of his father's?\n\nMaybe even Otsū... But Shinzō refused to divulge his secret. \"I was instructed not to tell you who it is. The guest said it would be better to surprise you. Will you come?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'horse' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi's curiosity was piqued. He told himself it couldn't be Otsū, but in his heart hoped it was.\n\n\"Let's go,\" he said, rising to his feet. \"Iori, don't wait up for me.\"\n\nShinzō, pleased that his mission was successful, went behind the house and brought his horse. Saddle and stirrups were dripping with dew. Holding the bit, he offered the horse to Musashi, who proceeded without further ado to mount it.\n\nAs they left, Musashi said to Iori, \"Take care of yourself. I may not be back until tomorrow.\" It was not long before he was swallowed up by the evening mist.\n\nIori sat quietly on the veranda, lost in thought.\n\n\"Eyes,\" he thought. \"Eyes.\" Innumerable times he had been ordered to keep his eyes on his opponent's, but as yet he could neither understand the import of the instruction nor get the idea out of his mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gazed vacantly up at the River of Heaven." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was wrong with him? Why was it that when Musashi stared at him, he couldn't stare straight back? More vexed by his failure than an adult would have been, he was trying very hard to find the explanation when he became conscious of a pair of eyes. They were aimed at him from the branches of a wild grapevine, which twined around a tree in front of the cabin.\n\n\"What's that?\" he thought.\n\nThe brightly shining eyes reminded him strongly of Musashi's eyes during practice sessions.\n\n\"Must be a possum.\" He had seen one several times, eating the wild grapes. The eyes were like agate, the eyes of a fierce hobgoblin.\n\n\"Beast!\" cried Iori. \"You think I don't have any courage, think even you can outstare me. Well, I'll show you! I'm not about to lose to you.\"\n\nWith grim determination, he tensed his elbows and glared back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The possum, whether out of stubbornness or curiosity, made no move to flee. Its eyes took on an even more lustrous brilliance.\n\nThe effort so absorbed Iori that he forgot to breathe. He swore again not to lose, not to this lowly beast. After what seemed like hours, he realized with a flash that he had triumphed. The leaves of the grapevine shook and the possum vanished.\n\n\"That'll show you!\" exulted Iori. He was drenched with sweat, but he felt relieved and refreshed. He only hoped he would be able to repeat the performance the next time he confronted Musashi.\n\nHaving lowered a reed blind on the window and snuffed out the lamp, he went to bed. A bluish-white light reflected from the grass outside. He dozed off, but inside his head he seemed to see a tiny spot, shining like a jewel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In time, the spot grew into the vague outline of the possum's face.\n\nTossing and moaning, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the conviction that there were eyes at the foot of his pallet. He roused himself with difficulty. \"Bastard,\" he cried, reaching for his sword. He took a murderous swing but ended up doing a somersault. The shadow of the possum was a moving spot on the blind. He slashed at it wildly, then ran outside and hacked fiercely at the grapevine. His eyes rose skyward in search of the eyes.\n\nThere came into focus, slowly, two large, bluish stars.\n\nFour Sages with a Single Light\n\n\"Here we are,\" Shinzō said as they reached the foot of Akagi Hill.\n\nFrom the flute music, which sounded like the accompaniment to a sacred shrine dance, and the bonfire visible through the woods, Musashi thought a night festival must be in progress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The trip to Ushigome had taken two hours." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On one side was the spacious compound of Akagi Shrine; across the sloping street stood the earthen wall of a large private residence and a gate of magnificent proportions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they reached the gate, Musashi dismounted and handed the reins to Shinzō, thanking him as he did so.\n\nShinzō led the horse inside and handed the reins to one of a group of samurai waiting near the entrance with paper lanterns in their hands. They all came forward, welcomed him back and led the way through the trees to a clearing in front of the imposing entrance hall. Inside, servants holding lanterns were lined up on both sides of the hallway.\n\nThe chief steward greeted them, saying, \"Come in. His lordship is expecting you. I'll show you the way.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" replied Musashi. He followed the steward up a stairway and into a waiting room.\n\nThe design of the house was unusual; one stairway after another led to a series of apartments, which gave the impression of being stacked one above another all the way up Akagi Hill. As he seated himself, Musashi noted that the room was well up the slope. Beyond a drop at the edge of the garden, he could just make out the northern part of the castle moat and the woods framing the escarpment. He found himself thinking that the view from the room in the daytime must be breathtaking.\n\nNoiselessly, the door in an arched doorway slid open." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: Good of you to come." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A beautiful serving girl came gracefully in and placed a tray bearing cakes, tea and tobacco in front of him. Then she slipped out as quietly as she had entered. It seemed as if her colorful kimono and obi had emerged from and melted into the wall itself. A faint fragrance lingered after her, and suddenly Musashi was reminded of the existence of women.\n\nThe master of the house appeared shortly after that, attended by a young samurai. Dispensing with formalities, he said, \"Good of you to come.\" In good soldierly fashion, he seated himself cross-legged on a cushion spread by the attendant and said, \"From what I hear, my son is much indebted to you. I hope you'll pardon my asking you to come here rather than visiting your house to express my thanks.\" With his hands resting lightly on the fan in his lap, he inclined his prominent forehead ever so slightly.\n\n\"I'm honored to be invited to meet you,\" said Musashi.\n\nIt was not easy to estimate Hōjō Ujikatsu's age. Three front teeth were missing, but his smooth, shiny skin testified to a determination never to grow old. The heavy black mustache, streaked with only a few white hairs, had been allowed to grow out on both sides to conceal any wrinkles resulting from the lack of teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi's first impression was of a man who had many children and got along well with young people.\n\nSensing that his host wouldn't object, Musashi went straight to the point. \"Your son tells me that you have a guest who knows me. Who might that be?\"\n\n\"Not one but two. You'll see them by and by.\"\n\n\"Two people?\"\n\n\"Yes. They know each other very well, and both are good friends of mine. I happened to meet them at the castle today. They came back with me, and when Shinzō came in to greet them, we started chatting about you. One of them said he hadn't seen you for a long time and would like to. The other, who knows you only by reputation, expressed the desire to be introduced.\"\n\nSmiling broadly, Musashi said, \"I think I know. One is Takuan Sōhō, isn't it?\"\n\n\"That's right,\" exclaimed Lord Ujikatsu, slapping his knee in surprise.\n\n\"I haven't seen him since I came east several years ago.\"\n\nBefore Musashi had time to make a guess at who the other man was, his lordship said, \"Come with me,\" and went out into the corridor.\n\nThey climbed a short stairway and walked down a long, dark corridor. Rain shutters were in place on one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly Musashi lost sight of Lord Ujikatsu. He stopped and listened.\n\nAfter a few moments, Ujikatsu called, \"I'm down here.\" His voice seemed to come from a well-lit room that was situated across an open space from the corridor.\n\n\"I understand,'\" Musashi called back. Instead of heading directly for the light, he stood where he was. The space outside the corridor was openly inviting, but something told him danger lurked in that stretch of darkness.\n\n\"What are you waiting for, Musashi? We're over here.\"\n\n\"Coming,\" answered Musashi. He was in no position to reply otherwise, but his sixth sense had warned him to be on the alert. Stealthily, he turned and walked back about ten paces to a small door, which let out onto the garden. Slipping on a pair of sandals, he made his way around the garden to the veranda of Lord Ujikatsu's parlor.\n\n\"Oh, you came that way, did you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "said his lordship, looking around from the other end of the room. He sounded disappointed.\n\n\"Takuan!\" called Musashi as he entered the room, a radiant smile on his face. The priest, seated in front of the alcove, stood up to greet him. To meet again—and under the roof of Lord Hōjō Ujikatsu—seemed almost too fortuitous. Musashi had trouble convincing himself that it was really happening.\n\n\"We'll have to bring each other up to date,\" said Takuan. \"Shall I begin?\" He was clad in the plain robes he always wore. No finery, not so much as prayer beads. Yet he seemed mellower than before, more soft-spoken. Just as Musashi's rural upbringing had been leached out of him by strenuous attempts at self-discipline, Takuan, too, seemed to have had the sharper corners rounded off and to have become more deeply endowed with the wisdom of Zen. To be sure, he was no longer a youth. Eleven years older than Musashi, he was now approaching forty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's see. Kyoto, wasn't it? Ah, I remember. It was shortly before I went back to Tajima. After my mother died, I spent a year in mourning. Then I traveled for a while, spent some time at the Nansōji in Izumi, then at the Daitokuji. Later, I saw a good deal of Lord Karasumaru—composed poetry with him, had tea ceremonies, fended off the cares of this world. Before I knew it, I'd spent three years in Kyoto. Recently I became friendly with Lord Koide of Kishiwada Castle and came with him to have a look at Edo.\"\n\n\"Then you've been here only a short time?\"\n\n\"Yes. Although I've met Hidetada twice at the Daitokuji and been summoned into Ieyasu's presence a number of times, this is my first trip to Edo. And what about you?\"\n\n\"I've been here only since the beginning of this summer.\"\n\n\"It seems you've made quite a name for yourself in this part of the country.\"\n\nMusashi didn't try to justify himself. He hung his head and said, \"I suppose you've heard about that.\"\n\nTakuan stared at him for a few moments, seemingly comparing him with the Takezō of old. \"Why worry about that? It'd be strange if a man your age had too good a reputation. So long as you haven't done anything disloyal or ignoble or rebellious, what does it matter? I'm more interested in hearing about your training.\"\n\nMusashi gave a brief account of his recent experiences and ended by saying, \"I'm afraid I'm still immature, imprudent—far from being truly enlightened. The more I travel, the longer the road becomes. I have the feeling I'm climbing an endless mountain path.\"\n\n\"That's the way it has to be,\" said Takuan, clearly pleased with the youth's integrity and humility. \"If a man not yet thirty claims to know the least bit about the Way, it's an unmistakable sign his growth has stopped. Even I still shudder with embarrassment when anyone suggests that an uncouth priest like me could know the ultimate meaning of Zen. It's disconcerting, the way people are always asking me to tell them about the Buddhist Law or explain the true teachings. People try to look up to a priest as a living Buddha. Be thankful that others don't overestimate you, that you don't have to pay attention to appearances.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'lordship' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While the two men happily renewed their friendship, servants arrived with food and drink. Presently Takuan said, \"Forgive me, your lordship. I'm afraid we're forgetting something. Why don't you call your other guest in?\"\n\nMusashi was certain now that he knew who the fourth person was, but elected to remain silent.\n\nHesitating slightly, Ujikatsu said, \"Shall I call him?\" Then, to Musashi, \"I'll have to admit you saw through our little trick. As the one who planned it, I feel rather ashamed.\"\n\nTakuan laughed. \"Good for you! I'm glad to see you're up to admitting defeat. But why not? It was only a game to amuse everybody anyway, wasn't it? Certainly nothing for the master of the Hōjō Style to lose face over.\"\n\n\"Well, no doubt I was defeated,\" murmured Ujikatsu, reluctance still in his voice. \"The truth is that although I've heard what sort of man you are, I had no way of knowing just how well trained and disciplined you are. I thought I'd see for myself, and my other guest agreed to cooperate. When you stopped in the passageway, he was waiting in ambush, ready to draw his sword.\" His lordship seemed to regret having had to put Musashi to the test. \"But you perceived you were being lured into a trap and came across the garden.\" Looking directly at Musashi, he asked, \"May I ask why you did that?\"\n\nMusashi merely grinned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan spoke up. \"It's the difference, your lordship, between the military strategist and the swordsman.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it, now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a matter of instinctive responses—that of a military scholar, based on intellectual principles, versus that of a man who follows the Way of the Sword, based on the heart. You reasoned that if you led Musashi on, he'd follow. Yet without being able to actually see, or to put his finger on anything definite, Musashi sensed danger and moved to protect himself. His reaction was spontaneous, instinctive.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Instinctive?\"\n\n\"Like a Zen revelation.\"\n\n\"Do you have premonitions like that?\"\n\n\"I can't really say.\"\n\n\"In any case, I've learned a lesson. The average samurai, sensing danger, might have lost his head, or perhaps seized upon the trap as an excuse to display his prowess with the sword. When I saw Musashi go back, put on the sandals and cross the garden, I was deeply impressed.\"\n\nMusashi kept his silence, his face revealing no special pleasure at Lord Uji katsu's words of praise. His thoughts turned to the man still standing outside in the dark, stranded by the victim's failure to fall into the trap.\n\nAddressing his host, he said, \"May I request that the Lord of Tajima take his place among us now?\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Ujikatsu was astonished, as was Takuan. \"How did you know?\"\n\nMoving back to give Yagyū Munenori the place of honor, Musashi said, \"Despite the darkness, I felt the presence of peerless swordsmanship. Taking into consideration the other faces present, I don't see how it could be anyone else.\"\n\n\"You've done it again!\" Ujikatsu was amazed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At a nod from him, Takuan said, \"The Lord of Tajima. Quite right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning to the door, he called, \"Your secret is out, Lord Munenori. Won't you join us?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a loud laugh, and Munenori appeared in the doorway. Instead of arranging himself comfortably in front of the alcove, he knelt in front of Musashi and greeted him as an equal, saying, \"My name is Mataemon Munenori. I hope you will remember me.\"\n\n\"It is an honor to meet you. I am a rōnin from Mimasaka, Miyamoto Musashi by name. I pray for your guidance in the future.\"\n\n\"Kimura Sukekurō mentioned you to me some months ago, but at the time I was busy because of my father's illness.\"\n\n\"How is Lord Sekishūsai?\"\n\n\"Well, he's very old. There's no way of knowing... \" After a brief pause, he continued with warm cordiality: \"My father told me about you in a letter, and I've heard Takuan speak of you several times. I must say your reaction a few minutes ago was admirable. If you don't mind, I think we should regard the bout you requested as having taken place. I hope you're not offended by my unorthodox way of carrying it out.\"\n\nMusashi's impression was of intelligence and maturity quite in accordance with the daimyō's reputation.\n\n\"I'm embarrassed by your thoughtfulness,\" he replied, bowing very low. His show of deference was natural, for Lord Munenori's status was so far above Musashi's as to put him virtually in another world. Though his fief amounted to only fifty thousand bushels, his family had been famous as provincial magistrates since the tenth century. To most people, it would have seemed odd to find one of the shōgun's tutors in the same room with Musashi, let alone talking to him in a friendly, informal fashion. It was a relief to Musashi to note that neither Ujikatsu, a scholar and member of the shōgun's banner guard, nor Takuan, a country priest by origin, felt any constraint because of Munenori's rank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Warm sake was brought, cups were exchanged, talk and laughter ensued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Differences in age and class were forgotten." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi knew he was being accepted in this select circle not because of who he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was seeking the Way, just as they were. It was the Way that permitted such free camaraderie.\n\nAt one point, Takuan set down his cup and asked Musashi, \"What's become of Otsū.\"\n\nReddening slightly, Musashi said he hadn't seen or heard anything of her for some time.\n\n\"Nothing at all?\"\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\"That's unfortunate. You can't leave her in the lurch forever, you know. It's not good for you, either.\"\n\n\"By Otsū,\" asked Munenori, \"do you mean the girl who once stayed with my father in Koyagyū?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" replied Takuan on Musashi's behalf.\n\n\"I know where she is. She went to Koyagyū with my nephew Hyōgo to help nurse my father.\"\n\nWith a noted military scientist and Takuan present, thought Musashi, they could be talking about strategy or discussing Zen. With both Munenori and Musashi present, the subject could have been swords." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a nod of apology to Musashi, Takuan told the others about Otsū and her relationship with Musashi. \"Sooner or later,\" he concluded, \"someone will have to bring the two of you together again, but I fear it's no task for a priest. I ask the assistance of you two gentlemen.\" What he was actually suggesting was that Ujikatsu and Munenori act as Musashi's guardians.\n\nThey seemed willing to accept this role, Munenori observing that Musashi was old enough to have a family and Ujikatsu saying that he had reached a satisfactorily high level of training.\n\nMunenori suggested that one of these days Otsū should be summoned back from Koyagyū and given in marriage to Musashi. Then Musashi could set himself up in Edo, where his house, along with those of Ono Tadaaki and Yagyū Munenori, would form a triumvirate of the sword and usher in a golden age of swordsmanship in the new capital. Both Takuan and Ujikatsu concurred.\n\nSpecifically, Lord Ujikatsu, eager to reward Musashi for his kindness to Shinzō, wanted to recommend him as a tutor to the shōgun, an idea the three of them had explored before sending Shinzō for Musashi. And having seen how Musashi reacted to their test, Munenori himself was now ready to give his approval to the plan.\n\nThere were difficulties to be overcome, one being that a teacher in the shōgun's household also had to be a member of the honor guard. Since many of its members were faithful vassals of the Tokugawas from the days when Ieyasu had held the Mikawa fief, there was a reluctance to appoint new people, and all candidates were investigated with great thoroughness. However, it was felt that with recommendations from Ujikatsu and Munenori, together with a letter of guarantee from Takuan, Musashi would get by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sticky point was his ancestry. There was no written record tracing his ancestry back to Hirata Shōgen of the Akamatsu clan, nor even a genealogical chart to prove he was of good samurai stock. He assuredly had no family connections with the Tokugawas. On the contrary, it was an undeniable fact that as a callow youth of seventeen he had fought against the Tokugawa forces at Sekigahara. Still, there was a chance; other rōnin from former enemy clans had joined the House of Tokugawa after Sekigahara. Even Ono Tadaaki, a rōnin from the Kitabatake clan, which was at present in hiding in Ise Matsuzaka, held an appointment as tutor to the shōgun despite his undesirable connections.\n\nAfter the three men had again gone over the pros and cons, Takuan said, \"All right then, let's recommend him. But perhaps we should find out what he himself thinks about it.\"\n\nThe question was put to Musashi, who replied mildly, \"It's kind and generous of you to suggest this, but I'm nothing but an immature young man.\"\n\n\"Don't think of it in that way,\" said Takuan with an air of candor. \"What we're advising you to do is become mature. Will you establish a house of your own, or do you plan to make Otsū go on indefinitely living as she is now?\"\n\nMusashi felt hemmed in. Otsū had said she was willing to bear any hardship, but this would in no way lessen Musashi's responsibility for any grief that might befall her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While it was acceptable for a woman to act in accordance with her own feelings, if the outcome was not a happy one, the man would be blamed.\n\nNot that Musashi was unwilling to accept the responsibility. On the whole, he yearned to accept. Otsū had been guided by love, and the onus of that love belonged to him as much as to her. Nevertheless, he felt it was still too early to marry and have a family. The long, hard Way of the Sword stretched before him yet; his desire to follow it was undiminished.\n\nIt did not simplify matters that his attitude toward the sword had changed. Since Hōtengahara, the sword of the conqueror and the sword of the killer were things of the past, no longer of any use or meaning.\n\nNor did being a technician, even one who gave instruction to men of the shōgun's retinue, excite his interest. The Way of the Sword, as he had come to see it, must have specific objectives: to establish order, to protect and refine the spirit. The Way had to be one men could cherish as they did their lives, until their dying day. If such a Way existed, could it not be employed to bring peace to the world and happiness to all?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he had answered Sukekurō's letter with a challenge to Lord Munenori, his motive had not been the shallow urge to score a victory that had led him to challenge Sekishūsai. Now his wish was to be engaged in the business of governing. Not on any grand scale, of course; a small, insignificant fief would suffice for the activities he imagined would promote the cause of good government.\n\nBut he lacked the confidence to express these ideas, feeling that other swordsmen would dismiss his youthful ambitions as being absurd. Or, if they took him seriously, they would feel compelled to warn him: politics leads to destruction; by going into government he would sully his beloved sword. They would do this out of genuine concern for his soul.\n\nHe even believed that if he spoke his mind truthfully, the two warriors and the priest would react either with laughter or with alarm.\n\nWhen he did get around to speaking, it was to protest—he was too young, too immature, his training was inadequate...\n\nAt length, Takuan cut him off, saying, \"Leave it to us.\"\n\nLord Ujikatsu added, \"We'll see that it turns out all right for you.\"\n\nThe matter was decided.\n\nComing in periodically to trim the lamp, Shinzō had caught the gist of the conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He quietly let his father and the guests know that what he had heard pleased him immensely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Locust Tree\n\nMatahachi opened his eyes and looked around, got up and poked his head out the back door.\n\n\"Akemi!\" he called.\n\nThere was no answer.\n\nSomething prompted him to open the closet. She had recently finished making a new kimono. It was gone.\n\nGoing next door first, to Umpei's, he then walked through the alley toward the street, anxiously asking everyone he met if they'd seen her.\n\n\"I saw her this morning,\" said the charcoal vendor's wife.\n\n\"You did? Where?\"\n\n\"She was all dressed up. I asked her where she was off to, and she said to see relatives in Shinagawa.\"\n\n\"Shinagawa?\"\n\n\"Doesn't she have relatives there?\" she asked skeptically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He started to say no, but caught himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh, yes, of course. That's where she's gone.\"\n\nRun after her? In truth, his attachment to her was not particularly strong, and he was more annoyed than anything else. Her disappearance left a bittersweet taste.\n\nHe spat and gave vent to an oath or two, then strolled down to the beach, just on the other side of the Shibaura highroad. A little back from the water stood a scattering of fishermen's houses. It was his habit to come here every morning while Akemi was cooking rice and look for fish. Usually at least five or six had fallen from the nets, and he would return just in time to have them cooked for breakfast. Today he ignored the fish.\n\n\"What's the matter, Matahachi?\" The pawnbroker from the main street tapped him on the shoulder.\n\n\"Good morning,\" said Matahachi.\n\n\"It's nice to be out early, isn't it? I'm glad to see you come out for a walk every morning. Great for your health!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're joking, I suppose. Maybe if I was rich like you, I'd be walking for my health. For me, walking's work.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'along' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't look too well. Something happen?\"\n\nMatahachi picked up a handful of sand and cast it bit by bit into the wind. Both he and Akemi were well acquainted with the pawnbroker, who had tided them over several emergencies.\n\nUndaunted, the man continued: \"You know, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I never seem to have the chance. Are you going out to work today?\"\n\n\"Why bother? It's not much of a living, selling watermelons.\"\n\n\"Come fishing with me.\"\n\nMatahachi scratched his head and looked apologetic. \"Thanks, but I really don't like to fish.\"\n\n\"Well, you don't have to fish if you don't want to. But come along anyway. It'll make you feel better. That's my boat over there. You can scull a boat, can't you?\"\n\n\"I guess so.\"\n\n\"Come along. I'm going to tell you how to make a lot of money—maybe a thousand pieces of gold. How would you like that?\"\n\nSuddenly Matahachi had a great interest in going fishing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "About a thousand yards offshore, the water was still shallow enough to touch bottom with the scull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Letting the boat drift, Matahachi asked, \"Just how do I go about making this money?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll tell you soon enough.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'people' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pawnbroker readjusted his bulky frame on the seat at the waist of the boat. \"I'd appreciate it if you'd hold a fishing pole out over the water.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"It's better if people think we're fishing. Two people rowing out this far just to talk would look suspicious.\"\n\n\"How's this?\"\n\n\"Fine.\" He took out a pipe with a ceramic bowl, packed it with expensive tobacco and lit it. \"Before I tell you what I have in mind, let me ask you a question. What do your neighbors say about me?\"\n\n\"About you?\"\n\n\"Yes, about Daizō of Narai.\"\n\n\"Well, pawnbrokers are supposed to be skinflints, but everybody says you're very good about lending money. They say you're a man who understands life.\"\n\n\"I don't mean my business practices. I want to know their opinion of me personally.\"\n\n\"They think you're a good man, a man with a heart. I'm not just flattering you. That's really what they say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't they ever comment on what a religious man I am?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, yes, of course. Everybody's amazed at how charitable you are.\"\n\n\"Have men from the magistrate's office ever come around inquiring about me?\"\n\n\"No. Why should they?\"\n\nDaizō gave a little laugh. \"I suppose you think my questions are foolish, but the truth of the matter is that I'm not really a pawnbroker.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Matahachi, you may never have another chance to make so much money all at once.\"\n\n\"You're probably right.\"\n\n\"Do you want to catch hold?\"\n\n\"Of what?\"\n\n\"The money vine.\"\n\n\"Wh-what do I have to do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make a promise to me and carry it out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's all?\"\n\n\"That's all, but if you change your mind later, you're as good as dead. I know the money interests you, but think hard before you give your final answer.\"\n\n\"Just what do I have to do?\" Matahachi asked suspiciously.\n\n\"You have to become a well digger. There's nothing to it.\"\n\n\"At Edo Castle?\"\n\nDaizō gazed out over the bay. Cargo boats loaded with building materials and bearing the flags of several great clans—Tōdō, Arima, Katō, Date, Hosokawa—were lined up almost prow to stern.\n\n\"You catch on quick, Matahachi.\" The pawnbroker refilled his pipe. \"Edo Castle is precisely what I have in mind. If I'm not mistaken, Umpei's been trying to persuade you to dig wells for him. It'd be perfectly natural for you to decide to take him up on the offer.\"\n\n\"That's all I have to do?... How is becoming a well digger going to bring me that much money?\"\n\n\"Be patient. I'll tell you all about it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they returned to shore, Matahachi was euphoric. They parted with a promise. That evening he was to slip away unobserved and go to Daizō's house to receive an advance payment of thirty pieces of gold.\n\nHe went home, took a nap and awoke a few hours later with the image of the vast sum that would soon be his dancing before his eyes.\n\nMoney, a fantastic amount, enough to compensate for all the bad luck he had had up till then. Enough to last him for the rest of his life. Even more exciting was the prospect of being able to show people that they were wrong, that he had what it took after all.\n\nWith the money fever upon him, he could not calm down. His mouth still felt dry, even a little numb. Going outside, he stood in the deserted alleyway facing the bamboo grove behind the house and thought: \"Who is he, anyway? Just what is he up to?\" Then he began to go over the conversation with Daizō.\n\nThe well diggers were presently working at the Goshinjō, the new castle in the western encirclement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Daizō had told him, \"You're to bide your time until the chance presents itself, and then you're to shoot the new shōgun with a musket.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gun and ammunition would be on the castle grounds, under a huge, centuries-old locust tree near the back gate at the bottom of Momiji Hill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Needless to say, the laborers were under close surveillance, but Hidetada liked going around with his attendants to inspect the work. It would be simple enough to accomplish the objective. In the ensuing uproar, Matahachi could escape by jumping into the outer moat, from which Daizō's accomplices would rescue him—\"without fail,\" he had said.\n\nBack in his room, Matahachi stared at the ceiling. He seemed to hear Daizō's voice whispering certain words over and over and recalled how his own lips had trembled when he'd said, \"Yes, I'll do it.\" His skin covered with goose pimples, he jumped to his feet. \"This is awful! I'm going over there right now and tell him I don't want any part of it.\"\n\nThen he remembered something else Daizō had said: \"Now that I've told you all this, you're committed. I'd hate to see anything happen to you, but if you try to back out, my friends will have your head within—oh, three days at the outside.\" Daizō's piercing stare as he had said this flashed before Matahachi's eyes.\n\nMatahachi walked the short distance down Nishikubo Lane to the corner of the Takanawa highroad, where the pawnshop stood. The bay, cloaked in darkness, was at the end of a side street. He entered the alley alongside the familiar storehouse, went to the inconspicuous back door of the shop and knocked softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not locked,\" came the immediate response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Daizō?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. Glad you came. Let's go into the storehouse.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A rain shutter had been left open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi went into the outer corridor and followed the pawnbroker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sit down,\" said Daizō, placing a candle on a long wooden clothes chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sitting down himself and crossing his arms, he asked, \"Did you see Umpei?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When will he take you to the castle?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The day after tomorrow, when he has to bring ten new laborers. He said he'd include me.\"\n\n\"Then everything's set?\"\n\n\"Well, we still have to get the district headman and the five-man neighborhood association to put their seals on the documents.\"\n\n\"No problem. It so happens I'm a member of the association.\"\n\n\"Really? You?\"\n\n\"What's so surprising about that? I'm one of the more influential businessmen in the neighborhood. Last spring, the headman insisted I join.\"\n\n\"Oh, I wasn't surprised. I... I just didn't know, that's all.\"\n\n\"Ha, ha. I know exactly what you thought. You thought it was scandalous for a man like me to be on the committee that looks after neighborhood affairs. Well, let me tell you, if you have money, everybody'll say you're a fine man. You can't avoid becoming a local leader even if you try. Think, Matahachi. Before long you're going to have lots of money too.\"\n\n\"Y-y-yes,\" stammered Matahachi, unable to suppress a shiver. \"W-w-will you give me the advance now?\"\n\n\"Wait a minute.\"\n\nPicking up the candle, he went to the rear of the storehouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From a casket on the shelf, he counted out thirty pieces of gold. He came back and said, \"Do you have anything to wrap them in?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Use this.\" He snatched a cotton rag from the floor and threw it to Matahachi. \"You'd better put it in your stomach wrapper and make sure it's done up tight.\"\n\n\"Should I give you a receipt?\"\n\n\"Receipt?\" echoed Daizō with an involuntary laugh. \"My, aren't you the honest one! But no, I don't need one. If you make a mistake, I'll confiscate your head.\"\n\nMatahachi blinked and said, \"I suppose I'd better be going now.\"\n\n\"Not so fast. Some obligations go with that money. Do you remember everything I told you this morning?\"\n\n\"Yes. Well, there is one thing. You said the musket would be under the locust tree. Who's going to put it there?\" Considering how difficult it was for ordinary workers to enter the castle grounds, he wondered how anyone could possibly manage to sneak in a musket and ammunition." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'matahachi' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And how could anyone without supernatural powers bury them so they'd be ready and waiting half a month from now?\n\n\"That doesn't concern you. You just do what you've agreed to do. You're nervous now because you're not used to the idea. After you've been there a couple of weeks, you'll be all right.\"\n\n\"I hope so.\"\n\n\"First you have to make up your mind you're going through with it. Then you have to be on the lookout for the right moment.\"\n\n\"I understand.\"\n\n\"Now, I don't want any slipups. Hide that money where no one can find it. And leave it there until after you've carried out your mission. When projects like this fall through, it's always because of money.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. I've thought about that already. But let me ask you this: How can I be sure that after I've done my job you won't refuse to pay me the rest?\"\n\n\"Hmph! It may seem like bragging, but money's the least of my worries. Feast your eyes on those boxes.\" He held the candle up so Matahachi could see better. All over the room were boxes—for lacquered trays, for armor, for many other purposes. \"Every one of them contains a thousand pieces of gold.\"\n\nWithout looking very closely, Matahachi said apologetically, \"I don't doubt your word, of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The secret conversation went on for another hour or so. Matahachi, feeling somewhat more confident, left by the back way.\n\nDaizō went to a nearby room and looked in. \"Akemi, are you there?\" he called. \"I think he'll go straight from here to hide the money. You'd better follow him.\"\n\nAfter a few visits to the pawnshop, Akemi, enthralled with Daizō's personality, had unburdened herself, complaining about her present circumstances and expressing her desire to move on to something better. A couple of days earlier, Daizō had remarked that he was in need of a woman to run his house. Akemi had shown up at his door very early this morning. When he'd let her in, he'd told her not to worry, he'd \"take care of\" Matahachi.\n\nThe prospective assassin, serenely unaware he was being followed, returned home. Hoe in hand, he then climbed through the dark grove behind the house to the top of Nishikubo Hill and buried his treasure.\n\nHaving observed all this, Akemi reported to Daizō, who immediately set out for Nishikubo Hill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was almost dawn when he returned to the storehouse and counted the gold pieces he had dug up. He counted them a second time, and a third, but there was no mistake. Only twenty-eight.\n\nDaizō cocked his head and frowned. He profoundly disliked people who stole his money.\n\nTadaaki's Madness\n\nOsugi was not one to be driven to despair by the sorrows and bitter disappointments of unrequited maternal devotion, but here, with the insects singing amid the lespedeza and eulalia plants, with the great river flowing slowly by, she was not unmoved by feelings of nostalgia and the impermanence of life.\n\n\"Are you home?\" The rough voice sounded harsh in the still evening air.\n\n\"Who is it?\" she called.\n\n\"I'm from Hangawara's. A lot of fresh vegetables came in from Katsushika. The boss told me to bring you some.\"\n\n\"Yajibei's always so thoughtful.\"\n\nShe was seated at a low table, candle beside her and writing brush in hand, copying the Sutra on the Great Love of Parents. She had moved into a small rented house in the sparsely populated district of Hamachō and was making a reasonably comfortable living treating other people's aches and pains with moxa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had no physical complaints to speak of." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since the beginning of autumn, she had felt quite young again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Say, Granny, did a young man come to see you earlier this evening?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For a moxa treatment, you mean?\"\n\n\"Unh-unh. He came to Yajibei's, seemed to have something important on his mind. He asked where you were living now, and we told him.\"\n\n\"How old was he?\"\n\n\"Twenty-seven or -eight, I guess.\"\n\n\"What did he look like?\"\n\n\"Sort of round-faced. Not very tall.\"\n\n\"Mm, I wonder... \"\n\n\"He had an accent like yours. I thought maybe he came from the same place. Well, I'll be going. Good night.\"\n\nAs the footsteps faded, the voices of the insects rose again like the sound of drizzling rain. Putting down her brush, Osugi gazed at the candle, thinking of the days when she was young and people had read portents in the halo of the candlelight. Those left behind had no way of knowing how husbands, sons and brothers who'd gone off to war were faring, or what fate might lie in their own uncertain futures. A bright halo was taken as a sign of good fortune, purplish shadows as an indication that someone had died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the flame crackled like pine needles, a person they were expecting was sure to come.\n\nOsugi had forgotten how to interpret the omens, but tonight the cheerful halo, as colorfully beautiful as a rainbow, suggested something splendid in the offing.\n\nCould it have been Matahachi? Her hand reached toward the brush once but drew back. As though entranced, she forgot herself and her surroundings and for the next hour or two thought only of her son's face, which seemed to float about in the darkness of the room.\n\nA rustling noise at the back entrance brought her out of her reverie. Wondering if a weasel was playing havoc with her kitchen, she took the candle and went to investigate.\n\nThe sack of vegetables was by the sink; on top of the sack was a white object. Picking it up, she found it was heavy—as heavy as two pieces of gold. On the white paper in which they were wrapped, Matahachi had written: \"I still don't have the heart to face you. Please forgive me if I neglect you for another six months. I'll just leave this note, without coming in.\"\n\nA samurai with murder in his eyes was crashing through the tall grass to reach two men standing on the riverbank. Gasping for breath, he called, \"Hamada, was it him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" groaned Hamada. \"Wrong man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But his eyes sparkled as he continued to survey the surroundings.\n\n\"I'm sure it was.\"\n\n\"It wasn't. It was a boatman.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"When I ran after him, he climbed into that boat over there.\"\n\n\"That doesn't make him a boatman.\"\n\n\"I checked.\"\n\n\"I must say, he's fast on his feet.\"\n\nTurning away from the river, they started back through the fields of Hamachō.\n\n\"Matahachi... Matahachi!\"\n\nAt first, the sound barely rose above the murmuring of the river, but as it was repeated and became unmistakable, they stopped and looked at one another in astonishment.\n\n\"Somebody's calling him! How could that be?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sounds like an old woman.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Hamada in the lead, they quickly traced the sound to its source, and when Osugi heard their footsteps, she ran toward them.\n\n\"Matahachi? Is one of you—\"\n\nThey surrounded her and pinioned her arms behind her.\n\n\"What are you doing to me?\" Puffing up like an enraged blowfish, she shouted, \"Who are you anyway?\"\n\n\"We're students of the Ono School.\"\n\n\"I don't know anybody named Ono.\"\n\n\"You never heard of Ono Tadaaki, tutor to the shōgun?\"\n\n\"Never.\"\n\n\"Why, you old—\"\n\n\"Wait. Let's see what she knows about Matahachi.\"\n\n\"I'm his mother.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're the mother of Matahachi, the melon vendor?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you mean, you pig! Melon vendor! Matahachi is a descendant of the House of Hon'iden, and that's an important family in the province of Mimasaka. I'll have you know the Hon'idens are high-ranking retainers of Shimmen Munetsura, lord of Takeyama Castle in Yoshino.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Enough of this,\" said one man.\n\n\"What should we do?\"\n\n\"Pick her up and carry her.\"\n\n\"Hostage? Do you think it'll work?\"\n\n\"If she's his mother, he'll have to come for her.\"\n\nOsugi pulled her scrawny body together and fought like a cornered tigress, but to no avail.\n\nBored and dissatisfied these past several weeks, Kojirō had fallen into the habit of sleeping a lot, in the daytime as well as at night. At the moment, he was lying on his back, grumbling to himself, hugging his sword to his chest.\n\n\"It's enough to make my Drying Pole weep. A sword like this, a swordsman like myself—rotting away in another man's house!\"\n\nThere was a loud click and a metallic flash.\n\n\"Stupid fool!\"\n\nStriking in a great arc above him, the weapon slithered back into its scabbard like a living creature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Splendid!\" cried a servant from the edge of the veranda." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you practicing a technique for striking from a supine position?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't be silly,\" sniffed Kojirō. He turned over onto his stomach, picked up two specks and flicked them toward the veranda. \"It was making a nuisance of itself.\"\n\nThe servant's eyes widened. The insect, resembling a moth, had had both its soft wings and tiny body sliced neatly in two.\n\n\"Are you here to lay out my bedding?\" asked Kojirō.\n\n\"Oh, no! Sorry! There's a letter for you.\"\n\nKojirō unhurriedly unfolded the letter and began to read. As he read, a touch of excitement came to his face. According to Yajibei, Osugi had been missing since the night before. Kojirō was requested to come at once and confer on a course of action.\n\nThe letter explained in some detail how they had learned where she was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yajibei had had all his men out searching for her all day long, but the crux of the matter was the message Kojirō had left at the Donjiki." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been crossed out and beside it was written: \"To Sasaki Kojirō: The person holding Matahachi's mother in custody is Hamada Toranosuke of the House of Ono.\"\n\n\"Finally,\" said Kojirō, the words coming from deep in his throat. At the time he'd rescued Matahachi, he'd suspected that the two samurai he cut down had some connection with the Ono School.\n\nHe chuckled and said, \"Just what I was waiting for.\" Standing on the veranda, he glanced up at the night sky. There were clouds, but it didn't look like rain.\n\nVery shortly afterward, he was seen riding up the Takanawa highroad on a rented packhorse. It was late when he reached the Hangawara house. After questioning Yajibei in detail, he made up his mind to spend the night there and move into action the next morning.\n\nOno Tadaaki had received his new name not long after the Battle of Sekigahara. It was as Mikogami Tenzen that he'd been summoned to Hidetada's encampment to lecture on swordsmanship, which he did with distinction. Along with bestowal of the name came his appointment as a direct vassal of the Tokugawas and the granting of a new residence on Kanda Hill in Edo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since the hill afforded an excellent view of Mount Fuji, the shogunate designated it as a residential district for retainers from Suruga, the province in which Fuji was situated.\n\n\"I was told the house is on Saikachi Slope,\" said Kojirō.\n\nHe and one of Hangawara's men were at the top of the hill. In the deep valley below them, they could see Ochanomizu, a section of river from which water for the shōgun's tea was said to be drawn.\n\n\"Wait here,\" said Kojirō's guide. \"I'll see where it is.\" He returned shortly with the information that they had already passed it.\n\n\"I don't remember any place that looked as though it might belong to the shōgun's tutor.\"\n\n\"Neither did I. I thought he'd have a big mansion, like Yagyū Munenori. But his house is that old one we saw on the right. I've heard it used to belong to the shōgun's stable keeper.\"\n\n\"I suppose it's nothing to be surprised about. Ono's only worth fifteen hundred bushels. Most of Munenori's income was earned by his ancestors.\"\n\n\"This is it,\" said the guide, pointing.\n\nKojirō stopped to inspect the general layout of the buildings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The old earthen wall extended back from the middle section of the slope to a thicket on a hill beyond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The compound appeared to be quite large." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the doorless gate he could see, beyond the main house, a building he took to be the dōjō and an annex, apparently of more recent construction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can go back now,\" said Kojirō. \"And tell Yajibei if I don't return with the old lady by evening, he can assume I've been killed.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\" The man ran swiftly down Saikachi Slope, stopping several times to look back.\n\nKojirō hadn't wasted any time trying to get near Yagyū Munenori. There was no way to defeat him and thereby take for himself the other man's glory, for the Yagyū Style was the one actually employed by the Tokugawas. That in itself was sufficient excuse for Munenori to refuse to take on ambitious rōnin. Tadaaki was inclined to take on all comers.\n\nCompared with the Yagyū Style, Ono's was more practical, the aim being not to make a great display of skill but to actually kill. Kojirō had heard of no one who had succeeded in attacking the House of Ono and putting it to shame. While Munenori was in general the more highly respected, Tadaaki was considered the stronger.\n\nEver since coming to Edo and learning of this situation, Kojirō had told himself that one of these days he would be knocking on the Ono gate.\n\nNumata Kajūrō glanced out the window of the dōjō's dressing room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He did a double take and his eyes swept the room, looking for Toranosuke. Spotting him in the middle of the room, giving a lesson to a younger student, he ran to his side and, in a low voice, sputtered, \"He's here! Out there, in the front yard!\"\n\nToranosuke, his wooden sword poised in front of him, shouted to the student, \"On guard.\" Then he pressed forward, his footsteps resounding sharply on the floor. Just as the two reached the north corner, the student did a somersault and his wooden sword went sailing through the air.\n\nToranosuke turned and said, \"Who are you talking about? Kojirō?\"\n\n\"Yes, he's just inside the gate. He'll be here any minute.\"\n\n\"Much sooner than I expected. Taking the old lady hostage was a good idea.\"\n\n\"What do you plan to do now? Who's going to greet him? It should be someone who's prepared for anything. If he has the nerve to come here alone, he may try a surprise move.\"\n\n\"Have him brought to the dōjō. I'll greet him myself. The rest of you stay in the background and keep quiet.\"\n\n\"At least there're plenty of us here,\" said Kajūrō. Looking around, he was encouraged to see the faces of stalwarts like Kamei Hyōsuke, Negoro Hachikurō and Itō Magobei." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were also about twenty others; they had no idea of Kojirō's way of thinking, but they all knew why Toranosuke wanted him here.\n\nOne of the two men Kojirō had killed near the Donjiki was Toranosuke's elder brother. Though he was a good-for-nothing, not well thought of at school, his death nevertheless had to be avenged because of the blood relationship.\n\nDespite his youth and his modest income, Toranosuke was a samurai to be reckoned with in Edo. Like the Tokugawas, he came originally from Mikawa Province, and his family was numbered among the oldest of the shōgun's hereditary vassals. He was also one of the \"four generals of Saikachi Slope,\" the others being Kamei, Negoro and Itō.\n\nWhen Toranosuke had come home the night before with Osugi, the consensus was that he had scored a noteworthy coup. Now it would be difficult for Kojirō not to show his face. The men vowed that if he did appear, they would beat him within an inch of his life, cut off his nose and hang him on a tree by the Kanda River for all to see. But they were by no means certain he'd show up; in fact, they had placed wagers on it, the majority betting that he wouldn't.\n\nAssembling in the main room of the dōjō, they left the floor space open in the middle and waited anxiously.\n\nAfter a time, one man asked Kajūrō, \"Are you sure it was Kojirō you saw?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Absolutely sure.\"\n\nThey sat in formidable array. Their faces, woodenly stiff at first, were now showing signs of strain. Some feared that if this kept up much longer, they would fall victim to their own tenseness. Just as the breaking point seemed near, the rapid patter of sandals came to a halt outside the dressing room, and the face of another student, standing on tiptoe, appeared in the window.\n\n\"Listen! There's no sense in waiting here. Kojirō's not coming.\"\n\n\"What do you mean? Kajūrō just saw him.\"\n\n\"Yes, but he went straight to the house. How he got admitted, I don't know, but he's in the guest room talking with the master.\"\n\n\"The master?\" echoed the group with a collective gasp.\n\n\"Are you telling the truth?\" demanded Toranosuke, the look on his face close to consternation. He strongly suspected that if the circumstances of his brother's death were investigated, it would turn out that he'd been up to no good, but he'd glossed over this in relating the incident to Tadaaki." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if his master knew he'd abducted Osugi, it wasn't because he himself had told him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you don't believe me, go look.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What a mess!\" groaned Toranosuke.\n\nFar from sympathizing with him, his fellow students were annoyed by his lack of decisiveness.\n\nAdvising the others to keep cool while they went to see what the situation was, Kamei and Negoro were just stepping into their zōri when an attractive, light-complexioned girl came running out of the house. Recognizing Omitsu, they stopped where they were and the others rushed to the doorway.\n\n\"All of you,\" she cried in an excited, shrill voice. \"Come right away! Uncle and the guest have drawn swords. In the garden. They're fighting!\"\n\nThough Omitsu was officially regarded as Tadaaki's niece, it had been whispered about that she was really the daughter of Itō Ittōsai by a mistress. Rumor had it that since Ittōsai was Tadaaki's teacher, Tadaaki must have agreed to rear the girl.\n\nThe look of fear in her eyes was most unusual. \"I heard Uncle and the guest talking—their voices got louder and louder—and the next thing I knew... I don't suppose Uncle's in danger, but—\"\n\nThe four generals emitted a collective yelp and lit out for the garden, which was set off from the outer compound by a shrub fence. The others caught up with them at the woven-bamboo gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The gate's locked.\"\n\n\"Can't you force it?\"\n\nThis proved unnecessary. The gate gave way under the weight of the samurai pressing against it. As it fell, a spacious area backed by a hill came into view. Tadaaki, his faithful Yukihira sword held at eye level, stood in the middle. Beyond him, at a fair distance, was Kojirō, the great Drying Pole rising above his head, fire shooting from his eyes.\n\nThe charged atmosphere seemed to create an invisible barrier. For men raised in the strict tradition of the samurai class, the awe-inspiring solemnity surrounding the combatants, the dignity of the deadly unsheathed swords, was inviolable. Despite their agitation, the spectacle momentarily deprived the students both of their mobility and of their emotions.\n\nBut then two or three of them started toward Kojirō's rear.\n\n\"Stay back!\" cried Tadaaki angrily. His voice, harsh and chilling, not at all the fatherly voice they were accustomed to, arrested all movement on the part of his students." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People were apt to guess Tadaaki's age to be as much as ten years less than his fifty-four or -five years and take his height for average, whereas actually it was somewhat less than that. His hair was still black, his body small but solidly built. There was nothing stiff or awkward in the movements of his long limbs.\n\nKojirō had not yet made one strike—had not, in fact, been able to.\n\nYet Tadaaki had had to face one fact instantly: he was up against a terrific swordsman. \"He's another Zenki!\" he thought with an imperceptible shudder.\n\nZenki was the last fighter he had encountered to have such scope and driving ambition. And that had been long ago, in his youth, when he traveled with Ittōsai, living the life of a shugyōsha. Zenki, the son of a boatman in Kuwana Province, had been Ittōsai's senior disciple. As Ittōsai aged, Zenki began to look down on him, even proclaiming that the Ittō Style was his own invention.\n\nZenki had caused Ittōsai much grief, for the more adept he became with the sword, the more harm he caused other people. \"Zenki,\" Ittōsai had lamented, \"is the greatest mistake in my life. When I look at him, I see a monster embodying all the bad qualities I ever had. It makes me hate myself to watch him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ironically, Zenki served the youthful Tadaaki well—as a bad example—spurring him to higher achievements than might otherwise have been possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eventually, Tadaaki clashed with the evil prodigy at Koganegahara in Shimōsa and killed him, whereupon Ittōsai awarded him his certificate in the Ittō Style and gave him the book of secret instructions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zenki's one flaw had been that his technical capability was marred by a lack of breeding. Not so Kojirō. His intelligence and education were evident in his swordsmanship.\n\n\"I can't win this fight,\" thought Tadaaki, who felt himself in no way inferior to Munenori. In fact, his assessment of Munenori's skill was not very high.\n\nWhile he stared at his awesome opponent, another truth came home to rest. \"Time appears to have passed me by,\" he thought ruefully.\n\nThey stood motionless; not the slightest change was evident. But both Tadaaki and Kojirō were expending vital energy at a fearful rate. The physiological toll took the form of sweat pouring copiously from their foreheads, air rushing through flaring nostrils, skin turning white, then bluish. Though a move seemed imminent, the swords remained poised and unwavering.\n\n\"I give up,\" said Tadaaki, abruptly dropping back several paces. They had agreed it was not to be a fight to the finish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Either man could withdraw by acknowledging defeat.\n\nSpringing like a beast of prey, Kojirō brought the Drying Pole into action with a downward stroke of whirlwind force and speed. Though Tadaaki ducked just in time, his topknot flew up and was lopped off. Tadaaki himself, while dodging, executed a brilliant reprisal, slicing off some six inches of Kojirō's sleeve.\n\n\"Coward!\" rose the cry from the students, whose faces burned with rage. By seizing on his opponent's capitulation as the opening for an attack, Kojirō had violated the samurai's code of ethics.\n\nEvery one of the students started for Kojirō.\n\nHe responded by flying with the speed of a cormorant to a large jujube tree at one end of the garden and half hiding himself behind the trunk. His eyes shifted with intimidating rapidity.\n\n\"Did you see it?\" he shouted. \"Did you see who won?\"\n\n\"They saw it,\" said Tadaaki." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold off!\" he told his men, sheathing his sword and returning to the veranda of his study.\n\nSummoning Omitsu, he told her to tie up his hair. While she was doing this, he caught his breath. His chest glistened with rivulets of sweat.\n\nAn old saying came back to his mind: it is easy to surpass a predecessor, but difficult to avoid being surpassed by a successor. He'd been enjoying the fruits of hard training in his youth, complacent in the knowledge that his Ittō Style was no less flourishing than the Yagyū Style. Meanwhile society was giving birth to new geniuses like Kojirō. The realization came as a bitter shock, but he was not the sort of man to ignore it.\n\nWhen Omitsu was finished, he said, \"Give our young guest some water to rinse his mouth out with and show him back to the guest room.\"\n\nThe faces of the students around him were white with shock. Some were forcing back tears; others stared resentfully at their master.\n\n\"We'll assemble in the dōjō,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now.\" He himself led the way.\n\nTadaaki took his place on the raised seat in front and silently contemplated the three rows of his followers sitting facing him.\n\nAt length he lowered his eyes and said quietly, \"I fear that I, too, have become old. As I look back, it seems to me my best days as a swordsman were when I defeated that devil Zenki. By the time this school was opened and people began talking about the Ono group on Saikachi Slope, calling the Ittō Style unbeatable, I'd already passed my peak as a swordsman.\"\n\nThe meaning of the words was so alien to their customary way of thinking that the students could not believe their ears.\n\nHis voice became firmer, and he looked directly at their doubting, discontented faces. \"In my opinion, this is something that happens to all men. Age creeps up on us while we're not looking. Times change. The followers surpass their leaders. A younger generation opens up a new way... This is the way it ought to be, for the world advances only through change. Yet this is inadmissible in the field of swordsmanship. The Way of the Sword must be a way that does not permit a man to age.\n\n\"Ittōsai... I don't know if he's still alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I've had no word from my master for years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After Koganegahara, he took the tonsure and retreated to the mountains. His aim, he said, was to study the sword, to practice Zen, to search for the Way of Life and Death, to climb the great peak of perfect enlightenment.\n\n\"Now it's my turn. After today, I could no longer hold my head up before my master... I regret I haven't lived a better life.\"\n\n\"M-m-master!\" broke in Negoro Hachikurō. \"You say you lost, but we don't believe you'd lose to a man like Kojirō under normal circumstances, even if he is young. There must have been something wrong today.\"\n\n\"Something wrong?\" Tadaaki shook his head and chuckled. \"Nothing wrong. Kojirō's young. But that's not why I lost. I lost because the times have changed.\"\n\n\"What does that mean?\"\n\n\"Listen and see.\" He looked from Hachikurō to the other silent faces. \"I'll try to make it brief, because Kojirō is waiting for me. I want you to listen carefully to my thoughts and my hopes for the future.\"\n\nHe then informed them that as of this day, he was retiring from the dōjō. His intention was not to retire in the ordinary sense but to follow in the footsteps of Ittōsai and go out in search of great enlightenment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is my first great hope,\" he told them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next, he requested Itō Magobei, his nephew, to take charge of his only son, Tadanari." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magobei was also enjoined to report the day's happenings to the shogunate and explain that Tadaaki had decided to become a Buddhist priest.\n\nThen he said, \"I have no deep regrets over my defeat by a younger man. What does trouble and shame me is this: new fighters like Sasaki are appearing in other quarters, but not a single swordsman of his caliber has come out of the Ono School. I think I know why. A lot of you are hereditary vassals of the shōgun. You've let your status go to your heads. After a bit of training, you begin congratulating yourselves on being masters of the 'invincible Ittō Style.' You're too self-satisfied.\"\n\n\"Wait, sir,\" Hyōsuke protested in a trembling voice. \"That's not fair. Not all of us are lazy and arrogant. We don't all neglect our studies.\"\n\n\"Shut up!\" Tadaaki glared at him fiercely. \"Laxness on the part of students is a reflection of laxness on the part of the teacher. I'm confessing my own shame now, passing judgment on myself.\n\n\"The task ahead of you is to eliminate laxness, to make the Ono School a center where youthful talent can develop correctly. It must become a training ground for the future. Unless it does, my leaving and making way for a reform will accomplish nothing.\"\n\nAt last, the sincerity of his statement began to take effect. His students hung their heads, pondering his words, each reflecting on his own shortcomings.\n\n\"Hamada,\" said Tadaaki.\n\nToranosuke replied, \"Yes, sir,\" but he was obviously taken by surprise. Under Tadaaki's cold stare, his own eyes dropped to the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stand up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" he said, without rising." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stand up! This instant.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'remember' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Toranosuke rose to his feet. The others looked on mutely.\n\n\"I'm expelling you from the school.\" He paused to let this sink in. \"But in doing so, I hope there will come a day when you'll have mended your ways, learned discipline and grasped the meaning of the Art of War. Perhaps at that time we can be together again as teacher and student. Now get out!\"\n\n\"M-master, why? I don't remember doing anything to deserve this.\"\n\n\"You don't remember because you don't understand the Art of War. If you think about it long and carefully, you'll see.\"\n\n\"Tell me, please. I can't leave until you do.\" The veins stood out on his forehead.\n\n\"All right. Cowardice is the most shameful weakness a samurai can be accused of. The Art of War admonishes strictly against it. It is an ironclad rule at this school that any man guilty of a cowardly act must be expelled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nevertheless, you, Hamada Toranosuke, let several weeks pass after your brother's death before challenging Sasaki Kojirō. In the meantime, you ran around trying to take revenge on some insignificant melon vendor. And yesterday you took this man's aged mother captive and brought her here. Do you call that conduct becoming a samurai?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But, sir, you don't understand. I did it to draw Kojirō out.\" He was about to launch into a spirited defense, but Tadaaki cut him short.\n\n\"That's precisely what I mean by cowardice. If you wanted to fight Kojirō, why didn't you go directly to his house? Why didn't you send him a message challenging him? Why didn't you declare your name and your purpose?\"\n\n\"W-w-well, I did consider those things, but—\"\n\n\"Consider? There was nothing to stop you from doing that. But you adopted the cowardly ruse of getting others to help you lure Kojirō here so you could attack him en masse. By comparison, Kojirō's attitude was admirable.\" Tadaaki paused. \"He came alone, to see me personally. Refusing to have anything to do with a coward, he challenged me, on the grounds that a student's misconduct is his teacher's misconduct.\n\n\"The result of the confrontation between his sword and mine revealed a shameful crime. I now humbly confess that crime.\"\n\nThe room was deathly quiet.\n\n\"Now, Toranosuke, upon reflection, do you still believe yourself to be a samurai without shame?\"\n\n\"Forgive me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get out.\"\n\nEyes downcast, Toranosuke walked backward ten paces and knelt on the floor with his arms before him, preparatory to bowing.\n\n\"I wish you the best of health, sir... And the same to the rest of you.\" His voice was dark.\n\nHe rose and walked sadly from the dōjō.\n\nTadaaki stood up. \"I, too, must take my leave of the world.\" Suppressed sobs were audible. His final words were stern, yet full of affection. \"Why mourn? Your day has come. It's up to you to see that this school advances into a new age with honor. Beginning now, be humble, work hard and try with all your might to cultivate your spirit.\"\n\nReturning to the guest room, Tadaaki appeared quite unperturbed as he quietly took a seat and addressed Kojirō.\n\nAfter apologizing for keeping him waiting, he said, \"I've just expelled Hamada. I advised him to change his ways, to try to understand the real meaning of the samurai's discipline. I intend, of course, to release the old woman. Would you like to take her back with you, or should I arrange for her to go later?\"\n\n\"I'm satisfied with what you've done. She can go with me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kojirō moved as though to rise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bout had completely drained him, and the subsequent wait had seemed very, very long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't go yet,\" said Tadaaki." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now that it's all over, let's have a cup together and let bygones be bygones.\" Clapping his hands, he called, \"Omitsu! Bring some sake.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" said Kojirō. \"It's kind of you to ask me.\" He smiled and said hypocritically, \"I know now why Ono Tadaaki and the Ittō Style are so famous.\" He had no respect whatsoever for Tadaaki.\n\n\"If his natural talents are developed in the right way,\" thought Tadaaki, \"the world will bow at his feet. But if he takes the wrong turn, there's another Zenki in the making.\"\n\n\"If you were my student—\" The words were on the tip of Tadaaki's tongue. Instead of saying them, he laughed and replied modestly to Kojirō's flattery.\n\nIn the course of their conversation, Musashi's name came up and Kojirō learned he was under consideration to become one of the select group of men who gave lessons to the shōgun.\n\nKojirō merely said, \"Oh?\" But his expression betrayed his displeasure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning his eyes quickly toward the setting sun, he insisted it was time for him to go." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not many days after that, Tadaaki vanished from Edo. He had the reputation of being a simple, straightforward warrior, the embodiment of honesty and selflessness, but a man who lacked Munenori's knack for politics. Not understanding why a man who could apparently accomplish anything he set his mind to would flee the world, people were consumed with curiosity and read all sorts of meanings into his disappearance.\n\nAs a result of his failure, Tadaaki, it was said, had lost his mind." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and lore may appear without context - work with what's given.\n\nAuthor style: Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan and Iori arrived at Lord Hōjō Ujikatsu's mansion in Ushigome later the same day. A young retainer stationed at the gate went to announce Takuan, and a few minutes later Shinzō came out.\n\n\"My father is at Edo Castle,\" said Shinzō. \"Won't you come in and wait?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At the castle?\" said Takuan." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'would' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll go on then, since that's where I was headed anyway. Would you mind if I left Iori here with you?\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" replied Shinzō with a smile and a quick glance at Iori. \"May I order a palanquin for you?\"\n\n\"If you would.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lacquered palanquin was barely out of sight before Iori was at the stables, inspecting Lord Ujikatsu's well-fed chestnut browns and dappled grays one by one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He particularly admired their faces, which he thought much more aristocratic than those of workhorses of his acquaintance. There was a mystery here, though: how could the warrior class afford to keep large numbers of horses standing idle, instead of having them out working the fields?\n\nHe was just beginning to imagine cavalrymen riding into battle when Shinzō's loud voice distracted him. He looked toward the house, expecting a scolding, but saw that the object of Shinzō's wrath was a thin old woman with a staff and a stubbornly set face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pretending to be out!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "💬 Please integrate this quote: \"I gather you're his lordship's son. Do you know how many times I've come here trying to see your father? Not a few, I'll tell you, and every time I've been told he's out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "shouted Shinzō. \"Why would my father have to pretend to an old hag he doesn't even know?\"\n\n\"My, aren't you angry?\" Osugi said sarcastically. \"I gather you're his lordship's son. Do you know how many times I've come here trying to see your father? Not a few, I'll tell you, and every time I've been told he's out.\"\n\nA little rattled, Shinzō said, \"It doesn't have anything to do with how many times you come. My father doesn't like to receive people. If he doesn't want to see you, why do you keep coming back?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Undaunted, Osugi cackled, \"Doesn't like to see people! Why does he live among them, then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bared her teeth.\n\nThe idea of calling her a dirty name and letting her hear the click of his sword being released crossed Shinzō's mind, but he didn't want to make an unseemly show of temper, nor was he sure it would work.\n\n\"My father is not here,\" he said in an ordinary tone of voice. \"Why don't you sit down and tell me what this is all about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I think I'll accept your kind offer. It's been a long walk and my legs are tired.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat down on the edge of the step and began rubbing her knees. \"When you speak softly to me, young man, I feel ashamed for raising my voice. Now, I want you to convey what I say to your father when he comes home.\"\n\n\"I'll be glad to do that.\"\n\n\"I came to tell him about Miyamoto Musashi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Puzzled, Shinzō asked, \"Has something happened to Musashi?\"\n\n\"No, I want your father to know what kind of man he is. When Musashi was seventeen, he went to Sekigahara and fought against the Tokugawas. Against the Tokugawas, do you hear? What's more, he's done so many evil deeds in Mimasaka that no one there has anything good to say about him. He killed any number of people, and he's been running away from me for years because I've been trying to take my rightful revenge on him. Musashi's a useless vagabond, and he's dangerous!\"\n\n\"Now, wait—\"\n\n\"No, just listen! Musashi started playing around with the woman my son was engaged to. He actually stole her and made off with her.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"What good will it do the country to slander Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold on now,\" said Shinzō, raising his hand in protest. \"Why tell such stories about Musashi?\"\n\n\"I'm doing it for the sake of the country,\" Osugi said smugly.\n\n\"What good will it do the country to slander Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Osugi rearranged herself and said, \"I hear that slick-tongued rogue is soon to be appointed an instructor in the shōgun's house.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where did you hear that?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'musashi' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A man who was at the Ono dōjō. I heard it with my own ears.\"\n\n\"Did you, now?\"\n\n\"A swine like Musashi shouldn't even be allowed in the shōgun's presence, let alone be appointed tutor. A teacher to the House of Tokugawa is a teacher to the nation. It makes me sick just to think of it. I'm here to warn Lord Hōjō, because I hear he recommended Musashi. Do you understand now?\" She sucked in the saliva at the corners of her mouth and went on: \"I'm sure it's to the country's benefit to warn your father. And let me warn you too. Be careful you don't get taken in by Musashi's smooth talk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fearing she might go on in this vein for hours, Shinzō summoned his last ounce of patience, swallowed hard and said, \"Thank you. I understand what you've said. I'll pass it on to my father.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please do!\"\n\nWith the air of someone who has finally achieved a cherished goal, Osugi got up and walked toward the gate, her sandals flopping noisily on the path. \"Filthy old hag!\" cried a boyish voice.\n\nStartled, Osugi barked, \"What?... What?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "and looked around until she spotted Iori among the trees, showing his teeth like a horse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eat that!\" he shouted, and flung a pomegranate at her. It struck so hard it broke.\n\n\"Ow-w-w!\" screamed Osugi, clutching at her chest.\n\nShe bent to pick up something to throw at him, but he ran out of sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ran to the stable and was looking inside when a large, soft lump of horse manure struck her squarely in the face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sputtering and spitting, Osugi wiped the mess from her face with her fingers, and the tears began to flow. To think that traveling about the country on her son's behalf had led to this sort of thing!\n\nIori watched at a safe distance from behind a tree. Seeing her weeping like an infant, he was suddenly very ashamed of himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He half wanted to go and apologize to her before she got out the gate, but his fury at hearing her malign Musashi had not subsided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caught between pity and hatred, he stood there for a time biting his fingernails.\n\n\"Come up here, Iori. You can see the red Fuji.\" Shinzō's voice came from a room high up on the hill.\n\nWith a great sense of relief, Iori ran off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mount Fuji?\" The vision of the peak dyed crimson in the evening light emptied his mind of all other thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shinzō, too, seemed to have forgotten his conversation with Osugi.\n\nLand of Dreams\n\nIeyasu turned the office of shōgun over to Hidetada in 1605 but continued to govern from his castle in Suruga. Now that the work of laying the foundations for the new regime was largely completed, he was beginning to let Hidetada take over his rightful duties." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he yielded his authority, Ieyasu had asked his son what he intended to do.\n\nHidetada's reply, \"I'm going to build,\" was said to please the old shōgun immensely.\n\nIn contrast to Edo, Osaka was still preoccupied with preparations for the final battle. Illustrious generals laid secret plots, couriers carried messages to certain fiefs, displaced military leaders and rōnin were provided with solace and compensation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ammunition was stockpiled, lances polished, moats deepened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And more and more townsmen deserted the western cities for the booming city in the east, frequently changing loyalties, for the fear lingered that a Toyotomi victory might mean a reversion to chronic strife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To the daimyō and higher-ranking vassals who had yet to decide whether to entrust the fate of their children and grandchildren to Edo or Osaka, the impressive construction program in Edo was an argument in favor of the Tokugawas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today, as on many other days, Hidetada was engaged in one of his favorite pastimes. Dressed as though for a country outing, he left the main encirclement and went to the hill at Fukiage to inspect the construction work.\n\nAt about the time the shōgun and his retinue of ministers, personal attendants and Buddhist priests stopped for a rest, a commotion broke out at the bottom of Momiji Hill.\n\n\"Stop the son of a bitch!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Catch him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A well digger was running around in circles, trying to shake off the carpenters who were chasing him. He darted like a hare between stacks of lumber and hid briefly behind a plasterers' hut. Then he made a dash for the scaffolding on the outer wall and began climbing.\n\nCursing loudly, a couple of the carpenters climbed after him and caught hold of his feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The well digger, arms waving frantically, fell back into a pile of shavings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The carpenters fell on him, kicking and beating him from all sides. For some strange reason, he neither cried out nor attempted to resist, but clung as tightly as he could to the ground, as if that was his only hope.\n\nThe samurai in charge of the carpenters and the inspector of workmen came running up.\n\n\"What's going on here?\" asked the samurai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He stepped on my square, the filthy pig!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"What would you do if he walked on your sword?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "one carpenter whined. \"A square is a carpenter's soul!\"\n\n\"Get hold of yourself.\"\n\n\"What would you do if he walked on your sword?\" demanded the carpenter.\n\n\"All right, that's enough. The shōgun is resting up there on the hill.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hearing the shōgun mentioned, the first carpenter quieted down, but another man said, \"He's got to go wash. Then he's got to bow to the square and apologize!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll take care of the punishment,\" said the inspector." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You men go back to work.\"\n\nHe seized the prostrate man by the collar and said, \"Lift your face.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"You're one of the well diggers, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing down here? This isn't where you work.\"\n\n\"He was around here yesterday too,\" said the carpenter.\n\n\"Was he?\" said the inspector, staring at Matahachi's pale face and noticing that for a well digger he was a little too delicate, a little too refined.\n\nHe conferred with the samurai for a minute, then led Matahachi away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi was locked in a woodshed behind the Office of the Inspector of Workmen and for the next several days had nothing to look at but some firewood, a sack or two of charcoal and barrels for making pickles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fearing the plot would be discovered, he was soon in a state of terror.\n\nOnce inside the castle, he'd reconsidered and decided that if it meant being a well digger the rest of his life, he wasn't going to become an assassin. He'd seen the shōgun and his entourage several times and done nothing.\n\nWhat took him to the foot of Momiji Hill whenever he could manage it during his rest periods was an unforeseen complication." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A library was to be built, and when it was, the locust tree would be moved. Matahachi guiltily supposed the musket would be uncovered and this would link him directly to the plot. But he hadn't been able to find a time when no one was around to dig up the musket and throw it away.\n\nEven when sleeping, he'd break out in a sweat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once he dreamed he was in the land of the dead, and wherever he looked there were locust trees. A few nights after his confinement in the woodshed, in a vision as clear as day, he dreamed of his mother. Instead of taking pity on him, Osugi shouted angrily and threw a basketful of cocoons at him. When the cocoons rained down on his head, he tried to run away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pursued him, her hair mysteriously transformed into white cocoons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He ran and ran, but she was always behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bathed in sweat, he jumped off a cliff and began falling through the darkness of hell, falling endlessly through blackness.\n\n\"Mother! Forgive me,\" he cried out like a hurt child, and the sound of his own voice awakened him. The reality he woke to—the prospect of death—was more terrifying than the dream.\n\nHe tried the door, which was locked, as he already knew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In desperation he climbed up a pickle barrel, broke a small window near the roof and squeezed through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Using piles of lumber and rock and small hills of excavated dirt for cover, he made his way stealthily to the vicinity of the western rear gate. The locust tree was still there. He sighed with relief.\n\nHe found a hoe and started digging as if he expected to discover his own life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unnerved by the noise he was making, he stopped and looked all around him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing no one, he began again.\n\nThe fear that someone had already found the musket made him swing the hoe frantically. His breathing became rapid and uneven. Sweat and grime mixed, making him look as if he'd just come from a mud bath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was beginning to get dizzy, but he could not stop." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: wasn't, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blade struck something long. Casting the hoe aside, he reached down to pull it out, thinking: \"I've got it.\"\n\nHis relief was short-lived. The object wasn't wrapped in oil paper, there was no box, and it wasn't cool like metal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took hold, held it up and dropped it. It was a slender white wristbone or shinbone.\n\nMatahachi did not have the heart to pick up the hoe again. It seemed like another nightmare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he knew he was awake; he could count every leaf of the locust tree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What would Daizō have to gain by lying?\" he wondered, as he walked around the tree, kicking at the dirt.\n\nHe was still circling the tree when a figure walked quietly up behind him and slapped him lightly on the back. With a loud laugh, right beside Matahachi's ear, he said, \"You won't find it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi's whole body went limp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He almost fell into the hole." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning his head toward the voice, he stared blankly for several minutes before uttering a little croak of astonishment.\n\n\"Come with me,\" said Takuan, taking him by the hand.\n\nMatahachi could not move. His fingers went numb, and he clawed at the priest's hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A chill of abject horror spread from his heels upward." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'takuan' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't you hear? Come with me,\" said Takuan, scolding with his eyes.\n\nMatahachi's tongue was almost as useless as a mute's. \"Th-this... fix... dirt... I—\"\n\nIn a pitiless tone, Takuan said, \"Leave it. It's a waste of time. The things people do on this earth, good or bad, are like ink on porous paper. They cannot be erased, not in a thousand years. You imagine that kicking a little dirt around will undo what you've done. It's because you think like that that your life is so untidy. Now come with me. You're a criminal, your crime heinous. I'm going to cut off your head with a bamboo saw and cast you into the Pool of Blood in hell.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He seized Matahachi's earlobe and pulled him along.\n\nTakuan rapped on the door of the shed where the kitchen helpers slept.\n\n\"One of you boys come out here,\" he said.\n\nA boy came out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he recognized the priest he'd seen talking with the shōgun, he came awake and said, \"Yes, sir. Can I do something for you?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: there's, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want you to open that woodshed.\"\n\n\"There's a well digger locked up in there.\"\n\n\"He isn't in there. He's right here. There's no point in putting him back in through the window, so open the door.\"\n\nThe boy hastened to fetch the inspector, who rushed out, apologizing and begging Takuan not to report the matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan shoved Matahachi into the shed, went inside and closed the door." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'razor' 3 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few minutes later, he poked his head out and said, \"You must have a razor somewhere. Sharpen it and bring it here.\"\n\nThe inspector and the kitchen helper looked at each other, neither daring to ask the priest why he wanted the razor. Then they honed the razor and handed it over to him.\n\n\"Thanks,\" said Takuan. \"Now you can go back to bed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The inside of the shed was pitch black, only a glimpse of starlight being visible through the broken window." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Takuan seated himself on a pile of kindling. Matahachi slumped down on a reed mat, hanging his head in shame. For a long time there was silence. Unable to see the razor, Matahachi wondered nervously whether Takuan was holding it in his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last Takuan spoke. \"Matahachi, what did you dig up under the locust tree?\"\n\nSilence.\n\n\"I could show you how to dig up something. It would mean extracting something from nothingness, recovering the real world from a land of dreams.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You haven't the least idea what the reality I'm talking about is. No doubt you are still in your world of fantasy. Well, since you're as naive as an infant, I suppose I'll have to chew your intellectual food for you... How old are you?\"\n\n\"Twenty-eight.\"\n\n\"The same age as Musashi.\"\n\nMatahachi put his hands to his face and wept." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan did not speak until he had cried himself out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he said, \"Isn't it frightening to think that the locust tree nearly became the grave marker of a fool? You were digging your own grave, actually on the verge of putting yourself into it.\"\n\nMatahachi flung his arms around Takuan's legs and pleaded, \"Save me. Please save me. My eyes... my eyes are open now. I was taken in by Daizō of Narai.\"\n\n\"No, your eyes are not open. Nor did Daizō deceive you. He simply tried to make use of the biggest fool on earth—a greedy, unsophisticated, petty-minded dolt who nevertheless had the temerity to take on a task any sensible man would shrink from.\"\n\n\"Yes... yes... I was a fool.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just who did you think this Daizō was?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know.\"\n\n\"His real name is Mizoguchi Shinano. He was a retainer of Ōtani Yoshitsugu, who's a close friend of Ishida Mitsunari. Mitsunari, you will remember, was one of the losers at Sekigahara.\"\n\n\"N-no,\" gasped Matahachi. \"He's one of the warriors the shogunate is trying to track down?\"\n\n\"What else would a man out to assassinate the shōgun be? Your stupidity is appalling.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't tell me that. He just said he hated the Tokugawas. He thought it'd be better for the country if the Toyotomis were in power. He was talking about working for the sake of everybody.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "💬 Please integrate this quote: \"What am I to do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't bother to ask yourself who he really was, did you? Without once using your head, you went boldly about the business of digging your own grave. Your kind of courage is frightening, Matahachi.\"\n\n\"What am I to do?\"\n\n\"Do?\"\n\n\"Please, Takuan, please, help me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let go of me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'jōtarō' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But... but I didn't actually use the gun. I didn't even find it!\"\n\n\"Of course you didn't. It didn't arrive on time. If Jōtarō, whom Daizō duped into becoming a part of this dreadful plot, had reached Edo as planned, the musket might very well have been buried under the tree.\"\n\n\"Jōtarō? You mean the boy—\"\n\n\"Never mind. That doesn't concern you. What does concern you is the crime of treason, which you have committed and which cannot be pardoned. Nor can it be condoned by the gods and the Buddha. You may as well stop thinking about being saved.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't there any way...?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Certainly not!\"\n\n\"Have mercy,\" sobbed Matahachi, clinging to Takuan's knees.\n\nTakuan stood up and kicked him away. \"Idiot!\" he shouted in a voice that threatened to lift the roof off the shed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ferocity of his glare was beyond description—a Buddha refusing to be clung to, a terrifying Buddha unwilling to save even the penitent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a second or two, Matahachi met the look resentfully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then his head dropped in resignation, and his body was racked with sobs.\n\nTakuan took the razor from the top of the woodpile and touched Matahachi's head with it lightly.\n\n\"As long as you're going to die, you may as well die looking like a disciple of the Buddha. Out of friendship, I'll help you do that. Close your eyes and sit quietly with your legs crossed. The line between life and death is not thicker than an eyelid. There is nothing frightening about death, nothing to cry over. Don't weep, child, don't weep. Takuan will prepare you for the end.\"\n\nThe room where the shōgun's Council of Elders met to discuss matters of state was isolated from other parts of Edo Castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This secret chamber was completely enclosed by other rooms and hallways." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whenever it was necessary to receive a decision from the shōgun, the ministers would either go to his audience chamber or send a petition in a lacquered box." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Notes and replies had been going back and forth with unusual frequency, and Takuan and Lord Hōjō had been admitted to the room several times, often remaining there for day-long deliberations.\n\nOn this particular day, in another room, less isolated but no less well guarded, the ministers had heard the report of the envoy sent to Kiso.\n\nHe said that though there had been no delay in acting on the order for Daizō's arrest, Daizō had escaped after closing up his establishment in Narai, taking his entire household with him. A search had brought to light a substantial supply of arms and ammunition, together with a few documents that had escaped destruction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The papers included letters to and from Toyotomi supporters in Osaka." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The envoy had arranged for shipment of the evidence to the shōgun's capital and then rushed back to Edo by fast horse.\n\nThe ministers felt like fishermen who had cast a big net and not caught so much as a single minnow.\n\nThe very next day, a retainer of Lord Sakai, who was a member of the Council of Elders, made a report of a different sort: \"In accordance with your lordship's instructions, Miyamoto Musashi has been released from prison. He was handed over to a man named Musō Gonnosuke, to whom we explained in detail how the misunderstanding came about.\"\n\nLord Sakai promptly informed Takuan, who said lightly, \"Very good of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please ask your friend Musashi not to think too badly of us,\" said Lord Sakai apologetically, uncomfortably aware of the error made in the territory under his jurisdiction.\n\nOne of the problems solved most quickly was that of Daizō's base of operations in Edo. Officials under the Commissioner of Edo descended on the pawnshop in Shibaura and in one swift move confiscated everything, both property and secret documents. In the process, the unlucky Akemi was taken into custody, though she was completely in the dark regarding her patron's treacherous plans." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Received in audience by the shōgun one evening, Takuan related events as he knew them and told him how everything had turned out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He ended by saying, \"Please do not forget for a moment that there are many more Daizōs of Narai in this world.\"\n\nHidetada accepted the warning with a vigorous nod.\n\n\"If you attempt to search out all such men and bring them to justice,\" Takuan continued, \"all your time and effort will be consumed in coping with insurgents. You won't be able to carry out the great work expected of you as your father's successor.\"\n\nThe shōgun perceived the truth of Takuan's words and took them to heart." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'leave' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let the punishments be light,\" he directed. \"Since you reported the conspiracy, I leave it to you to decide the penalties.\"\n\nAfter expressing his heartfelt thanks, Takuan said, \"Quite without intending to, I see I've been here at the castle for more than a month. It's time to leave now. I'll go to Koyagyū in Yamato to visit Lord Sekishūsai. Then I'll return to the Daitokuji, traveling by way of the Senshū district.\"\n\nMention of Sekishūsai seemed to evoke a pleasant memory for Hidetada." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: hidetada, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How is old Yagyū's health?\" he asked.\n\n\"Unfortunately, I'm told that Lord Munenori thinks the end is near.\"\n\nHidetada recalled a time when he had been at the Shōkokuji encampment and Sekishūsai had been received by Ieyasu. Hidetada had been a child at the time, and Sekishūsai's manly bearing had made a deep impression on him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan broke the silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There is one other matter,\" he said. \"In consultation with the Council of Elders and with their permission, Lord Hōjō of Awa and I have recommended a samurai by the name of Miyamoto Musashi to be a tutor in your excellency's household. I hope that you will look favorably upon this recommendation.\"\n\n\"I've been informed of that. It's said that the House of Hosokawa is interested in him, which is very much to his favor. I have decided it would be all right to appoint one more tutor.\"\n\nIt was a day or two before Takuan left the castle, and in the time he acquired a new disciple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Going to the woodshed behind the inspector's office, he had one of the kitchen helpers open the door for him, letting the light fall on a freshly shaven head.\n\nTemporarily blinded, the novice, who thought himself a condemned man, slowly lifted his downcast eyes and said, \"Ah!\"\n\n\"Come,\" said Takuan.\n\nWearing the priest's robe Takuan had sent him, Matahachi stood up unsteadily on legs that felt as if they had begun to decay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan gently put his arm around him and helped him out of the shed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The day of retribution had arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind his eyelids, closed in resignation, Matahachi could see the reed mat on which he would be forced to kneel before the executioner raised his sword. Apparently he had forgotten that traitors faced an ignominious death by hanging. Tears trickled down his cleanshaven cheeks.\n\n\"Can you walk?\" asked Takuan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi thought he was replying; in fact, no sound came out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was barely conscious of going through the castle gates and crossing the bridges spanning the inner and outer moats. Trudging along dolefully beside Takuan, he was the perfect image of the proverbial sheep being led to slaughter. \"Hail to the Buddha Amida, hail to the Buddha Amida... \" Silently he repeated the invocation to the Buddha of Eternal Light.\n\nMatahachi squinted and looked beyond the outer moat at stately daimyō mansions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Farther to the east lay Hibiya Village; beyond, the streets of the downtown district were visible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The floating world called out to him anew, and along with his yearning for it, fresh tears came to his eyes. He closed them and rapidly repeated, \"Hail to the Buddha Amida, hail to the Buddha Amida... \" The supplication became first audible, then louder and louder, faster and faster.\n\n\"Hurry up,\" Takuan said sternly.\n\nFrom the moat, they turned toward Ōtemachi and cut diagonally across a large vacant lot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matahachi felt he had walked a thousand miles already." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would the road simply go on like this all the way to hell, daylight gradually giving way to utter darkness?\n\n\"Wait here,\" commanded Takuan. They were in the middle of a flat open area; to the left, muddy water came down the moat from Tokiwa Bridge.\n\nDirectly across the street was an earthen wall, only recently covered with white plaster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond this was the stockade of the new prison and a group of black buildings, which looked like ordinary town houses but was actually the official residence of the Commissioner of Edo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His legs quaking, Matahachi could no longer support himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He plopped down on the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere in the grass, the cry of a quail suggested the pathway to the land of the dead.\n\nRun for it? His feet were not bound, nor were his hands. But no, he thought, he couldn't get away with it. If the shōgun decided he was worth finding, there would not be a leaf, a blade of grass, to hide behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In his heart, he cried out to his mother, who at this moment seemed very dear to him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'again' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If only he had never left her side, he wouldn't be here now. He recalled other women too: Okō, Akemi, Otsū, others he had been fond of or dallied with. But his mother was the only woman he genuinely longed to see. If only he were given the opportunity to go on living, he was certain he would never again go against her will, never again be an unfilial son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt a damp chill on the back of his neck. He looked up at three wild geese winging their way toward the bay and envied them.\n\nThe urge to take flight was like an itch. And why not? He had nothing to lose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he were caught, he would be no worse off than he was now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a desperate look in his eyes, he glanced toward the gate across the street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No sign of Takuan.\n\nHe jumped up and started to run.\n\n\"Stop!\"\n\nThe loud voice alone was enough to break his spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked around and saw one of the commissioner's executioners." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man stepped forward and brought his long staff down on Matahachi's shoulder, felling him with one blow, then pinned him down with the staff, as a child might pin down a frog with a stick.\n\nWhen Takuan came out of the commissioner's residence, he was accompanied by several guards, including a captain. They led out another prisoner, who was tied up with a rope.\n\nThe captain selected the place where the punishment would be carried out, and two freshly woven reed mats were spread on the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall we get on with it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked Takuan, who nodded his assent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As captain and priest sat down on stools to watch, the executioner shouted, \"Stand up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "and lifted his staff. Matahachi dragged himself to his feet but was too weak to walk. The executioner seized him angrily by the back of his robe and half dragged him to one of the mats.\n\nHe sat. His head dropped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could no longer hear the quail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though he was conscious of voices, they sounded indistinct, as though separated from him by a wall.\n\nHearing his name whispered, he looked up in surprise.\n\n\"Akemi!\" he gasped. \"What are you doing here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was kneeling on the other mat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No talking!\" Two of the guards made use of their staffs to separate them.\n\nThe captain stood up and began reading the official judgments and sentences in stern, dignified tones. Akemi held back her tears, but Matahachi wept shamelessly. The captain finished, sat down and shouted, \"Strike.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two low-ranking guards carrying long switches of split bamboo pranced into position and began systematically lashing the prisoners across the back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One. Two. Three,\" they counted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi moaned. Akemi, head bowed and face ashen, clamped her teeth together with all her might in an effort to bear the pain.\n\n\"Seven. Eight. Nine.\" The switches frayed; smoke seemed to rise from their tips.\n\nA few passersby stopped at the edge of the lot to watch.\n\n\"What's going on?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two prisoners being punished, it looks like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A hundred lashes, probably.\"\n\n\"They're not even to fifty yet.\"\n\n\"Must hurt.\"\n\nA guard approached and startled them by thumping the ground sharply with his staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Off with you. You're not allowed to stand here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gawkers moved to a safer distance and, looking back, saw that the punishment was over. The guards discarded their switches, which were now only bundles of flabby strands, and wiped the sweat off their faces.\n\nTakuan stood up. The captain was already on his feet. They exchanged amenities, and the captain led his men back toward the commissioner's compound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan stood still for several minutes, looking at the bowed figures on the mats." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He said nothing before walking away.\n\nThe shōgun had bestowed a number of gifts on him; these he had donated to various Zen temples in the city. Yet the gossips of Edo were soon at it again. According to which rumor one heard, he was an ambitious priest who meddled in politics." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or one the Tokugawas had persuaded to spy on the Osaka faction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or a \"black-robed\" conspirator.\n\nThe rumors meant nothing to Takuan. Though he cared very much about the welfare of the nation, it made little difference to him whether the gaudy flowers of the time—the castles at Edo and Osaka—blossomed or fell.\n\nA few thin rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds; the voice of the quail was audible again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Neither of the forms moved for quite some time, though neither had completely lost consciousness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally Akemi mumbled, \"Matahachi, look—water.\" Before them were two wooden pails of water, each with a dipper, placed there as evidence that the Office of the Commissioner was not entirely heartless.\n\nAfter gulping down several mouthfuls, Akemi offered the dipper to Matahachi. When he failed to respond, she asked, \"What's the matter? Don't you want any?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly he reached out and took the dipper. Once it touched his lips, he drank ravenously.\n\n\"Matahachi, have you become a priest?\"\n\n\"Huh?... Is that all?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is what all?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is the punishment over? They haven't cut off our heads yet.\"\n\n\"They weren't supposed to. Didn't you hear the man read the sentences?\"\n\n\"What did he say?\"\n\n\"He said we were to be banished from Edo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm alive!\" he shrieked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost insane with joy, he jumped up and walked away without so much as a backward glance at Akemi.\n\nShe put her hands to her head and began to fuss with her hair. Then she adjusted her kimono and tightened her obi. \"Shameless,\" she muttered through crooked lips. Matahachi was only a speck on the horizon." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and lore may appear without context - work with what's given.\n\nAuthor style: Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Iori came in, he asked, \"Did you want me?\" His eyes went immediately to the pouch in Gonnosuke's hand.\n\n\"Musashi said you were to take good care of this,\" said Gonnosuke, \"since it's the only keepsake you have from your father.\" He then explained that the two of them would be together until Musashi's return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori couldn't hide his disappointment, but not wanting to appear weak, he nodded halfheartedly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In answer to Takuan's inquiries, Iori told all he knew about his parents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When there were no more questions, he said, \"One thing I've never known is what became of my sister. My father didn't say much about her, and my mother died without telling me anything I can remember. I don't know where she lives, or whether she's alive or dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takuan placed the pouch on his knee and took out a crumpled piece of paper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he read the cryptic message Iori's father had written, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Staring hard at Iori, he said, \"This tells us something about your sister.\"\n\n\"I thought maybe it did, but I didn't understand it and neither did the priest at the Tokuganji.\"\n\nSkipping over the first part, Takuan read aloud: \"'Since I had resolved to die of starvation before serving a second lord, my wife and I wandered around for many years, living in the humblest circumstances." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One year we had to abandon our daughter at a temple in the central provinces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We put 'one sound of heaven' in her baby clothes and entrusted her future to the threshold of compassion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then we went on to another province.\n\n\"'Later, I acquired my thatched house in the fields of Shimōsa. I thought back to that earlier time, but the place was far away and we had had no word, so I feared it might not be in the girl's interest to try to find her. I consequently left matters as they were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'How cruel parents can be! I am reproved by the words of Minamoto no Sanetomo:\n\nEven the animals,\n\nWhich cannot speak their feelings," }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are not bereft of" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tender generous love\n\nOf parents for their offspring.\n\n'\"May my ancestors take pity on me for refusing to sully my honor as a samurai by taking a second lord. You are my son. No matter how much you crave success, do not eat dishonorable millet!'\"\n\nAs he placed the paper back in the pouch, Takuan said, \"You'll be able to see your sister. I've known her since I was a young man. Musashi knows her too. Come with us, Iori.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave no hint as to why he said this, nor did he mention Otsū or the \"sound of heaven,\" which he recognized to be her flute." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They all left together and hurried to the cabin, arriving shortly after the first rays of the rising sun touched it. It stood empty. On the edge of the plain was one white cloud." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writers block help pls. ill send something, u do 8 sentences. going for Eiji Yoshikawa vibe. note: might have existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'gonnosuke' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cherry blossoms were pale, past their prime, and the thistle blossoms were wilting, hinting nostalgically of the time centuries ago when Nara had been the capital. It was a little warm for walking, but neither Gonnosuke nor Iori tired of the road.\n\nIori tugged at Gonnosuke's sleeve and said worriedly, \"That man's still following us.\"\n\nKeeping his eyes straight ahead, Gonnosuke said, \"Pretend you don't see him.\"\n\n\"He's been behind us ever since we left the Kōfukuji.\"\n\n\"Umm.\"\n\n\"And he was at the inn where we stayed, wasn't he?\"\n\n\"Don't let it worry you. We don't have anything worth stealing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have our lives! They're not nothing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, ha. I keep my life locked up. Don't you?\"\n\n\"I can take care of myself.\" Iori tightened the grip of his left hand on his scabbard.\n\nGonnosuke knew the man was the mountain priest who had challenged Nankōbō the previous day, but couldn't imagine why he'd be tailing them.\n\nIori looked around again and said, \"He's not there anymore.\"\n\nGonnosuke looked back too. \"He probably got tired.\" He took a deep breath and added, \"But it does make me feel better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They put up at a farmer's house that night and early the next morning reached Amano in Kawachi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was a small village of low-eaved houses, behind which ran a stream of pristine mountain water. Gonnosuke had come to have the memorial tablet to his mother placed in the Kongōji, the so-called Women's Mount Kōya. But first he wanted to look up a woman named Oan, whom he had known since childhood, so there would be someone to burn incense before the tablet from time to time. If she could not be found, he intended to go on to Mount Kōya, the burial place of the rich and the mighty. He hoped he wouldn't have to; going there would make him feel like a beggar.\n\nAsking directions from a shopkeeper's wife, he was told that Oan was the wife of a brewer named Tōroku and their house was the fourth one on the right inside the temple gate.\n\nAs he went through the gate, Gonnosuke wondered if the woman knew what she was talking about, for there was a sign saying that bringing sake and leeks into the sacred compound was prohibited. How could there be a brewery there?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This little mystery was cleared up that evening by Tōroku, who had made them feel welcome and readily agreed to talk to the abbot about the memorial tablet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tōroku said that Toyotomi Hideyoshi had once tasted and expressed admiration for the sake made for use by the temple. The priests had then established the brewery to make sake for Hideyoshi and the other daimyō who contributed to the temple's support. Production had fallen off somewhat after Hideyoshi's death, but the temple still supplied a number of special patrons.\n\nWhen Gonnosuke and Iori awoke the next morning, Tōroku was already gone. He returned a little past noon and said that arrangements had been made.\n\nThe Kongōji was situated in the Amano River valley, amid peaks the color of jade. Gonnosuke, Iori and Tōroku stopped for a minute on the bridge leading to the main gate. Cherry blossoms floated in the water beneath the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke straightened his shoulders and an air of reverence seemed to settle over him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iori rearranged his collar.\n\nApproaching the main hall, they were greeted by the abbot, a tall, rather stout man wearing an ordinary priest's robe. A torn basket hat and a long staff would not have seemed unnatural.\n\n\"Is this the man who wants to have a service said for his mother?\" he asked in a friendly voice.\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" replied Tōroku, prostrating himself on the ground.\n\nHaving expected a stern-visaged cleric in gold brocade, Gonnosuke was somewhat confused in his greeting. He bowed and watched as the abbot came down from the porch, slipped his big feet into dirty straw sandals and came to a halt in front of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prayer beads in hand, the abbot directed them to follow him and a young priest fell in behind them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They passed the Hall of Yakushi, the refectory, the one-story treasure pagoda and the priests' living quarters. When they reached the Hall of Dainichi, the young priest came forward and spoke to the abbot. The latter nodded and the priest opened the door with an enormous key.\n\nEntering the large hall together, Gonnosuke and Iori knelt before the priests' dais. Fully ten feet above this was a huge golden statue of Dainichi, the universal Buddha of the esoteric sects. After a few moments, the abbot appeared from behind the altar, attired in his cassock, and arranged himself on the dais. The chanting of the sutra began, and he seemed to be subtly transformed into a dignified high priest, his authority evident in the set of his shoulders.\n\nGonnosuke clasped his hands in front of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small cloud seemed to pass before his eyes and from it emerged an image of Shiojiri Pass, where he and Musashi had tested each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mother was sitting to one side, straight as a board, looking worried, just as she had been when she called out the word that saved him in that fight.\n\n\"Mother,\" he thought, \"you don't have to worry about my future. Musashi has consented to be my teacher. The day is not far off when I'll be able to establish my own school. The world may be in turmoil, but I won't stray from the Way. Nor will I neglect my duties as a son... \"\n\nBy the time Gonnosuke came out of his reverie, the chanting had stopped and the abbot was gone. Beside him, Iori sat transfixed, his eyes glued to the face of Dainichi, a miracle of sculptural sensitivity carved by the great Unkei in the thirteenth century.\n\n\"Why are you staring so, Iori?\"\n\nWithout moving his eyes, the boy said, \"It's my sister. That Buddha looks like my sister.\"\n\nGonnosuke burst out laughing. \"What are you talking about? You've never even seen her. Anyway, no human could ever have the compassion and serenity of Dainichi.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori shook his head vigorously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have seen her. Near Lord Yagyū's residence in Edo. And talked to her. I didn't know she was my sister then, but just now, while the abbot was chanting, the Buddha's face turned into hers. She seemed to be saying something to me.\"\n\nThey went out and sat down on the porch, reluctant to break the spell of the visions they had experienced.\n\n\"The memorial service was for my mother,\" said Gonnosuke pensively. \"But it's been a good day for the living too. Sitting here like this, it's hard to believe fighting and bloodshed exist.\"\n\nThe metal spire of the treasure pagoda glistened like a jeweled sword in the rays of the setting sun; all the other buildings stood in deep shadow. Stone lanterns lined the darkened path leading up the steep hill to a Muromachi-style teahouse and a small mausoleum.\n\nNear the teahouse, an old nun, her head covered with a white silk bandanna, and a plump man of about fifty were sweeping leaves with straw brooms.\n\nThe nun sighed and said, \"I guess it's better than it was.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'tired' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Few people came to this part of the temple, even to clear away the winter's accumulation of leaves and bird skeletons.\n\n\"You must be tired, Mother,\" said the man. \"Why don't you sit down and rest? I'll finish up.\" He was dressed in a simple cotton kimono, sleeveless cloak, straw sandals, and leather socks with a cherry blossom design, and carried a short sword with an unadorned hilt made of sharkskin.\n\n\"I'm not tired,\" she replied with a little laugh. \"But what about you? You're not used to this. Aren't your hands chapped?\"\n\n\"No, not chapped, but they're covered with blisters.\"\n\nThe woman laughed again, saying, \"Now, isn't that a nice reminder to take home with you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't mind. I feel my heart's been purified. I hope that means our little offering of labor has pleased the gods.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, it's getting so dark. Let's leave the rest for tomorrow morning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke and Iori were standing by the porch now. Kōetsu and Myōshū came down the path slowly, hand in hand. When they got near the Dainichi Hall, both started and cried, \"Who's there?\"\n\nThen Myōshū said, \"It's been a lovely day, hasn't it? Have you come for sightseeing?\"\n\nGonnosuke bowed and said, \"No, I've had a sutra read for my mother.\"\n\n\"It's nice to meet young people who are grateful to their parents.\" She gave Iori a maternal pat on the head. \"Kōetsu, do you have any of those wheat cakes left?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taking a small package from his sleeve, Kōetsu offered it to Iori, saying, \"Forgive me for offering you leftovers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gonnosuke, may I accept it?\" asked Iori." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"It's an arduous path you've chosen. Who is your teacher?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" said Gonnosuke, thanking Kōetsu on Iori's behalf.\n\n\"From the way you talk, you seem to be from the east,\" said Myōshū. \"May I ask where you're going?\"\n\n\"It seems to be on an endless journey on a never-ending road. This boy and I are fellow disciples in the Way of the Sword.\"\n\n\"It's an arduous path you've chosen. Who is your teacher?\"\n\n\"His name is Miyamoto Musashi.\"\n\n\"Musashi? You don't say!\" Myōshū gazed into space, as though conjuring up a pleasant memory." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'asked' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where is Musashi now?\" asked Kōetsu. \"It's been a long time since last we saw him.\"\n\nGonnosuke told them of Musashi's fortunes during the past couple of years. As he listened, Kōetsu nodded and smiled, as if to say: \"That's what I'd expect of him.\"\n\nWhen he finished, Gonnosuke asked, \"May I inquire who you are?\"\n\n\"Oh, forgive me for not telling you before.\" Kōetsu introduced himself and his mother. \"Musashi stayed with us for a while, several years ago. We're very fond of him and often talk about him even now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He then told Gonnosuke about two or three incidents that had occurred when Musashi was in Kyoto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke had long known of Kōetsu's reputation as a sword polisher, and more recently he had heard of Musashi's relationship with the man. But he'd never expected to run into this wealthy townsman tidying up neglected temple grounds.\n\n\"Is there a grave of someone close to you here?\" he asked. \"Or perhaps you've come for an outing?\"\n\n\"No, nothing so frivolous as an outing,\" exclaimed Kōetsu. \"Not in a holy place like this... Have you heard from the priests something of the history of the Kongōji?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"In that case allow me, in the priests' stead, to tell you a little about it. Please understand, however, that I'm merely repeating what I've heard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kōetsu paused and looked around slowly, then said, \"We have just the right moon tonight,\" and pointed out the landmarks: above them the mausoleum, Mieidō and Kangetsutei; below, the Taishidō, Shinto shrine, treasure pagoda, refectory and two-story gate." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'mountain' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look carefully,\" he said, seemingly under the spell of the lonely setting. \"That pine tree, those rocks, every tree, every blade of grass here, partake of the invisible constancy, the elegant tradition of our country.\"\n\nHe went on in this vein, solemnly telling how in the fourteenth century, during a conflict between southern and northern courts, the mountain had been a stronghold of the southern court. How Prince Morinaga, known also as Daitō no Miya, had held secret conferences to plan the overthrow of the Hōjō regents. How Kusunoki Masashige and other loyalists had fought the armies of the northern court. Later the Ashikagas had come to power, and Emperor Go-Murakami, driven from Mount Otoko, had been forced to flee from place to place. Finally he took refuge at the temple and for many years lived the same sort of life as the mountain priests, suffering the same deprivations. Using the refectory as his seat of government, he had worked tirelessly to recover the imperial prerogatives seized by the military." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At an earlier time, when samurai and courtiers had gathered around the ex-emperors Kōgon, Kōmyō and Sukō, the monk Zen'e had written poignantly: \"The priests' quarters and mountain temples were all swept away. The loss is indescribable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke listened humbly, respectfully. Iori, awed by the gravity of Kōetsu's voice, could not take his eyes from the man's face.\n\nKōetsu took a deep breath and went on: \"Everything here is a relic of that age. The mausoleum is the last resting place of the Emperor Kōgon. Since the decline of the Ashikagas, nothing's been properly taken care of. That's why my mother and I decided to do a little cleaning up, as a gesture of reverence.\"\n\nPleased by the attentiveness of his audience, Kōetsu searched diligently for words to express his heartfelt emotions.\n\n\"While we were sweeping, we found a stone with a poem carved on it, perhaps by a soldier-priest of that age. It said:\n\nThough the war goes on,\n\nEven for a hundred years,\n\nSpring will return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Live with a song in your hearts," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You, the Emperor's people.\n\n\"Think of the bravery, the largeness of spirit it took for a simple soldier, after fighting for years, perhaps decades, to protect the emperor, to be able to rejoice and sing. I'm sure it's because the spirit of Masashige communicated itself to him. Though a hundred years of fighting have passed, this place remains a monument to the imperial dignity. Isn't this something for which we should be very grateful?\"\n\n\"I didn't know this was the site of a sacred battle,\" said Gonnosuke. \"I hope you'll forgive my ignorance.\"\n\n\"I'm glad I had a chance to share with you some of my thoughts on the history of our country.\"\n\nThe four of them strolled down the hill together. In the moonlight, their shadows seemed thin and unsubstantial.\n\nAs they passed the refectory, Kōetsu said, \"We've been here seven days. We'll be leaving tomorrow. If you see Musashi, please tell him to come see us again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke assured him that he would." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shallow, swift-flowing stream along the outer temple wall was like a natural moat and was crossed by a dirt-floored bridge." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'shouted' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke and Iori had hardly set foot on the bridge when a large white figure armed with a staff emerged from the shadows and flew at Gonnosuke's back. Gonnosuke evaded the attack by sliding to one side, but Iori was knocked off the bridge.\n\nThe man plunged on past Gonnosuke to the road on the other side of the bridge. Turning around, he took a solid stance, his legs resembling small tree trunks. Gonnosuke saw it was the priest who had been following him the previous day.\n\n\"Who are you?\" shouted Gonnosuke.\n\nThe priest said nothing.\n\nGonnosuke moved his staff into striking position and shouted, \"Who are you? What reason do you have for attacking Muso Gonnosuke?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest acted as if he hadn't heard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes spat fire as his toes, protruding from heavy straw sandals, inched forward like a centipede in motion.\n\nGonnosuke growled and cursed under his breath. His short, heavy limbs bursting with the will to fight, he too inched forward.\n\nThe priest's staff broke in two with a resounding crack. One part flew through the air; the other the priest hurled with all his might at Gonnosuke's face. It missed, but while Gonnosuke was recovering his balance, his opponent drew his sword and stomped out onto the bridge.\n\n\"You bastard!\" shouted Iori.\n\nThe priest gasped and put his hand to his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The small stones Iori had thrown had found their mark, one hitting him squarely in the eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spun around and ran down the road.\n\n\"Stop!\" shouted Iori, scrambling up the bank with a handful of stones.\n\n\"Never mind,\" said Gonnosuke, putting his hand on Iori's arm.\n\n\"I guess that'll show him,\" gloated Iori, casting the stones toward the moon.\n\nSoon after they returned to Tōroku's house and went to bed, a squall came up. The wind roared through the trees, threatening to tear the roof off the house, but this was not the only thing that kept them from falling asleep right away.\n\nGonnosuke lay awake thinking about past and present, wondering if the world was really better off now than it had been in bygone ages. Nobunaga, Hideyoshi and Ieyasu had won the hearts of the people, as well as the authority to govern, but, he wondered, hadn't the true sovereign been virtually forgotten, the people led to worship false gods?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The age of the Hōjōs and Ashikagas had been a hateful one, blatantly contradicting the very principle on which the country was founded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, even then, great warriors, like Masashige and his son, and loyalists from many provinces had followed the true warrior's code. What had become of the Way of the Samurai? Gonnosuke asked himself. Like the Way of the Townsman and the Way of the Farmer, it seemed to exist now only for the sake of the military ruler.\n\nGonnosuke's thoughts made his body feel warm all over. The peaks of Kawachi, the woods around the Kongōji, the howling storm, seemed to become living beings, calling to him in a dream.\n\nIori could not get the unknown priest out of his mind. He was still thinking of the ghostly white figure much later when the storm intensified. He pulled the covers over his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they set out the next day, the clouds above the mountains were rainbow-colored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just outside the village, a traveling merchant materialized from the morning mist and wished them a jovial good morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke replied perfunctorily. Iori, absorbed in the thoughts that had kept him awake the night before, was no more talkative.\n\nThe man tried to strike up a conversation. \"You stayed at Tōroku's house last night, didn't you? I've known him for years. Fine people, him and his wife.\"\n\nThis elicited only a mild grunt from Gonnosuke.\n\n\"I also call at Koyagyū Castle from time to time,\" said the merchant. \"Kimura Sukekurō had done me a lot of favors.\" This met with another grunt.\n\n\"I see you've been to the 'Women's Mount Kōya.' I suppose now you'll be going to Mount Kōya itself. It's just the right time of the year. The snow's gone, and all the roads have been repaired. You can take your time crossing Amami and Kiimi passes, spend the night at Hashimoto or Kamuro—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man's probing about their itinerary made Gonnosuke suspicious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What business are you in?\" he asked.\n\n\"I sell braided cord,\" said the man, pointing to the small bundle on his back. \"The cord's made of flat-braided cotton. It was only invented recently, but it's getting popular fast.\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Gonnosuke.\n\n\"Tōroku's helped me a lot, telling worshipers at the Kongōji about my cord. As a matter of fact, I was planning to stay at his house last night, but he said he already had two guests. That was sort of a disappointment. When I stay with him, he always fills me up with good sake.\" He laughed.\n\nRelaxing a bit, Gonnosuke began asking questions about places along the way, for the merchant was quite familiar with the local countryside. By the time they reached Amami plateau, the conversation had grown fairly friendly.\n\n\"Hey, Sugizō!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A man came trotting along the road to catch up with them.\n\n\"Why did you go off and leave me? I was waiting at Amano Village. You said you'd stop by for me.\"\n\n\"Sorry, Gensuke,\" said Sugizō. \"I fell in with these two and we got to talking. I forgot all about you.\" He laughed and scratched his head.\n\nGensuke, who was dressed like Sugizō, turned out to be a cord salesman too. As they walked, the two merchants fell to discussing business.\n\nComing to a gully about twenty feet deep, Sugizō suddenly stopped talking and pointed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, that's dangerous,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gonnosuke stopped and looked at the gully, which might have been a gap left by an earthquake, perhaps one that happened a very long time ago.\n\n\"What seems to be the trouble?\" he asked.\n\n\"Those logs, they're not safe to cross. See, there—some of the rocks supporting them have been washed away. We'll fix it so the logs are steady.\" Then he added, \"We should do that for the sake of other travelers.\"\n\nGonnosuke watched as they squatted at the edge of the cliff and began packing rocks and dirt under the logs. While thinking that these two merchants traveled a great deal, and thus knew the difficulties of travel as well as anybody, he was a little surprised. It was unusual for men like them to care enough about others to go to the trouble of repairing a bridge.\n\nIori didn't give the matter any thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Impressed by their show of concern, he contributed by gathering rocks for them." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'gensuke' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That should do it,\" said Gensuke. He took a step on the bridge, decided it was safe and said to Gonnosuke, \"I'll go first.\" Holding his arms out for balance, he crossed quickly to the other side, then beckoned for the others to follow.\n\nAt Sugizō's urging, Gonnosuke went next, Iori just behind him. They were not quite to the middle when they let out a shout of surprise. Ahead of them, Gensuke had a lance pointed at them. Gonnosuke looked back and saw Sugizō had also acquired a lance.\n\n\"Where did the lances come from?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "thought Gonnosuke. He swore, bit his lip angrily and considered the awkwardness of his position." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'behind' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gonnosuke, Gonnosuke... \" Taken off guard, Iori clung to Gonnosuke's waist, while Gonnosuke, holding his arm around the boy, shut his eyes for an instant, entrusting his life to the will of heaven.\n\n\"You bastards!\"\n\n\"Shut up!\" shouted the priest, who stood higher up on the road, behind Gensuke, his left eye swollen and black.\n\n\"Keep calm,\" Gonnosuke told Iori in a soothing voice. Then he shouted. \"So you're behind this! Well, watch out, you thieving bastards! You've tangled with the wrong man this time!\"\n\nThe priest stared coldly at Gonnosuke. \"You're not worth robbing. We know that. If you're no smarter than that, what are you doing trying to be a spy?\"\n\n\"You calling me a spy?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "💬 Please integrate this quote: \"What makes you think I'm a spy?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tokugawa dog! Throw that staff away. Put your hands behind your back. And don't try anything funny.\"\n\n\"Ah!\" sighed Gonnosuke, as though the will to fight was deserting him. \"Look, you're making a mistake. I did come from Edo, but I'm not a spy. My name is Musō Gonnosuke. I'm a shūgyosha.\"\n\n\"Never mind the lies.\"\n\n\"What makes you think I'm a spy?\"\n\n\"Our friends in the east told us some time ago to be on the lookout for a man traveling with a young boy. You were sent down here by Lord Hōjō of Awa, weren't you?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Drop the staff and come along peacefully.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not going anywhere with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you'll die right here.\"\n\nGensuke and Sugizō began to close in from front and back, lances ready for action.\n\nTo keep Iori out of harm's way, Gonnosuke slapped him on the back. With a loud shriek, Iori dived into the bushes covering the bottom of the gully.\n\nThundering \"Y-a-a-h!\" Gonnosuke rushed Sugizō.\n\nThe lance requires some space and good timing to be effective. Sugizō extended his arm to thrust his weapon forward but missed the exact moment. A loud croak came from his throat as the blade cut through thin air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gonnosuke slammed into him, and he fell backward, with Gonnosuke on top of him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'sugizō' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Sugizō attempted to rise, Gonnosuke rammed his right fist into his face. Sugizō bared his teeth but the effect was ludicrous, for his face was already a bloody mess. Gonnosuke stood up, used Sugizō's head for a springboard and cleared the distance to the end of the bridge.\n\nStaff poised, he shouted, \"I'm here waiting, you cowards!\"\n\nEven as he shouted, three ropes came slithering across the top of the grass, one weighted with a sword guard, another with a short sword in its scabbard. One rope looped around Gonnosuke's arm, another around his legs and the third around his neck. In a moment, still another rope wound around his staff.\n\nGonnosuke wriggled like an insect caught in a spiderweb, but not for long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half a dozen men ran out of the woods behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time they were finished, he lay helpless on the ground, trussed up tighter than a bundle of straw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the exception of the surly priest, all his captors were dressed as cord salesmen.\n\n\"No horses?\" asked the priest. \"I don't want to walk him all the way to Mount Kudo.\"\n\n\"We can probably hire a horse in Amami Village.\"\n\nA Pear Blossom\n\nIn the dark, solemn forest of cryptomerias, the voices of the lowly shrike, mingling with those of the celestial bulbul, sounded like the jeweled tones of the mythical Kalavinka bird.\n\nTwo men, coming down from the top of Mount Kōya, where they had visited the halls and pagodas of the Kongōbuji and paid their respects at the inner shrine, stopped on a small arched bridge between the inner and outer temple precincts.\n\n\"Nuinosuke,\" said the older man pensively, \"the world is indeed fragile and impermanent, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "From his heavy homespun cloak and utilitarian hakama, he might have been taken for a country samurai, were it not for his swords, which were of outstanding quality, and the fact that his companion was far too suave and well-groomed for a provincial samurai's attendant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You saw them, didn't you?\" he continued. \"The graves of Oda Nobunaga, Akechi Mitsuhide, Ishida Mitsunari, Kobayakawa Kingo—all brilliant, famous generals only a few years ago. And over there, those moss-covered stones mark the burial places of great members of the Minamoto and Taira clans.\"\n\n\"Friend and foe... all together here, aren't they?\"\n\n\"All of them nothing more than lonely stones. Were names like Uesugi and Takeda really great, or were we only dreaming?\"\n\n\"It gives me an odd feeling. Somehow it seems the world we live in is unreal.\"\n\n\"Is it that? Or is it this place that's unreal?\"\n\n\"Umm. Who knows?\"\n\n\"Who do you suppose thought of calling this the Bridge of Illusions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a well-chosen name, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think illusion is truth, just as enlightenment is reality. If illusion were unreal, the world couldn't exist. A samurai who devotes his life to his master cannot—not for an instant—allow himself to be nihilistic. That's why the Zen I practice is living Zen. It's the Zen of the tainted world, the Zen of hell. A samurai who trembles at the thought of impermanence or despises the world cannot perform his duties... Enough of this place. Let's go back to the other world.\"\n\nHe walked quickly, with a remarkably firm step for a man of his age.\n\nCatching sight of priests from the Seiganji, he frowned and grumbled, \"Why did they have to do that?\" He'd stayed at the temple the night before; now about twenty young priests were lined up along the pathway, waiting to see him off, though he had said his farewells that morning with the intention of avoiding a display of this sort.\n\nHe ran the gauntlet, saying polite good-byes, and hurried on down the road overlooking the patchwork of valleys known as Kujūkutani. Only when he regained the ordinary world did he relax. Conscious as he was of his own fallible human heart, the odor of this world came as relief.\n\n\"Hello, who are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The question came at him like a shot as they rounded a bend in the road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who are you?\" asked Nuinosuke.\n\nThe well-built, light-complexioned samurai standing in the middle of the road said politely, \"Forgive me if I'm mistaken, but aren't you Lord Hosokawa Tadatoshi's senior retainer, Nagaoka Sado?\"\n\n\"I'm Nagaoka, to be sure. Who are you, and how did you know I was in the vicinity?\"\n\n\"My name is Daisuke. I'm the only son of Gessō, who lives in retirement on Mount Kudo.\"\n\nSeeing the name did not ring a bell, Daisuke said, \"My father has long since discarded his former name, but until the Battle of Sekigahara he was known as Sanada Saemonnosuke.\"\n\n\"Do you mean Sanada Yukimura?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\" With a bashfulness seemingly at odds with his appearance, Daisuke said, \"A priest from the Seiganji dropped in at my father's house this morning. He said you'd come to Mount Kōya for a short visit. Though we heard you were traveling incognito, my father thought it'd be a pity not to invite you to have a cup of tea with him.\"\n\n\"That's very kind of him,\" replied Sado." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He squinted for a minute, then said to Nuinosuke, \"I think we ought to accept, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" replied Nuinosuke without enthusiasm.\n\nDaisuke said, \"It's still fairly early in the day, but my father would be honored if you'd spend the night with us.\"\n\nSado hesitated a moment, wondering if it was wise to accept the hospitality of a man regarded as an enemy of the Tokugawas, then nodded and said, \"We can decide about that later, but I'll be delighted to join your father for a cup of tea. Don't you agree, Nuinosuke?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\nNuinosuke seemed a bit on edge, but as they started down the road behind Daisuke, master and attendant exchanged knowing glances.\n\nFrom the village of Mount Kudo, they climbed a little farther up the mountain to a residence set apart from the other houses. The enclosure, surrounded by a low stone wall topped by a fence of woven grass, resembled the semi-fortified house of a lesser provincial warlord, but all in all one got the impression of refinement rather than military preparedness.\n\n\"My father's over there, by that thatched building,\" said Daisuke as they went through the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a small vegetable garden, sufficient to provide onions and greens for the morning and evening soup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The main house stood in front of a cliff; near the side veranda was a bamboo grove, beyond which two more houses were just visible.\n\nNuinosuke knelt on the veranda outside the room Sado was shown to.\n\nSado sat down and remarked, \"It's very quiet here.\"\n\nA few minutes later, a young woman who appeared to be Daisuke's wife quietly served tea and left.\n\nWhile Sado waited for his host, he took in the view—the garden and the valley. Below was the village, and in the distance the inn town of Kamuro. Tiny flowers bloomed on the moss clinging to the overhanging thatched roof, and there was the pleasant fragrance of a rare incense. Though he could not see it, he could hear the stream running through the bamboo grove." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The room itself evoked a feeling of quiet elegance, a gentle reminder that the owner of this unpretentious dwelling was the second son of Sanada Masayuki, lord of Ueda Castle and recipient of an income of 190,000 bushels." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The posts and beams were thin, the ceiling low. The wall behind the small, rustic alcove was of roughly finished red clay. The flower arrangement in the alcove consisted of a single sprig of pear blossoms in a slender yellow and light green ceramic vase. Sado thought of Po Chü-i's \"solitary pear blossom bathed by the spring rain\" and of the love that united the Chinese emperor and Yang Kuei-fei, as described in the Chang He Ke. He seemed to hear a voiceless sob.\n\nHis eye moved to the hanging scroll above the flower arrangement. The characters, large and naive, spelled out \"Hōkoku Daimyōjin,\" the name Hideyoshi was given when he was elevated to the rank of a god after his death. To one side, a notation in much smaller characters said that this was the work of Hideyoshi's son Hideyori at the age of eight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Feeling it discourteous to Hideyoshi's memory to have his back turned to the scroll, Sado shifted a little to the side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he did so, he realized suddenly that the pleasant smell came not from incense burning right then but from the walls and shoji, which must have absorbed the fragrance when incense was placed there morning and evening to purify the room in Hideyoshi's honor. Presumably an offering of sake was also made daily, as to established Shinto deities.\n\n\"Ah,\" he thought, \"Yukimura's as devoted to Hideyoshi as they say.\" What he could not fathom was why Yukimura did not hide the scroll. He had the reputation of being an unpredictable man, a man of the shadows, lurking and waiting for a propitious moment to return to the center of the country's affairs. It took no stretch of the imagination to conceive of guests later reporting his sentiments to the Tokugawa government.\n\nFootsteps approached along the outside corridor. The small, thin man who entered the room wore a sleeveless cloak, with only a short sword in the front of his obi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was an air of modesty about him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dropping to his knees and bowing to the floor, Yukimura said, \"Forgive me for sending my son to bring you and for interrupting your journey.\"\n\nThis show of humility made Sado uncomfortable. From the legal viewpoint, Yukimura had given up his status. He was now only a rōnin who had taken the Buddhist name Denshin Gessō. Nevertheless, he was the son of Sanada Masayuki, and his older brother, Nobuyuki, was a daimyō and had close connections with the Tokugawas. Being only a retainer, Sado was of much lower rank.\n\n\"You shouldn't bow to me that way,\" he said, returning the greeting. \"It's an unexpected honor and pleasure to meet you again. I'm glad to see you're in good health.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You seem to be too,\" replied Yukimura, relaxing while Sado was still bowing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm pleased to hear Lord Tadatoshi has returned to Buzen safely.\"\n\n\"Thank you. This is the third year since Lord Yūsai passed away, so he thought it was time.\"\n\n\"Has it been that long?\"\n\n\"Yes. I've been in Buzen myself, though I have no idea what use Lord Tadatoshi might have for a relic like myself. I served his father and grandfather too, as you know.\"\n\nWhen the formalities were over and they began talking of this and that, Yukimura asked, \"Have you seen our Zen master recently?\"\n\n\"No, I've seen or heard nothing of Gudō for some time. That reminds me, it was in his meditation room that I first saw you. You were only a boy then, and you were with your father.\" Sado smiled happily as he reminisced about the time he had been put in charge of constructing the Shumpoin, a building the Hosokawas had donated to the Myōshinji.\n\n\"A lot of hellions came to Gudō to get the rough edges smoothed off,\" said Yukimura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He accepted them all, not caring whether they were old or young, daimyō or rōnin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Actually, I think he particularly liked young rōnin,\" mused Sado. \"He used to say that a true rōnin did not seek fame or profit, did not curry favor with the powerful, did not attempt to use political power for his own ends, did not exempt himself from moral judgments. Rather he was as broad-minded as floating clouds, as quick to act as the rain and quite content in the midst of poverty. He never set himself any targets and never harbored any grudges.\"\n\n\"You remember that after all these years?\" asked Yukimura.\n\nSado nodded ever so slightly. \"He also maintained that a true samurai was as hard to find as a pearl in the vast blue sea. The buried bones of the innumerable rōnin who sacrificed their lives for the good of the country he likened to pillars supporting the nation.\" Sado looked straight into Yukimura's eyes as he said this, but the latter did not seem to notice the allusion to men of his own adopted status.\n\n\"That reminds me,\" he said. \"One of the rōnin who sat at Gudō's feet in those days was a young man from Mimasaka named Miyamoto... \"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miyamoto Musashi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's it, Musashi. He impressed me as being a man of great depth, even though he was only about twenty at the time, and his kimono was always filthy.\"\n\n\"It must be the same man.\"\n\n\"Then you do remember him?\"\n\n\"No; I didn't hear of him until recently, when I was in Edo.\"\n\n\"He's a man to watch. Gudō said that his approach to Zen was promising, so I kept an eye on him. Then he suddenly disappeared. A year or two later, I heard he'd won a brilliant victory against the House of Yoshioka. I remember thinking at the time that Gudō must have a very good eye for people.\"\n\n\"I came across him quite by accident. He was in Shimōsa and gave some villagers a lesson in how to protect themselves from bandits. Later he helped them turn a tract of wasteland into paddy.\"\n\n\"I think he may be the true rōnin Gudō had in mind—the pearl in the vast blue sea.\"\n\n\"Do you really think so? I recommended him to Lord Tadatoshi, but I'm afraid finding him is as hard as discovering a pearl. One thing you can be sure of. If a samurai like that took an official position, it wouldn't be for the sake of the income. He'd be concerned with how his work measured up to his ideals. It may be that Musashi would prefer Mount Kudo to the House of Hosokawa.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sado brushed off his remark with a short laugh, as if it were a slip of the tongue.\n\n\"You're joking, of course,\" said Yukimura. \"In my present circumstances, I can hardly afford to hire a servant, let alone a well-known rōnin. I doubt whether Musashi would come even if I did invite him.\"\n\n\"There's no need to deny it,\" said Sado. \"It's no secret the Hosokawas are on the side of the Tokugawas. And everybody knows you are the support on which Hideyori leans most heavily. Looking at the scroll in the alcove, I was impressed by your loyalty.\"\n\nSeemingly offended, Yukimura said, \"The scroll was given to me by a certain person at Osaka Castle in lieu of a memorial portrait of Hideyoshi. I try to take good care of it. But Hideyoshi is dead.\" He swallowed and went on. \"Times change, of course. It doesn't take an expert to see that Osaka has fallen on bad days, while the power of the Tokugawas continues to grow. But I'm not able by nature to change my loyalty and serve a second lord.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wonder if people will believe it's that simple. If I may speak candidly, everybody says Hideyori and his mother furnish you great sums every year and at a wave of the hand you could muster five or six thousand rōnin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yukimura laughed deprecatingly. \"Not a word of truth in it. I tell you, Sado, there's nothing worse than having people make you out to be more than you are.\"\n\n\"You can't blame them. You went to Hideyoshi when you were young, and he liked you better than anyone else. I understand your father's been heard to say you're the Kusunoki Masashige or the K'ung-ming of our times.\"\n\n\"You embarrass me.\"\n\n\"Isn't it true?\"\n\n\"I want to spend the rest of my days here, quietly, in the shadow of the mountain where the Buddha's Law is preserved. That's all. I'm not a man of refinement. It's enough for me if I can expand my fields a little, live to see my son's child born, have freshly made buckwheat noodles in the fall, eat fresh greens in the spring. Beyond that, I'd like to live a long life, far removed from wars or rumors of war.\"\n\n\"Is that really all there is to it?\" Sado asked mildly.\n\n\"Laugh if you will, but I've been spending my free time reading Lao-tsu and Chuang-tsu. The conclusion I've come to is that life is enjoyment. Without enjoyment, what use is there in living?\"\n\n\"Well, well,\" exclaimed Sado, feigning surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They talked for another hour or so, over cups of fresh tea served by Daisuke's wife." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually Sado said, \"I fear I've stayed too long, wasting your time with my chatter. Nuinosuke, shall we be going?\"\n\n\"Don't hurry off,\" said Yukimura. \"My son and his wife have made some noodles. Poor country food, but I wish you'd have some with us. If you're planning to stop over at Kamuro, you have plenty of time.\"\n\nDaisuke appeared just then to ask his father if he was ready to have the meal served. Yukimura stood up and led the way down a corridor to the back part of the house.\n\nWhen they were seated, Daisuke offered Sado a pair of chopsticks, saying, \"I'm afraid the food isn't too good, but try some anyway.\"\n\nHis wife, not accustomed to having strangers around, diffidently held out a sake cup, which Sado politely refused. Daisuke and his wife lingered a moment longer before excusing themselves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's that noise I can hear?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "asked Sado. It sounded rather like a loom, though louder and with a slightly different quality.\n\n\"Oh, that? It's a wooden wheel for making cord. I'm sorry to say, I've had to put the family and servants to work braiding cord, which we sell to help with the finances.\" Then he added, \"We're all used to it, but I suppose it might be annoying to anyone who's not. I'll send word to have it stopped.\"\n\n\"No, that's all right. It doesn't bother me. I'd hate to think I was holding up your work.\"\n\nAs he started to eat, Sado thought about the food, which sometimes provides insight into a man's condition. But he found nothing revealing there. Yukimura was not at all like the young samurai he had known years before, but he seemed to have shrouded his present circumstances in ambiguity.\n\nSado then thought about the sounds he heard—kitchen noises, people coming and going, and a couple of times the clink of money being counted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dispossessed daimyō were not accustomed to physical labor, and sooner or later they would run out of treasures to sell. It was conceivable that Osaka Castle had ceased to be a source of funds. Still, the idea of Yukimura in tight straits was oddly disturbing.\n\nHe had been aware that his host might be trying to piece together bits of conversation to form a picture of how things were going with the House of Hosokawa, but there was no indication of this. What stood out about his recollections of their meeting was that Yukimura had not asked about his visit to Mount Kōya. Sado would have answered readily, for there was nothing mysterious about it. Many years ago, Hosokawa Yūsai had been sent by Hideyoshi to the Seiganji and had stayed for quite some time. He had left behind books, some writings and some personal effects, which had become important keepsakes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sado had gone through them, sorted them out and arranged for the temple to turn them over to Tadatoshi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nuinosuke, who hadn't moved from the veranda, cast an anxious look toward the back of the house. Relations between Edo and Osaka were strained, to say the least. Why was Sado taking a risk like this? He didn't imagine Sado to be in any immediate danger, but he'd heard that the lord of Kii Province, Asano Nagaakira, had instructions to keep a strict watch on Mount Kudo. If one of Asano's men reported that Sado had paid a secret visit to Yukimura, the shogunate would become suspicious of the House of Hosokawa.\n\n\"Now's my chance,\" he thought, as the wind suddenly swept through the forsythia and kerria blossoms in the garden. Black clouds were forming rapidly, and it began to sprinkle.\n\nHe hurried down the corridor and announced, \"It's starting to rain, sir. If we're going to leave, I think now is the time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grateful for the opportunity to break away, Sado stood up immediately. \"Thank you, Nuinosuke,\" he said. \"By all means, let's be on our way.\"\n\nYukimura refrained from urging Sado to stay overnight. He called Daisuke and his wife and said, \"Give our guests some straw rain capes. And you, Daisuke, go with them to Kamuro.\"\n\nAt the gate, after expressing thanks for Yukimura's hospitality, Sado said, \"I'm sure we'll meet again one of these days. Maybe it'll be another day of rain, or maybe there'll be a strong wind blowing. Until then, I wish you the best of health.\"\n\nYukimura grinned and nodded. Yes, one of these days... For an instant each man saw the other in his mind's eye, mounted on horseback and carrying a lance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But for the present there was only the host bowing amidst falling apricot petals and the departing guest in a straw cape streaked with rain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they walked slowly down the road, Daisuke said, \"It won't rain much. At this time of year, we have a little shower like this every day.\"\n\nStill, the clouds above Senjō Valley and the peaks of Kōya looked threatening, and they unconsciously quickened their pace.\n\nEntering Kamuro, they were greeted by the sight of a man sharing the back of a horse with bundles of firewood and tied so tightly he couldn't move. Leading the horse was a white-robed priest, who called Daisuke's name and ran toward him. Daisuke pretended not to notice.\n\n\"Someone's calling you,\" said Sado, exchanging glances with Nuinosuke.\n\nForced to take notice of the priest, Daisuke said, \"Oh, Rinshōbō. Sorry, I didn't see you.\"\n\n\"I've come straight from Kiimi Pass,\" said the priest in a loud, excited voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The man from Edo—the one we were told to watch for—I spotted him in Nara. He put up quite a fight, but we took him alive. Now, if we take him to Gessō and force him to talk, we'll find out—\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'hosokawa' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'What are you talking about?\" broke in Daisuke.\n\n\"The man on the horse. He's a spy from Edo.\"\n\n\"Can't you shut up, you fool!\" hissed Daisuke. \"Do you know who the man with me is? Nagaoka Sado of the House of Hosokawa. We rarely have the privilege of seeing him, and I'll not have you disturbing us with your silly joke.\"\n\nRinshōbō's eyes, turning to the two travelers, betrayed his shock, and he barely caught himself before blurting out, \"House of Hosokawa?\"\n\nSado and Nuinosuke were trying to look poised and indifferent, but the wind whipped at their rain capes, making them flap out like the wings of a crane and rather spoiling their efforts.\n\n\"Why?\" asked Rinshōbō in a low voice.\n\nDaisuke drew him a little to one side and spoke in a whisper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he returned to his guests, Sado said, \"Why don't you go back now? I'd hate to put you to any more trouble.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After watching them until they were out of sight, Daisuke said to the priest, \"How could you be so stupid? Don't you know enough to open your eyes before you open your mouth? My father wouldn't be pleased to hear about this.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I didn't know.\"\n\nDespite his robes, the man was no priest. He was Toriumi Benzō, one of Yukimura's leading retainers." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 7 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and story elements may appear without introduction - roll with them naturally. Try to mimic the style of Eiji Yoshikawa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Iori was dragged back, Sahei was fuming. \"What can you do with a boy like that? He talks back and makes fun of all of us. Punish him good today.\" Going back into the office, he added, \"Take that sword away from him.\"\n\nThey removed the offending weapon and tied Iori's hands behind him. When they fastened the rope to a large crate of cargo, Iori looked like a monkey on a leash.\n\n\"Stay there awhile,\" said one of the men, smirking. \"Let people make fun of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The others guffawed and went back to their work.\n\nThere was nothing Iori hated more than this. How often Musashi and Gonnosuke had admonished him not to do things he might be ashamed of.\n\nFirst he tried pleading, then promised to mend his ways. When this proved ineffective, he switched to invective.\n\n\"The manager's a fool—crazy old fart! Let me loose and give me back my sword! I won't stay in a house like this.\"\n\nSahei came out and shouted, \"Quiet!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He then tried to gag Iori, but the boy bit his finger, so he gave up and had the dock workers do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori tugged at his bonds, pulling this way and that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Already under a terrible strain from being exposed to public view, he burst into tears when a horse urinated and the foamy liquid trickled toward his feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he was quieting down, he saw something that almost made him faint." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other side of a horse was a young woman, her head protected from the sweltering sun by a broad-brimmed lacquered hat. Her hemp kimono was tied up for traveling, and she carried a thin bamboo pole.\n\nIn vain, he tried to cry out her name. Stretching his neck out, he almost choked with the effort. His eyes were dry, but his shoulders shook with his sobbing. It was maddening, Otsū was so near. Where was she going?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why had she left Edo?\n\nLater in the day, when a ship tied up at the pier, the neighborhood became even busier.\n\n\"Sahei, what's this boy doing out here, looking like a trained bear on exhibit? It's cruel to leave him like that. It's also bad for business.\" The man calling into the office was a cousin of Tarōzaemon. He was usually called Namban'ya, the name of the shop where he worked. Black pockmarks added a certain sinisterness to the anger in his face. Despite his appearance, he was a friendly man and often gave sweets to Iori." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't care if you are punishing him,\" he continued." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'wouldn't' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not right to do it out on the street. It's bad for the Kobayashi name. Untie him.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\" Sahei complied immediately, all the while regaling Namban'ya with a detailed account of how useless Iori was.\n\n\"If you don't know what to do with him,\" said Namban'ya, \"I'll take him home with me. I'll speak to Osei about it today.\"\n\nThe manager, fearing the consequences when the mistress of the house heard what had happened, suddenly had an urge to soothe Iori's feelings. Iori, for his part, wouldn't have anything to do with the man for the rest of the day.\n\nOn his way out that evening, Namban'ya stopped in Iori's corner of the shop. A little drunk but in high spirits, he said, \"Well, you won't be going with me after all. The women wouldn't hear of it. Ha!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His conversation with Osei and Otsuru did have one salutary effect, however." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The very next day Iori entered a temple school in the neighborhood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was allowed to wear his sword to school, and neither Sahei nor the others gave him further trouble.\n\nBut still he was unable to settle down. When he was inside, his eyes often strayed to the street. Every time a young woman even remotely like Otsū passed, his color changed. Sometimes he ran out for a closer look.\n\nOne morning toward the beginning of the ninth month, a prodigious quantity of luggage began arriving by riverboat from Kyoto. By midday, chests and baskets were piled high in front of the office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tags identified the property as that of samurai in the House of Hosokawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had been in Kyoto on business similar to that which had brought Sado to Mount Kōya, looking after the posthumous affairs of Hosokawa Yūsai." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'sahei' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now they sat drinking barley tea and fanning themselves, some in the office, some under the eaves outside.\n\nComing back from school, Iori got as far as the street. He stopped and turned pale.\n\nKojirō, seated atop a large basket, was saying to Sahei, \"It's too hot out here. Hasn't our ship docked yet?\"\n\nSahei looked up from the manifest in his hands and pointed toward the pier. \"Your ship is the Tatsumimaru. It's right over there. As you can see, they haven't finished loading, so your places on board aren't ready yet. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"I'd much prefer to wait on board. It should be a little cooler there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir. I'll go and see how things are coming along.\" Too rushed to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he scurried out to the street, where he caught sight of Iori.\n\n\"What're you doing there, looking as though you'd swallowed a ramrod? Go and wait on the passengers. Barley tea, cold water, hot water—give them whatever they want.\"\n\nIori went to a shed at the entrance of the alley by the storehouse, where a kettle of water was kept boiling. But instead of going about his business, he stood glaring at Kojirō.\n\nHe was usually called Ganryū now, the rather scholarly-sounding name seeming more appropriate to his present age and status. He was heavier and more solid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face had filled out; his once piercing eyes were serene and untroubled. He no longer made frequent use of his rapier tongue, which in the past had caused so much injury. Somehow the dignity of his sword had become a part of his personality.\n\nOne result was that he had gradually been accepted by his fellow samurai. They not only spoke highly of him but actually respected him.\n\nPouring sweat, Sahei returned from the ship, apologized again for the long wait and announced, \"The seats amidship are still not ready, but those in the prow are.\" This meant the foot soldiers and younger samurai could go on board." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They proceeded to gather up their belongings and left in a group. There remained only Kojirō and six or seven older men, all officials of some importance in the fief.\n\n\"Sado hasn't come yet, has he?\" said Kojirō.\n\n\"No, but he should be here before long.\"\n\n\"We'll be getting the sun from the west soon,\" Sahei said to Kojirō. \"It'll be cooler if you move inside.\"\n\n\"The flies are terrible,\" complained Kojirō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And I'm thirsty. Could I have another cup of tea?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right away, sir.\" Without getting up, Sahei shouted toward the hot-water shed. \"Io, what are you doing? Bring some tea for our guests.\" He busily addressed himself to his manifest again, but realizing Iori had not answered, he started to repeat his order. Then he saw the boy approaching slowly with several cups of tea on a tray.\n\nIori offered tea to each of the samurai, bowing politely each time. Standing before Kojirō with the last two cups, he said, \"Please have some tea.\"\n\nKojirō absentmindedly extended his hand but abruptly withdrew it as his eyes met Iori's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Startled, he exclaimed, \"Why, it's—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Breaking into a grin, Iori said, \"The last time I had the bad luck to run into you was in Musashino.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's that?\" rasped Kojirō, in a tone hardly appropriate to his present status." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was about to say something else when Iori shouted, \"Oh, you remember me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "and slung the tray at his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh!\" cried Kojirō, grabbing Iori by the wrist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though the tray missed him, a bit of hot tea caught him in the left eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest of the tea spilled onto his chest and lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tray crashed into a corner post.\n\n\"You little bastard!\" shouted Kojirō. He threw Iori onto the dirt floor and planted one foot on top of him. \"Manager,\" he called angrily. \"This brat is one of your boys, isn't he? Come here and hold him down. Even if he is only a child, I won't stand for this.\"\n\nFrightened out of his wits, Sahei rushed to do as he was told. But somehow Iori managed to draw his sword and take a swing at Kojirō's arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kojirō kicked him to the middle of the room and jumped back a pace.\n\nSahei turned and rushed back, screaming his lungs out. He reached Iori just as the boy jumped to his feet.\n\n\"You keep out of this!\" Iori cried, then, looking Kojirō straight in the face, he spat out, \"Serves you right!\" and ran outside.\n\nKojirō picked up a carrying pole that happened to be handy and threw it at the boy, scoring a perfect hit behind his knee. Iori landed flat on his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At Sahei's command, several men fell on Iori and hauled him back to the hot-water shed, where a servant was wiping off Kojirō's kimono and hakama.\n\n\"Please forgive this outrage,\" pleaded Sahei.\n\n\"We don't know how to apologize,\" said one of the assistants.\n\nWithout looking at them, Kojirō took a damp towel from the servant and wiped off his face.\n\nIori had been forced to the ground, his arms bent tightly behind him. \"Let me go,\" he begged, his body writhing in pain. \"I won't run away. I'm a samurai's son. I did it on purpose and I'll take my punishment like a man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kojirō finished straightening his clothing and smoothed his hair." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'water' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let him go,\" he said quietly.\n\nNot knowing what to make of the placid expression on the samurai's face, Sahei stammered, \"Are... are you sure it's all right?\"\n\n\"Yes. But\"—the word sounded like a nail being driven into a board—\"although I have no intention of becoming involved with a mere child, if you feel he should be punished, I can suggest a method. Pour a dipperful of boiling water over his head. It won't kill him.\"\n\n\"Boiling water!\" Sahei recoiled at the suggestion.\n\n\"Yes. If you want to let him go, that's all right too.\"\n\nSahei and his men looked at each other uncertainly.\n\n\"We can't let something like that go unpunished.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'didn't' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's always up to no good.\"\n\n\"He's lucky he didn't get killed.\"\n\n\"Bring a rope.\"\n\nWhen they started to tie him, Iori fought off their hands. \"What are you doing?\" he screamed. Sitting on the ground, he said, \"I told you I wouldn't run away, didn't I? I'll take my punishment. I had a reason for doing what I did. A merchant might apologize. Not me. The son of a samurai is not going to cry over a little hot water.\"\n\n\"All right,\" said Sahei." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You asked for it.\" He rolled up his sleeve, filled a dipper with boiling water and walked slowly toward Iori.\n\n\"Shut your eyes, Iori. If you don't, you'll go blind.\" The voice came from across the street.\n\nNot daring to look to see whose voice it was, Iori shut his eyes. He recalled a story Musashi had told him once in Musashino. It was about Kaisen, a Zen priest highly revered by the warriors of Kai Province." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Nobunaga and Ieyasu attacked Kaisen's temple and put it to the torch, the priest seated himself calmly in the upper floor of the gate and, while burning to death, uttered the words: \"If your heart is obliterated through enlightenment, the fire is cool.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's only a little dipper of hot water,\" Iori told himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mustn't think that way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried desperately to become a selfless void, free of delusion, without sorrows. Perhaps, if he had been younger, or much older... but at his age, he was too much a part of the world he lived in.\n\nWhen was it coming? For a giddy moment, he thought the sweat dripping from his forehead was boiling water. A minute seemed like a hundred years.\n\n\"Why, it's Sado,\" said Kojirō.\n\nSahei and all the others turned and stared at the old samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's going on here?\" Sado asked, coming across the street with Nuinosuke at his side.\n\nKojirō laughed and said lightly, \"You caught us at an odd moment. They're punishing the boy.\"\n\nSado looked intently at Iori. \"Punishing him? Well, if he's done something bad, he should be punished. Go right ahead. I'll watch.\"\n\nSahei glanced out of the corner of his eye at Kojirō, who sized the situation up immediately and knew he was the one who would be held responsible for the severity of the punishment. \"That's enough,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iori opened his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had a little trouble focusing them, but when he recognized Sado, he said happily, \"I know you. You're the samurai who came to the Tokuganji in Hōtengahara.\"\n\n\"You remember me?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"What's happened to your teacher, Musashi?\"\n\nIori sniffled and put his hands to his eyes.\n\nSado's knowing the boy came as a shock to Kojirō. Thinking about it for a moment, he decided it must have something to do with Sado's search for Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he certainly didn't want Musashi's name to come up in a conversation between himself and the senior retainer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew that one of these days he would have to fight Musashi, but it was no longer a strictly private matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In fact, a split had developed in both the main line and the branches of the House of Hosokawa, one faction thinking highly of Musashi, the other partial to the former rōnin who was now the clan's chief sword instructor. Some said the real reason the fight was inevitable was behind-the-scenes rivalry between Sado and Kakubei.\n\nTo Kojirō's relief, the boatswain of the Tatsumimaru arrived just then with word that the ship was ready.\n\nSado, remaining behind, said, \"The ship doesn't leave till sundown, does it?\"\n\n\"That's right,\" replied Sahei, who was pacing about the office worrying about the consequences of today's affair.\n\n\"I have time for a little rest, then?\"\n\n\"Plenty of time. Please, have some tea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otsuru appeared at the inner door and beckoned to the manager." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'sahei'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After listening to her for a couple of minutes, Sahei came back to Sado and said, \"The office is not really the place to receive you. It's only a step through the garden to the house. Would you mind going there?\"\n\n\"That's very kind,\" replied Sado. \"To whom am I indebted? The lady of the house?\"\n\n\"Yes. She said she'd like to thank you.\"\n\n\"What for?\"\n\nSahei scratched his head. \"I, eh, I imagine for seeing that Iori came to no harm. Since the master isn't here... \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Speaking of Iori, I'd like to talk to him. Would you call him?\"\n\nThe garden was what Sado would have expected in the house of a rich Sakai merchant. Though bounded on one side by a storehouse, it was a world apart from the hot, noisy office. Rocks and plants were all freshly watered and there was a running brook.\n\nOsei and Otsuru were kneeling in a small, elegant room facing the garden. There was a wool rug on top of the tatami and trays of cakes and tobacco. Sado noticed the spicy fragrance of mixed incense." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sitting down at the edge of the room, he said, \"I won't come in. My feet are dirty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While serving him tea, Osei apologized for her employees and thanked him for saving Iori.\n\nSado said, \"I had occasion some time ago to meet that boy. I'm happy to have found him again. How does it happen he's staying in your house?\"\n\nAfter hearing her explanation, Sado told her about his long search for Musashi. They chatted amiably for a while, then Sado said, \"I was watching Iori from across the street for several minutes. I admired his ability to remain calm. He conducted himself very well. As a matter of fact, I think it's a mistake to raise a boy with that much spirit in a merchant's establishment. I wonder if you wouldn't consent to turning him over to me. In Kokura, he could be brought up as a samurai.\"\n\nOsei agreed readily, saying, \"It would be the best thing that could possibly happen to him.\"\n\nOtsuru got up to go look for Iori, but just then he emerged from behind a tree, where he had overheard the whole conversation.\n\n\"Do you object to going with me?\" asked Sado." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bursting with happiness, Iori begged to be taken to Kokura." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While Sado drank his tea, Otsuru got Iori ready for the trip: kimono, hakama, leggings, basket hat—all new. It was the first time he had ever worn a hakama.\n\nThat evening, as the Tatsumimaru spread its black wings and sailed forth under clouds turned golden by the setting sun, Iori looked back at a sea of faces—Otsuru's, her mother's, Sahei's, those of a large group of well-wishers, the face of the city of Sakai.\n\nWith a broad smile on his face, he took off his basket hat and waved at them." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next nine sentences. The story may reference existing characters and events - incorporate them as presented." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sign at the entrance to a narrow alley in the fishmongers' district of Okazaki read: \"Enlightenment for the Young. Lessons in Reading and Writing,\" and bore the name Muka, who was from all appearances one of the many impoverished but honest rōnin making a living by sharing his warrior-class education with the children of commoners." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The curiously amateurish calligraphy brought a smile to the lips of passersby, but Muka said he wasn't ashamed of it. Whenever it was mentioned, he always replied in the same way: \"I'm still a child at heart. I'm practicing along with the children.\"\n\nThe alley ended in a bamboo grove, beyond which was the riding ground of the House of Honda. In fair weather it was always covered by a cloud of dust, since the cavalrymen often practiced from dawn to dusk. The military lineage they were so proud of was that of the famous Mikawa warriors, the tradition that had produced the Tokugawas.\n\nMuka stirred from his midday nap, went to the well and drew water. His solid-gray unlined kimono and gray hood might well have been the dress of a man of forty, but he was in fact not yet thirty. After washing his face, he walked into the grove, where he cut down a thick bamboo with a single sword stroke.\n\nAfter washing the bamboo at the well, he went back inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blinds hanging on one side kept out the dust from the riding ground, but since this was the direction from which light came, the one room seemed smaller and darker than it actually was. A board lay flat in one corner; above it hung an anonymous portrait of a Zen priest. Muka set the piece of bamboo on the board and tossed a bindweed flower into the hollow center.\n\n\"Not bad,\" he thought, as he backed away to examine his work.\n\nSitting down in front of his table, he took his brush and began practicing, using as models a manual on squarish, formal characters by Ch'u Sui-liang and a rubbing of the priest Kōbō Daishi's calligraphy. He had evidently been progressing steadily during the year he had lived there, for the characters he wrote now were far superior to the ones on the sign.\n\n\"May I trouble you?\" asked the woman from next door, the wife of a man who sold writing brushes.\n\n\"Come in, please,\" said Muka." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I only have a minute. I was just wondering... A few minutes ago I heard a loud noise. It sounded like something breaking. Did you hear it?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'don't' × 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Muka laughed. \"That was only me, cutting down a piece of bamboo.\"\n\n\"Oh. I was worried. I thought something might have happened to you. My husband says the samurai prowling around here are out to kill you.\"\n\n\"It wouldn't matter if they did. I'm not worth three coppers anyway.\"\n\n\"You shouldn't be so easygoing. Lots of people get killed for things they don't even remember doing. Think how sad all the girls would be if some harm came to you.\"\n\nShe went on her way, not asking, as she often did, \"Why don't you take a wife? It isn't that you don't like women, is it?\" Muka never gave a clear answer, though he'd brought it on himself by carelessly revealing enough to suggest that he would make a fine catch. His neighbors knew he was a rōnin from Mimasaka, who liked to study and had lived for a time in Kyoto and in and around Edo. He professed to want to settle down in Okazaki and run a good school. Since his youth, diligence and honesty were apparent, it wasn't surprising that a number of girls had shown an interest in marriage, as well as several parents with eligible daughters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This small corner of society had a certain fascination for Muka." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The brush seller and his wife treated him kindly, the wife teaching him how to cook and sometimes doing his washing and sewing. All in all, he enjoyed living in the neighborhood. Everybody knew everybody else, and all sought out new ways to make their lives interesting. There was always something going on, if not a festival or street dances or a religious celebration, then a funeral or a sick person to be cared for.\n\nThat evening he passed the brush seller's house as he and his wife were having dinner. With a click of her tongue, the wife said, \"Where does he go? He teaches the children in the morning, takes a nap or studies in the afternoon, then in the evening he's gone. He's just like a bat.\"\n\nHer husband chuckled. \"What's wrong with that? He's single. You ought not to begrudge him his nightly excursions.\"\n\nIn the streets of Okazaki, the sounds of a bamboo flute mingled with the buzzing of captive insects in wooden cages, the rhythmical wail of blind street singers, the cries of vendors of melons and sushi. There was nothing here of the frantic bustle that characterized Edo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lanterns flickered; people strolled about in summer kimono. In the lingering heat of a summer day, everything seemed relaxed and in its place.\n\nAs Muka passed, the girls whispered.\n\n\"There he goes again.\"\n\n\"Hmph—paying no attention to anybody, as usual.\"\n\nSome of the young women bowed to him, then turned to their friends and speculated on his destination.\n\nMuka walked straight on, past the side streets where he might have purchased the favors of the Okazaki harlots, regarded by many to be one of the chief local attractions along the Tōkaidō highroad. At the western edge of town he stopped and stretched, letting the heat out of his sleeves. Ahead of him were the rushing waters of the Yahagi River and the 208-span Yahagi Bridge, the longest on the Tōkaidō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked toward the thin figure waiting for him at the first post." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Musashi?\"\n\nMusashi smiled at Matahachi, who was wearing his priest's robe. \"Has the master returned?\" he asked.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nThey walked across the bridge shoulder to shoulder. On a pine-covered hill on the opposite bank stood an old Zen temple. Since the hill was known as Hachijō, the temple had come to be called Hachijōji. They climbed up the dark slope in front of the gate.\n\n\"How are things?\" asked Musashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Practicing Zen must be difficult.\"\n\n\"It is,\" replied Matahachi, bowing his bluish shaved head dejectedly. \"I've often thought of running away. If I have to go through mental torture to become a decent human being, I might as well put my head in a noose and forget about it.\"\n\n\"Don't let it discourage you. You're still only at the beginning. Your real training won't come until after you've appealed to the master and persuaded him to take you as a disciple.\"\n\n\"It's not always impossible. I've learned to discipline myself a little. And whenever I feel low, I think of you. If you can overcome your difficulties, I should be able to overcome mine.\"\n\n\"That's the way it should be. There's nothing I can do that you can't do too.\"\n\n\"Remembering Takuan helps. If it hadn't been for him, I'd have been executed.\"\n\n\"If you can bear up under hardship, you can experience a pleasure greater than the pain,\" Musashi said solemnly. \"Day and night, hour by hour, people are buffeted by waves of pain and pleasure, one after the other. If they try to experience only pleasure, they cease to be truly alive. Then the pleasure evaporates.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm beginning to understand.\"\n\n\"Think of a simple yawn. The yawn of a person who's been working hard is different from the yawn of a lazy man. Lots of people die without knowing the pleasure yawning can bring.\"\n\n\"Umm. I hear talk like that at the temple.\"\n\n\"I hope the day soon comes when I turn you over to the master. I want to ask him for guidance too. I need to know more about the Way.\"\n\n\"When do you suppose he'll come back?\"\n\n\"It's hard to say. Zen masters sometimes float around the country like a cloud for two or three years at a time. Now that you're here, you should resolve to wait four or five years for him, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"You, too?\"\n\n\"Yes. Living in that back alley, among poor and honest people, is good training—part of my education. It's not time wasted.\"\n\nAfter leaving Edo, Musashi had passed through Atsugi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, driven by doubts about his future, he had disappeared into the Tanzawa Mountains, to emerge two months later more worried and haggard than ever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Solving one problem only led him to another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At times he was so tortured his sword seemed like a weapon turned against him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Among the possibilities he had considered was choosing the easy way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he could bring himself to live in a comfortable, ordinary way with Otsū, life would be simple. Almost any fief would be willing to pay him enough to live on, perhaps five hundred to a thousand bushels. But when he put it to himself in the form of a question, the answer was always no. An easy existence imposed restrictions; he could not submit to them.\n\nAt other times he felt as lost in base, craven illusions as the hungry demons in hell; then, for a time, his mind would clear, and he would bask in the pleasure of his proud isolation. In his heart there was a continual struggle between light and dark. Night and day, he wavered between exuberance and melancholy. He'd think of his swordsmanship and be dissatisfied. Thinking of how long the Way was, how far he was from maturity, a sickness came over his heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Other days, the mountain life cheered him and his thoughts strayed to Otsū.\n\nComing down from the mountains, he'd gone to the Yugyōji in Fujisawa for a few days, then on to Kamakura. It was here that he'd met Matahachi. Determined not to return to a life of indolence, Matahachi was in Kamakura because of the many Zen temples there, but he was suffering from an even deeper sense of malaise than Musashi.\n\nMusashi reassured him, \"It's not too late. If you learn self-discipline, you can make a fresh start. It's fatal to tell yourself that it's all over, that you're no good.\"\n\nHe felt constrained to add, \"To tell the truth, I myself have run up against a wall. There are times when I wonder if I have any future. I feel completely empty. It's like being confined in a shell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hate myself. I tell myself I'm no good. But by chastising myself and forcing myself to go on, I manage to kick through the shell. Then a new path opens up before me.\n\n\"Believe me, it's a real struggle this time. I'm floundering around inside the shell, unable to do a thing. I came down from the mountains because I remembered a person who I think can help me.\"\n\nThe person was the priest Gudō.\n\nMatahachi said, \"He's the one who helped you when you were first seeking the Way, isn't he? Couldn't you introduce me and ask him to accept me as his disciple?\"\n\nAt first, Musashi was skeptical about Matahachi's sincerity, but after hearing of the trouble he'd been in in Edo, he decided that he really meant it. The two of them made inquiries about Gudō at a number of Zen temples, but learned little. Musashi knew the priest was no longer at the Myōshinji in Kyoto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had left several years earlier and traveled for some time in the east and northeast. He also knew he was a most erratic man, who might be in Kyoto giving lectures on Zen to the Emperor one day and out wandering the countryside the next. Gudō had been known to stop several times at the Hachijōji in Okazaki, and one priest suggested that might be the best place to wait for him.\n\nMusashi and Matahachi sat in the little shed where Matahachi slept. Musashi often visited him here and they talked late into the night. Matahachi wasn't allowed to sleep in the dormitory, which, like the other buildings of the Hachijōji, was a rustic, thatched-roof affair, since he had not yet been officially accepted as a priest.\n\n\"Oh, these mosquitoes!\" said Matahachi, waving away smoke from the insect repellent, then rubbing his irritated eyes. \"Let's go outside.\"\n\nThey walked to the main hall and sat down on the porch. The grounds were deserted and there was a cool breeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Reminds me of the Shippōji,\" said Matahachi, his voice barely audible.\n\n\"It does, doesn't it,\" said Musashi.\n\nThey fell silent. They always did at times like this, thoughts of home invariably bringing back memories of Otsū or Osugi or events neither of them wanted to talk about for fear of upsetting their present relationship.\n\nBut after a few moments, Matahachi said, \"The hill the Shippōji was on was higher, wasn't it? There isn't any ancient cryptomeria here, though.\" He paused, stared for a time at Musashi's profile, then said diffidently, \"There's a request I've been wanting to make, but... \"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\n\"Otsū—\" Matahachi began, but immediately choked up. When he thought he could manage it, he went on: \"I wonder what Otsū's doing right now, and what will happen to her. I think of her often these days, apologizing in my heart for what I did. I'm ashamed to admit it, but in Edo I made her live with me. Nothing happened, though. She refused to let me touch her. I guess after I went to Sekigahara, Otsū must have been like a fallen blossom. Now she's a flower blooming on a different tree, in different soil.\" His face showed his earnestness and his voice was grave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Takezō—no... Musashi: I beg you, marry Otsū. You're the only person who can save her. I've never been able to bring myself to say that, but now that I've decided to become a disciple of Gudō, I'm resigned to the fact that Otsū is not mine. Even so I worry about her. Won't you look for her and give her the happiness she longs for?\"\n\nIt was about three o'clock in the morning when Musashi started down the dark mountain path. His arms were folded, his head was bowed; Matahachi's words rang in his ears. Anguish seemed to tug at his legs. He wondered how many nights of torment Matahachi must have spent mustering up the courage to speak. Yet it seemed to Musashi that his own dilemma was uglier and more painful.\n\nMatahachi, he thought, was hoping to flee from the flames of the past to the cool salvation of enlightenment—trying, like a baby being born, to find in the twofold mysterious pain of sadness and ecstasy a life worth living.\n\nMusashi had not been able to say, \"I can't do that,\" much less, \"I don't want to marry Otsū. She's your fiancée. Repent, purify your heart and win her back.\" In the end, he had said nothing, for anything he might have said would have been a lie." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: musashi, frequency: 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matahachi had pleaded fervently, \"Unless I'm sure Otsū will be cared for, it'll do me no good to become a disciple. You're the one who urged me to train and discipline myself. If you're my friend, save Otsū. That's the only way to save me.\"\n\nMusashi had been surprised when Matahachi had broken down and wept. He hadn't suspected he was capable of such depth of feeling. And when he'd stood up to leave, Matahachi clutched his sleeve and begged for an answer. \"Let me think about it,\" was all Musashi could say. Now he cursed himself for being a coward and lamented his inability to overcome his inertia.\n\nMusashi thought sadly that those who have not suffered from this malady cannot know its agony. It was not a matter merely of being idle, which is often a pleasant state, but of wanting desperately to do something and not being able to. Musashi's mind and eyes seemed dull and empty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having gone as far as he could in one direction, he found himself powerless either to retreat or to embark on a new path." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was like being imprisoned in a place with no exit." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'shell' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His frustration bred self-doubt, recrimination, tears.\n\nGetting angry with himself, recalling all the things he had done wrong, did not help. It was because he was experiencing early symptoms of his ailment that he had parted with Iori and Gonnosuke and severed ties with his friends in Edo. But his intention to kick through the shell before it was well formed had failed. The shell was still there, enclosing his empty self like the abandoned skin of a cicada.\n\nHe walked on irresolutely. The wide expanse of the Yahagi River came into view, and the wind coming off the river felt cool on his face.\n\nSuddenly, warned by a piercing whistle, he leapt to one side. The shot passed within five feet of him, and the report of a musket reverberated across the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Counting two breaths between the bullet and the sound, Musashi concluded the gun had been fired from quite a distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He jumped under the bridge and clung batlike to a post.\n\nSeveral minutes passed before three men came running down Hachijō Hill like pine cones driven by the wind. Near the end of the bridge, they stopped and began searching for the body. Convinced he'd scored a hit, the musketeer threw away the fuse. He was dressed in darker clothes than the other two and masked, only his eyes visible.\n\nThe sky had lightened a little and brass ornaments on the gun butt gave off a soft glow.\n\nMusashi couldn't imagine who in Okazaki wanted him dead. Not that there was any shortage of candidates. In the course of his battles, he had defeated many men who might still burn with the desire for revenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had killed many others whose families or friends might wish to pursue a vendetta.\n\nAny person who followed the Way of the Sword was constantly in danger of being killed. If he survived one close call, chances were that by that very act he made new enemies or created a new peril. Danger was the grindstone on which the swordsman whetted his spirit. Enemies were teachers in disguise.\n\nTo be taught by danger to be alert even when asleep, to learn from enemies at all times, to use the sword as a means of letting people live; governing the realm, achieving enlightenment, sharing one's joys in life with others—they were all inherent in the Way of the Sword.\n\nAs Musashi crouched under the bridge, the cold reality of the situation stimulated him and his lassitude evaporated. Breathing very shallowly, noiselessly, he let his attackers approach. Failing to find the corpse, they searched the deserted road and the space under the end of the bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi's eyes widened. Though dressed in black, like bandits, the men carried samurai swords and were well shod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only samurai in the district were those serving the House of Honda in Okazaki and the Owari House of Tokugawa in Nagoya. He was not aware of having enemies in either fief.\n\nOne man dived into the shadows and recovered the fuse, then lit it and waved it, leading Musashi to think there were more men across the bridge. He couldn't move, not now anyway. If he showed himself, he would invite more musket fire. Even if he gained the opposite bank, danger, perhaps greater danger, lay waiting. But he couldn't stay where he was much longer, either. Knowing he had not crossed the bridge, they would move in on him and possibly discover his hiding place.\n\nHis plan came to him like a flash of light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not reasoned out by the theories of the Art of War, which constituted the fiber of the trained warrior's intuition. To reason out a mode of attack was a dilatory process, often resulting in defeat in situations where speed was of the essence. The warrior's instinct was not to be confused with animal instinct. Like a visceral reaction, it came from a combination of wisdom and discipline. It was an ultimate reasoning that went beyond reason, the ability to make the right move in a split second without going through the actual process of thinking.\n\n\"There's no point in your trying to hide,\" he shouted. \"If you're looking for me, I'm right here.\" The wind was fairly strong now; he wasn't sure whether his voice carried or not.\n\nThe question was answered by another shot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi, of course, was no longer there. While the bullet was still in the air, he jumped nine feet nearer the end of the bridge.\n\nHe rushed into their midst. They separated slightly, facing him from three directions but totally lacking in coordination. He struck downward at the man in the middle with his long sword, simultaneously slicing laterally with his short sword at the man on his left. The third man fled across the bridge, running, stumbling and bouncing off the railing.\n\nMusashi followed at a walk, keeping to one side and stopping from time to time to listen. When nothing more happened, he went home and to bed.\n\nThe next morning two samurai appeared at his house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finding the entranceway full of children's sandals, they went around to the side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you Muka Sensei?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "asked one. \"We're from the House of Honda.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'don't' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi looked up from his writing and said, \"Yes, I'm Muka.\"\n\n\"Is your real name Miyamota Musashi? If it is, don't try to conceal it.\"\n\n\"I'm Musashi.\"\n\n\"I believe you're acquainted with Watari Shima.\"\n\n\"I don't think I know him.\"\n\n\"He says he's been at two or three haiku parties when you were present.\"\n\n\"Now that you mention it, I do remember him. We met at the house of a mutual friend.\"\n\n\"He was wondering if you wouldn't come and spend an evening with him.\"\n\n\"If he's looking for someone to compose haiku with, he has the wrong man. Though it's true I've been invited to a few such parties, I'm a simple man with little experience in such matters.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think what he has in mind is discussing the martial arts with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi's pupils were staring worriedly at the two samurai. For a few moments, Musashi gazed at them too, then said, \"In that case, I shall be delighted to call on him. When?\"\n\n\"Could you come this evening?\"\n\n\"Fine.\"\n\n\"He'll send a palanquin for you.\"\n\n\"That's very kind of him. I'll be waiting.\"\n\nAfter they'd gone, he turned back to his pupils. \"Come, now,\" he said. \"You mustn't let yourselves be distracted. Get back to work. Look at me. I'm practicing too. You have to learn to concentrate so completely that you don't even hear people talking or cicadas singing. If you're lazy when you're young, you'll turn out like me and have to practice after you're grown.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He laughed and looked around at the ink-smeared faces and hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By twilight, he had donned a hakama and was ready to go. Just as he was reassuring the brush seller's wife, who looked ready to cry, that he would be safe, the palanquin arrived—not the simple basket type seen around town but a lacquered sedan chair, which was accompanied by two samurai and three attendants.\n\nNeighbors, dazzled by the sight, crowded around and whispered. Children called their friends and chattered excitedly.\n\n\"Only great people ride in palanquins like that.\"\n\n\"Our teacher must be somebody.\"\n\n\"Where's he going?\"\n\n\"Will he ever come back?\"\n\nThe samurai closed the door of the palanquin, cleared the people out of the way, and they set off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While not knowing what to expect, Musashi suspected there was a connection between the invitation and the incident at Yahagi Bridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps Shima was going to take him to task for killing two Honda samurai. Then again, maybe Shima was the person behind the spying and the surprise attack and was now ready to confront Musashi openly. Not believing any good could come from tonight's meeting, Musashi resigned himself to facing a difficult situation. Speculation wouldn't get him very far. The Art of War demanded that he find out where he stood and act accordingly.\n\nThe palanquin rocked gently, like a boat at sea. Hearing the wind soughing through the pines, he thought they must be in the forest near the north castle wall. He did not look like a man bracing himself for an unpredictable onslaught. Eyes half shut, he appeared to be dozing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After the castle gate grated open, the pace of the bearers was slower, the samurai's tones more subdued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They passed flickering lanterns and came to the castle buildings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Musashi alighted, servants ushered him silently but politely to an open pavilion. Since the blinds were rolled up on all four sides, the breeze wafted through in pleasant waves. The lamps dimmed and flared riotously. It did not seem like the sweltering summer night it was.\n\n\"I am Watari Shima,\" said his host. He was a typical Mikawa samurai—sturdy, virile, alert but not ostensibly so, betraying no signs of weakness.\n\n\"I am Miyamoto Musashi.\" The equally simple reply was accompanied by a bow.\n\nShima returned the bow, said, \"Make yourself comfortable,\" and proceeded to the point without further formalities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm told you killed two of our samurai last night. Is that true?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, it is.\" Musashi stared at Shima's eyes.\n\n\"I owe you an apology,\" said Shima gravely. \"I heard about the incident today when the deaths were reported. There was an investigation, of course. Though I've known your name for a long time, I did not know until now that you were living in Okazaki.\n\n\"As for the attack, I was told you were fired on by a group of our men, one of whom is a disciple of Miyake Gumbei, a martial expert of the Tōgun Style.\"\n\nMusashi, sensing no subterfuge, accepted Shima's words at face value, and the story unfolded gradually. Gumbei's disciple was one of several Honda samurai who had studied at the Yoshioka School. The firebrands among them got together and decided to kill the man who had put an end to the glory of the Yoshioka School.\n\nMusashi knew Yoshioka Kempō's name was still revered throughout the country." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In western Japan, particularly, it would have been difficult to find a fief in which there were no samurai who had not studied under him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi told Shima he understood their hatred of him but regarded it as a personal grudge rather than a legitimate reason for revenge in accordance with the Art of War.\n\nShima apparently agreed. \"I called the survivors in and reprimanded them. I hope you'll forgive us and forget the matter. Gumbei, too, was very displeased. If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce him to you. He would like to offer his apologies.\"\n\n\"That's not necessary. What happened was a common occurrence for any man committed to the martial arts.\"\n\n\"Even so—\"\n\n\"Well, let's dispense with the apologies. But if he'd like to talk about the Way, I'd be delighted to meet him. The name is familiar.\"\n\nA man was sent for Gumbei, and when the introductions were over, the talk turned to swords and swordsmanship.\n\nMusashi said, \"I'd like to hear about the Tōgun Style. Did you create it?\"\n\n\"No,\" replied Gumbei. \"I learned it from my teacher, Kawasaki Kaginosuke, from Echizen Province. According to the manual he gave me, he developed it while living as a hermit on Mount Hakuun in Kōzuke. He seems to have learned many of his techniques from a Tendai monk named Tōgumbo... But tell me about yourself. I've heard your name mentioned a number of times. I had the impression you were older. And since you're here, I wonder if you'd favor me with a lesson.\" The tone was friendly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'gumbei' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nevertheless, this was an invitation to battle.\n\n\"Some other time,\" Musashi replied lightly. \"I should be going now. I don't really know the way home.\"\n\n\"When you go,\" said Shima, \"I'll send someone with you.\"\n\n\"When I heard two men had been cut down,\" Gumbei went on, \"I went over to take a look. I found I couldn't reconcile the positions of the bodies with the wounds, so I questioned the man who escaped. His impression was that you were using two swords at once. Could that be true?\"\n\nWith a smile, Musashi said he had never done so consciously. He regarded what he was doing as fighting with one body and one sword.\n\n\"You shouldn't be so modest,\" said Gumbei. \"Tell us about it. How do you practice? What do the weights have to be for you to use two swords freely?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing he wasn't going to be able to leave before he gave some sort of explanation, he directed his eyes around the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They came to rest on two muskets in the alcove and he asked to borrow them. Shima consented, and Musashi went to the middle of the room holding the two weapons by the barrels, one in each hand.\n\nMusashi raised one knee and said, \"Two swords are as one sword. One sword is as two swords. One's arms are separate; they both belong to the same body. In all things, the ultimate reasoning is not dual but single. All styles and all factions are alike in this respect. I will show you.\"\n\nThe words came out spontaneously and when they stopped, he raised his arm and said, \"By your leave.\" Then he began twirling the muskets. They spun around like reels, creating a small whirlwind. The other men blanched.\n\nMusashi stopped and drew his elbows to his sides. He walked over to the alcove and put the muskets back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a slight laugh, he said, \"Perhaps that will help you to understand.\" Offering no further explanation, he bowed to his host and took his leave. Astounded, Shima forgot all about sending someone with him.\n\nOutside the gate, Musashi turned for a final look, relieved to be out of Watari Shima's grasp. He still did not know the man's real intentions, but one thing was clear. Not only was his identity known; he had become involved in an incident. The wisest thing would be to leave Okazaki this very night.\n\nHe was thinking about his promise to Matahachi to wait for Gudō's return when the lights of Okazaki came into view and a voice called to him from a small roadside shrine.\n\n\"Musashi, it's me, Matahachi. We were worried about you, so we came out here to wait.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Worried?\" said Musashi.\n\n\"We went to your house. The woman next door said people had been spying on you recently.\"\n\n\"We?\"\n\n\"The master came back today.\"\n\nGudō was seated on the veranda of the shrine. He was a man of unusual mien, his skin as black as a giant cicada's, his deep-set eyes shining brilliantly under high eyebrows. He looked to be somewhere between forty and fifty, but it was impossible to tell with a man like this. Thin and wiry, he had a booming voice.\n\nMusashi went over, knelt and lowered his forehead to the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gudō regarded him silently for a minute or two. \"It's been a long time,\" he said.\n\nLifting his head, Musashi said quietly, \"A very long time.\" Gudō or Takuan—Musashi had long been convinced that only one or the other of these two men could deliver him from his present impasse. Here, at last, after a wait of a whole year, was Gudō. He gazed at the priest's face as he might at the moon on a dark night.\n\nSuddenly and forcefully, he cried out, \"Sensei!\"\n\n\"What is it?\" Gudō had no need to ask; he knew what Musashi wanted, anticipated it as a mother divines a child's needs.\n\nMusashi, head to the ground again, said, \"It's been nearly ten years since I studied under you.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"What would happen if I gave up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it that long?\"\n\n\"Yes. But even after all those years, I doubt my progress along the Way is measurable.\"\n\n\"You still talk like a child, don't you? You couldn't have come very far.\"\n\n\"I'm full of regrets.\"\n\n\"Are you?\"\n\n\"My training and self-discipline have accomplished so little.\"\n\n\"You're always talking about such things. So long as you do that, it's futile.\"\n\n\"What would happen if I gave up?\"\n\n\"You'd be tied up in knots again. You'd be human rubbish, worse off than before, when you were merely an ignorant fool.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I desert the Way, I fall into the depths. Yet when I try to pursue it to the peak, I find I'm not up to the task. I'm twisting in the wind halfway up, neither the swordsman nor the human being I want to be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That seems to sum it up.\"\n\n\"You can't know how desperate I've been. What should I do? Tell me! How can I free myself from inaction and confusion?\"\n\n\"Why ask me? You can only rely on yourself.\"\n\n\"Let me sit at your feet again and receive your chastisement. Me and Matahachi. Or give me a blow with your staff to awaken me from this dark emptiness. I beg you, Sensei, help me.\" Musashi had not lifted his head. He shed no tears, but his voice choked up.\n\nCompletely unmoved, Gudō said, \"Come, Matahachi,\" and together they walked away from the shrine.\n\nMusashi ran after the priest, grabbed his sleeve, pleaded and begged.\n\nThe priest shook his head silently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Musashi persisted, he said, \"Not one thing!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"When I saw him at the temple and explained our feelings and why we wanted to become his disciples, he barely listened. When I finished, he said, 'Oh?' and told me I could follow along and wait on him. Maybe if you just follow us, whenever he seems to be in a good mood you can ask him what you want to ask.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, angrily: \"What have I to tell you? What more have I to give you? There is only a blow on the head.\" He waved his fist in the air but did not strike.\n\nMusashi, letting go of his sleeve, was about to say something else. The priest walked rapidly away, not pausing to look back.\n\nAt Musashi's side, Matahachi said, \"When I saw him at the temple and explained our feelings and why we wanted to become his disciples, he barely listened. When I finished, he said, 'Oh?' and told me I could follow along and wait on him. Maybe if you just follow us, whenever he seems to be in a good mood you can ask him what you want to ask.\"\n\nGudō turned and called Matahachi.\n\n\"Coming,\" said Matahachi. \"Do what I told you,\" he advised Musashi as he rushed off to catch up with the priest." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and lore may appear without context - work with what's given.\n\nAuthor style: Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thinking that letting Gudō out of his sight again would be fatal, Musashi decided to follow Matahachi's advice. In the flow of universal time, a man's life of sixty or seventy years was only a lightning flash. If in that brief span he was privileged to meet a man like Gudō, it would be foolish to let the chance slip by.\n\n\"It's a sacred opportunity,\" he thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Warm tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. He had to follow Gudō, to the end of the earth if need be, pursue him until he heard the word he longed for.\n\nGudō walked away from Hachijō Hill, apparently no longer interested in the temple there. His heart had already begun to flow with the water and the clouds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he reached the Tōkaidō, he turned west, toward Kyoto." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Circle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Zen master's approach to travel was whimsically eccentric. One day when it rained he stayed inside the inn all day and had Matahachi give him a moxa treatment. In Mino Province, he stopped over at the Daisenji for seven days and then spent a few days at a Zen temple in Hikone, so it was only gradually that they approached Kyoto.\n\nMusashi slept wherever he could find a place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Gudō stayed at an inn he spent the night either outdoors or at another inn. If the priest and Matahachi were stopping at a temple, Musashi took shelter under the gate. Privations were as nothing compared to his need for a word from Gudō.\n\nOne night outside a temple by Lake Biwa, suddenly aware of the coming of autumn, he took a look at himself and saw that he resembled nothing so much as a beggar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hair, of course, was a rat's nest, since he'd resolved not to comb it until the priest relented. It was weeks since he'd had a bath and a shave. His clothes were quickly being reduced to tatters; they felt like pine bark rubbing against his skin.\n\nThe stars seemed ready to fall from the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at his reed mat and thought: \"What a fool I am!\" All at once, his attitude appeared insane. He laughed bitterly. He'd stuck to his goal doggedly, silently, but what was it he was seeking from the Zen master? Was it impossible to go through life without torturing himself so?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He even began to feel sorry for the lice inhabiting his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gudō had stated unequivocally that he had \"not one thing\" to offer. It was unreasonable to press him for something he did not possess, wrong to resent him, even though he showed less consideration than he might have for a stray dog along the wayside.\n\nMusashi gazed upward through the hair hanging over his eyes. No doubt about it—it was an autumn moon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the mosquitoes. His skin, already peppered with red welts, was no longer sensitive to their bites." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was quite prepared to admit to himself that there was something he did not understand, but he thought of it as being one thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If only he could figure out what it was, his sword would be released from its bonds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything else would be solved in an instant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then just as he felt on the verge of grasping it, it always eluded him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If his pursuit of the Way was to end here, he would prefer to die, for he saw nothing else to live for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stretched out under the roof of the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When sleep would not come, he asked what it could be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A sword technique? No; not only that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A secret for getting on in the world?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'could' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No; more than that. A solution to the problem of Otsū? No; no man could be this miserable over the love of a woman. It had to be one all-encompassing answer, yet for all its magnitude, it could, at the same time, be no larger than a poppy seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wrapped in his matting, he looked like a caterpillar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered if Matahachi was sleeping well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Comparing himself with his friend, he felt envious. Matahachi's problems did not seem to disable him. Musashi always seemed to be searching out new problems with which to torture himself.\n\nHis eyes fell on a plaque hanging on a gatepost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He got up and went up to it for a closer look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the light of the moon, he read:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I beg you, try to find the fundamental source." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pai-yün was moved by the merits of Pai-ch'ang;\n\nHu-ch'iu sighed over the teachings left by Pai-yün.\n\nLike our great predecessors,\n\nDo not merely pinch off the leaves" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or concern yourselves only with the branches.\n\nIt appeared to be a quotation from the Testament of Daitō Kokushi, the founder of the Daitokuji.\n\nMusashi reread the last two lines. Leaves and branches... How many people were thrown off course by irrelevant matters?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was he himself not an example? While the thought seemed to lighten his burden, his doubts would not go away. Why would his sword not obey him? Why did his eyes wander from his goal?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What prevented him from achieving serenity?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somehow it all seemed so unnecessary. He knew that it was when one had pursued the Way as far as possible that vacillation set in and one was attacked by fretfulness—leaves and branches. How did one break through the cycle? How did one get at the core and destroy it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I laugh at my ten-year pilgrimage—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wilted robe, tattered hat, knocking at Zen gates.\n\nIn reality, the Buddha's Law is simple:\n\nEat your rice, drink your tea, wear your clothes.\n\nMusashi recalled this verse written by Gudō in self-mockery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gudō had been about the same age Musashi was now when he composed it.\n\nOn Musashi's first visit to the Myōshinji, the priest had all but kicked him away from the door. \"What strange line of thinking leads you to my house?\" he had shouted. But Musashi persisted, and later, after he'd gained admittance, Gudō regaled him with this ironic verse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he laughed at him, saying the same thing he had said a few weeks ago: \"You're always talking... It's futile.\"\n\nThoroughly disheartened, Musashi gave up the idea of sleep and walked around the gate, just in time to see two men emerge from the temple.\n\nGudō and Matahachi were walking at an unusually rapid pace. Perhaps an urgent summons had come from the Myōshinji, the head temple of Gudō's sect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In any event, he brushed past the monks gathered to see him off and headed straight for the Kara Bridge in Seta.\n\nMusashi followed, through the town of Sakamoto, which was asleep, the woodblock print shops, the greengrocer's, even the bustling inns, all tightly shuttered. The only presence was the ghostly moon.\n\nLeaving the town, they climbed Mount Hiei, past the Miidera and the Sekiji in their veils of mist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They met almost no one. When they reached the pass, Gudō stopped and said something to Matahachi. Below them lay Kyoto, in the other direction the tranquil expanse of Lake Biwa. Aside from the moon itself, everything was like mica, a sea of soft silvery mist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reaching the pass a few moments later, Musashi was startled to find himself only a few feet from the master." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their eyes met for the first time in weeks.\n\nGudō said nothing.\n\nMusashi said nothing.\n\n\"Now... it has to be now,\" thought Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the priest got as far as the Myōshinji, it might be necessary to wait many weeks for the opportunity to see him again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, sir,\" he said. His chest swelled and his neck twisted. His voice sounded like that of a frightened child, attempting to tell his mother something he really did not want to say. He edged forward timidly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest did not condescend to ask what he wanted." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'musashi' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face might have belonged to a dry-lacquer statue. The eyes alone stood out whitely, glaring angrily at Musashi.\n\n\"Please, sir.\" Musashi, oblivious of everything save the flaming impulse propelling him forward, fell to his knees and bowed his head. \"One word of wisdom. Just one word... \"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waited for what seemed like hours." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'about' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he was unable to restrain himself any longer, he started to renew his plea.\n\n\"I've heard all that,\" Gudō interrupted. \"Matahachi talks about you every night. I know all there is to know, even about the woman.\"\n\nThe words were like slivers of ice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi could not have lifted his head if he had wanted to.\n\n\"Matahachi, a stick!\"\n\nMusashi shut his eyes, steeling himself for the blow, but instead of striking, Gudō drew a circle around him. Without another word, he threw the stick away and said, \"Let's go, Matahachi.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They walked away quickly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musashi was incensed. After the weeks of cruel mortification he'd under gone in a sincere effort to receive a teaching, Gudō's refusal was far more than a lack of compassion. It was heartless, brutal. He was toying with a man's life. \"Swine of a priest!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musashi glared viciously at the departing pair, his lips set tightly in an angry scowl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not one thing.\" Reflecting on Gudō's words, he decided they were deceitful, suggesting the man had something to offer when in fact there was \"not one thing\" in his foolish head.\n\n\"Wait and see,\" thought Musashi. \"I don't need you!\" He would rely on no one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the final analysis, there was no one to rely on but himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was a man, just as Gudō was a man and all the earlier masters had been men.\n\nHe stood up, half lifted by his own rage. For several minutes, he stared at the moon, but as his anger cooled, his eyes fell to the circle. Still inside it, he turned all the way around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he did so, he remembered the stick that had not struck him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A circle? What could it mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let his thoughts flow.\n\nA perfectly round line, no beginning, no end, no deviation. If expanded infinitely, it would become the universe. If contracted, it would become coequal with the infinitesimal dot in which his soul resided." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His soul was round." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The universe was round. Not two. One. One entity—himself and the universe.\n\nWith a click, he drew his sword and held it out diagonally. His shadow resembled the symbol for \"o\" [ ]." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'shadow' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The universal circle remained the same. By the same token, he himself was unchanged. Only the shadow had changed.\n\n\"Only a shadow,\" he thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The shadow is not my real self.\" The wall against which he had been beating his head was a mere shadow, the shadow of his confused mind.\n\nHe raised his head and a fierce shout broke from his lips.\n\nWith his left hand, he held out his short sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shadow changed again, but the image of the universe—not by one whit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two swords were but one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And they were part of the circle.\n\nHe sighed deeply; his eyes had been opened. Looking up at the moon again, he saw that its great circle could be regarded as identical with the sword or with the soul of one who treads the earth.\n\n\"Sensei!\" he cried, bounding off after Gudō." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sought nothing more from the priest, but he owed him an apology for having hated him with such vehemence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a dozen steps, he halted. \"It's only leaves and branches,\" he thought." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 7 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and story elements may appear without introduction - roll with them naturally. Try to mimic the style of Eiji Yoshikawa." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A single red cloud, looking like a great streamer, hung low over the horizon. Near the bottom of the glassy waveless sea was an octopus.\n\nAround noon a small boat had tied up in the estuary of the Shikama River, discreetly out of sight. Now, as twilight deepened, a thin column of smoke rose from a clay brazier on the deck. An old woman was breaking sticks and feeding the fire.\n\n\"Are you cold?\" she asked.\n\n\"No,\" answered the girl lying in the bottom of the boat behind some red matting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head weakly, then lifted it and looked at the old woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry about me, Granny. You should be careful yourself. Your voice sounds a bit husky.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Osugi put a pot of rice on the brazier to make gruel. \"It's nothing,\" she said. \"But you're sick. You have to eat properly, so you'll feel strong when the boat comes in.\"\n\nOtsū held back a tear and looked out to sea. There were some boats fishing for octopus and a couple of cargo vessels. The ship from Sakai was nowhere to be seen.\n\n\"It's getting late,\" said Osugi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said the ship would be here before evening.\" There was a hint of complaint in her voice.\n\nNews of the departure of Musashi's ship had spread rapidly. When it reached Jōtarō in Himeji, he sent a messenger to tell Osugi. She, in turn, had hurried straight to the Shippōji, where Otsū lay ill, suffering from the effects of the beating the old woman had given her.\n\nSince that night, Osugi had begged forgiveness so often and tearfully that listening to her had come to be rather a burden for Otsū. Otsū did not hold her responsible for her sickness; she thought it was a recurrence of the malady that had kept her confined for several months at Lord Karasumaru's house in Kyoto." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the mornings and evenings, she coughed a lot and had a slight fever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she lost weight, which made her face more beautiful than ever, but it was an excessively delicate beauty and saddened those who met and talked with her.\n\nStill, her eyes shone. For one thing, she was happy about the change that had come over Osugi. Having finally understood that she had been mistaken about Otsū and Musashi, the Hon'iden dowager was like a woman reborn. And Otsū had hope, springing from the certainty that the day was near when she would see Musashi again.\n\nOsugi had said, \"To atone for all the unhappiness I've caused you, I'm going to get down on my hands and knees and beg Musashi to set things right. I'll bow. I'll apologize. I'll persuade him.\" After announcing to her own family and the whole village that Matahachi's betrothal to Otsū was nullified, she destroyed the document recording the promise to marry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From then on, she made it her business to tell one and all that the only person who would be a proper and fitting husband for Otsū was Musashi." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: would, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since the village had changed, the person Otsū knew best in Miyamoto was Osugi, who took it upon herself to nurse the girl back to health, calling each morning and evening at the Shippōji with the same solicitous questions: \"Have you eaten? Did you take your medicine? How do you feel?\"\n\nOne day, she said with tears in her eyes, \"If you hadn't come back to life that night in the cave, I would have wanted to die there too.\"\n\nThe old woman had never before hesitated to bend the truth or tell outright lies, one of the last of which turned out to be about Ogin's being in Sayo. In fact no one had seen or heard from Ogin for years. All that was known was that she had married and gone to another province.\n\nSo at first Otsū found Osugi's protestations unbelievable. Even if she was sincere, it seemed likely her remorse would wear off after a time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as days turned into weeks, she grew more devoted and more attentive to Otsū." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never dreamed she was such a good person at heart,\" was how Otsū came to think of her. And since Osugi's newfound warmth and kindness extended to everyone around her, this sentiment was widely shared by both the family and the villagers, though many expressed their astonishment less delicately, saying things like, \"What do you suppose got into the old hag?\"\n\nEven Osugi marveled at how kind everyone was to her now. It used to be that even those people closest to her were inclined to cringe at the very sight of her; now they all smiled and spoke cordially. At last, at an age when simply being alive was something to be thankful for, she was learning for the first time what it was like to be loved and respected by others.\n\nOne acquaintance asked frankly, \"What happened to you? Your face look more attractive every time I see you.\"\n\n\"Maybe so,\" thought Osugi later that same day, looking at herself in her mirror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The past had left its mark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she went away from the village, there had still been black hair mixed with gray. Now it was all white. She didn't mind, for she believed that her heart, at least, was free of blackness now.\n\nThe ship Musashi was on made a regular overnight stop at Shikama to discharge and take on cargo.\n\nYesterday, after telling Otsū this, Osugi had asked, \"What are you going to do?\"\n\n\"I'm going to be there, of course.\"\n\n\"In that case, I'll go too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otsū got up from her sickbed, and they were on their way within the hour. It took them until late afternoon to walk to Himeji; all the while, Osugi hovered over Otsū as though she were a child.\n\nAt Aoki Tanzaemon's house that night, plans were laid to hold a congratulatory dinner at Himeji Castle for Musashi. It was assumed that because of his previous experience at the castle, he would now deem it an honor to be feted in this fashion. Even Jōtarō thought so.\n\nIt was also decided, in consultation with Tanzaemon's fellow samurai, that it wouldn't do for Otsū to be seen openly with Musashi. People might get the idea she was his secret lover." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tanzaemon told Otsū and Osugi the gist of this and suggested the boat as a way for Otsū to be present but at the same time not be a source of embarrassing gossip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sea darkened, and the color faded from the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stars began to twinkle. Near the dyer's house where Otsū lived, a contingent of some twenty samurai from Himeji had been waiting since midafternoon to welcome Musashi.\n\n\"Maybe this is the wrong day,\" remarked one of them.\n\n\"No, don't worry,\" said another. \"I sent a man to Kobayashi's local agent to make sure.\"\n\n\"Hey, isn't that it?\"\n\n\"It looks like the right kind of sail.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Noisily they moved closer to the water's edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō left them and ran off to the small boat in the estuary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Otsū! Granny! The ship's in sight—Musashi's ship!\" he shouted to the excited women.\n\n\"Did you really see it? Where?\" asked Otsū. She nearly fell overboard as she got to her feet.\n\n\"Be careful,\" warned Osugi, grabbing her from behind. They stood side by side, eyes searching the darkness. Gradually a tiny distant spot grew into a large sail, black in the starlight and seemingly gliding right into their eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's it,\" cried Jōtarō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hurry, grab the scull,\" said Otsū. \"Take us out to the ship.\"\n\n\"There's no need to rush. One of the samurai on the beach will row out and get Musashi.\"\n\n\"Then we have to go now! Once he's with that bunch, there won't be a chance for Otsū to talk to him.\"\n\n\"We can't do that. They'll all see her.\"\n\n\"You spend too much time worrying about what other samurai will think. And that's the reason we're stuck away in this little boat. If you ask me, we should have waited at the dyer's house.\"\n\n\"No, you're wrong. You don't realize how people talk. Relax. My father and I'll find a way to bring him here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stopped to think for a fraction of a minute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When he gets to shore, he'll go to the dyer's house for a short rest. I'll get to him then and see to it that he comes here to you. Just wait here. I'll be back soon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rushed off toward the beach.\n\n\"Try to get a little rest,\" said Osugi.\n\nThough Otsū lay down obediently, she seemed to have trouble catching her breath.\n\n\"Cough bothering you again?\" asked Osugi gently. She knelt and rubbed the girl's back. \"Don't worry. Musashi'll be here before long.\"\n\n\"Thank you. I'm all right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once her coughing had subsided, she patted and smoothed her hair, trying to make herself a little more presentable.\n\nAs time passed and Musashi failed to appear, Osugi grew fidgety. Leaving Otsū in the boat, she went up on the bank.\n\nWhen she was out of sight, Otsū pushed her pallet and pillow behind some matting, retied her obi and straightened her kimono. The palpitations of her heart seemed in no way different from what she had experienced as a girl of seventeen or eighteen. The red light of the small beacon fire, suspended near the prow, pierced her heart with warmth. Stretching her delicate white arm over the gunwale, she moistened her comb and ran it through her hair again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she applied some powder to her cheeks, but so lightly that it was nearly undetectable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After all, she thought, even samurai, when suddenly summoned from a deep sleep into their lordship's presence, would sometimes sneak into a dressing room and cover up their pallor with a little rouge.\n\nWhat really troubled her was the question of what she would say to him. Fearfully she thought of becoming tongue-tied, as she had when she had seen him at other times. She didn't want to say anything that would upset him, so she had to be particularly careful about that. He was on his way to a bout. The whole country was talking about it.\n\nAt this important moment in her life, Otsū did not believe he would lose to Kojirō, yet it was not absolutely certain he would win." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Accidents could happen. If she did something wrong today, and if Musashi was killed later, she would regret it for the rest of her life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing would be left for her but to cry herself to death, hoping, like the ancient Chinese emperor, to be joined with her loved one in the next life.\n\nShe must say what she had to say, no matter what he himself might say or do. She had mustered the strength to come this far. Now the meeting was near at hand and her pulse raced wildly. With so many things on her mind, the words she wanted to say would not take form.\n\nOsugi had no such problem. She was choosing the words she would use to apologize for misunderstanding and hatred, to unburden her heart and beg forgiveness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As proof of her sincerity, she would see that Otsū's life was entrusted to Musashi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The darkness was broken only by an occasional reflection from the water." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'musashi' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And it was quiet until Jōtarō's running footsteps became audible.\n\n\"You've finally come, have you?\" said Osugi, who was still standing on the bank. \"Where's Musashi?\"\n\n\"Granny, I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"You're sorry? What does that mean?\"\n\n\"Just listen. I'll explain everything.\"\n\n\"I don't want explanations. Is Musashi coming, or isn't he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's not coming.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not coming?\" Her voice was empty and full of disappointment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jōtarō, looking very awkward, related what had happened, namely that when a samurai had rowed out to the ship, he was told that it wasn't stopping there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were no passengers wanting to get off at Shikama; the cargo had been taken off by lighter. The samurai had asked to see Musashi, who came to the side of the ship and talked with the man but said disembarking was out of the question. Both he and the captain wanted to reach Kokura as quickly as possible.\n\nBy the time the samurai returned to the beach with this message, the ship was already heading out to the open sea again.\n\n\"You can't even see it anymore,\" said Jōtarō dejectedly. \"It's already rounded the pine woods at the other end of the beach. I'm sorry. Nobody's to blame.\"\n\n\"Why didn't you go out in the boat with the samurai?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't think... Anyway, there's nothing we can do, no use talking about it now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose you're right, but what a shame! What are we going to tell Otsū? You'll have to do it, Jōtarō; I haven't the heart. You can tell her exactly what happened... but try to calm her first, or her sickness might get worse.\"\n\nBut there was no need for Jōtarō to explain. Otsū, seated behind a piece of matting, had heard everything. The lapping of the water against the side of the boat seemed to resign her heart to suffering.\n\n\"If I missed him tonight,\" she thought, \"I'll see him another day, on another beach.\"\n\nShe thought she understood why Musashi was set against leaving the ship. Throughout western Honshu and Kyushu, Sasaki Kojirō was acknowledged to be the greatest of all swordsmen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In challenging his primacy, Musashi would be burning with determination to win." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mind would be on that—only that.\n\n\"To think that he was so near,\" she sighed. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she gazed after the invisible sail, making its way slowly westward. She leaned disconsolately against the boat rail.\n\nThen, for the first time, she became conscious of an enormous force, swelling up with her tears. Despite her frailness, somewhere deep in her being was a font of superhuman strength. Though she had not realized it, her willpower was indomitable and had enabled her to persevere through the long years of illness and anguish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fresh blood infused her cheeks, giving them new life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Granny! Jōtarō!\"\n\nThey came down the bank slowly, Jōtarō asking, \"What is it, Otsū?\"\n\n\"I heard you talking.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"Yes. But I'm not going to cry about it anymore. I'll go to Kokura. I'll see the bout for myself... We can't take it for granted Musashi will win. If he doesn't, I intend to receive his ashes and bring them back with me.\"\n\n\"But you're sick.\"\n\n\"Sick?\" She'd pushed the very idea from her mind; she seemed filled with a vitality transcending the weakness of her body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't think about it. I'm perfectly all right. Well, maybe I'm still a little sick, but until I see how the bout turns out—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm determined not to die\" were the words that nearly escaped her lips. She stifled them and busied herself making preparations for her journey. When she was ready, she got out of the boat all by herself, though she had to cling tightly to the rail in order to do so.\n\nA Falcon and a Woman\n\nAt the time of the Battle of Sekigahara, Kokura had been the site of a fortress commanded by Lord Mōri Katsunobu of Iki. Since then the castle had been rebuilt and enlarged and acquired a new lord. Its towers and glistening white walls bespoke the great power and dignity of the House of Hosokawa, headed now by Tadatoshi, who had succeeded his father, Tadaoki." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the short time since Kojirō's arrival, the Ganryū Style, developed on the foundation he had learned from Toda Seigen and Kanemaki Jisai, had swept over all Kyushu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Men even came from Shikoku to study under him, hoping that after a year or two of training they would be awarded a certificate and receive sanction to return home as teachers of this new style.\n\nKojirō enjoyed the esteem of those around him, including Tadatoshi, who had been heard to remark with satisfaction, \"I found myself a very good swordsman.\" In every quarter of the extensive Hosokawa household, it was agreed that Kojirō was a person of \"outstanding character.\" And when he traveled between his home and the castle, he did so in style, attended by seven lancers. People went out of their way to approach him and pay their respects.\n\nUntil his coming, Ujiie Magoshirō, a practitioner of the Shinkage Style, had been the clan's chief sword instructor, but his star dimmed rapidly as Kojirō's grew more brilliant. Kojirō treated him magniloquently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Lord Tadatoshi, he had said, \"You mustn't let Ujiie go. While his style is not flashy, it does have a certain maturity we younger men lack.\" He suggested that he and Magoshirō give lessons in the castle's dōjō on alternate days, and this was put into practice.\n\nAt one point, Tadatoshi said, \"Kojirō says Magoshirō's method is not flashy, but mature. Magoshirō says Kojirō is a genius with whom he cannot match swords. Who is right? I'd like to see a demonstration.\"\n\nThe two men agreed to subsequently face each other with wooden swords in his lordship's presence. At the first opportunity, Kojirō discarded his weap on, and seating himself at his opponent's feet, announced, \"I'm no match for you. Forgive my presumption.\"\n\n\"Don't be modest,\" replied Magoshirō. \"I'm the one who's not a worthy opponent.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'whether' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Witnesses were divided as to whether Kojirō acted out of compassion or self-interest. In any case, his reputation rose still higher.\n\nKojirō's attitude toward Magoshirō remained charitable, but whenever someone made favorable mention of Musashi's growing fame in Edo and Kyoto, he was quick to set him straight.\n\n\"Musashi?\" he would say with disdain. \"Oh, he's been crafty enough to make something of a name for himself. He talks about his Two-Sword Style, I'm told. He's always had a certain natural ability. I doubt whether there's anybody in Kyoto or Osaka who could defeat him.\" He always made it appear that he was restraining himself from saying more.\n\nAn experienced warrior visiting Kojirō's house one day said, \"I've never met the man, but people say this Miyamoto Musashi is the greatest swordsman since Kōizumi and Tsukahara, with the exception of Yagyū Sekishūsai, of course. Everybody seems to think that if he's not the greatest swordsman, he's at least reached the level of a master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kojirō laughed and the color rose in his face. \"Well, people are blind,\" he said bitingly. \"So I suppose some consider him a great man or an expert swordsman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That just goes to show you how far the Art of War has declined, with regard to both style and personal conduct. We live in an age when a clever publicity seeker can rule the roost, at least as far as ordinary people are concerned.\n\n\"Needless to say, I look at it differently. I saw Musashi trying to sell himself in Kyoto some years ago. He gave an exhibition of his brutality and cravenness in his bout with the Yoshioka School at Ichijōji. Cravenness is not a low enough word for the likes of him. All right, so he was outnumbered, but what did he do? He showed his back at the earliest possible moment. Considering his past and his overweening ambition, I see him as a man not worth spitting on... Ha, ha—if a man who spends his life trying to learn the Art of War is an expert, then I suppose Musashi's an expert. But a master of the sword—no, not that.\"\n\nHe obviously took praise of Musashi as a personal affront, but his insistence on winning anyone and everyone over to his point of view was so vehement that even his staunchest admirers began to wonder. Eventually the word got around that there was a long-standing enmity between Musashi and Kojirō. Before long, rumors of a match were flying.\n\nIt was at Lord Tadatoshi's order that Kojirō had finally issued a challenge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the several months since then, the entire Hosokawa fief had buzzed with speculation as to when the fight would be held and how it would turn out." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"I have news for you,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iwama Kakubei, now well along in years, called on Kojirō morning and evening, whenever he could find the slightest excuse. On an evening early in the fourth month, when even the pink double-petal cherry blossoms had fallen, Kakubei walked through Kojirō's front garden, past bright red azaleas blooming in the shadows of ornamental rocks. He was shown to an inner room lit only by the failing light of the evening sun.\n\n\"Ah, Master Iwama, good to see you,\" said Kojirō, who was standing just outside, feeding the falcon on his fist.\n\n\"I have news for you,\" said Kakubei, still standing. \"The clan council discussed the place for the bout today in his lordship's presence and reached a decision.\"\n\n\"Have a seat,\" said an attendant from the adjacent room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With no more than a grunt of thanks, Kakubei sat down and continued: \"A number of sites were suggested, among them Kikunonagahama and the bank of the Murasaki River, but they were all rejected because they were too small or too accessible to the public. We could put up bamboo fencing, of course, but even that wouldn't prevent the riverbank from being overrun by swarms of people looking for thrills.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see,\" replied Kojirō, still intently watching the falcon's eyes and beak.\n\nKakubei, expecting his report to be received more or less with bated breath, was crestfallen. A guest would not normally do such a thing, but Kakubei said, \"Come inside. This is nothing to be talking about while you're standing out there.\"\n\n\"In a minute,\" Kojirō said casually. \"I want to finish feeding the bird.\"\n\n\"Is that the falcon Lord Tadatoshi gave you after you went hunting together last fall?\"\n\n\"Yes. Its name is Amayumi. The more I get used to it, the better I like it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He threw away the rest of the food and, winding up the red-tasseled cord attached to the bird's neck, said to the young attendant behind him, \"Here, Tatsunosuke—put it back in its cage.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bird was passed from fist to fist, and Tatsunosuke started across the spacious garden. Beyond the customary man-made hillock was a grove of pines, bordered on the other side by a fence. The compound lay along the Itatsu River; many other Hosokawa vassals lived in the vicinity.\n\n\"Forgive me for making you wait,\" said Kojirō.\n\n\"Think nothing of it. I'm not exactly an outsider. When I come here, it's almost like being at my son's house.\"\n\nA maid of twenty or so came in and gracefully poured tea. With a glance at the guest, she invited him to have a cup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kakubei shook his head admiringly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's good to see you, Omitsu. You're always so pretty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She blushed down to the collar of her kimono. \"And you're always making fun of me,\" she replied before quickly slipping out of the room.\n\nKakubei said, \"You say the more you get used to your falcon, the better you like it. What about Omitsu? Wouldn't it be better to have her at your side, rather than a bird of prey? I've been meaning to ask you about your intentions regarding her.\"\n\n\"Has she by any chance secretly visited your house at one time or another?\"\n\n\"I'll admit she did come to talk to me.\"\n\n\"Stupid woman! She hasn't said a word about it to me.\" He shot an angry glance at the white shoji." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't let it upset you. There's no reason why she shouldn't come.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waited until he thought Kojirō's eyes had softened a little, then went on: \"It's only natural for a woman to worry. I don't think she doubts your affection for her, but anybody in her position would worry about the future. I mean, what's to become of her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose she told you everything?\"\n\n\"Why shouldn't she? It's the most ordinary thing in the world to happen between a man and a woman. One of these days you'll want to get married. You have this big house and lots of servants. Why not?\"\n\n\"Can't you imagine what people would say if I married a girl I'd previously had in my house as a maid?\"\n\n\"Does it really make any difference? You certainly can't throw her aside now. If she weren't a suitable bride for you, it might be awkward, but she's of good blood, isn't she? I'm told she's the niece of Ono Tadaaki.\"\n\n\"That's correct.\"\n\n\"And you met her when you went to Tadaaki's dōjō and opened his eyes to the sad state his school of swordsmanship was in.\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm not proud of it, but I can't keep it from someone as close to me as you are. I'd planned to tell you the whole story sooner or later... As you say, it happened after my bout with Tadaaki. It was already dark when I started for home, and Omitsu—she was living with her uncle at the time—brought a small lantern and walked down Saikachi Slope with me. Without giving it a thought, I flirted with her a bit along the way, but she took me seriously. After Tadaaki disappeared, she came to see me and—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it was Kakubei's turn to be embarrassed. He waved his hand to let his protégé know he had heard enough. Actually, he had not known until very recently that Kojirō had taken the girl in before leaving Edo for Kokura. He was surprised not only at his own naiveté but also at Kojirō's ability to attract a woman, have an affair with her and keep the whole thing secret.\n\n\"Leave everything to me,\" he said. \"At the moment, it would be rather inappropriate for you to announce your marriage. First things first. It can be done after your bout.\" Like so many others, he was confident that final justification for Kojirō's fame and position would be forthcoming within a few days." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: I wonder if it wouldn't be wise to look the terrain over before Musashi arrives. It might give you a certain advantage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Remembering why he'd come, he went on: \"As I said, the council has decided the location for the bout. Since one requirement was that it be within Lord Tadatoshi's domain, but somewhere that crowds can't get to easily, it was agreed that an island would be ideal. The island chosen is a small one called Funashima, between Shimonoseki and Moji.\"\n\nHe looked thoughtful for a minute, then said, \"I wonder if it wouldn't be wise to look the terrain over before Musashi arrives. It might give you a certain advantage.\" His reasoning was that from a knowledge of the lay of the land, a swordsman would have an idea of how the fighting would proceed, how tightly to tie his sandals, how to make use of the terrain and the position of the sun. At the very least, Kojirō would have a sense of security, which would be impossible if he were entering the place for the first time.\n\nHe suggested they hire a fishing boat and go out to look at Funashima the next day.\n\nKojirō disagreed. \"The whole point of the Art of War is to be quick to seize an opening. Even when a man takes precautions, it often happens that his opponent will have anticipated them and devised means of offsetting them. It's much better to approach the situation with an open mind and move with perfect freedom.\"\n\nSeeing the logic of this argument, Kakubei made no more mention of going to Funashima." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Summoned by Kojirō, Omitsu served them sake, and the two men drank and chatted until late in the evening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the relaxed way in which Kakubei sipped his sake, it was evident that he was pleased with life and felt that his efforts to assist Kojirō had been rewarded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rather like a proud father, he said, \"I think it's all right to tell Omitsu. When this is over, we can invite her relatives and friends here for the marriage ceremony. It's a fine thing for you to be devoted to your sword, but you must also have a family if your name is to be carried on. When you're married, I'll feel I've done my duty by you.\"\n\nUnlike the happy old retainer with many years of service, Kojirō showed no signs of drunkenness. But then he was prone to silence these days anyway. Once the bout had been decided on, Kakubei had suggested and Tadatoshi had agreed to release Kojirō from his duties. He had enjoyed the unaccustomed leisure at first, but as the day approached and more and more people came to call, he found himself forced to entertain them. Recently, times when he could rest had become few. Still, he was reluctant to shut himself away and have people turned back at the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he did that, people would think he'd lost his composure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The idea that came to him was to go out into the country every day, his falcon on his fist. In nice weather, hiking over field and mountain with only the bird for a companion did his spirit good.\n\nWhen the falcon's alert azure eyes spotted a victim in the sky, Kojirō would release it. Then his own eyes, equally alert, would follow it as it rose and swooped down on its quarry. Until the feathers began to drift to earth, he remained breathless, transfixed, as though he himself were the falcon.\n\n\"Good! That's the way!\" he exclaimed when the falcon made the kill." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative chapter writing\nMy role: Provide a story segment\nYour role: Expand with six sentences, emulating Katherine M. Lawrence in the historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre\nNote: This is part of a larger work" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Love fades. Hate endures." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's what Saburo had come to believe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had never killed anyone he loved, although he had killed some whom he hated. Mostly he killed those for whom he had no feelings whatever.\n\nHe sat before one hundred and sixty-seven funerary tablets inside the shrine he had erected in a private temple located within the grounds of his estate. The memorial tablets named all who fell before his sword, his knife, his arrow, his pike, his rope, or his bare hands. He was loath to resort to poisons or similar artifice. It was unmanly. His assassinations were based on attacking someone face-to-face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Poisons were more of a woman's fashion, all so the assassin didn't have to use her hands nor look into the eyes of her \"object.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was what Saburo had taken to calling his quarry: objects.\n\nThough no doubt there were some women who enjoyed slaughter even more than many of their male counterparts did, rarely did they linger for the final throes. There were always some, however, who took particular relish in the performance of their acts. Some men and a few women of this singular profession were drawn to its practice for precisely this delight. However, Shima had been completely wrong in accusing Saburo of being one of those—someone who derives carnal excitement from killing. Saburo took no special relish in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For him it was a matter of commerce and trade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was simply what was. And it paid well.\n\nPeople who came to his estate house brought money with them, willing to part with it for his discreet services. His patrons wanted the objects of their choosing dead, and their own identities kept secret.\n\nPatrons. Saburo expected patronage and not an assassin's fee, though large sums of money were always passed to him at the beginning—\"for expenses.\"\n\nHe made it a rule to never do any less than was required, but neither would he do any more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Killing was a business, so why take additional risk if there was no payment? And assassinating someone was always a risk in and of itself, for even a cornered rat will put up a fight, and you never knew which rat might have luck or chance on its side on the day it made its final stand.\n\nThere were times that Saburo became the target of others who wanted vengeance. That was why he slipped away once his assignment was completed—so that no one knew who had done the deed, something that also made him successful in his enterprise as well as favored by his patrons.\n\nThe handier and more efficient he proved himself, the more the rewards that flowed, so that over time Saburo lived as well as any Lord, but without the accompanying responsibilities. His estate befit royalty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Located just below the spring-fed headwaters of the River of Forty Thousand Sands, the site was carefully chosen, for here the river could be counted on to flow year round—even in the driest of summers, when many rivers turned into dirt, or in the coldest of winters when other rivers iced over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Part of the stream had been diverted to form a moat, part natural and part artificial, through a trench that bound ten large buildings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A high, thick stone wall ringed the grounds, hugging the moat of reeds and yellow rushes, where ducks and other aquatic fowl nested—natural guardians, for they were more reliable than dogs for making a disorderly commotion at the approach of strangers.\n\nThe trees that normally shaded lands as lavish as these were absent. All the approaches had long ago been logged off, leaving only open fields for the hundred or so paces from any direction.\n\nYet on the other side of the walls, all manner of trees thrived, drawing their moisture from the waters that ran beneath the property and the dark-brown soil that covered the grounds.\n\nSaburo proved a complicated man with motives and behaviors that sometimes seemed at odds with an assassin's life. If he killed without feeling or remorse, why then did he pray for the souls of the dead—even for those whom he hated?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why build such an elaborate temple, with thick sliding double-panels made of hardwood, all to memorialize people he had killed?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Saburo sealed himself inside the temple, his household staff knew he was not to be disturbed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There, Saburo sat in contemplation. Usually he chanted with his eyes completely closed, his head slightly bowed. The shrine, typical of most shrines in families possessing great wealth, was elegant in its simplicity—a set of riser-shelves, lacquered black, which held the arrayed funerary tablets, each tablet identical in size regardless of the deceased's rank or station. In death were all not equal? Each lozenge was about one hand high and each bore a name, though a wise assassin would not use an object's true name. Despite being a private shrine, if the authorities were somehow to get inside his bastion, the tablets would provide the intruders with a roster that connected Saburo to many cases of sudden or mysterious deaths or disappearances." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus the tablets were inscribed with death names, a Buddhist custom, which gave the departed a \"precept\" name. The names were conceived by Saburo without consulting a priest. Why get one involved? And, after all, Saburo had been a priest and he had never renounced his order. Thus, the afterlife names he chose were always appropriate.\n\nThe musty-sweet smoke of incense curled into the air and spread its aroma throughout the shrine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The scent was one from his days at the monastery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The perfumer who recreated it had said it was a reminder of the seasons, unified in a single expression: spring's plum blossoms, summer's lotus leaves, autumn's chrysanthemums, and winter's apricots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These four constituents, mixed with magnolia shavings to encourage steady burning, gave off the distinctive odor, bringing back with it memories, both painful and tender, of the monastery and its lessons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tsurigane resonated but a single time. Saburo sensed someone approaching. The floorboards creaked. A familiar step.\n\n\"Kiri?\" Saburo called.\n\n\"Hai,\" answered a woman.\n\n\"Who summons me?\" Saburo spoke without moving, the panel still shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A stranger has come to the outer gates.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Describe him,\" Saburo said without looking up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A lone samurai dressed in a simple cloak. He says he wants an audience.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saburo opened his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Insignia?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None.\"\n\n\"Incognito, eh? If he needs it, clean him up. Then bring him to the audience room.\"\n\nThe day had been warm and especially humid, unusually so for this time of year.\n\nSaburo stood up, casting a long slow look across the kami-dana. About three-quarters of the tablet names were yet to be uttered. But they were all dead and the dead could wait." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The living? They were another matter. Someone had come with a mission.\n\nSaburo entered his private dressing chamber, where Kiri helped him don an outer robe of black silk. Though at first it seemed the robe bore no insignia or design, the perceptive eye could see the fine pinpoint stitching that revealed zodiac roundel designs. His robe black and his hair stark white created the contrast he sought—death itself moving in darkness. He put a black eye patch over his right eye to, among other things, give him an even more ominous look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before entering, Saburo looked into the audience chamber through an insubstantial void in the wall where he could appraise his guest, whom he guessed to be a man in his middle years.\n\nSaburo could tell his guest had gone to some trouble to dust-off this own garment, yet was not fully successful. It still carried the sheen of embedded grime. He had been on the road at least three days, probably more.\n\n\"Is he armed?\" Saburo whispered to Kiri.\n\n\"A tachi and a personal sword,\" she whispered in reply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He apologized for the dust. He said his kago was attacked by robbers and he walked the final leg of his trip.\"\n\nSaburo inclined his ear, his signal that Kiri was to continue.\n\n\"There was a battle. Our guest survived. Everyone else fell.\"\n\n\"He get cut?\"\n\n\"No, but his sword smells of blood.\"\n\n\"Who were his runners?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Monkey Bunch,\" she whispered, almost a hiss. She raised her brow to say that this was something unusual.\n\n\"The Monkey Bunch? No one dares to takes them on. And then he survived and slayed the attackers powerful enough to do that? Unless he's a bluffer, he's most unusual.\"\n\nStraightening himself, Saburo entered the audience chamber. The other man nodded slightly as though he were a daimyō acknowledging a vassal.\n\nSaburo returned an equally vague bow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though the other man wore a cowl, Saburo could see his face more clearly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Skin smooth. Eyes dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wolf, this one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've come to see me about something?\" Saburo said softly, for it was up to those who sought Saburo's services to reveal themselves first.\n\nThe man pulled back his cowl, uncovering a dark, long mane of hair that gave him the look of a bear, a kuma. Certainly he was not as large as he seemed from his bearing, although he was by no means small.\n\nSaburo's clients tended to be reticent about who they were, and there was something about this man that gave Saburo reason to believe details regarding his identity would not come easily. No matter. The only thing that had to be forthcoming was payment." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'scrolls' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For now, Saburo would simply call the stranger \"Kuma.\"\n\n\"A courier is traveling up the North Road. She's headed for the capital and has two sealed scrolls.\"\n\nSaburo listened.\n\n\"According to plan, she left two days ago taking the route through Chikuzen Prefecture. I have two ninja following her who will serve as informants and you can use them any way you want once you engage her.\"\n\nSaburo continued listening.\n\n\"We want the scrolls with the seals intact.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And the courier?\"\n\n\"We want her dead.\"\n\n\"You said she has already left. From where?\"\n\nKuma shifted imperceptibly. \"Does it matter?\"\n\n\"If I am to intercept her, it matters. She's coming through Chizuken, but what is her origin?\"\n\nThe bear-man answered, \"Far south.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The clan?\" he asked, even though he knew the answer. Better to keep Kuma talking.\n\nKuma cleared his throat. \"Taka,\" he answered softly. \"She's traveling as a samurai without badge of rank.\"\n\n\"Without badge of rank?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kuma nodded slowly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: trained, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Her rank is not samurai?\"\n\nKuma shook his head.\n\n\"A sham?\"\n\nKuma's expression showed he did not understand the point of the question, so Saburo prompted, \"A handmaid? Someone untrained? A decoy?\"\n\n\"She's trained.\"\n\n\"Trained how?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trained in the dojo, but untested. Nothing outside the Taka compound,\" said Kuma.\n\nSaburo's one good eye narrowed. \"Trained within the compound?\" he asked softly, his emphasis unmistakable.\n\nKuma nodded.\n\nSaburo's one eye closed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "High rank. The pieces were coming together—unspoken pieces that assassins never asked about, and which patrons never willingly revealed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This woman? She is someone of status?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was met by silence. \"Of course she is. She's been trained in the compound.\"\n\nKuma nodded again.\n\n\"How old?\n\n\"Seventeen springs.\"\n\nSaburo thought about all he'd heard and took a deep breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had decided: the one hundred and sixty-eighth object was about to be added to the tablets." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From Ō‑Utsumi, his object would have to cross at Kita. He had to leave this day by fast kago if he was going to kill her before she crossed the Barrier Strait and disappeared into the vastness of the Main Isle. \"I will leave immediately.\"\n\nKuma nodded sharply. \"No witnesses and no trace.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: 12 sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Katherine M. Lawrence style, historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crossing started off smoothly enough, but no sooner had the boat moved into the Strait's more open waters than the seas grew rough as intermittent gusts buffeted the craft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost at once, high clouds roiled over the far hills." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only then that the boatmen fathomed what the priests saw from their hilltop temples." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rapidly the blue western sky disappeared behind a thick cloak so dark that the west was almost night itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cold rain started to fall. As the wind picked up, it drove salty drizzle and spray ahead of it. If Tetsu harbored any doubts, he hid them down deep with the gold buried in his sleeve. In an almost brazen show of defiance, the captain now commanded his men to run up both of the shout's sails.\n\n\"Let's make speed. We have to be across before the storm hits,\" the senchou yelled to his men.\n\nHis crew, seemingly bolstered by their captain's confidence, pretended to be indifferent to the undulating sea as the shout picked up speed. It was the obvious thing to do: Outrun the incoming troughs. After all, far away, the Windward Sea in the east shone silvery and bright, almost placid. There was fair weather in the area if one only knew how to reach it.\n\nDarkness quickly closed in overhead. The waters turned gray—all except the whitecaps that rose under a hard westerly wind.\n\n\"The sails are working against us!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the sail man cried out as he wrestled with the mast and cloth." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're getting nowhere!\" the rope man strove to be heard over the sound of the waves.\n\n\"If we use kyōfū to blow us down the channel instead of fighting the crosswind, we'll have all the speed we can take!\" the sail man shouted.\n\nThe senchou shoved the tiller over, hard, turning the boat toward the east." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "i'll kick things off by writing a bit (might include characters you don't know yet), then you'll take over and write the next two sentences in the distinctive voice of Katherine M. Lawrence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Crows glided overhead, cawing, swooping toward one another, fighting over something while Yamabuki followed the narrow road, which ran along a precipice on one side, a cliff on the other. Several tall buildings lay at the end of the road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reining Mochizuki, Yamabuki swung her foot over the saddle and leapt down onto dry ground—the day's earlier torrential rains had not so much as touched Minezaki.\n\nShe landed well enough, considering the weight of her armor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gathering herself, she smiled at the irony of wearing something so heavy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she had chosen to remain a Taka court-maiden, she would now be wearing twelve heavy kimono." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The armor's bulk and weight, if anything, were less than the kimono's, or so she told herself.\n\nAs she reached up to take Mochizuki's bridle, out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small girl of not more than four springs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All by herself, the child stood in the middle of the road up ahead, within the dark shadow of the high bluffs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl looked down at an indentation in the dirt, and then looked up, gazing first at the warrior and then the battle horse. Satisfying whatever curiosity she might have had, the girl looked back down and started to pound the ground with a switch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh! Uh! Uh!\" the child intoned with every blow.\n\nSeems like the thing to do today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki smiled to herself, remembering the farmers and their soil-breaking rites." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when Yamabuki looked closer, she realized that the child was not actually beating the earth, but instead her target was the remains of a long-dead rat too rotted for even scavengers to notice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leading her colt forward, Yamabuki paused only a few steps away from the child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this, the girl looked up again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes twinkled. Unlike so many people too afraid to make eye contact with Yamabuki, the child was simply too innocent to be afraid.\n\nAnother set of live eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl grinned.\n\nMochizuki snorted and pawed at the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki nodded slightly, whereupon the child, still holding the switch, brought her tiny hands and fingers to her mouth and giggled, even as Yamabuki walked right up to her and squatted down, eye to eye.\n\nYamabuki smiled gently in return and asked softly, \"Do you have a name, girl?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment it seemed the girl was not going to answer, but then she giggled again and paused as if thinking. \"Kouma!\" she exclaimed at last, wrinkling her nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kouma?\" Yamabuki repeated, her brows slightly raised, and laughed. \"Kouma also happens to be my name.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki beamed, at which the child let out a cheerful laugh and offered a toothy smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tiny teeth.\n\nJust then a woman scuttled from one of the armory buildings, bowing several times as she rushed forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman's kimono was made of the same material and shared the same pattern as Kouma's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Briefly Yamabuki's eyes met the other woman's, whose expression was one of embarrassment, not fear.\n\n\"She shouldn't be here at this time of day,\" said the woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not sure how she got out!\"\n\nYamabuki stood up. Little Kouma stepped back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The older woman bowed yet again as she took the girl's hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please excuse us. My husband\"—she now grew flustered, sputtering—\"he'll be here shortly.\"\n\nAt first Kouma's face filled with surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then her little mouth quivered. She bit her lower lip that had begun to tremble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She waved with her free hand in protest. \"Nooo!\" she wailed in a high-pitched voice as the woman started to drag her away. \"Horsey!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kouma continued moaning as the woman pulled the frustrated child toward the furthest building—the one against the far cliff wall. Once inside, the sliding wooden outer door slammed shut behind them with a thud." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: 12 sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Katherine M. Lawrence style, historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A stocky but muscular man, dressed in the off-white craftsman's tunic and tall black pod-shaped hat of a smith, approached Yamabuki from the door of the largest of the buildings—the one with the highest roof, from which smoke curled through a vent hole. The man had a pleasant expression fixed on his face.\n\nHe paused about eight paces away from her and bowed formally. \"Welcome, Taka-sama,\" he said, invoking the lofty appellation sama reserved for the lordly.\n\n\"You are the Katchū-shi?\" she asked.\n\n\"Indeed I am. I'm Kōno Taro.\"\n\n\"Kōno Taro, eh?\"\n\nTaro: eldest son. Probably the father was the Katchū-shi before Taro was of age and then the son took over the armory. Taro could also mean thick. Certainly his arms were muscular. No doubt well developed.\n\nTaro smiled earnestly, taking four steps closer, looking at her armor first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all, what else would immediately draw an armorer's attention?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Especially damaged armor. \"I see you've been in a duel. May I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lifted his empty hands up as though he were a priest about to bestow a blessing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nodded and he took three more steps forward, looking even more closely at the corselet.\n\nHis eyes narrowed. \"Hm. Straight and shallow cut. From a naginata?\"\n\n\"Nodachi.\"\n\n\"Ha!\" Taro's brows shot up. \"Well,\" he sniffed with a look of contained admiration, \"it would seem you survived.\"\n\n\"My opponents were not as fortunate.\"\n\n\"Ha-ha,\" he laughed perfunctorily. \"All my customers seem to say the same. I've never had one of the dead come to have their armor repaired.\" Taro laughed at his own joke.\n\nYamabuki grimaced. \"He did leave me this little miyage,\" she continued, running her finger along the rent in her dō.\n\n\"So you want this souvenir removed and the armor mended?\"\n\n\"I am sure that is not a surprising request given your line of work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He returned another polite smile and nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on her corselet." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'blade' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, Taka-sama, your armor is impressive. Not just lacquered platelets, but with metal rings sewn in. Rare.\"\n\n\"You fix more than leather armor, then?\"\n\n\"Every type.\"\n\n\"How is it you boast such vast experience, yet you live in a town without a castle? Which daimyō is your patron?\"\n\nTaro shifted uneasily.\n\n\"It is complicated.\"\n\nHe looked fixedly at her face and then, like a mirror, he moved his finger along his own face to trace the gash that he saw on her left cheek. \"Nicked by the blade?\" he asked simply.\n\n\"Rock,\" she answered. \"A gift from a dying assassin.\"\n\nTaro muttered, \"It's not as clean as a nick from a blade.\" Standing his ground, he bent forward as if to bow, but actually he looked closer. \"But it's also not deep, so that's better,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm. That'll heal without a scar, I think. You're young. You don't need my needle.\"\n\n\"Need your needle?\"\n\n\"Not all my sewing benefits armor. Sometimes it is the wearer who is in more need of my services than what the warrior wears,\" he said with twinkling eyes. \"Though sometimes\"—he darkened as if taking in a memory—\"it requires the special touch from the hot pike.\"\n\n\"Hot pike,\" Yamabuki repeated flatly.\n\n\"Hai. Seals the wound. Works better than moe kusa. Burning flaming herb on the skin can leave a burn-scar worse than the original cut.\" Kōno smiled to himself and nodded. \"The pike is best when it's needed—but as I said, I doubt you'll need it.\"\n\n\"Let's hope it doesn't come to that,\" she said.\n\nTaro chuckled darkly in agreement. \"Come inside.\"\n\nYamabuki nodded. \"My mount?\"\n\nTaro yelled so loud that his voice echoed off the cliff walls, \"Yo-ichi!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Immediately a young man of about fourteen springs ran out of the armory." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki pulled her naginata from the stirrup boot holder and grabbed her saddlebag. She usually would have carried it over her shoulder, but this time, owing to the rip in the bodice, she let the bag hang over her arm. She stepped away from her colt.\n\nYo-ichi took Mochizuki's bridle gently but firmly. \"I'll take him to the stables,\" he said, leading the mount toward some structures at the far cliff wall.\n\n\"Yo-ichi seems well acquainted with war horses.\"\n\n\"It's the only kind we usually see,\" Kōno replied softly. \"Come.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on the story, maintaining character relationships, in the historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With its doors and windows wide open, the late-afternoon light flooded the workshop. Within, the only other people in evidence besides Yamabuki and Kōno were two youths. Their backs to her, they cried out in unison, \"Irrashai! \"—a rather informal form of welcome, which amounted to come in.\n\nA gentle breeze blew through the armory, carrying the workshop's scents: the sweetness of lacquer, dye, and fresh-cut bamboo mingled with the more-acrid odor of tanning emollient, rusting iron, and burning charcoal. The planked rough pine flooring, which provided the most predominant smell, covered nearly the entire interior floor space, except for a stone-built forge near the back of the shop for working metal.\n\nMost interesting to Yamabuki were the array of about ten wooden cage-like frames that held a variety of armor in various stages of completion, each armor piece suspended by strings and knots Open boxes of kozane, small platelets that looked like rectangular perforated coins, lay here and there. Half-stitched-together rows of kozane lay stacked in other bins, the individual plates bound by shared silk threads of vivid colors. Toward the back of the shop, away from the forge, shattered and broken armor of a wide variety of types and colors were more or less heaped into piles. The only difference in the piles was which part of the body a piece was intended. Chest protectors here. Shoulder guards there. Shin guards in yet another pile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two workers remained at their stations and so absorbed in their work that they had not even once bothered to look up at their visitor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eiji! Fuyuki!\" Taro barked. Like soldiers, the two workers leapt up and dashed forward. Yamabuki instinctively stiffened at the on-rushing men, but relaxed a bit when they paused about five paces away and bowed low before her.\n\nShe stood before them, her naginata's heel against the floor—its sharp blade gleaming in the afternoon sun. Her long sword at her right hip, hanging from cords tachi style, and her medium-length personal sword tucked through her cobalt-blue silk waist sash. She held her saddlebags with her right hand.\n\nTaro glared at them. \"Taka,\" he hissed low, turning his head away from them and toward Yamabuki, stretching out the word into two distinct syllables—almost in a whisper.\n\nThey again bowed as they gave a more formal greeting than earlier: \"Irrashimase, samurai-sama!\"\n\nTaro, still severe, jabbed his finger toward the two and they bowed yet again, this time even lower. \"May we assist you, Taka-sama?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "they asked almost in unison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Help the bushi out of her armor,\" Taro said, softly but firmly.\n\nThe two young men took her naginata and placed it into a holder, took the long sword, still in its scabbard, and set it on a sword stand.\n\nUnlike the previous evening at the Wakatake Inn, where the two lovely young female attendants had helped Yamabuki remove all the other armor pieces before removing her helmet, Eiji and Fuyuki relieved her of her kabuto straightaway.\n\nNagato customs certainly are different.\n\nAnd unlike the night before, Eiji and Fuyuki withheld any gasps of surprise as Yamabuki's long tresses fell to her shoulders.\n\nCarefully the two young men undid the dō's fastenings. Together they lifted away her torn corselet and smartly brought it forward, tying it onto one of the lattice work stands. As for her undamaged armor, they meticulously—almost reverently—removed and stacked the remaining pieces.\n\nShe found herself standing in her dark-green-and-beige kimono and hakama, her personal sword never leaving her side.\n\nTaro moved toward the broken corselet that was now strung and suspended within one of the wooden frames, which he circled in order to see the damaged chest protector from all sides before he touched it. When he finally did, he murmured, \"I have not ever seen armor quite like this.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'matter' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He put his hand inside the corselet, running his finger over the interior metal sections.\n\n\"So, you are saying that because you haven't encountered Kadai-iwa's armor, you can't repair it?\"\n\n\"Oh no. I can. It's just that I've never seen a corselet with sewn-in metal rings as backing to kozane strips. And this... is silk,\" he said, brushing his hand along the inside of the armor, \"between the metal and the wearer.\"\n\nShe nodded.\n\n\"The rings are intact, though the stitching is ripped.\" He hummed to himself. \"But that's just a matter of re-stitching.\" He looked up gleefully. \"Yes. I can do it. In fact, it'll be fascinating.\" He looked directly at her, falling silent.\n\nNow for the matter of payment, I suppose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She waited as she had been taught by her teachers at the Taka compound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Let the merchant speak first.\n\nTaro said nothing.\n\nShe renewed her look of impassiveness.\n\nHe looked back.\n\nShe raised her eyebrows and tilted her head indicating that she was not going to speak.\n\nAt last he sighed and said, head bowed, but eyes up—meeting hers, \"Fifty pieces of silver.\"\n\n\"Fifty?\" she repeated flatly and tilted her head slightly.\n\nHe reddened. \"I will deliver it completed in two days.\"\n\n\"Two days?\" She let her disappointment show.\n\n\"Two days... two days to do it properly.\"\n\n\"That long? Are you working on other armor first?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned her head slightly, nodding toward the piles in the back of armory. \"Is there a lot of work ahead of mine?\"\n\nTaro shifted uncomfortably as he looked in the direction that she indicated. With a small, embarrassed smile through clenched teeth, he answered, \"Oh-ha. You come first. Those pieces?\" He inclined his head toward the armor piles. \"Those are payment from those who did not have coins to cover the fee.\"\n\nIndeed, the armor in the back was not stored with a great deal of dignity. Now that her eyes grew even more accustomed to the dimness at the back of the shop, she noticed that many of the broken pieces were bloodstained. She let her face twist into a look of distaste.\n\nLooted from the losers? Of course.\n\nYamabuki's thoughts now went back to where she left the fencing master lying resplendent, though dead, in full armor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably his yoroi would have fetched a handsome sum." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'armor' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, she could not imagine herself hauling around the fencing master's armor to just get some money, let alone stripping his body like she was some scavenger.\n\nIf I die in battle, will I be stripped? The thought had never really occurred to her. I suppose I won't care because I'll be dead and my severed head in some kill-box, ready to be presented to some miscreant.\n\nYamabuki's attention returned to the cage-like frames where she noticed a magnificent piece of armor on a nearby work rack. Its kozane were the deep blue of the ocean under starlight. The silk cords were emerald and white. It carried the clan crest: gentian flowers over bamboo leaves.\n\n\"And that?\" she asked, indicating what could only have been an active endeavor. \"Is that one ahead of mine?\"\n\n\"That,\" he said cheerfully, \"is completed. The owner's been in town for some time now. I think he's waiting for someone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The wounded armor seems healed,\" she agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It certainly wasn't when he arrived. He's young. Strong.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused. \"Handsome,\" he whispered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Work this phrase into your response organically: \"A handsome man is someone who looks better than a demon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Like your encounter with the nodachi man, his opponents did not fare well.\"\n\nHandsome, eh? As for being handsome, Yamabuki's mother had often said, \"A handsome man is someone who looks better than a demon.\"\n\nYamabuki sighed, \"If your workmanship is as good as you claim, I will pay you what you ask.\"\n\n\"Ha!\" Taro bowed formally. \"I am honored.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"One more question. Does the town have a swordsmith?\"\n\nTaro shook his head. \"It did... until three summers ago.\"\n\n\"No work?\" she asked skeptically.\n\n\"Oh, plenty of work.\" He whispered, \"Tōsō.\"\n\n\"The pox?\"\n\nTaro nodded slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So who sharpens swords now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alas, I've had to take that on.\"\n\n\"Alas?\"\n\n\"My skill is in making iron things that blunt and block weapons, not so much in making steel things that are sharp.\"\n\nShe stepped to the weapons rack to retrieve her scabbard and withdrew the long blade halfway. Even in the shadowy shop, its edge flashed. She lifted the cutting edge horizontally for his inspection.\n\n\"This is Tiger Claw. The damage is from this morning,\" she said simply. \"What can you do with this? And be careful.\"\n\n\"I may not be an expert polisher, but I know my way around swords. I rarely, if ever, nick myself.\"\n\n\"You certainly do not want to nick yourself with this. Though I've taken great care to wipe it clean, it might still have vestiges of fugu.\"\n\n\"Paralyzing poison?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's say my assailants had, well... a bit of imagination.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah.\" He bowed to Tiger Claw. \"May I ask who made your sword?\"\n\nShe bestowed a satisfied expression. \"Yukiyasu.\"\n\n\"Ha!\" he exclaimed. \"This work certainly is too good for me.\"\n\nShe frowned.\n\n\"The last smith—the one who died—he was an apprentice to Arinari Ichi. Fifth-generation sword makers. You've no doubt you've heard of the Arinari?\"\n\n\"Arinari? No.\"\n\nTaro seemed surprised. He sniffed. \"The Arinari are swordsmiths to the Emperor.\"\n\n\"If your dead swordsmith was associated with ones so illustrious, then why was he in Minezaki instead of living in wealth and ease in Heian-kyō.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taro shifted awkwardly. \"Ah, well... like many people in this town, matters proved—how shall I say this—difficult for him in the capital, and so he made his way south to where he could earn a living.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nevertheless, my blade needs to be sharpened.\"\n\nTaro bowed in acquiescence. \"Since I am not accomplished as a polisher, I will take this on and include it as part of the original fee.\"\n\nYamabuki bowed slightly, accepting the offer. \"Your apprentices. Do they know this town well?\"\n\n\"Ah! My sons? Hai.\"\n\n\"They would know if strangers come to town?\"\n\nTaro's mouth twisted. \"We are at the intersection of two great highways. Lots of strangers pass up and down North Road. There are others who come along the East-West Passage. On most any day there are more strangers in this town than people who live here, though most of the townspeople have been out readying the fields.\"\n\n\"I am looking for a stranger who has but one eye. See anyone like that recently?\"\n\nEiji and Fuyuki looked at one another and shook their heads. \"Everyone has two eyes in this town,\" Fuyuki said at last, \"even the blind ones.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am on the lookout for an assassin—a clever one. He goes by the name Saburo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah. The fugu. A shinobi?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taro asked quietly. \"An assassin's trick.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The last time I saw him, Saburo was wearing the clothes of a fisherman, but it was probably a disguise. If you see a man with but one eye, all his teeth, and decidedly black hair, you will tell me?\"\n\n\"Ah.\" Taro nodded.\n\nShe frowned. \"Don't confront him. He's extremely dangerous. Just come and tell me and I shall take care of it.\"\n\nTaro nodded and raised his wrist toward Eiji and Fuyuki, which meant they were to comply with Yamabuki's request.\n\nShe fully sheathed Tiger Claw and handed it to Taro.\n\nTaro accepted the sheathed sword and then grew intent. \"This can be a dangerous town. It's not from just a one-eyed man.\"\n\nShe tapped her shorter sword, Tiger Cub, which remained in its scabbard tucked through her waist sash. \"Does this town have an inn? Food? Saké?\"\n\nTaro exchanged looks with his sons. They were polite glances, but she could see they revealed concern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taro took in a quick breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, it does. The house with the dark-green banner, but a Lady such as yourself would do better than staying at the saké house.\" He shifted uncomfortably with a look of embarrassment. \"The saké house has rooms, but they are\"—he paused as if searching for words—\"not so good. The only kind of women who stay there are the kind who serve male patrons, and it isn't saké they serve, if you take my meaning.\"\n\nShe laughed inwardly. I left three dead men in the road today, my armor is ripped open, my blade edge is battle worn, and he thinks I'm too delicate to be told outright that there are yahochi in this town.\n\n\"I can make do.\"\n\n\"Well.\" Taro nodded to himself and said simply, \"What if you stay here. At the Ledge. We have food, such as it is, and a warm place to sleep. Part of the fifty silver pieces.\"\n\n\"Stay here? In the armory?\"\n\n\"There's a small guest quarters. Not used anymore. My daughter will show you. It's quiet and out of the way. Even a two-eyed man would have trouble finding it.\"\n\n\"Very well. I don't want to be too far from Mochizuki, anyway.\"\n\n\"Very wise in this town,\" Kōno nodded. \"Mari!\" he cried out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The guest house is simple...\" he said apologetically." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No need to say more. So long as the bed has no mushi, I will be satisfied.\"\n\nTaro gulped and nodded." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: 12 sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Katherine M. Lawrence style, historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'small'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A pretty woman maybe two or three years younger than Yamabuki came to the shop's open back entry and stood, shyly waiting. Yamabuki flashed her a small smile of encouragement. Taro then turned and burst into a grin. \"Ah!\" he exclaimed, waving the girl over. \"Come. Come. My daughter, Mari,\" he said, more or less introducing her.\n\nYamabuki immediately noticed that Mari was dressed in a kimono graced by a pattern which was a mixture of orange shades and then decorated with small blue and red butterflies. It was identical to the kimono worn by Kouma and her young mother.\n\nMari walked closer and bowed to the warrior, who returned a slight nod.\n\n\"The samurai will be staying in...\" Taro began, but then paused as if searching for a word, \"the House.\"\n\nMari blinked and stared almost blankly. Then something seemed to enter her thoughts. \"Ha! Hai. Hai,\" she said rapidly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The House!\" she repeated. \"Of course. Yes.\"\n\n\"She will be our honored guest for two nights.\" Taro's eyes brightened with pride. \"Share our food with her. See she wants for nothing.\" Mari bowed, indicating that she understood. Yamabuki and the armorer exchanged bows, his much lower than hers.\n\nMari took one of the small brazier lamps from near the armory's hearth and then led Yamabuki out a side exit, giving Yamabuki her first complete view of the back. She scrutinized the surroundings and the four smaller structures tucked away behind the armory in the expansive open area.\n\nTwo naturally perpendicular vertical rock walls, almost like those of a granite castle, boxed-in the mesa. The two walls—one on the west and the other on the north—created a notch. The remaining side was open to the eastern sky and an almost-vertical drop-off. In effect, it was a cul-de-sac, Ledge Road, coming in from the south." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like all things in life, the location's advantages were also its weakness. The natural terrain guarded three sides and thus there was only one way in or out—Ledge Road, making it both a fortress and a trap.\n\nOn the ledge itself, two buildings, likely the family living quarters, faced east-southeast, which probably meant that they caught the morning sun and could be counted on to remain in warmth and light for most of the day. They were close, but not too close, to the night-soil pits. Not too far to walk at night.\n\nYamabuki had become more than acquainted with the latter contrivances over her last ten days on the road—nothing like the indoor boxes of sand at the Taka compound. Out in the countryside, these primitive slots were dug in the earth and had timber rails that ran along each side. To relieve herself she would have to brace with her hands, her hind end naked in the wind, poised over someone else's kuso. She thought the smell at the Taka compound was bad, but these ditches were indeed ripe. But no matter, she would be able to find them at night, if only by their smell.\n\nThe third structure was built at the furthest end of the Ledge, against the far rock wall. What did it conceal?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Possibly a secret set of caves? A back way out? It was where Kouma and her mother had disappeared.\n\nSecret way or not, the stables stood next to the third building. She took some comfort in the fact her horse would remain the furthest in and somewhat hidden, though she pitied anyone else who would try to ride the temperamental colt. From where she stood, she saw Mochizuki munching on some feed while Yo-ichi brushed the horse's coat. A good boy, taking care of the colt.\n\nThe last building, the one Taro had referred to as the \"House,\" was at the base of the towering cliff on the left, immediately behind the armory and the farthest from the night-soil pit.\n\nThe House had an eastern exposure, but being further from the drop-off, likely was less sunny in the morning. This guest house, therefore, was designed to allow \"good people,\" unlike the commoners, to sleep past dawn.\n\nAs the sun settled behind the west ridge, darkness quickly spread over the cluster of buildings. The mountain air dampened and brought an extra chill to the spring evening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This way,\" Mari said as she stepped onto what could only be called a poor man's version of an engawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unlike the outer walkways at the Taka compound, where as many as six people could walk abreast, this one was hardly wide enough for one person, but the propriety it added suggested that anyone who stayed in the guest house must be important." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Made of pine wood with a thatched roof, the entire footprint of the dwelling was smaller than Yamabuki's sleeping chamber in her own private estate house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mari put her shoulder into the heavy wooden outer door, which scraped against the rails." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It has been a while,\" she apologized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll sweep and oil the rail right after you've settled in.\"\n\nMari kicked off her simple sandals and stepped inside. She put the lamp on a small stone pillar—a wise precaution to contain things that burned, especially when they were brought into all-wood-and-straw buildings.\n\nRight behind, Yamabuki removed her boots and followed.\n\nThe guest house was not much more than a large room. The floor planks were smooth, but not lacquered—thus they absorbed the light—and with the building in the shadow of the cliff, the interior was almost night-like, but thanks to the brazier, cheerful enough.\n\n\"I'm sure this place is not what you are accustomed to. Not for a fine Lady such as yourself.\"\n\nYamabuki shook her head, her lips pressed together, to say that everything was well. There were no words of complaint forthcoming.\n\n\"My father. He's a good man. Not like the low-lifes who loiter around this town.\"\n\n\"A town of low-lifes.\" Yamabuki laughed softly. Every one of the towns and places she had stayed over the last ten nights was more or less filled with despicable people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had given up the life of the Court to discover the true world, and now she most certainly had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have heard the rumors?\" Mari looked quizzically before her mouth drew into a thin line. \"Young Hiromoto and his followers are battling with the Ōuchi.\"\n\n\"I've heard of him. Yes.\" Yamabuki nodded.\n\nMari hesitated. \"Maybe I shouldn't be saying such things to a Taka samurai but, as you are a woman warrior traveling on her own through this district, I have to speak. Many warriors are using the rebellion as an excuse to loot. They don't fight in the battles. They come in after the defeated run away and the winners go in chase. 'Without the rule of law, the lawless rule,' at least that's what everyone's saying.\"\n\nYamabuki put Tiger Cub on a low stand near the bedding. \"I will be careful.\" She laughed softly. \"As you can see,\" Yamabuki said, sweeping her hand across her bloodied riding-skirt, \"I have had my own encounters with low-lifes.\" Yamabuki straightened. \"You said something about food,\" she said, for her stomach had begun to churn.\n\n\"Ah! Please wait.\" Mari bowed and disappeared.\n\nYamabuki sat down on the sleeping mat.\n\nMari was not long in returning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please.\" She set down a bowl before Yamabuki." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'kimono' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Millet—kibi.\n\nMari poured hot wine into a cup.\n\nKushi! Yamabuki tried not to let her face show her disappointment with the beverage, a rustic's form of saké. Fermented barley sap. Hardly fit to drink. Kushi meant \"mysterious thing.\" The mystery is how anyone can stomach it.\n\nMari stepped outside momentarily and returned with a colorful bundle. \"Samurai-sama. It's still the Hour of the Monkey.\"\n\nYamabuki nodded. And so?\n\n\"I have brought you a kimono.\" Mari smiled. \"I can wash and press your riding clothes. This kimono is fresh. And if you put it on before the Hour of the Bird, then changing to new clothes won't bring any bad luck.\"\n\n\"Bad luck?\" Yamabuki almost made a comment about the luck of the day, but then let it go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was alive and maybe that had been a matter of luck... as well as years of drilling in the fencing hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The material is like yours,\" Yamabuki said, touching the bundle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hai. Our family kimono. All the women wear the same pattern. I hope that this doesn't offend you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki shook her head. The idea of getting to wear clean and fresh clothing appealed to her. Though not common, the clothing was not especially regal, either. As if she could read Yamabuki's mind, Mari said, \"I saw you wore royal yellow. We have nothing so fine, but this garment is warm. The nights are cold here in the high hills.\"\n\n\"Cold in spring?\"\n\n\"Travelers are usually the first to notice. I saw your bearskin fur boots. Keep them close.\"\n\nMari dropped a glowing ember from her brazier into the irori, then from a box, never getting her hands dirty, she poured a few coal lumps on top. The cold coals in the fire pit began to glow.\n\n\"You know how to move fires.\" Yamabuki gave her a small nod as the irori warmed the room.\n\n\"It is my duty that the flames do not ever go out,\" said Mari as she helped Yamabuki into the Kōno clan kimono. She took Yamabuki's clothing, vowing to have them completely cleaned by morning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mari ended by asking if there was anything else Yamabuki needed, pledging to be of service." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The warrior said all she wanted to do was rest for the night.\n\nBy herself, Yamabuki took stock. The room was so small, it was not fit for much more than sleeping.\n\nHow can one sleep after this?\n\nIndeed, it had been a horrible day.\n\n\"It's time,\" she mumbled to herself. She reached into her saddlebag." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Chapter Segment Request:\n- Sentences: eight sentences\n- Style: Katherine M. Lawrence\n- Genre: historical fiction, Japan, adventure\n- Note: Part of ongoing narrative" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The vernal equinox dawned. Yamabuki and Tomoko were told to wait in the Great Chamber of Plum Blossoms for the ceremonial preparations. They looked at one another, at first saying little. For the most part, the two girls pretended to study the fine, ornate white and pink blooms painted on the room's walls and screens.\n\nBuilt to withstand the elements along the strategic windward bluffs, the Taka compound was influenced by—some said adapted from—the disparate T'ang and Toi styles of architecture.\n\nThe architecture found elsewhere in semi-tropical parts of Akitsushima had rooms that were separated merely by kichō drapes or misu screens. Flimsy fabric that allowed conversations to flow over their tops. Almost anyone could eavesdrop." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'you're' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other hand, the Taka compounds halls were partitioned into various chambers that could be closed off by sliding panels that reached to the ceiling. These rooms were enclaves unto themselves. The heavy wooden walls on rails also kept the interior warm and private.\n\nAlone, with the doors closed to the Great Chamber of Plum Blossoms, the two girls were certain that they could not be overheard.\n\nYamabuki asked at last, \"What are the whispers about today?\"\n\n\"Some of the women, and not just the younger ones, have been gossiping that today you're being elevated to the status of a boy.\"\n\n\"A boy?\"\n\n\"Yes. Since you're having your mogi in your twelfth year, they're saying your father plans to make you the next daimyō.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'yamabuki' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone knows that I'm a girl,\" Yamabuki protested. \"My father's not going to make me a warlord. Is he?\" Yamabuki, perhaps for the first time, was seeing something for herself that was plain to almost everyone else. \"No one's said—\"\n\nTomoko whispered, \"Everyone also knows that there have been women emperors, and not just Jingū. Kōken was an Empress.\"\n\n\"Four hundred years ago.\" An ancient idea, Yamabuki argued.\n\nTomoko laughed playfully. \"You do know your history of the lineages, so I'm sure you also know that even today women daimyō rule entire prefectures.\" She dropped her voice even lower, holding her mouth as though she wanted no one to be able to read her lips. \"In the north.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki frowned. \"There's only one in the entire Empire, and she's a rustic. A dowager. And everyone says she's homely with warts all over her face, and has hair as short as a nun's.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe so. But she's a warlord in her own right, and they say she's fighting the barbarians, and they say she commands just like her husband did, and that she personally leads her troops into battle, and that she's winning,\" said Tomoko, all in one breath.\n\nYamabuki paused, as if thinking on what Tomoko had just said, and then asked, \"Is there anything more they're saying?\"\n\n\"People are saying that you have no brothers.\"\n\n\"So?\"\n\n\"Well, that more than anything else means you'll be made the next warlord. It can't be someone from your mother's clan.\"\n\n\"Some of the courtiers hate the Itō clan, don't they?\"\n\n\"Not everyone.\" Tomoko beamed, for her own kuge lineage, too, was partly Itō.\n\nA sharp sound broke through the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The main door opened so quickly it almost flew off the rails." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The corridor leading into the chamber was crowded with dark figures standing back in shadows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lady Taka!\" a female voice cried out.\n\nYamabuki's mother stepped forward into the full light. Wearing multilayer kimono and courtly make-up, she could not have looked more perfect had she been presented to the Emperor Himself. Yamabuki immediately met her mother's gaze. Their quick glance reflected everything that was special between mother and daughter. A secret not to be shared outside of themselves.\n\nYamabuki and Tomoko fell to their knees, their foreheads to the floor, kowtowing before the lofty personage, mother or not.\n\n\"Denka!\" they uttered in unison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As though she were in command on a battlefield, Lady Taka carried a silver tessen of seventeen iron folds that symbolized her authority. She was followed by eight nyōbō, her personal handmaids who, like Lady Taka, wore rice-white make-up and had blackened their teeth. Their carefully brushed hair was so long that it reached the floor. The sounds of silk kimono, hems rubbing, hissed like the music of silk strings as the handmaids carried in armloads of the finest fabrics. Behind them, at least another twenty women of the household staff, in almost martial formation, scurried up with even more bundles of material of the most exquisite colors and patterns.\n\nThe scuffle of so many feet over wooden floors was the only other sound. Normally among such a throng there would have been the murmur of many voices, but today there was only one.\n\n\"Enough bowing!\" Lady Taka lifted her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stand up. Bowing will have to wait—there will be plenty of time for bowing before this day is over. Much to do. Too little time to do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temple bell began to toll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Four strikes reverberated through the compound. The Hour of the Snake: the part of the day when the rising red and orange of the sun vanished; a time when the orb was above the trees, but far below mid-heaven. Today the four familiar bell peals carried a sense of urgency. Yamabuki shook her head, trying to cast away any feelings of dread. She knew that she had to be dressed and ready by the Hour of the Sheep—when the sun had left mid-heavens to start its western descent.\n\nThough Lady Taka seemed composed, Yamabuki could sense her mood, something her mother had never successfully been able to conceal from her daughter, even before the child could walk.\n\nThis was to be Yamabuki's great day, yet the older handmaids paid surprisingly little attention to her, the invitee of honor. The nyōbō, bigger than either of the two girls, moved toward Yamabuki, gently nudging Tomoko aside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yamabuki shot a quick look to her mother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why are they so rude?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But her mother was looking away, busily instructing some of the confused and overwhelmed porters who had never carried so many things at once. Without wasting a moment, two nyōbō proceeded to pull off Yamabuki's tunic and then her white, rich silk under-sheath, leaving Yamabuki naked and shivering. She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms. True, the household staff were expected to dress and undress those whom they served, and to help them in the privy, but never should Yamabuki have been exposed in front of other people. Only Tomoko was permitted to glimpse Yamabuki totally undressed, let alone touch and disrobe her. The nyōbō acted indifferently, as if they had every right, yet Yamabuki felt she was on show. Only because her mother was present and in charge did Yamabuki stay quiet.\n\nThe nyōbō exchanged secretive glances, observing the correctness of the gossip: Yamabuki's body was not yet fully a womanly form—still a slip of a girl, a mere child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomoko seethed. Her expression turned black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She blanched and then flushed. Without being invited, she turned on her heel and ran up to one of the entourage.\n\n\"A shitagi!\" she demanded.\n\nOne of the porters vapidly raised a rich red silk version of the under-kimono. Tomoko paused over the color—was it even a shitagi?—then, deciding it was, tore it out of the porter's hands and dashed back to Yamabuki. Instantly, Tomoko helped Yamabuki into it.\n\n\"An adult woman of nobility wears a shitagi of red silk,\" Rei said dryly, adding, \"Red silk. Helps you with your monthly pain.\" The older handmaid then cast a small, sour smile toward the younger one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tomoko turned her nose up, too angry to look back and too polite to say anything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shhh,\" Yamabuki whispered to Tomoko. \"Don't listen.\" Yamabuki curled her lip. \"Rei's shitagi is probably brown like moldering leaves. Wormwood.\" Both girls giggled.\n\n\"I see we are ready,\" Lady Taka announced to everyone, though she glared at her daughter, whose sharp words must have carried to a mother whose ears were quite attuned to the child's voice. \"Let us begin!\" She flicked the fan, which made a smart snapping sound of metal-on-metal.\n\nWith Yamabuki's under-kimono in place, the trying on of kimono layers began in earnest. Like a doll, Yamabuki was dressed, undressed, and re-dressed while Lady Taka pronounced which, if any, of her weavers' and tailors' creations were worthy of her daughter. Lady Taka decided quickly: This kimono. No! That kimono." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now another one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No! None of them. Now yet another one.\n\nYamabuki was still in the midst of trying on kimono when nine bell strikes sounded. The first quarter of the Hour of the Horse, the noon span, had started. Though at first Yamabuki had donned the exquisite garments with some relish, after a while she began to grow weary of the continuous changes of costume, especially since more than once she was forced to give up some of the patterns and colors she found most fetching. Not only kimono, but Yamabuki was also fitted with shoulder pads and stiff-starched draping trains so hardened with vegetable extracts that they seemed more wood than cloth. The heavy ends of the kimono sleeves were rolled back and the interior dabbed with a thick rice mash to glue the cuffs out of the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let it dry. Don't move,\" said a nyōbō." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, with the sun moving into position directly overhead, Yamabuki stood wrapped like an overstuffed puppet in the karaginumo, \"the T'ang-style sheath and skirt.\" She felt as if the layers weighed almost as much as she.\n\n\"One layer for each of your years,\" said one of the handmaids.\n\nIn actuality, all told, there were more than twelve layers.\n\n\"Now. Move,\" Lady Taka whispered loudly. \"You have to move.\" She nodded encouragingly.\n\nYamabuki took a halting half step. \"I can't move in this. It binds.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You well know it's meant to be that way. A woman of station doesn't stride like she's galloping back to the stable. She takes small, stately steps, or she won't be taken for the lady that she is.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'colors' must be used 4 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's so heavy.\"\n\nLady Taka ignored the protest and, with a sweep of the hand, summoned one of the porters, who came forward with a flawlessly polished and smooth steel mirror.\n\nYamabuki gazed at herself. She was indeed enticing. The kimono colors included white blossom, cherry blossom, straw, fern, leaves, burnt orange, plum, sunflower, and rust: the colors found in nature during all the seasons. Likely it would have been easier to say which colors were not included—black, red, blue, yellow: \"official\" colors associated with governmental rank.\n\nThe patterns of Yamabuki's kimono were varied, yet fit together as a whole. Everyone, including Yamabuki, had to admit, her mother's final choices were perfect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But now that she was wrapped within the so-called twelve layers, jūnihitoe, Yamabuki began to feel overheated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tried to console herself that the layers were a requirement of those of her station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nonetheless, she began to sweat. She grew parched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned her head slightly, catching Tomoko's gaze. Mizu, Yamabuki silently mouthed. Water.\n\nQuickly Tomoko scurried away, and came back with a ladle, stretching out her arm. Rei pushed it away, chiding, \"Away with that! What if you spilled it? You want to ruin what we're doing? Stain the kimono?\"\n\nTomoko backed away, looking down, which did not please Yamabuki, who again thought to complain to Lady Taka. This was an unusually warm spring day, and Tomoko was only trying to help. But then Yamabuki again thought better of it. She would have to get used to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all, it was something every noblewoman endured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elegant ladies rarely removed all their kimono layers—maybe only twice a year, when warm weather permitted bathing.\n\nBesides, the preparations were far from over. There would be no complaining. Not today.\n\nAll at once, two of the nyōbō put protective towels across Yamabuki's kimono, for it was time for the face-color compounds, all to be applied in a precise manner and as custom dictated. In the meantime, two attendants took to brushing and oiling Yamabuki's hair. The locks had never even been trimmed, let alone cut. They remained long, silky, stunning, and raven black. But owing to her youth, they hardly fell as far as her waist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The handmaids whispered to console her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One day her hair might reach the floor, hopefully by the time she went looking for a husband.\n\nThree of the nyōbō crowded in on Yamabuki. \"Close your eyes,\" said the first as she started to powder Yamabuki's face with oshiroi, a finely ground rice-white facial foundation.\n\n\"Now you'll be as pale as a God,\" said a second handmaid who joined in the powdering.\n\n\"Open,\" said the third to Yamabuki.\n\nYamabuki, her eyes still closed, opened her mouth to ask \"Open what?\" only to feel the thrust of a small brush against her teeth and gums.\n\n\"Blech!\" Yamabuki gasped as her tongue encountered a pungent paste. \"It's foul!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Indeed it was, for it was a concoction of rust, stale saké vinegar, and the most horridly bitter ground nuts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's just haguro,\" one the nyōbō soothed.\n\n\"Pooh!\" Yamabuki spat out more of the paste. \"It's horrid. I'm not married. I don't have to blacken my teeth.\" She kept her eyes tightly shut as if it would make all the unpleasant tastes go away.\n\n\"Good we had the towels,\" one of the nyōbō said, for Yamabuki had spat the nurude paste over everything. Some of it even found its way to the floor, where one of the porters immediately dropped to her knees to wipe it up.\n\n\"The oshiroi is smeared,\" lamented a handmaid. Quickly another handmaid reapplied fresh powder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take it away!\" Yamabuki commanded, waving her hand imperiously." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"They're white as pearls. You said so yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mother interrupted sharply. \"What's this? You forget yourself!\"\n\nYamabuki looked up, suddenly contrite as her mother loomed over her. \"I don't want to blacken my teeth.\"\n\nHer mother was drawn. \"You want everyone to think you have yellow teeth?\"\n\n\"They aren't yellow,\" Yamabuki objected. \"They're white as pearls. You said so yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Except when someone is wearing oshiroi. Everything else looks drab against white face powder.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'water' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am not married,\" Yamabuki sulked.\n\nThe nyōbō had gone blank faced, as they knew to do when mother and daughter were in this state of affairs with one another.\n\nLady Taka sighed deep. \"Bring her that water,\" she commanded with a flourish of her hand.\n\nTomoko finally got close enough to deliver the graceful bamboo ladle. Yamabuki quaffed the water down in hardly more than one huge gulp.\n\n\"More!\" Yamabuki rasped even before she finished it.\n\nHer mother nodded, and in moments Tomoko returned with another ladleful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki drank most of that down, too. At this, Yamabuki seemed to rally, and her mother said, \"Everyone will be in white make-up today, even your father.\"\n\nYamabuki looked up from the water cup.\n\nHer mother nodded. \"And he's blackening his teeth, too, because it's in your honor. Yes?\"\n\nYamabuki stopped scowling and nodded slowly and, resigned, thrust her chin forward, closed her eyes, curled back her lips, bared her teeth, and waited for the brush.\n\nFinally came the fragrances—the extracts of flowers. It was said that, over time, the perfumes a woman chose would mingle with her other natural scents to permeate her costume, hair, and body. In combination, they would identify her as precisely as any of her features, so much so that a husband could distinguish amongst his wives even in the pitch darkness of a bedchamber." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And, as Yamabuki was later led to understand, if a wife surreptitiously brought someone other than her own husband into her own bed, the next day the visitor was all but required to write poems to eternally glorify the mingling of these unique aromas—of course never mentioning the lady by name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was revealed only through artful inference and subtle hints." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her personal scents. Her breath. The odor of decaying teeth was said to be especially sensual. Poetry.\n\nIn this aspect, Yamabuki did not share a poet's sensibilities. She found that the fine ladies, after a time, developed a certain stale pungency. Yamabuki found it hard to abide how older women began to reek, no matter how much perfume they applied. How could a man exalt that smell? But they did. It was said to drive men mad.\n\nHer musings ended when her mother addressed her sharply." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on the story, maintaining character relationships, in the historical fiction, Japan, adventure genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'night' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last, Yamabuki turned down the brazier and, for the eleventh night, slept in a strange room, this night alone. She closed her eyes. Her head spun. She was falling asleep when she heard a small tapping at the door to her chamber. Would Yoshinaka be so crass as to have followed her? Warrior or not, this would not go well for him.\n\nShe smoothly slid her left hand to Tiger Cub's hilt and gripped its leather and silk windings. With her thumb, she pushed, loosening the blade very slightly from its scabbard.\n\nNext came a tiny giggle. It was that of a small girl.\n\n\"Kouma?\" Yamabuki whispered.\n\nAnother giggle. Was the girl was already inside?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If so, she had slipped in ever so softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yamabuki said, \"You're up late. Does your father know you are walking about in the night?\n\n\"No,\" a voice answered tentatively.\n\n\"When I was your age if I had been caught wandering around in the Hour of the Ox, my father would have been quite cross with me.\"\n\n\"You are afraid,\" Kouma said in a small voice.\n\n\"Oh?\" Yamabuki replied in a voice equally soft.\n\n\"You're afraid people will hurt you. And you have to hurt them instead.\"\n\nYamabuki wondered if that was true.\n\nKouma giggled and said, \"Those were bad men and you scolded them good.\"\n\n\"At the saké house?\"\n\nThe girl giggled again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My what a small town." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Word travels fast. Even children know things within an hour of them happening.\n\nThe little girl's voice came closer. \"This is a good place. My father likes you. You will sleep. No bad dreams.\"\n\nNo bad dreams. Yamabuki laughed softly to herself.\n\nThe girl moved through the shadows. Yamabuki thought she heard the door slide aside as Kouma softly left the chamber. Yamabuki was alone and too tired to open the door to see where Kouma went. Instead, she wandered ever deeper into a dream state. She saw the fencing master, Shima, though not as she saw him in death. He wore the same indigo and orange armor, carried his nodachi, and displayed the hanabishi clan symbol. He seemed pleased to see her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Death walks the road,\" he said in the dream." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Saburo will be here soon.\"\n\n\"Let him come...\" she heard herself say. She would rest for now. She was deliciously drunk. Happily she fell further into a very deep, profound, and peaceful sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Continue with three sentences sentences\nStyle: Eiji Yoshikawa\nNote: Maintain narrative threads and character relationships as presented" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fearful night was over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was about noon of the following day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because it was the first week of the New Year, an endless procession of guests, coming in twos and threes, made their way to the main house. Yet the atmosphere in the pottery shop was strangely uneasy. Sutejiro was moody and sullen, and his usually cheerful wife was nowhere to be seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ofuku quietly went to his mother's room and sat down. She had not fully recovered from the nightmare of the previous night and lay in bed, her face a sickly white.\n\n\"Mother, I've just now come from talking with Father. It's going to be all right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really? What did he say?\"\n\n\"At first he was skeptical, but when I told him about Hiyoshi's behavior and the time when he grabbed me behind the house and threatened me, saying he'd call in the bandits of Mikuriya, he was surprised and seemed to think again.\"\n\n\"Did he say he'd dismiss him soon?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. He said he still considered him to be a promising little monkey, so I asked him if he was of a mind to raise a thief's tool.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"From the very first, I disliked the look in that boy's eyes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I mentioned that too, and finally he said that if no one got on with him, there was no other recourse but to dismiss him. He said that because he'd taken charge of him from Kato of Yabuyama, it would be difficult for him to do it. He thought it would be better if we dealt with the matter and found some inoffensive pretext to dismiss him.\"\n\n\"Good. It's gotten to the point where I can't bear to have that monkey-faced boy working here for even half a day more. What's he doing now?\"\n\n\"He's packing goods in the warehouse. Can I tell him you want to see him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, please don't. I can't stand the sight of him. Now that your father's agreed, wouldn't it be just as well if you told him that he's being dismissed as of today and sent him home?\"\n\n\"All right,\" said Ofuku, but he was a little frightened. \"What shall I do about his pay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"From the beginning, we haven't been held by any promise to put aside wages for him. And although he's not much of a worker, we've fed and clothed him. Even that is more than he deserves. Oh well, let him keep the clothes he's wearing, and give him two measures of salt.\"\n\nOfuku was too afraid to say this to Hiyoshi all by himself, so he took another man with him to the warehouse. He peered inside and saw that Hiyoshi, working alone, was covered with pieces of straw from head to toe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes? what do you want?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi answered in an unusually energetic voice, bounding up to Ofuku. Thinking that talking about the events of the previous night wasn't a good idea, he had not told anyone about it, but he was very proud of himself—so much so that he secretly expected his master's praise.\n\nOfuku, accompanied by the brawniest of the shop's clerks, the one who most intimidated Hiyoshi, said, \"Monkey, you can go today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go where?\" Hiyoshi asked in surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Home. You still have one, don't you?\"\n\n\"I do, but—\"\n\n\"You're dismissed as of today. You can keep your clothes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're giving you this because of the mistress's kindness,\" said the clerk, holding out the salt and the bundle of Hiyoshi's clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Since you don't have to pay your respects, you can leave right away.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stunned, Hiyoshi felt the blood rush to his face. The anger in his eyes seemed to leap out at Ofuku. Stepping back, Ofuku took the bundle of clothes and the bag of salt from the clerk, put them on the ground, and hurriedly walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the look in Hiyoshi's eyes, it seemed that he might chase after the retreating Ofuku, but actually he couldn't see a thing; he was blinded by his tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He remembered his mother's tear-stained face when she had warned him that if he was dismissed once more, she wouldn't be able to face anyone, and that it would be a disgrace for her brother-in-law. The memory of her face and body, so haggard from poverty and childbearing, made him sniff back his tears. His nose stopped running, but he stood there motionless for a moment, not knowing what to do next." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His blood seethed with anger.\n\n\"Monkey,\" called one of the workers, \"what's the matter? You messed up again, huh? He told you to leave, didn't he? You're fifteen, and wherever you go they'll give you your meals at least. Be a man and stop blubbering.\"\n\nWithout stopping their work, the other workers made fun of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their laughter and jeers filled his ears, and he resolved not to cry in front of them. Instead, he swung around to face them, baring his white teeth.\n\n\"Who's blubbering? I'm sick and tired of this boring old shop. This time I'm going to serve a samurai!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fixing the bundle of clothes on his back, he tied the bag of salt to a piece of bamboo and shouldered it jauntily.\n\n\"Going to serve a samurai!\" jeered one of the workers." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What a way to say good-bye!\" They all laughed.\n\nNobody hated Hiyoshi, but no one felt sorry for him either. For his part, once he had taken his first step beyond the earthen wall, his heart filled with the clear blue of the sky. He felt he had been set free." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "make story longer like Eiji Yoshikawa would. heads up: might have existing chars/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kato Danjo had fought at the battle of Azukizaka in the autumn of the preceding year." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Impatient to distinguish himself, he had dashed into the midst of the Imagawa forces and had been so badly injured that he had been forced to come home for good." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nowadays he slept all the time in the house at Yabuyama." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the days became colder toward the end of the year, the spear wound in his stomach gave him constant trouble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was always groaning with pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oetsu took good care of her husband, and that day she was washing his pus-stained undergarments in a stream that ran through their compound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She heard a carefree voice singing, and wondered who it might be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Annoyed, she stood up and looked around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although the house was only halfway up Komyoji Hill, from inside the earthen wall it was possible to see the road at the foot of the hill, and beyond it the farmland of Nakamura, the Shonai River, and the wide Owari Plain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was bitterly cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The New Year's sun was sinking hazily toward the horizon, bringing an end to another day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The singer's voice was loud, as if he had experienced neither the harshness of the world nor any human suffering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The song was a popular tune from the end of the last century, but here in Owari, farmers' daughters had corrupted it into a spinning song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, can that be Hiyoshi?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked herself as the figure reached the foot of the hill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He carried a dirty cloth bundle on his back, and a bag hung from the end of a bamboo rod over his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was surprised at how big he had gotten in such a short time, and that, although he had grown so much, he was still as happy-go-lucky as ever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Auntie! What are you doing standing out here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiyoshi bobbed his head in salutation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His song gave a certain cadence to his step, and his voice, so totally unaffected, gave his greeting a certain humorous tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His aunt's expression was clouded; she looked like someone who had forgotten how to laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing here? Have you come with a message for the priests at the Komyoji?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hard put to answer, Hiyoshi scratched his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The pottery shop let me go. I came here thinking I'd better let my uncle know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What? Again?\" Oetsu said, frowning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You came here after being sent away again?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiyoshi thought about telling her the reason, but somehow it did not seem to be worth the trouble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a sweeter tone he said, \"Is my uncle at home? If he is, would you let me talk with him, please?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Absolutely not! My husband was badly wounded in battle. We don't know whether today or tomorrow will be his last day. You're not to go near him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spoke bluntly, her tone severe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I really feel sorry for my sister, having a child like you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he heard his aunt's news, he was dispirited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I wanted to ask my uncle a favor, but I guess it's useless, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What kind of favor?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Since he's a samurai, I thought he could find me a place in a samurai household.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What in the world! How old are you now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fifteen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At fifteen, you should know a bit about the world.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's why I don't want to work in any old boring place. Auntie, do you suppose there's an opening somewhere?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How should I know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oetsu glared at him, her eyes full of reproach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A samurai household doesn't accept a man if he doesn't fit in with the family traditions. What are they going to do with a wild, carefree boy like you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just then, a maidservant approached and said, \"Madam, please come quickly. Your husband's pain is worse again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without another word, Oetsu ran to the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Abandoned, Hiyoshi gazed at the darkening clouds over Owari and Mino." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a while he went through the gate in the earthen wall and hung around outside the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What he wanted most was to go home to Nakamura and see his mother, but he was held back by the thought of his stepfather, who made him feel that the fence around his own house was made of thorns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He decided that his first priority was to find an employer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had come to Yabuyama out of prudence, thinking it proper to inform his benefactor, but with Danjo in so serious a condition, he was at a loss as to what to do next—and he was hungry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While he was wondering where he would sleep from that night on, something soft wrapped itself around his cold leg." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked down to see a little kitten." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi picked it up and sat next to the kitchen door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The waning sun cast a cold light over them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is your stomach empty too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked. The cat shivered as he held it to his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feeling the warmth of Hiyoshi's body, it began to lick his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There, there,\" he said, turning his head away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did not particularly like cats, but on that day the kitten was the only living creature to show him any affection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly Hiyoshi pricked up his ears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cat's eyes, too, widened with surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From a room next to the veranda had come the shrill cry of a man in pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently, Oetsu came into the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes were swollen with tears, which she dried on her sleeve while stirring a medicinal concoction on the stove." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Auntie,\" Hiyoshi began cautiously while petting the cat, \"this kitten's stomach is empty and it's shivering. If you don't give it some food, it'll die.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He avoided mentioning his own stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oetsu ignored the remark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you still here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked. \"It'll soon be night, but I'm not letting you stay in this house.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hid her tears with her sleeve." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The beauty of the samurai's young wife, who had been so happy just two or three years before, had faded like a flower beaten by the rain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi, still holding the kitten, thought about his hunger and the bed that was beyond his reach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he looked at his aunt, he suddenly noticed there was something different in her appearance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Auntie! Your belly is big. Are you pregnant?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oetsu raised her head with a start as though her cheek had been slapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sudden question was completely out of place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just like a little boy!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she said. \"You shouldn't ask such forward questions. You're disgusting!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Exasperated, she added, \"Go home quickly while there's still some light. Go to Nakamura or anywhere! Right now I don't care what you do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Swallowing her own choked voice, she disappeared into the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll go,\" Hiyoshi muttered, and stood up to go, but the cat was not willing to surrender the warmth of his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At that moment a maidservant brought out a little bowl of cold rice in bean paste soup, showed it to the cat, and called it outside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It promptly abandoned Hiyoshi to follow after the food." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi watched the cat and its food with his mouth watering, but it seemed no one was going to offer him anything to eat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He made up his mind to go home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But when he got to the entrance of the garden, he was challenged by someone with a keen sense of hearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who's out there?\" asked a voice from the sickroom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rooted to the spot, Hiyoshi knew it was Danjo and promptly answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, thinking the time had come, he told Danjo that he had been dismissed from the pottery shop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oetsu, open the door!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oetsu tried to change his mind, arguing that the evening wind would make him cold and that his wounds would ache." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She made no move to open the sliding door, until Danjo lost his temper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fool!\" he shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What difference does it make if I live another ten or twenty days? Open it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Weeping, Oetsu did as she was told and said to Hiyoshi, \"You'll only make him worse. Pay your respects and then leave.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiyoshi stood facing the sickroom and bowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Danjo was leaning against some piled-up bedding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hiyoshi, you've been dismissed from the pottery shop?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm. That's all right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" Hiyoshi said, puzzled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There isn't the least bit of shame in being dismissed, as long as you haven't been disloyal or unjust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your house, too, was formerly a samurai house. Samurai, Hiyoshi.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"A samurai does not work just for the sake of a meal. He is not a slave to food. He lives for his calling, for duty and service. Food is something extra, a blessing from heaven. Don't become the kind of man who, in pursuit of his next meal, spends his life in confusion.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "make story longer like Eiji Yoshikawa would. heads up: might have existing chars/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was around noon of the fourth day after the burning of Mikuriya." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was hot. The roads were steep, and Tenzo's men had to keep their armor on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The band was obviously tired of running." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along the roads they had abandoned packs and horses, gradually lightening their load, and by the time they got to the ravine of the Dozuki River, they were famished, exhausted, and drenched with sweat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they drank, Koroku's small force slid down both sides of the ravine in a pincer attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stones and boulders rained down on the fugitives, and the waters of the river soon ran red with blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some were run through; some were beaten to death; some were thrown into the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These were men who ordinarily were on good terms, and the blood ties—uncle and nephew, cousin and cousin—cut across factional lines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was an attack of the clan against itself, but it was unavoidable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They really were one body of men, and for that very reason the roots of evil had to be cut out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Koroku, with his peerless courage, was covered with the fresh blood of his kinsmen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He called out to Tenzo to show himself, but with no success." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ten of his men had fallen, but for the other side it was almost a massacre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Tenzo was not found among the dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed he had deserted his men and, traveling along mountain paths, had managed his escape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The swine! thought Koroku, grinding his teeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's heading for Kai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Koroku himself was standing on one of the peaks when out of nowhere came the report of a single shot, which echoed through the mountains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of the gun seemed to mock him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears coursed down his cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At that moment he reflected that he and his nephew—who was nothing more than evil incarnate—were, after all, of the same blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His tears were tears of regret for his own unworthiness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bitterly discouraged, he tried to think the problem through and realized the day was far off when he could rise from the status of the head of a clan and become the ruler of a province." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to admit he was incapable of that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I don't even know how to control one of my own relatives..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strength alone isn't enough, if one doesn't have a governing policy, or household discipline." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quite unexpectedly, a bitter smile shone through his tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That bastard has taught me something after all, he realized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he gave the order to withdraw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The force, now numbering little more than thirty men, reformed and descended from the Dozuki ravine to Koromo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They bivouacked just outside the town and, the following day, sent a messenger to the castle town of Okazaki." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They received permission to pass through, but because it was already late when they started off, it was close to midnight before they reached Okazaki." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along the highways leading toward home were branch and main castles and stockades closely crowded together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were also strategic checkpoints where a group of armed men could not pass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The journey by road would take many days, so they decided to take a boat down the Yahagi River, and then from Ohama to Handa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From Tokoname, once again they would travel by boat across the open water and then up the Kanie River to Hachisuka." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they got to the Yahagi River it was midnight, and there was not a boat to be seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The current was swift and the river wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Frustrated, Koroku and his men came to a halt under some trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Various men gave their opinions:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If there's no boat to go downriver, we could take a ferry across and go along the other bank.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's too late. Let's wait until morning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What bothered Koroku most was that in order to camp here, they would have to go to Okazaki Castle to ask permission again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look for a ferryboat,\" Koroku ordered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If we can find just one and cross over to the other side, by dawn we'll have covered the distance a boat might have taken us downriver.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But, sir, we haven't seen a ferryboat anywhere.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Idiot! There's bound to be at least one boat around here. How else are people going to cross a river this size during the day? What's more, there should be scouting boats hidden among the reeds or in the high grass along the bank. Or boats to use if fighting disrupts the ferry service. Open your eyes and look!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men split into two groups, one going upstream, the other downstream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah. Here's one!\" one man shouted from upstream, stopping in his tracks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At a spot on the bank where the earth had been washed away during a flood, large purple willows with exposed roots stooped and bowed their branches over the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The water was calm and dark, like a deep pool." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A boat was tied up in the shadows under the trees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And it's usable.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man jumped down and, planning to take the boat downstream, reached down to loosen the mooring rope wound around the roots of a willow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hand stopped and he gazed fixedly into the boat, a small craft with a shallow draft, used for carrying baggage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was close to falling apart, dank with slime, and listing dangerously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nevertheless, it could be used for the crossing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What held the soldier's attention was a man fast asleep under a rotting rush mat, snoring soundly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wore strange clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Both his sleeves and hem were short, and under his dirty white shirting he wore leggings and coverings for the backs of his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had straw sandals on his bare feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His age was somewhere between childhood and adulthood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lay on his back under the open sky, the night dew on his eyebrows and eyelashes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He seemed to be at absolute peace with the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, you!\" The soldier tried to awaken him, but when the man did not respond at all, he called to him again and tapped him lightly on the chest with the butt of his spear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, you, wake up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi opened his eyes, grabbed the shaft of the spear with a shout, and stared back at the soldier." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The swirling water around the boat might almost have been a reflection of the state of Hiyoshi's life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On that frosty night in the first month of the previous year when he had taken leave of his mother and sister, he had told them he would be back when he became a great man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had no desire to go from one job to another, apprenticing himself to merchants and artisans as he had done so far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What he wanted most was to serve a samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But his appearance was against him, and he had no evidence of his birth or lineage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kiyosu, Nagoya, Sumpu, Odawara—he had walked through all of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would sometimes screw up his courage and stand before the gate of a samurai residence, but all of his pleas were met with laughter and ridicule." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once he had even been chased away with a broom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His money was quickly running out, and he realized that the world was just as his aunt in Yabuyama had told him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, he refused to let go of his dream, believing his aspirations were reasonable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was not ashamed to tell anyone of his ambitions, even if he had to sleep out in the open, on the grass, or, like tonight, with water for his bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How to make his mother, whom he imagined to be the unhappiest person in the world, the happiest, was what drove him on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And how could he do something for his poor sister, who thought she could never marry?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had his own desires as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His stomach never felt full, no matter how much he ate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing large mansions, he wanted to live in such places, and the sight of elegant samurai made him reflect on his own appearance; looking at beautiful women, he was overwhelmed by their perfume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that his priorities had changed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "First came his mother's happiness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His own wants could be taken care of later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the time being he took pleasure in wandering from place to place, ignoring his hunger, and learning new things—about the workings of the world, human passions, the customs of different areas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to understand current events, compared the military strength of the different provinces, and studied the ways of farmers and townsfolk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the beginning of the civil wars to the end of the last century, many men had trained in the martial arts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It meant a life of hardship, and for a year and a half Hiyoshi had followed the Way of the Warrior." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he had not gone about with a long sword at his side, aiming to perfect his martial skills." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fact, with his little bit of money he had bought needles from a wholesaler and had become an itinerant peddler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had walked as far as Kai and Hokuetsu, his sales pitch always on the tip of his tongue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Need any needles? Here we have sewing needles from Kyoto. Won't you buy them? Needles for cotton, needles for silk. Sewing needles from Kyoto.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His earnings were meager, barely enough to live on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He did not, however, become small-minded, as merchants are prone to do, seeing the world only in terms of their wares." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Hojo clan of Odawara, the Takeda of Kai, the Imagawa of Suruga." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Visiting the castle towns of the north, he sensed that the world was stirring, going through a great change." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He came to the conclusion that the coming events would be different from the small battles that had, until now, been symptomatic of internal discord." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would be a great war and it would heal all the country's ills." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if it does, he thought as he walked around selling his wares, then even I..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world is getting tired of the decrepit Ashikaga regime." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's chaos all around and the world is waiting for those of us who are young." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having traveled from the northern provinces to Kyoto and Omi, he had learned a little about life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had crossed into Owari and arrived at Okazaki, hearing that a relative of his father lived in this castle town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was not about to go to relatives or acquaintances to ask for food and clothing, but early that summer he had become weak and was suffering from a bad case of food poisoning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He also wanted to hear news of home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had walked for two days under the bright, scorching sun, but had been unable to find the man he was looking for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After eating a raw cucumber and drinking water from a well, he had felt a sharp pain in his gut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the evening he had followed the bank of the Yahagi River until he found a boat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His stomach felt sore and rumbled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps because he had a slight fever, his mouth was dry and felt as though it was full of thorns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even now, he thought of his mother, and she came to him in his dreams." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Later he fell into a deeper sleep, and nothing—neither his mother nor the pain in his stomach nor heaven and earth—existed any longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until, that is, the soldier began rapping on his chest with the spear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi's waking shout was disproportionate to the size of his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He instinctively grabbed hold of the spear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In those days the chest was believed to be the location of the soul, like a shrine within the body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, runt, get up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The soldier tried to pull back his spear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi held on to it and sat up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get up? I am up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man, feeling the strength of Hiyoshi's grip on the spear, scowled and said, \"Get out of the boat!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, now! We need the boat, so clear out. Get lost!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiyoshi angrily sat down again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What if I don't want to?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What if I don't want to?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't want to get out of the boat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You little bastard!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who's the bastard? Waking a man from a deep sleep by tapping him with a spear, then telling him to get out and get lost?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shit! You'd better watch how you talk. Who do you think I am?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's obvious.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're the one who asked.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your mouth works pretty well, doesn't it, for a little runt? In a second it may wrinkle up and shrink. We are men of the Hachisuka clan. Our leader is Hachisuka Koroku. We got here in the middle of the night, and we need a boat to cross the river.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can see the boat but not the man. Anyway, I'm using it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I saw you and woke you up. Now get out of there and get lost.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Annoying, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Say that again?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As many times as you like. I don't want to get out. I'm not giving up this boat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man yanked on the shaft of the spear in an effort to pull Hiyoshi onto the bank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Choosing his moment, Hiyoshi let go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The spear sheared through the leaves of the willows, and the soldier tumbled over backwards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reversing the spear, he thrust it point-first at Hiyoshi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rotting planks, a bilge bucket, and the reed mat came flying out of the boat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fool!\" Hiyoshi mocked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Other soldiers came running up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop! What's going on here?\" one said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's this?\" asked another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They crowded together, making a lot of noise, and before long Koroku and the rest of his men were there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you find a boat?\" Koroku asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's a boat here, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Koroku quietly came to the front of the group." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi, thinking that this must be the leader, sat up a little straighter, and looked Koroku straight in the face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Koroku's eyes were riveted on Hiyoshi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Neither spoke. Koroku did not notice Hiyoshi's strange appearance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was too surprised by the way Hiyoshi looked straight into his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's bolder than he looks, Koroku thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The longer they stared at each other, the more Hiyoshi's eyes were like those of a nocturnal animal, shining out of the darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finally, Koroku looked away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A child,\" he said calmly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiyoshi did not respond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes, like an archer's arrows, were still aimed straight at Koroku's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's a child,\" Koroku repeated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You talking about me?\" Hiyoshi asked sullenly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. Is there anyone else besides you down there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi squared his shoulders a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not a child. I've had my coming-of-age ceremony.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that so?\" Koroku's shoulders shook with laughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you're an adult, I'll treat you like one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now that you've got me—one man—surrounded by a large group, what are you going to do with me? I suppose you're ronin?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're very funny.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not funny at all. I was soundly asleep. Besides, I've got a stomachache. Anyway, I don't care who you are. I don't want to move.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hm, your stomach hurts?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's seems to be the matter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Food poisoning, maybe, or heatstroke.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where are you from?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nakamura in Owari.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nakamura? Well, well. What's your family name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I won't tell you my family name, but my given name is Hiyoshi. But wait a minute, what is this, waking a person from his sleep and asking about his parentage? Where are you from and what is your lineage?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Like you, I'm from Owari, the village of Hachisuka in Kaito district. My name is Hachisuka Koroku. I didn't know there were people like you so close to our village. What sort of work do you do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of answering, Hiyoshi said, \"Ah, you're from Kaito district? That's not far from my village.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He suddenly became more friendly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here was his chance to ask for news about Nakamura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, seeing we're from the same district, I'll change my mind. You can have the boat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took the bundle of merchandise he'd been using as a pillow, slung it over his shoulder, and climbed up onto the bank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Koroku silently watched his every movement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He noticed first the air of a street vendor and the offhand retorts of an adolescent who had traveled here and there all by himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi resigned himself, sighed, and started to leave with a heavy heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait, Hiyoshi. Where are you going from here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My boat's been taken, so I have no place to sleep. If I sleep in the grass, I'll get damp from the dew, and my stomach will hurt more. There's nothing else I can do. I'll walk around until dawn.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you like, come with me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where to?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hachisuka. Stay at my place. We'll feed you and look after you until you're cured.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\" Hiyoshi made a meek little bow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking at his own feet, he seemed to be thinking of what to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does that mean you'll let me live there and work for you?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like your manner. You've got promise. If you want to serve me, I'll employ you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't.\" He said this very clearly, his head held high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because my aim is to serve a samurai, I've gone around comparing the samurai and provincial lords of various provinces. I've decided that the most important thing in serving a samurai is choosing the right one. One does not choose one's master lightly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ha, ha! This is getting more and more interesting. Am I, Koroku, not good enough to be your master?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't know about that until you hired me, but the Hachisuka clan is not well spoken of in my village. And the master of the house I served in before was robbed by a man said to be a member of the Hachisuka clan. It would pain my mother if I worked for a thief, so I can't go to the house of such a person and serve him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I guess you worked for the pottery merchant Sutejiro.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did you know?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Watanabe Tenzo was a member of the Hachisuka clan. But I myself have disowned the scoundrel. He escaped, but we have defeated his band and are now on our way back home. Has the name of the Hachisuka been slandered even as far as your ears?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hm. You don't seem to be like him,\" Hiyoshi said this very frankly, looking right at Koroku." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, as though he had suddenly remembered something, he said, \"Well, sir, without any sort of obligation, will you take me as far as Hachisuka? I'd like to go to my relative's house in Futatsudera.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Futatsudera is right next to Hachisuka. Who do you know there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The cooper Shinzaemon is related to my mother's side of the family.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shinzaemon is of samurai stock. Well then, your mother too must be a descendant of samurai.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I may be a peddler now, but my father was a samurai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men had boarded the boat and fixed the pole in place, and were waiting for Koroku to get on board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Koroku put his arm around Hiyoshi's shoulders and they got on the boat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hiyoshi, if you want to go to Futatsudera, go to Futatsudera. If you want to stay in Hachisuka, that'll be all right too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being small, Hiyoshi was hidden among the men and their spears, which stood like a forest of trees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boat cut across the wide river, but the current was swift, and the crossing took time." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi got bored. Suddenly he saw a firefly on the back of one of Koroku's soldiers. Cupping his hands, he caught it and watched its light flash on and off." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Match character/world familiarity\nLength:\neight sentences\nGenres:\nhistorical fiction\nTags:\nsamurai, Japan" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the evening Shohaku and his men brought their horses to a halt in front of the gate and brushed the dust off their clothes. Senior and junior retainers came out to meet them, and gave them an elaborate ceremonial welcome. There were lengthy words of greeting from the hosts, and no less respectful and eloquent a reply from Shohaku, a man of about thirty. Once the formalities were over, servants took charge of the packhorses and baggage, and the guests, led by Shohaku, entered the mansion compound.\n\nHiyoshi had enjoyed watching the elaborate show. Its formality made him realize how much the prestige of warriors had risen with the growing importance of military matters. Lately the term \"martial arts\" was on everyone's lips, along with other new expressions like \"sword technique\" and \"spear technique.\" Martial artists like Kamiizumi of Ogo and Tsukahara of Hitachi were household names." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The travels of some of these men were far more rigorous than the pilgrimages of wandering Buddhist monks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But men like Tsukahara were always accompanied by sixty or seventy followers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their retainers carried hawks and traveled in grand style.\n\nThe number of Shohaku's party did not surprise Hiyoshi. But since they were going to be there for six months, he suspected rightly that he was going to be ordered around until his head spun. No more than four or five days had passed before he was being worked as hard as one of their own servants.\n\n\"Hey, Monkey! My underwear is dirty. Wash it.\"\n\n\"Lord Matsushita's monkey! Go and buy me some ointment.\"\n\nThe summer nights were short, and the extra work cut into his sleeping time, so at noon one day he was fast asleep in the shade of a paulownia tree. He was leaning against the trunk, his head dangling to one side and his arms folded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the parched earth, the only thing that moved was a procession of ants.\n\nA couple of young samurai, who disliked him, walked past carrying practice spears.\n\n\"Well, look here. It's Monkey.\"\n\n\"Having a good sleep, isn't he?\"\n\n\"He's just a lazy good-for-nothing. How come he's the master and mistress's pet? They wouldn't like it if they saw him like this.\"\n\n\"Wake him up. Let's teach him a lesson.\"\n\n\"What do you have in mind?\"\n\n\"Isn't Monkey the only one who hasn't once gone to martial-arts practice?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's probably because he knows he's not well liked. He's afraid of getting hit.\"\n\n\"That's not right. It's the duty of all the servants of a warrior house to train hard in the martial arts. That's what it says in the household regulations.\"\n\n\"You don't have to tell me. Tell Monkey.\"\n\n\"I say we wake him up and take him to the practice field.\"\n\n\"Yeah, that'd be interesting.\"\n\nOne of the men struck Hiyoshi's shoulder with the point of his spear.\n\n\"Hey, wake up!\"\n\nHiyoshi's eyes stayed shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wake up!\" The man lifted Hiyoshi's feet with his spear. Hiyoshi slipped down the tree trunk and awoke with a start.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" he asked.\n\n\"What do you think you're doing, snoring away in the garden in broad daylight?\"\n\n\"Me, sleeping?\"\n\n\"Well, weren't you?\"\n\n\"Maybe I fell asleep without meaning to. I'm awake now though.\"\n\n\"Impertinent little ass! I've heard that you haven't spent one single day at martial-arts practice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's because I'm no good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you never practice, how do you know? Even though you're a servant, the household regulations say you have to practice the martial arts. From today on, we'll see that you practice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, thanks.\"\n\n\"Are you refusing to obey the household regulations?\"\n\n\"No, but—\"\n\n\"Come on, let's go!\" Allowing no further protest, they dragged Hiyoshi forcibly to the field in front of the storehouse. They were going to teach him a lesson for disobeying the household regulations.\n\nUnder the burning sky, the visiting martial artists and the Matsushita retainers were training hard.\n\nThe young samurai who had brought Hiyoshi urged him forward with hard blows to the back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get yourself a wooden sword or spear and fight!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi tottered forward, barely able to stand, but he did not pick up a weapon.\n\n\"What are you waiting for?\" One man gave him a sharp rap on the chest with his spear. \"We're going to give you some practice, so get a weapon!\" Hiyoshi staggered forward again but still would not fight. He just chewed his lip obstinately.\n\nTwo of Shohaku's men, Jingo Gorokuro and Sakaki Ichinojo, were having a trial of strength with real spears in response to a request from the Matsushita men. Gorokuro, who wore a headband, was spearing two-hundred-pound rice bags and flinging them in the air in a show of apparently superhuman strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"With that kind of skill, it must be easy to fly at a man on the battlefield. His strength is astonishing!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "said one of the spectators.\n\nGorokuro corrected him. \"If you men think this is a technique of strength, you're badly mistaken. If you put strength into this technique, the shaft of the spear will break and your arms will quickly get tired.\" He put his spear aside and explained, \"The principles of the sword and the spear are the same. The secret of all the martial arts is in the ch'i, the subtle energy of the tan t'ien, the area two inches below the navel. This is strength without strength. One must have the mental power to transcend the need for strength and regulate the flow of ch'i.\" He lectured with enthusiasm and at length.\n\nDeeply impressed, his audience listened attentively, until they were disturbed by a noise behind them.\n\n\"You obstinate monkey!\" The young samurai swung the handle of his spear, hitting Hiyoshi in the hip.\n\n\"Ow!\" yelled Hiyoshi in a tearful voice. The blow had obviously hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He screwed up his face and doubled over, rubbing his hip. The group broke up and re-formed around Hiyoshi.\n\n\"Lazy good-for-nothing!\" yelled the man who had struck Hiyoshi. \"He says he's no good and doesn't want to come to practice.\"\n\nHiyoshi found himself the center of a grumbling crowd, accused of being unrepentant and insolent.\n\n\"Well, well,\" said Shohaku, coming forward and calming them down. \"Judging from appearances, he's still just a suckling, at an age when impertinence blooms. Flouting the household regulations while in the employ of a warrior house and having no taste for the martial arts is this fellow's misfortune. I'll do the questioning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of you be quiet.\n\n\"Young man,\" he said to Hiyoshi.\n\n\"Yes.\" Hiyoshi looked straight at Shohaku as he answered. But his tone of voice had changed, for the look in his questioner's eyes said that Shohaku was the kind of man to whom he could speak freely.\n\n\"It seems you dislike the martial arts, even though you're employed in a warrior house. Is this true?\"\n\n\"No.\" Hiyoshi shook his head.\n\n\"Then why, when these retainers kindly offer to drill you in the martial arts, do you not take them up on it?\"\n\n\"Yes, well, there's a reason for that. If I were to discipline myself in the way of the spear or sword and became an expert, it would probably take up my entire life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, you must have that kind of spirit.\"\n\n\"It isn't that I dislike either spear or sword, but when I consider that I won't be able to live more than one normal lifespan, I think it's probably enough to know only the spirit of these things. The reason is that there are so many other things that I would like to study and do.\"\n\n\"What would you like to study?\"\n\n\"Learning.\"\n\n\"What would you like to learn?\"\n\n\"About the whole world.\"\n\n\"What are the things you'd like to do?\"\n\nHiyoshi smiled. \"That I won't say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why not?\"\n\n\"I want to do things, but unless I do them, talking about them will only sound like boasting. And if I talked about them out loud, you'd all just laugh.\"\n\nShohaku stared at Hiyoshi, thinking how unusual he was. \"I think I understand a little of what you say, but you're mistaken about the martial arts being the practice of small techniques.\"\n\n\"What are they, then?\"\n\n\"According to one school of thought, when a person has learned a single skill, he will have mastered all the arts. The martial arts are not simply techniques—they are of the mind. If one cultivates the mind deeply, one is able to penetrate everything, including the arts of learning and government, see the world for what it is, and judge people.\"\n\n\"But I'll bet the people here consider striking and piercing their opponents as the best art of all. That should be useful for a foot soldier or the ordinary rank and file, but would it be essential for a great general who—\"\n\n\"Watch your mouth!\" scolded one of the samurai, landing a solid punch on Hiyoshi's cheek." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Weave this into your narrative: \"It's the same as mocking the household regulations!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ow!\" Hiyoshi put both hands over his mouth as though his jaw had been broken.\n\n\"These insulting remarks cannot be ignored. This is getting to be a habit. Master Shohaku, please withdraw. We'll take care of this.\"\n\nThe resentment was widespread. Almost all those who had heard Hiyoshi had something to say.\n\n\"He insulted us!\"\n\n\"It's the same as mocking the household regulations!\"\n\n\"Inexcusable ass!\"\n\n\"Cut him down! The master won't blame us for it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In their anger, it seemed they might carry out their threat, dragging him into the thicket and cutting his head off there and then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was difficult for Shohaku to stop them. It took all his strength to calm them down and save Hiyoshi's life.\n\nThat evening, Nohachiro came to the servants' quarters and called softly to Hiyoshi, who was sitting all alone in a corner, making a face as though he had a toothache.\n\n\"Yes. What is it?\" His face was badly swollen.\n\n\"Does it hurt?\"\n\n\"No, not much,\" he lied. He pressed the damp towel to his face." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'should' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The master has asked for you. Go through the rear garden so that you won't be seen.\"\n\n\"Huh? The master? Well, I suppose he's heard about what happened today.\"\n\n\"The disrespectful things you said were bound to reach his ears. And Master Hitta came to see him a little while ago, so he must have. He may carry out the execution himself.\"\n\n\"Do you think so?\"\n\n\"It's an iron rule of the Matsushita clan that servants should not be slack in their practice of the martial arts, day or night. When the master has to make a special effort to uphold the dignity of the household regulations, you should consider your head already lost.\"\n\n\"Well, then, I'll run away from here. I don't want to die over something like this.\"\n\n\"You're talking nonsense!\" He grabbed Hiyoshi's wrists. \"If you ran away, I'd have to commit seppuku. I've been ordered to bring you along.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't even run away?\" Hiyoshi asked artlessly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your mouth is really too much. Think a little bit before you open it. Hearing what you said today, even I thought you nothing but a boastful monkey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nohachiro made Hiyoshi walk ahead of him, and he kept a firm grip on the hilt of the sword. White gnats swarmed in the gathering darkness. The light from lamps inside spilled out onto the veranda of the library, which had just been sprinkled with water.\n\n\"I've brought Monkey.\" Nohachiro knelt as he spoke.\n\nKahei appeared on the veranda. \"He's here, is he?\"\n\nHearing the voice above his head, Hiyoshi bowed so low that his forehead touched the garden moss.\n\n\"Monkey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, my lord.\"\n\n\"It seems that a new type of armor is being made in Owari. It's called domaru. Go buy a set. It's your home province, so I presume you'll have no trouble moving around freely.\"\n\n\"My lord?\"\n\n\"Leave tonight.\"\n\n\"Where to?\"\n\n\"To where you can buy domaru armor.\" Kahei took some money from a box, wrapped it, and tossed it in front of Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi looked back and forth between Kahei and the money." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes filled with tears that rolled off his cheeks and onto the backs of his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be best if you left without delay, but you don't have to be in a hurry to bring back the armor. Even if it takes several years, find me the best possible set.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he said to Nohachiro, \"Let him out by the rear gate quietly, and before the night is over.\"\n\nWhat an abrupt turnabout! Hiyoshi felt a chill creep over him. Here he had expected to be killed for running afoul of the household regulations, and now... the chill came from his reaction to Kahei's sympathy—his sense of gratitude—and it penetrated to the very marrow of his bones.\n\n\"Thank you very much.\" While Kahei had not spelled out what he had in mind, Hiyoshi already understood.\n\nHis quickness bewilders the people around him, Kahei thought. It's only natural that this breeds resentment and jealousy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled bitterly and asked aloud, \"Why are you thanking me?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'monkey' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For letting me go.\"\n\n\"That's right. But, Monkey...\"\n\n\"Yes, my lord?\"\n\n\"If you don't hide that intelligence of yours, you'll never succeed.\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\n\"If you knew, why did you speak abusively like today, making everybody angry?\"\n\n\"I'm inexperienced... I hit my head with my own fist after I said it.\"\n\n\"I'm not going to say any more. Because your intelligence is valuable, I'm going to help you. I can tell you now that those who resented you and were jealous of you accused you of theft on the slightest pretext. If a pin was lost, or a dirk or a pillbox was misplaced, they'd point their fingers at you and say, 'It was Monkey' There was no end to their spiteful talk. You easily provoke the resentment of others. You should understand that about yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, my lord.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was no reason for me to help you today. My retainers' point was well taken. As I was informed about this matter in private by Master Shohaku, it's as if I hadn't heard about it yet and were sending you off on a mission. Do you understand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I understand very well. I have engraved it on my heart.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'could' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hiyoshi's nose was stopped up. He bowed to Kahei again and again.\n\nThat night he left the Matsushita house.\n\nTurning to look back, he vowed, I won't forget. I won't forget.\n\nWrapped up in this man's great kindness, Hiyoshi wondered how he could best repay him. Only one who was always surrounded by brutality and ridicule could feel another's sympathy so intensely.\n\nSomeday... someday. Whenever impressed by something or overwhelmed by events, he repeated this word like a pilgrim's prayer.\n\nOnce again he was wandering like a homeless dog, without aim and without work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tenryu was in flood, and when he was far away from human habitation, he felt like crying out at his loneliness, at the unknown fate that awaited him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Neither the universe nor the stars nor the waters could give him any kind of sign." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "WRITING TASK:\n- Continue from user input\n- Match character/world knowledge level from input\n- Sentences: 6 sentences\n- Genres: historical fiction\n- Include tags: samurai, Japan" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The rain is pleasant, is it not?\"\n\n\"Yes, I find it adds to the charm of the tea.\" Sado and Katsuie were sitting face to face in a small teahouse, sheltered by a grove of trees, in the grounds of the castle. The rainy season had passed, but the rain still fell from a cloudy sky, and green plums plopped to the ground.\n\n\"It'll probably clear up tomorrow,\" Sado's brother, Mimasaka, said to himself as he sheltered under the branches of the plum trees. He had gone out to light the garden lantern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After lighting it, he lingered a bit and looked around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finally, when he returned to the teahouse, he said in a low voice, \"Nothing unusual to report. There's nobody around, so we can talk freely.\" Katsuie nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, let's get down to business. Yesterday I went secretly to Suemori Castle. I was received by Lord Nobunaga's mother and Lord Nobuyuki, and I discussed our plans with them. The decision is yours now.\"\n\n\"What did his mother say?\"\n\n\"She is of the same opinion, and made no objections. She favors Nobuyuki over Nobunaga no matter what.\"\n\n\"Good. What about Nobuyuki?\"\n\n\"He said that if Hayashi Sado and Shibata Katsuie rose against Nobunaga, naturally he would join them for the good of the clan.\"\n\n\"You persuaded them, I suppose.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'about' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, his mother is involved, and Nobuyuki is weak-willed. If I didn't egg them on, there would be no reason for them to join us.\"\n\n\"We have plenty of justification to overthrow Nobunaga, as long as we have their agreement. We're not the only retainers worried about Nobunaga's foolishness and concerned for the safety of the clan.\"\n\n\"'For Owari and one hundred more years for the Oda clan!' will be our rallying cry, but what about military preparations?\"\n\n\"We have a good opportunity now. I can move quickly from Nagoya. When the war drum sounds, I'll be ready.\"\n\n\"Good. Well, then—\" Katsuie leaned forward conspiratorially.\n\nAt that moment something fell noisily to the ground in the garden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was just a few unripe plums. There was a lull in the rain, but drops of water carried by gusts of wind hit the eaves. Doglike, a human figure crawled out from the space under the floor. The plums had not fallen by themselves a few moments before; the black-garbed man, who had stuck his head out from under the house, had thrown them. When all eyes in the room turned, the man took advantage of the distraction and disappeared into the wind and darkness.\n\nNinja were the eyes and ears of the lord of the castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anyone who ruled a castle, living within its walls and constantly surrounded by retainers, had to depend on spies." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobunaga employed a master ninja. But even his closest retainers did not know the man's identity." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "im ur writing buddy. i set scene (might have existing chars), u do seven sentences like Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobunaga had three sandal bearers: Matasuke, Ganmaku, and Tokichiro. Though they were servants, they had their own separate quarters and took turns on duty near the garden.\n\n\"Ganmaku, what's the matter?\"\n\nTokichiro and Ganmaku were close friends. Ganmaku was lying under the futon, asleep. He loved nothing better than to sleep and did so at every opportunity.\n\n\"My stomach hurts,\" Ganmaku said from under the futon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tokichiro tugged at the edge of the bedding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're lying. Get up. I just got back from town, and I bought something tasty on the way.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'ganmaku' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" Ganmaku stuck his head out, but, realizing that he had been tricked, went back under the bedding again.\n\n\"Fool! Don't tease a sick man. Get out of here. You're bothering me.\"\n\n\"Please get up. Matasuke's not here, and there's something I have to ask you.\"\n\nGanmaku got out from under the covers reluctantly. \"Just when a person's sleeping...\"\n\nCursing, he got up and went to rinse his mouth with water that flowed from a spring in the garden. Tokichiro followed him out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cottage was gloomy, but it was hidden in the innermost part of the castle grounds, giving it a commanding view of the castle town, which made the heart feel expansive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it? What do you want to ask me?\"\n\n\"It's about last night.\"\n\n\"Last night?\"\n\n\"You can pretend not to understand, but I know. I think you went to Nagoya.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah?\"\n\n\"I think you went to spy in the castle, and listened in on a secret conversation between the governor and Shibata Katsuie.\"\n\n\"Shush, Monkey! Watch what you say!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, then, tell me the truth. Don't hold back from a friend. I've known it for a long time, but said nothing and watched you. You're Lord Nobunaga's ninja, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tokichiro, I'm no match for your eyes. How did you find out?\"\n\n\"Well, we share the same quarters, don't we? Lord Nobunaga is a very important master to me, too. People like me worry about Lord Nobunaga, though we keep it to ourselves.\"\n\n\"Is that what you wanted to ask me about?\"\n\n\"Ganmaku, I swear by the gods that I won't tell anyone else.\"\n\nGanmaku stared at Tokichiro. \"Okay, I'll tell you. But it's daytime and we'll be seen. Wait for the right time.\"\n\nLater, Ganmaku told him what was going on in the clan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And, having both understanding and sympathy for his master's predicament, Tokichiro could serve him all the better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he did not have the slightest misgiving for the future of his young, isolated lord, who was surrounded by such scheming retainers. Nobuhide's retainers were about to desert Nobunaga, and only Tokichiro, who had been with him for a short time, had any confidence in him.\n\nI wonder how my master is going to get out of this one, Tokichiro thought. Still only a servant, he could only look from afar with devotion.\n\nIt was toward the end of the month. Nobunaga, who usually went out with only a few retainers, unexpectedly called for a horse and rode out of the castle. It was about three leagues from Kiyosu to Moriyama, and he would always gallop there and return before breakfast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But that day, Nobunaga turned his horse east at the crossroads and headed away from Moriyama." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'behind' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My lord!\"\n\n\"Where is he going now?\" Surprised and confused, his five or six mounted attendants chased after him. The foot soldiers and sandal bearers were naturally left behind, straggling along the road. Only two of his servants, Ganmaku and Tokichiro, while falling behind, ran on desperately, determined not to lose sight of their master's horse.\n\n\"By the gods! We're in for trouble!\" Tokichiro said. They looked at one another, knowing that they had to keep their wits about them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was because Nobunaga was riding straight for Nagoya Castle—which Ganmaku had told Tokichiro was the center of the plot to replace Nobunaga with his younger brother!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobunaga, unpredictable as ever, spurred his horse toward a place fraught with danger, where no one knew what might happen. There was no more dangerous course of action, and Ganmaku and Tokichiro were frightened that something might happen to their master.\n\nBut it was Hayashi Sado, governor of Nagoya Castle, and his younger brother who were the most surprised by the unexpected visit. A panicked retainer ran into the room in the keep. \"My lord! My lord! Come quickly! Lord Nobunaga is here!\"\n\n\"What? What are you talking about?\" Doubting his own ears, he did not make a move to get up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It just was not possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He came here with no more than four or five attendants. They suddenly rode in through the main gate. He was laughing out loud about something with his attendants.\"\n\n\"Is this true?\"\n\n\"I swear it! Yes!\"\n\n\"Lord Nobunaga, here? What does it mean?\" Sado was losing his head unnecessarily. The color had drained from his face. \"Mimasaka, what do you think he wants?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whatever it is, we'd better go and greet him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. Let's hurry!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they ran down the main corridor, they could already hear the sound of Nobunaga's vigorous footsteps coming from the entrance. The brothers stepped to the side and threw themselves to the floor.\n\n\"Ah! Sado and Mimasaka. Are you both well? I was thinking of riding as far as Moriyama, but decided to come to Nagoya for some tea first. All this bowing and scraping is far too serious. Let's forget formality. Quickly, bring me some tea.\" Saying this as he walked past them, he sat down on the platform in the main room of the castle that he knew so well. Then he turned to the retainers who were chasing after him, trying to catch their breath. \"It's hot, eh? Really hot,\" he said, fanning himself through his open collar.\n\nThe tea was brought in, then the cakes, and then the cushions—all out of order because everyone was thrown into such confusion by the unexpected visit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The brothers hastily presented themselves and made their obeisance, unable to ignore the confusion of the maids and retainers, and left their master's presence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's noon. He must be hungry from his ride. He'll probably order lunch soon. Go to the kitchens and have them prepare a meal.\" While Sado gave orders, Mimasaka tugged at his sleeve and whispered, \"Katsuie wants to see you.\"\n\nHayashi nodded and replied softly, \"I'll come soon. Go on ahead.\"\n\nShibata Katsuie had come to Nagoya Castle earlier that day. He was about to leave after a secret meeting, but the confusion caused by Nobunaga's sudden arrival made it awkward for him to leave. Trapped, he had crawled, shaking, into a secret room. Both men joined him there and breathed a sigh of relief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was unexpected! What a surprise!\" said Sado.\n\n\"It's typical of him,\" Mimasaka replied. \"You'd go crazy trying to figure out the rules. You never know what he's going to do next! There's nothing worse than the whims of a fool!\"\n\nGlancing toward the room in which Nobunaga was sitting, Shibata Katsuie said, \"That's probably why he got the better of that old fox Saito Dosan.\"\n\n\"Maybe so,\" said Sado.\n\n\"Sado,\" Mimasaka had a grim expression on his face. Looking around, he lowered his voice and said, \"Wouldn't it be best to do it now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He has come with only five or six attendants, so isn't this what you might call an opportunity sent by the gods?\"\n\n\"To kill him?\"\n\n\"Precisely. While he's eating, we sneak in some good fighters, and when I come out to serve him, I give the signal, and we kill him.\"\n\n\"And if we fail?\" Sado asked.\n\n\"How can we? We'll put men in the garden and the corridors. We might have a few casualties, but if we attack him with all our might...\"\n\n\"What do you think, Sado?\" Mimasaka asked anxiously.\n\nHayashi Sado had his eyes cast straight down, under the intense stares of Katsuie and Mimasaka." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'three' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well. This may be the opportunity we've been waiting for.\"\n\n\"Are we agreed?\"\n\nLooking each other in the eye, the three men had just drawn up their knees. Just at that moment they heard the sound of energetic footsteps walking along the corridor, and the lacquered door slid open.\n\n\"Oh, you're in here. Hayashi! Mimasaka! I drank the tea and ate the cakes. I'm going back to Kiyosu now!\"\n\nThe men's knees drooped, and the three of them cowered. Suddenly, Nobunaga spotted Shibata Katsuie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey! Is that you, Katsuie?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"When I arrived, I saw a bay that looked just like the one you ride. So it was yours after all?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobunaga said with a smile over the prostrate form of Katsuie. \"When I arrived, I saw a bay that looked just like the one you ride. So it was yours after all?\"\n\n\"Yes... I happened to come by, but as you can see, I'm in my everyday clothes. So I thought that it would be rude of me to appear before you, my lord, and I stayed back here.\"\n\n\"Very good, that's very funny. Look at me. Look how shabby I am.\"\n\n\"Please forgive me, my lord.\"\n\nNobunaga lightly tickled Katsuie's neck with his lacquered fan. \"In the relationship between lord and retainer, it's too standoffish to be so concerned with appearances or to be a slave to etiquette! Formality is for the courtiers in the capital. It's good enough for the Oda clan to be country samurai.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, my lord.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's the matter, Katsuie? You're trembling.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I feel even worse, thinking I may have offended you, my lord.\"\n\n\"Ha, ha, ha, ha! I forgive you. Get up. No, wait, wait. The strings of my leather socks are untied. Katsuie, while you're down there, would you tie them?\"\n\n\"Of course, my lord.\"\n\n\"Sado.\"\n\n\"My lord?\"\n\n\"I disturbed you, didn't I?\"\n\n\"Of course not, my lord.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not just me who might drop in unexpectedly, but also guests from enemy provinces. Be on the alert, you're in charge!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm always on duty, from morning till night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good. I'm glad to have such reliable retainers. But it's not just for me. If you made a mistake, these men would also lose their heads. Katsuie, have you finished?\"\n\n\"I've tied them, my lord.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\nNobunaga walked away from the three still-prostrate men, went from the central corridor to the entrance by a circuitous route, and left. Katsuie, Sado, and Mimasaka looked at each other's pale faces, momentarily dazed. But when they came to themselves, they ran frantically after Nobunaga and once again prostrated themselves at the entrance. But Nobunaga could no longer be seen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only the sound of clattering hooves could be heard on the slope that led to the main gate. The retainers, who were always being left behind, kept close to Nobunaga, trying not to lose him again. But of the servants, only Ganmaku and Tokichiro, though they could not keep up, came up behind.\n\n\"Ganmaku?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"It went well, didn't it?\"\n\n\"It did.\" They hurried along behind him, happy to see the figure of their master in front of them. If something had happened, they had agreed to inform Kiyosu Castle by sending a smoke signal from the fire tower, and kill the local guards if they had to." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "im ur writing buddy. i set scene (might have existing chars), u do seven sentences like Eiji Yoshikawa" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nazuka Castle was a vital point in Nobunaga's defenses, held by one of his kinsmen, Sakuma Daigaku. It was a day in early fall, before dawn, when the men in the castle were awakened by the unexpected arrival of soldiers. They jumped up. Was it the enemy? No, the men were their allies.\n\nIn the mist, a scout yelled out from the watchtower, \"The men of Nagoya are in revolt! Shibata Katsuie has a thousand men, Hayashi Mimasaka over seven hundred!\"\n\nNazuka Castle was shorthanded. Riders rode into the mist to report to Kiyosu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobunaga was still asleep. But when he heard the news, he quickly put on his armor, grabbed a spear, and ran out without a single attendant. And then, ahead of Nobunaga stood a single ordinary soldier waiting with a horse by the Karabashi Gate.\n\n\"Your horse, my lord,\" he said, offering the reins to Nobunaga.\n\nNobunaga's face wore an unusual expression, as though he were surprised that someone had been faster than he. \"Who are you?\" he asked.\n\nRemoving his helmet, the soldier was about to kneel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobunaga was already in the saddle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not necessary. Who are you?\"\n\n\"Your sandal bearer, Tokichiro.\"\n\n\"Monkey?\" Nobunaga was amazed again. Why was his sandal bearer, whose duties were in the garden, the first to appear ready for battle? His equipment was simple, but he did have a breastplate, shin guards, and a helmet. Nobunaga was delighted by Tokichiro's fighting figure.\n\n\"Are you ready to fight?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give me the word to follow you, my lord.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'against' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good! Come along!\"\n\nNobunaga and Tokichiro had gone two or three hundred yards through the thinning morning mist when they heard the roar of twenty, thirty, then fifty mounted men, followed by four or five hundred foot soldiers, turning the mist black. The men at Nazuka had fought desperately. Nobunaga, a single horseman, dashed into the enemy ranks.\n\n\"Who dares raise his hand against me? Here I am, Sado, Mimasaka, Katsuie! How many men do you have? Why did you rebel against me? Come out and fight, man to man!\" The booming of his angry voice silenced the war cries of the rebels. \"Traitors! I've come to punish you! Running away is disloyal too!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mimasaka was so frightened that he fled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobunaga's voice pursued him like thunder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even for these men, on whom Mimasaka counted, Nobunaga was their natural lord. When Nobunaga in person rode among them and spoke to them, they were incapable of turning their spears against him.\n\n\"Wait! Traitor!\" Nobunaga caught up with the fleeing Mimasaka and ran him through with his spear. Shaking off the blood, he turned to Mimasaka's men and proclaimed, \"Even though he struck at his lord, he will never become the ruler of a province. Rather than be the tools of traitors and leave a dishonored name to your children's children, apologize now! Repent!\"\n\nWhen he heard that the left flank of the rebel forces had collapsed and that Mimasaka was dead, Katsuie sought refuge with Nobunaga's mother and brother in Suemori Castle.\n\nNobunaga's mother cried and trembled when she heard of the defeat of their army; Nobuyuki shuddered. Katsuie, the defeated general of the rebel forces, said, \"It would be best if I renounced the world.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shaved his head, took off his armor, and put on the robes of a Buddhist priest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next day, in the company of Hayashi Sado, and Nobuyuki and his mother, he went to Kiyosu to beg forgiveness for his crimes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobunaga's mother's apology was especially effective." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rehearsed by Sado and Katsuie, she begged him to spare the three men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Contrary to their expectations, Nobunaga was not angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I forgive them,\" he said simply to his mother, and turning to Katsuie, whose back was soaked with sweat, he continued, \"Priest, why have you shaved your head? What a confused wretch you are!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'nakatsukasa' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave a forced smile and then spoke sharply to Hayashi Sado. \"You too. This is unbecoming for a man of your age. After Hirate Nakatsukasa died, I relied on you as my righthand man. I regret causing Nakatsukasa's death.\" Tears came to Nobunaga's eyes and he was silent for a moment. \"No, no. It was because of my unworthiness that Nakatsukasa committed suicide and you turned traitor. From now on, I am going to reflect on things more deeply. And you will serve me, giving me your hearts fully. Otherwise there is no point in being a warrior. Should a samurai follow one lord or be a masterless ronin?\"\n\nHayashi Sado's eyes were opened. He saw what Nobunaga was really like, and finally understood his natural genius. He firmly pledged his loyalty and withdrew without lifting his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it seemed as though Nobunaga's own brother did not understand this. Nobuyuki had rather a low opinion of Nobunaga's magnanimity and thought, My violent older brother can't do anything to me because my mother's here.\n\nBlind, and protected by a mother's love, Nobuyuki continued his plotting. Nobunaga deplored this, thinking, I would gladly overlook Nobuyuki's behavior. But because of him, many of my retainers may rebel and err in their duty as samurai. Although he is my brother, he must die for the good of the clan. Finding a pretext, Nobunaga arrested Nobuyuki and ran him through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobody considered Nobunaga a fool any longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the contrary, everyone crouched in fear of his intelligence and the keenness of his eye.\n\n\"The medicine was a little too effective,\" Nobunaga occasionally remarked with a sardonic grin. But Nobunaga had made his preparations. It had not been his intention to play the fool to deceive his retainers and relatives. With the death of his father, it had become his responsibility to defend the province from enemies on all sides. He had adopted this camouflage for safety's sake, even to the point of appearing to be a fool. He had convinced his relatives and retainers in order to deceive his enemies and their many spies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But all the while, Nobunaga studied human nature and the inner workings of society." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because he was still young, if he had shown himself to be an able ruler, his enemies would have taken countermeasures." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Continue with three sentences sentences\nStyle: Eiji Yoshikawa\nNote: Maintain narrative threads and character relationships as presented" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tokichiro was off duty the following day as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His new house in the paulownia stand, which he had visited the day before, was in need of some repairs, and he had to arrange for furniture. But he lingered inside the castle in order to call on Inuchiyo, who was always at Nobunaga's side. Inuchiyo looked down on Nobunaga's retainers from the raised wooden platform with a gaze more arrogant than his master's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When people like Tokichiro came to petition Nobunaga, Inuchiyo listened with a grin, the little dimples showing at the side of his mouth.\n\nMonkey, again? Inuchiyo did not even have to say it. Somehow his single eye looked right through you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokichiro thought he was arrogant and did not mix with him much.\n\nWhile Tokichiro was talking with the guard at the central gate, someone walked by and said, \"Master Tokichiro, are you off duty today?\"\n\nCasually looking around, Tokichiro saw that it was Inuchiyo." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'inuchiyo' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Running after him, he said, \"Master Inuchiyo. There is a delicate matter I would like to speak with you about.\"\n\nInuchiyo gave him his usual superior look. \"Is this business or personal?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As I said, it's a delicate matter, so it's personal.\"\n\n\"If that's the case, right now is inappropriate. I'm just back from an errand for His Lordship, and I don't have time for a chat. Later.\" With this flat refusal, he left abruptly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An unlikable fellow, but he does have some good points, Tokichiro had to admit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Left alone, he stared vacantly after Inuchiyo. Then he too went off, walking with long strides. He was headed for the castle town." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arriving at his new house, he found a man washing the gate and another man carrying in baggage.\n\nHave I got the wrong house? Tokichiro asked himself.\n\nAs he looked around, a man's voice rang out from the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey! Master Kinoshita. Over here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, it's you.\"\n\n\"What do you mean, 'Oh, it's you'? Where have you been? Letting people furnish and clean your house!\" The man was one of his former colleagues in the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, well. You've done rather well for yourself in no time at all.\"\n\nTokichiro went in as if he were a guest in his own house. There was a new lacquered chest of drawers and a shelf." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These were all gifts from friends who had heard of his promotion, but who, upon finding that the happy-go-lucky master of the house was out, had cleaned the place, moved in the furniture, and finally gotten around to washing the gate.\n\n\"Thank you. You're too kind.\" Embarrassed, Tokichiro quickly set about to help them with whatever he could do on his own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All that was left was to fill up the sake flasks and put them on the trays.\n\n\"Master Kinoshita,\" said one of the castle suppliers, who felt indebted to him from the time Tokichiro had worked as overseer for charcoal and firewood. Peeking into the kitchen, Tokichiro found a chubby maidservant washing and scrubbing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is a girl from our village. You must be busy these days, so why don't you employ her for the time being?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tokichiro took advantage of the offer and said, \"I'd also like a manservant and a handyman, so if you know of anyone, I'd be most grateful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then they sat down in a circle, and the housewarming party began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a good thing I came here today. Imagine if I, the householder, had not shown up. Tokichiro was ashamed of himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had not considered himself to be easygoing, but now he could see that he must be at least a bit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they drank, the wives of his new colleagues in the neighborhood dropped by to congratulate Tokichiro on his promotion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, Master Kinoshita! Master of the house!\" one of the visitors called.\n\n\"What's up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean, 'What's up?' Have you gone around to the other houses in the neighborhood to pay your respects?\"\n\n\"No, not yet.\"\n\n\"What? Not yet? Are you the kind of person who dances and sings, waiting for people to come and pay their respects to you? Well, you'd better put on your best clothes and go on round right away. You can take care of two problems at once by bowing to each house and telling them that you've moved to the neighborhood and that you've been appointed to the stables.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later he had his help. A man from the same village as the maidservant came asking for work. And he employed another man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somehow or another he had acquired a small residence and three servants, and was the master of his own house, despite his modest stipend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now when Tokichiro left home—wearing, of course, his secondhand blue cotton coat with the white paulownia crest on the back—he was seen off by the maid and servants.\n\nThat morning, thinking that everything would be perfect if only Nene became his wife, he skirted the outer moat of the castle. As he walked along, Tokichiro failed to see the grinning man coming from the other direction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'could' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And although one might have imagined that he was still thinking of Nene, his head was really filled with thoughts of castle siege and defense: This is a moat in name only. It's so shallow that in ten days without rain you could see the bottom. In wartime, if you threw in a thousand sandbags, you could open up an avenue of attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There isn't very much drinking water in the castle, either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The weak point of this castle, then, is water supply. There isn't enough for a good defense in case of a siege... As he was mumbling to himself, a giant of a man approached and tapped him on the shoulder.\n\n\"Master Monkey. Are you on duty now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokichiro looked up at the face of the speaker, and in that instant hit upon a solution to his problem.\n\n\"No, this is a good time,\" he answered truthfully.\n\nThe man, of course, was Maeda Inuchiyo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That there had been no opportunity to talk since their former meeting, and that he now met him here by chance, outside the castle, was a good omen. But before he was able to say anything, he was cut off by Inuchiyo.\n\n\"Master Monkey, in the castle you said something about a delicate matter you wanted to talk to me about. Since I'm not on duty, I'll hear you out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, what I want to say is...\" Tokichiro looked around, and brushed the dust off a rock at the edge of the moat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is not a matter to chat about standing. Why don't you sit down?\"\n\n\"What is this all about?\"\n\nTokichiro spoke frankly, and his eagerness and sense of the subject's importance showed in his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Master Inuchiyo. Do you love Nene?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nene?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Master Asano's daughter.\"\n\n\"Ah, her.\"\n\n\"You love her, I suppose.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's it to you?\"\n\n\"Because if you do, I would like to warn you. It seems that, being ignorant of the situation, you've gone through a go-between and have asked the girl's father for permission to marry her.\"\n\n\"Is there something wrong with that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There is.\"\n\n\"What is that?\"\n\n\"Well, the fact is that Nene and I have been in love for many years now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inuchiyo stared fixedly at Tokichiro, and suddenly his whole body shook with laughter. Tokichiro could see by the man's expression that he was not going to take him seriously, and he looked even more serious.\n\n\"No, this is not a laughing matter. Nene is not the kind of woman who would betray me and give herself to another man, regardless of the cause.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that so?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've made firm promises to each other.\"\n\n\"Well, if that's the way it is, that's fine with me.\"\n\n\"There is one person, however, with whom it's not so fine, and that is Nene's father. If you don't withdraw your request, Master Mataemon is going to be caught between two sides and will be forced to commit ritual suicide.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seppuku?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It seems that Master Mataemon had no idea of the agreement between us, so he agreed to your proposal. But because of the situation I've just explained to you, Nene is refusing to go through with it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well then, whose wife will she be?\"\n\nWith this challenge, Tokichiro pointed to himself and said, \"Mine.\"\n\nInuchiyo laughed again, but not as loudly as before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Put a limit on your jokes, Master Monkey. Have you ever looked in a mirror?\"\n\n\"Are you calling me a liar?\"\n\n\"Why should Nene be engaged to someone like you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it's true, what are you going to do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If it is, I'll congratulate you.\"\n\n\"You mean you wouldn't object if Nene and I got married?\"\n\n\"Master Monkey... \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes?\"\n\n\"People are going to laugh.\"\n\n\"There's nothing that can be done to a relationship based on love, even if we are laughed at.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're really serious, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am. When a woman dislikes the man who is courting her, she parries him cleverly, like a willow in the wind. When that happens, you're better off not thinking of yourself as a fool, or that you've been deceived. That aside, please don't bear a grudge against Master Mataemon if Nene and I do get married. That will just add insult to injury.\"\n\n\"Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?\"\n\n\"Yes, and I'm very grateful for what you've said. I beg you not to forget the promise you made just now.\" Tokichiro bowed, but when he raised his head, Inuchiyo was gone." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "This is from the middle of a story, so characters will be referenced as if known. Write four sentences sentences like Eiji Yoshikawa. Genres: historical fiction. Themes: samurai, Japan" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's that in the garden?\" Imagawa Yoshimoto held a fan in the shape of a ginkgo leaf over his slightly reddened face. He had crossed over the garden's red half-moon bridge. Even the pages who followed him wore elaborate clothes and swords." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the pages went back along the bridged corridor and hurried into the garden." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'yoshimoto' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone was screaming. It sounded like a woman's voice to Yoshimoto, so, thinking it strange, he had stopped.\n\n\"What's happened to the page?\" Yoshimoto asked after a few minutes. \"He hasn't come back. Iyo, you go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Iyo went down into the garden and ran off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although the place was called a garden, it was so large that it looked as if it led to the foothills of Mount Fuji. Leaning against the pillar where the bridged corridor angled away from the main walkway, Yoshimoto beat a rhythm with his fan and sang to himself.\n\nHe was pale enough to be mistaken for a woman, because he used light makeup. He was forty years old and in the prime of manhood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yoshimoto was enjoying the world and was at the height of his prosperity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wore his hair in the style of the nobility, his teeth were elegantly blackened, and a mustache sprouted beneath his nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the last two years he had put on weight, and, being born with a long trunk and short legs, he now looked a little deformed. But his gilded sword and his richly brocaded clothes mantled him with an aura of dignity. Someone finally came back, and Yoshimoto stopped humming.\n\n\"Is it you, Iyo?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, it's Ujizane.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'chizu' 3 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ujizane was Yoshimoto's son and heir, and looked like someone who had never known hardship.\n\n\"What are you doing out in the garden when it's almost dusk?\"\n\n\"I was beating Chizu, and when I unsheathed my sword she ran away.\"\n\n\"Chizu? Who is Chizu?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's the girl who looks after my birds.\"\n\n\"A servant?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"What could she have done that you had to punish her with your own hands?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's hateful. She was feeding a rare bird that had been sent to me all the way from Kyoto, and she let it escape,\" Ujizane said seriously. He was inordinately fond of songbirds. It was well known among the nobility that if someone found a rare bird and sent it to him, Ujizane would be absurdly happy. Thus, without lifting a finger, he had become the owner of a collection of extravagant birds and cages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So here, it was said, a human being could be killed for the sake of a bird." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'ujizane' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ujizane was furious, as if the matter had been an important affair of state.\n\nAn indulgent father, Yoshimoto muttered in disappointment at his sons foolish anger. And this was in front of his retainers. Even though Ujizane was his heir, having demonstrated this kind of imbecility, Yoshimoto's retainers were unlikely to think much of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You fool!\" Yoshimoto shouted violently, intending to show his great love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ujizane, how old are you? You had your coming-of-age ceremony a long time ago. You're the heir of the Imagawa clan, but you do nothing but amuse yourself by raising birds. Why don't you do a little Zen meditation, or read some military treatises?\"\n\nBeing spoken to like this by a father who almost never scolded him, Ujizane turned pale and fell silent. He generally considered his father easy to deal with; however, he was already of an age when he could look at his father's behavior with a critical eye. Now, instead of arguing, he simply pouted and sulked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yoshimoto felt that this too was a weak point." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ujizane was very dear to him, and he knew that his own conduct had never provided a good example for his son.\n\n\"That's enough. Restrain yourself from now on. All right, Ujizane?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Why are you looking so disgruntled?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"I'm not disgruntled about anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not disgruntled about anything.\"\n\n\"Well then, be off with you. These are not the times for raising birds.\"\n\n\"Well, but... \"\n\n\"What do you want to say?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are these times for drinking sake with girls from Kyoto and dancing and beating the drum all afternoon?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold your tongue, know-it-all!\"\n\n\"But you—\"\n\n\"Silence!\" Yoshimoto said, throwing his fan at Ujizane. \"Rather than criticizing your father, you should know your place. How can I proclaim you as my heir, if you take no interest in military matters and learn nothing about administration and economics? Your father studied Zen when he was a young man, went through all sorts of difficulties, and fought countless battles. Today I am the master of this small province, but I will rule the entire country one day. How could I have had a child with so little courage and so few ambitions? There's nothing I can complain of now except dissatisfaction with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At some point, Yoshimoto's retainers found themselves cowering in the corridor." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'mandarin' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Struck by his words, every one of them silently stared at the floor. Even Ujizane hung his head and stared at his father's fan at his feet.\n\nJust then, a samurai came in and announced, \"His Reverence Master Sessai, Lord Ieyasu, and the senior retainers are waiting for Your Lordship in the Mandarin Orange Pavilion.\"\n\nThe Mandarin Orange Pavilion was built on a slope dotted with mandarin orange trees, and it was here that Yoshimoto had invited Sessai and his other advisers, ostensibly for a nighttime tea ceremony." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah! Really? Is everyone there? As the host, I shouldn't be late.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoshimoto spoke as though he had been saved from the confrontation with his son, and walked down the corridor in the opposite direction.\n\nThe tea ceremony had been nothing but a ruse from the start. Appropriately for an evening tea ceremony, though, the flickering shadows cast by the lanterns, combined with the chirping of insects, seemed to envelop the place in an air of elegance. But as soon as Yoshimoto had entered and the door was shut, soldiers patrolled the grounds so tightly that water could not have leaked in unnoticed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"His Lordship.\" A retainer announced his master as though he were heralding royalty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the large room, built in the manner of temples, a faint light flickered. Sessai and the senior retainers were all seated in a line, with Tokugawa Ieyasu at the far end. The line of men bowed to their master.\n\nYoshimoto's silk clothes whispered perceptibly in the silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took his seat, unaccompanied by either page or attendant. His only two attendants were holding back at a distance of two or three yards.\n\n\"Excuse my lateness,\" Yoshimoto said in reply to the bows of his field staff. Then, paying special attention to Sessai, he said, \"I'm afraid this is an imposition on you, Your Reverence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Yoshimoto's habit of late to inquire about the monk's health whenever they met." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sessai had been prone to illness for the last five or six years, and recently he had aged perceptibly.\n\nSessai had instructed, protected, and inspired Yoshimoto since childhood. Yoshimoto knew that he owed his greatness to Sessai's statecraft and planning. Thus, at first, Yoshimoto could not help feeling Sessai's age very much as he felt his own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But when he realized that the strength of the Imagawa had not suffered by not relying on Sessai, and that it was, in fact, more vital than ever, he began to believe that his successes were due to his own ability.\n\n\"As I am now an adult,\" Yoshimoto had told Sessai, \"please don't worry yourself about the administration of the province or military matters. Spend your remaining years pleasantly, and concentrate on the promulgation of the Way of the Buddha.\" It was clear that he had begun to keep Sessai at a respectful distance.\n\nBut from Sessai's point of view, watching Yoshimoto was like watching a stumbling child, and he felt the same kind of distress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sessai looked at Yoshimoto exactly as Yoshimoto looked at his son, Ujizane. Sessai thought that Yoshimoto was unreliable. He knew that Yoshimoto felt uncomfortable in his presence and had kept him away, using Sessai's illness as a pretext, but he still tried to assist in both administrative and military matters. From the beginning of spring that year, he had not missed one of the more than ten conferences in the Mandarin Orange Pavilion, even when he was ill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would they move now, or wait a little longer? This conference was going to decide one way or the other, and the rise or fall of the Imagawa clan would depend on the decision.\n\nEnveloped in a light shower of cricket songs, the conference that would transform the government of the nation was conducted in the strictest privacy. When the chirping of the insects stopped suddenly, the group of guards paced back and forth along the hedges outside the pavilion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you investigate what we talked about at the last conference?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoshimoto asked one of his generals.\n\nThe general spread out some documents on the floor and opened the conference by explaining them in outline. He had written a report on the military and economic power of the Oda clan. \"It's said to be a small clan, but recently it would seem that its economy has rallied remarkably.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he spoke, he showed diagrams to Yoshimoto." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'bushels' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Owari is said to be a united province, but within its eastern and southern sections there are places, like Iwakura Castle, which owe their allegiance to you, my lord. Additionally, there are men who, although they are Oda retainers, are known to feel ambivalently about their loyalties. Thus, under the present circumstances, the possessions of the Oda clan are less than one-half, possibly only two-fifths, of all of Owari.\"\n\n\"I see,\" Yoshimoto said. \"It seems to be a small clan, just as we've heard. How many soldiers can they muster?\"\n\n\"If you look at their possessions as being only two-fifths of Owari, the area would produce about one hundred sixty to one hundred seventy thousand bushels of rice. If you figure that ten thousand bushels supports about two hundred fifty men, then even if the entire Oda force were raised, it would not exceed four thousand men. And if you subtract those garrisoning the castles, I doubt that they could call up more than about three thousand men.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yoshimoto suddenly broke into laughter." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'thousand' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whenever he laughed, it was his habit to tilt his body a little and cover his blackened teeth with his fan. \"Three or four thousand, you say? Well, that's hardly enough to prop up a province. Sessai says that the enemy to watch on the way to the capital would be the Oda, and all of you have repeatedly brought up the Oda, too. So I commissioned these reports. But what are three or four thousand men going to do in the face of my military forces? What kind of trouble is it going to be to kick him around and then knock him down with a single blow?\"\n\nSessai said nothing; the other men also kept their mouths shut. They knew that Yoshimoto was not going to change his mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The plan had existed for some years now, and the aim of all their military preparations and the administration of the Imagawa domains was Yoshimoto's march on the capital and his domination of the entire country." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The time was ripe, and Yoshimoto was unable to hold himself in check a moment longer.\n\nYet, if several conferences had been held since the spring, aiming at decisive action, and the goal had still not been attained, it meant that within this pivotal group there was someone who argued that it was still premature. The dissenting voice was Sessai's. More than arguing that it was still premature, Sessai conservatively advocated recommendations concerning internal administration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did not criticize Yoshimoto's ambition of unifying the country, but neither did he ever express approval." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Imagawa is the most illustrious clan of its generation,\" he had said to Yoshimoto. \"If there comes a time when there is no successor to the shogun, someone from the Imagawa clan would have to take a stand. You, by all means, must have this great ambition and begin to cultivate yourself for the capacity of ruling the nation from now on.\" It was Sessai himself who had taught Yoshimoto to think on a broad scale: Rather than being the master of a single castle, be the ruler of an entire province; rather than being the ruler of a single district, be the governor of ten provinces; rather than being the governor of ten provinces, be the ruler of the country.\n\nEveryone preached this. And all samurai children faced the chaotic world with this in mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was also the main point in Sessai's training of Yoshimoto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, from the time Sessai had joined Yoshimoto's field staff, the armed forces of the Imagawa clan expanded precipitously. Steadily, Yoshimoto had stepped up the ladder towards hegemony. But recently Sessai had felt a great contradiction between his training of Yoshimoto and his role as an adviser: somehow he had started to feel uneasy about Yoshimoto's plans to unify the country.\n\nHe hasn't got the capacity, Sessai thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Watching Yoshimoto's growing confidence, especially in recent years, Sessai's thoughts had become acutely more conservative. This is his peak. This is as far as his capacity as a ruler can go. I've got to get him to drop the idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was the source of Sessai's anguish." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'yoshimoto' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet there was little reason to believe that Yoshimoto, so proud of his worldly advancement, would suddenly drop the idea of making his bid for supremacy. Sessai's remonstrations were laughed at as symptoms of his dotage, and went unheeded. Yoshimoto considered the country to be already in his grasp.\n\nI should put an end to this quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sessai no longer admonished him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, every time there was a conference, he stressed extreme prudence.\n\n\"What kind of difficulties am I going to encounter when I march on Kyoto with all my power and the great armies of Suruga, Totomi, and Mikawa?\" Yoshimoto asked again.\n\nHe planned a bloodless march on the capital, ascertaining the actual conditions of all the provinces on the way and planning a diplomatic policy ahead of time to avoid as much fighting as possible. But the first battle on the road to Kyoto was not going to be with the strong provinces of Mino or Omi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was going to be, first and foremost, against the Oda of Owari." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were small fry. But they were not to be conciliated by diplomacy, or bought off.\n\nThey were going to be a troublesome enemy indeed. And this was not just today's or yesterday's enemy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the last forty years the Oda and the Imagawa had been at war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If a castle was taken, another would be captured by the other side, and if a town was burned, ten villages would be set on fire in return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fact, from the time of Nobunaga's father and Yoshimoto's grandfather, the two clans seemed fated to bury the bones of their men at the border of the two provinces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the rumor of the Imagawa march to the capital reached the Oda, they were quickly resolved to fight one great decisive battle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For Yoshimoto, the Oda were the ideal victims for the army advancing on the capital, and he continued to refine his schemes against them.\n\nThis was the last council of war. Sessai, Ieyasu, and his attendants left the palace. On their way home it was pitch black; not a light was burning in Sumpu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's nothing we can do but pray to heaven for good luck,\" Sessai mumbled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With age, even an enlightened mind gets foolish again. \"How cold it is,\" Sessai complained, but it was not a night one would think of as being cold.\n\nWhen people thought about it later, it was from this time that the abbot's illness worsened. That was the last night that Sessai's feet ever trod the earth. In the loneliness of mid-autumn, Sessai died quietly, unnoticed." } ]