Then he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Around here, people like me are called matagi. We’re just hunters. If anyone asks you, that’s what you should say. Okay?”
Jet nodded, though she was alarmed. Weren’t they?
“The name of our town means ‘bear’ in the Ainu language,” Hiro said, his chest radiating pride.
“That’s right,” Ojiisan replied. “Many families once hunted bear to survive. To the Ainu, the bear was a gift from God. They respected this powerful creature. He gave them his meat, his fur, his medicine. They gave him their gratitude and respect.”
“And he kept the Wa away from the mountains. The Wa are afraid of bears. They’re afraid of Kanabe.” Hiro’s eyes sparkled. “And us!”
“Are the Wa a gang?” Jet asked, remembering what Hiro had said.
“Not exactly,” Masakichi said. “They’re the Emperor’s ancestors.”
“They captured our ancestors and made them slaves,” Hiro practically growled, making Aska’s ears suddenly stick up. He stroked her fur and she moaned, ears softening.
“They haven’t been around for a while, and we’re happy to have them stay away from our mountain as long as they want,” Ojiisan replied.
“Forever isn’t long enough!” Hiro said fiercely.
“What do they want?” Jet asked, looking over at her grandfather.
Ojiisan hesitated. “The Kuroi family were nomads whose ancestors, the ancient Izumo people, traveled around Japan selling bamboo crafts to survive. As they traveled, they built a kind of network, picking up information and carrying it from town to town.”
“And?” Jet asked. The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Ojiisan sighed “In those days, that information was very rare and valuable. But in this day and age, there’s email and iphones and satellites and even clones of animals—things your old grandpa couldn’t have dreamed of fifty years ago. People can hear what we’re talking about right now, even though they’re thousands of miles away.”
“That’s true. But what does that have to do with us?” Jet asked nervously.
Ojiisan continued. “You see, our ancestors might have made some enemies. People didn’t like their secret ways, didn’t think there was a need for them anymore.”
“But you don’t think so, do you?” she replied. Her grandfather obviously liked the old ways. He still lived in a wooden house and cooked over a kindling fire. In fact, he seemed almost untouched by the twenty-first century.
Masakichi cleared his throat. His deep blue eyes sparkled as he looked into Jet’s eyes. She stayed perfectly still.
“As long as there’s a mountain, there will be a forest. As long as there is a forest, there will be bears and mushrooms and yakuso—medicinal herbs—and the village will survive. So we don’t have to worry…”
Hiro frowned. “Yeah, but only if we protect it.”
“How will you… we… protect it?” Jet asked quickly. There was so much she wanted to know.
Hiro looked over at Ojiisan, who laid down his chopsticks.
“You must be tired,” he said softly but firmly, closing the subject.
“You could say that.” She was almost too tired to keep her head up and eyes open. The train ride had been long. But still. Tension coursed through her body. She could see that Ojiisan didn’t want the old ways to die. And neither had her mother. After all, Satoko had made Jet come all the way to Japan. And they were clearly being threatened. But by whom? And why now?
Jet didn’t want to argue, to show Ojiisan her bad qualities. She would no longer be what her homeroom teacher had written in her progress report: “witty, sarcastic, at times cynical, and maybe a little antisocial.” She’d determined not to be that way in Japan.
Ojiisan looked softly at Jet, as if understanding all she could not say.
“We should all get some rest. It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll show Jet her room,” Hiro said, picking up Jet’s backpack and suitcase. Ojiisan quickly led them down a wooden hallway to a tatami mat room that opened onto a small stone garden. They brushed their teeth in a big metal sink. The toilet was a hole in the ground.
“The spare room is not very fancy, but we’ll put out a futon, and you’ll rest well. If you hear any strange noises, whistle like this.” Ojiisan made an owl’s call from deep in his throat. Jet was startled—it was the same sound her mother and J-Bird had taught her in the desert.
“There are a lot of wild animals, you know. But don’t worry, they’re friendly. Most of them, that is. The bears are used to us.”
Jet might have looked afraid, but she couldn’t help but yawn.
“You’ve had a long journey,” Ojiisan told her. “Come.”
Jet said goodnight to Hiro after he put her bags down on the tatami. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Ojiisan ushered him and Aska back down the hall.
“Sleep well. Good night!” he said, eyes shining as he kissed her on the forehead tenderly like a child.
After he’d left, she changed out of her clothes and into her nightgown, which still smelled like Southwestern desert earth. How strange to think that just 48 hours ago, she’d been in America. Now she was here, a world away. Jet let herself sink into the folds of the many blankets. She heard him shut the front door, then bolt it. He closed the window shutters, locking them, too. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Satoko had told her–that people would want to hurt her. She should have warned Ojiisan. Or did he already know? Hiro certainly knew something, Jet could feel it in her bones.
The thought of danger slowly faded. Jet had never felt safer. For so long it had been just Satoko, J-Bird, and herself. Now she had a grandfather and a cousin. Even a dog. She had the treasure she’d wanted for as long as she could remember—a family.
Was it too much to hope that she could keep it?
CHAPTER 7
壁抜けの術
Kabe Nuke No Jutsu
Passing Through Walls
Jet awoke to birdsong at daybreak. Masakichi was in the kitchen, whistling softly as he prepared the morning’s meal.
“Ohaiyo gozaimasu,” she called out cheerfully, practicing her Japanese.
“Good morning, Jet. Sleep well?”
“Like a log,” she replied.
He looked at her, puzzled, then laughed.
“A big tree! Gotcha!” he said, eyes twinkling.
Jet laughed, too.
He handed her a cup of steaming hot green tea and said, “I’ve been thinking, and there’s something I really need to ask you. Hiro told me that you used the art of sozu at the Fujin waterfall yesterday.”
“Sozu?” she asked, bewildered.
He pursed his lips.
“Well, you hid your presence. You disguised your energy by muting your aura. Hiro was surprised. Even Aska couldn’t detect you.”
“Oh, that.” She shrugged. “Mom taught me how to do that when I was little. She made me do lots of crazy things.”
“Really? What else?”
Jet sipped the hot tea. It was slightly bitter but somehow conforting. “She would