I sat at the small table, trying my best not to lose focus as I moved the ink brush around the woodblock. My attendant, a slave girl of around nine, watched curiously, too aware of her station to interrupt me. 戌子, Inuko, the Dog Girl, that was what I named her. She was too young to know the name that her parents had given her. I didn't remember myself, I had blotted most of their culture and names out of my mind. To wipe every trace and mention of them from everyone's. Until they were only known as the people who had crossed me and learned the consequences.
“What is it?” the girl finally squeaked, childish curiosity conquering fear in the end. I ignored her until I finished, which was around an hour later.
“A tank.” more specifically, the Type 97 Chi-Ha. A tank that I had been obsessed with as a child. I remembered putting together miniature models of the vehicle for hours. My father had supposed to take me to a museum to see the vehicle on my twelfth birthday, but he never did. One of his broken promises.
“Is it... real?” it seemed hard for her to accept that such a thing could exist.
“In my world,” I replied, thinking back. I set the brush down and decided to let the ink dry. “Unfortunately we won't be able to build one here. I'm not an engineer. I don't know how to make steel, an engine, or other components.” I was talking to myself more than I was her, because I knew she didn't know half the words that I just said. “Now that's enough. We have a council meeting soon.”
Inuko
I, that is to say, me, Inu, stood besides the guard at the door while my mistress and her ministers sat at the table and started to discuss matters of state.
“Uesama, I am loathe to call this to your attention.” Haru said adopting the air of modesty and self-effacement which was how she ordinarily presented herself to Grace. I knew it was fake, I didn't know how she couldn't. “But without an heir to the throne, the people are becoming quite agitated. The nobles and military factions will start trying to curry favor with you.”
Grace became slightly annoyed, and I smirked a little to see the minister flustered. “Nothing has changed, Ruyanpe is still my heir. You need to find her and bring her back. Or perhaps I need to find someone who can.” she stated, leaning her head against her hand as she glanced at Susam and the other ministers. Shinryu the funny priest was playing with his robes. “Anyone who can find me Ruyanpe - alive - will receive an ennoblement and five acres of land with a dozen slaves.”
Normally Haru would be too craven to continue the conversation, but this must have been urgent on her mind. “Until then, Uesama, would it not be wiser to appoint an interim heir?” Haru bowed her head. “You almost lost your life at the Battle of Okayama. If it weren't for the august grace of the Buddhas and Kamuy, the empire would have crashed against the rocks and died. Please understand the predicament.”
“You, dog.” Grace called and I obediently walked to her. “My ministers don't seem to listen to me when I tell them what to do. What do you think I should do with them.”
“You could... cut their heads off.”
Grace looked at Haru with a smile on her face. “It doesn't seem the girl likes you very much. Badger me again and I'll make her my heir.” the minister said nothing, and the Mikoto clapped her hands and rose. “I'm tired today, I think I'm going to depart.” the ministers bowed their heads as she left the room, with me following quickly after.