Dororo: A Novel
Tsuji Masaki
Part Three
The Tale of Bandai
Chapter 4
Huh? Where the heck am I?
Dororo thought.
He was obviously inside Lady
Bandai’s estate, and the room was clean and well-appointed. The demon must have
passed this way when it had fled, but there was no sign of its passage.
Where did that demon get to,
anyway?
Lady Bandai wasn’t in her room,
but her futon was unmade. Dororo crawled along the floor, staying low. He sniffed
the air, trying to determine if he could smell the demon from here.
“I do smell something… yes, the
demon definitely passed through here.”
All the evidence pointed to Lady
Bandai being the frog demon. She hadn’t gotten up from her futon that afternoon—pretending
to be sick—but now, she was out of her futon. That probably meant she could
move on her own.
Yikes! Lady Bandai sure is
dangerous.
Dororo was about to slide open the
door of the room and enter the hallway when he heard a sound like rustling
silk. Lady Bandai was coming back!
Dororo dashed to the hole he’d
come out of and tried to shift the floorboards so that he could hide under
them. But the floorboards wouldn’t budge so much as an inch. Dororo’s eyes
darted around frantically, searching for a place to hide.
Lady Bandai’s pillow was large—ridiculously
large: maybe big enough to hide a person. Dororo ripped a long tear in the
pillow in his desperation, then crawled inside it. He couldn’t poke his head
out or he might be found, so he scrunched himself small inside the pillow and
waited. The pillow was stuffed with white down, and after awhile it got a
little hard to breathe.
Suddenly, Dororo smelled the demon
again, and the scent was stronger this time.
Yuck! That must mean the demon
uses this pillow! Dororo thought. The smell had saturated the pillow all
the way through. Dororo was enveloped by it.
“Ah… ah… ah…” Dororo struggled to
hold back a sneeze. He heard a voice nearby and held his breath. It’s Lady
Bandai!
Lady Bandai sat on the futon.
Dororo couldn’t see, but he felt the pillow shift.
“Oh, it hurts,” Lady Bandai said. “I
put medicine on the wounds, but there is still so much pain!” Dororo didn’t
need any more proof. Lady Bandai must be the demon! Hyakkimaru had attacked
and injured it.
“I underestimated them,” Lady
Bandai said with a little sigh. “This is my own fault. I wonder if my reckless attackers
will chase me down…” She stood up from the futon.
Dororo found it difficult to define
himself as a “reckless attacker,” given that Lady Bandai had attacked first.
“Ah!” Lady Bandai let out a shrill
cry.
There was a sound of floorboards
creaking and being moved out of the way. At the same time, Dororo heard a low
voice.
“It’s Hyakkimaru.”
“Aniki!” Dororo hadn’t meant to speak. His voice came out as quiet as a whisper. Hyakkimaru had finally caught up
with him.
“Someone, please help me!” Lady
Bandai yelled. At her call, four men rushed into the room from the hallway.
“Lady Bandai? What on earth is
wrong?” The old man who had led Dororo and Hyakkimaru to the shed spoke before
the others.
“Did those thieves come back?”
“Are there bandits?”
Lady Bandai’s four defenders sized
up Hyakkimaru, surrounding him in a loose circle.
“Please let me pass,” Hyakkimaru
said brusquely. “I won’t ask twice. I have business with your lady.”
“We won’t let you threaten her!” the
old man said. “Where were you hiding? Why hide, unless you intended some harm?”
“You should listen before you
accuse me of anything,” Hyakkimaru said. “The passage behind me leads to the
well in the shed you took us to. A monster attacked us there. And when I followed
it, I wound up here.” He turned to Lady Bandai. “And so, Miss Bandai, I am
going to have to ask you where the monster went, and where my little friend ended
up after he got here.”
“Hahaha!” Lady Bandai’s laugh was
low and deep. “A monster? What would I know of that?”
Lady Bandai sat on the futon
again. Dororo started trembling slightly.
“It sounds to me like you had a
nightmare,” Lady Bandai said.
Dororo willed himself to be still.
The pillow smelled like the demon, and Lady Bandai’s nearness intensified the
smell even more.
“A nightmare? And is the passage
behind me nothing but mist and dream?” Hyakkimaru asked.
“You’re thieves,” Lady Bandai said
airily. “I assume you dug the passage so that you could reach the house and
carry away your plunder.”
Dororo held his hands over his
nose. He couldn’t sneeze now, and he couldn’t move. Lady Bandai rested her
weight on the pillow he was hiding in. He felt something slimy inside the
pillow with him, brushing against his arm, and went still as a statue.
“I know that a demon is here,”
Hyakkimaru said.
“How long do you intend to let
this ruffian keep standing here in my chambers?” Lady Bandai said imperiously. Her
expression changed subtly; it looked like she was pleased at winning some game.
“Remove him at once!”
The villagers drew near to
Hyakkimaru, boxing him in.
“Stay back!” Hyakkimaru said. “You
don’t know what that woman is!”
Hyakkimaru’s words made Dororo gasp.
Since Lady Bandai was the demon, that meant the demon was right in the room
with them. She might transform at any time! The smell of her was like sewage
and rot; Dororo remembered it from his time in the shed and wrinkled his nose.
The slimy thing was getting closer. Dororo wasn’t sure what to do about it. When
it darted toward his head, he sank his teeth into it and didn’t let go.
Damn it. The slimy tentacle
thrashed; Dororo focused all of his attention on holding it in place. His jaw was
as strong as a mountain monkey’s.
“Gyaaah!” With a sharp cry, Lady
Bandai fell backward onto the futon, partly crushing Dororo inside the pillow.
Dororo grunted, then called out, “Aniki! We found the demon!” He spilled out of the rip in the pillow and got to his feet, pointing at Lady Bandai… but since when did Lady Bandai have a tail?!
The slimy tentacle thing turned out to be Lady Bandai's tail. Her
futon and blanket were in disarray. It was clear now that only her top half
looked human, while her lower half was wet and slimy like a toad.
Hyakkimaru attacked the villagers
to get them out of the way. They screamed and stepped back. There was a flash
of strange light, and as it faded, Dororo watched Lady Bandai start transforming
from the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen to the most hideous creature on
the face of the earth.
The demon had dressed itself in a
sick woman’s skin, but that was just a disguise.
“Hahahaha!” Lady Bandai’s laugh
was loud and echoing. “Were you curious about my tail this whole time? Did you
expect it to transform?” The demon’s tail swayed back and forth. It grew in
girth as if it were swelling up. As the size of the tail increased, so did the
size of Lady Bandai’s body, until it was hard to recognize her. Like a reptile
shedding its skin, the demon sloughed off Lady Bandai’s shape and form and
revealed itself.
“Hahahaha!” Lady Bandai’s laugh
was replaced by the demon’s weird croaking voice. The demon whipped its tail
around the room in threat.
Dororo jumped over the lashing
tail and rolled, then got to his feet. “Prepare yourself, demon!” he said.
Hyakkimaru’s sword arms glinted in
the low light.
“Oh?” The demon looked at him
speculatively—or perhaps hungrily. It was hard to believe the demon’s face had
been as lovely as Lady Bandai’s. The demon jumped out of the way when Hyakkimaru
pressed the attack, but Hyakkimaru had expected that.
“Eat shit, demon!”
The next moment, Hyakkimaru’s legs
came off below the knee with a hissing sound overheated metal being cooled in
water. An unidentifiable liquid shot out, straight at the demon’s face.
“Gyaaah!” The demon shrieked and
bent over backwards. The air was choked with the foul odor of burning flesh.
Screaming in alarm, the demon retreated from the room and ran toward the garden.
Just what was that stuff hidden
inside Hyakkimaru’s legs, anyway? At the time, people called it burning water,
but in today’s day and age, we would call it a strong acid. The doctor who had
made Hyakkimaru’s prosthetic body had originally built cavities in the arms and
legs for carrying medicine, and when it came time for Hyakkimaru to go out into
the world, he’d weaponized Hyakkimaru’s legs as well as his arms.
“Dororo, run!”
There was a bell tower in the garden.
The demon climbed up, staring down at Hyakkimaru with eyes as red as blood.
Half of the demon’s face had been obliterated by acid. It was truly a hideous
sight to behold.
While Hyakkimaru and the demon
engaged in a brief stare-down, Dororo found a T-shaped wooden bell hammer and
picked it up. “One, two, three!” Dororo spun in a circle with the heavy hammer,
releasing it on the count of three. The hammer soared through the air at the
demon and struck it in the back.
“Guaaah!” The demon screeched and lost
its footing on the bell tower. It nearly fell, but hung on for dear life by one
over-stretched front leg.
“One more time!” Dororo retrieved
the bell hammer and prepared to throw it again.
“Guaaah!” The demon’s tail jumped
in distress, elongating to an alarming degree. The tail tripped Dororo; he fell
down flat on his back near the bell tower and rolled from the force of the demon’s
strike.
“Dororo!” Hyakkimaru had put his legs back on, and now he dashed to
Dororo’s aid. He was about to pick Dororo up when he remembered the sword arms.
“I’m fine,” Dororo gasped. “Just
kill the demon!”
Hyakkimaru shook his head. “The
demon’s doing a fine job dying on its own.”
He was right. The demon’s tail was
moving sluggishly, and some of the bloody redness of its eyes was dimmed. The demon’s
skin turned a pale gray. Its body shrank and fell from the bell tower, becoming Lady Bandai again, this time
with a mutilated face and tail. Dororo held his breath, watching, but the demon
didn’t move. It was dead.
Hyakkimaru placed his prosthetics
on over his sword arms, then helped Dororo to his feet. Dororo was injured from
his fall and couldn’t walk well, so Hyakkimaru picked him up and carried him.
Then Hyakkimaru walked over to the demon’s corpse and indicated a lump
protruding from Lady Bandai’s tail. “That’s a jinmensō1—a demon that looks like a tumor
much of the time, but it can mimic human faces.”
Readers, have you ever heard of a jinmensō before?
They start out as blisters and pimples. Then they get bigger and bigger until
pus comes out. After the pus is removed, the jinmensō develops
features. If you look really close, you might see eyes, or a nose, or a mouth.
This jinmensō had started out as a dimple on the demon’s tail, and now its
host body was dead. According to some books on the subject, there are some jinmensō that
develop so much that they gain the ability to speak. Some are said to require
food and drink.
Most pimples and blisters never become
jinmensō, of course. Many of the medicines used to treat skin ailments are
poison to jinmensō. But every once in a while, a jinmensō that can
talk just like a person does develop.
The jinmensō attached to Lady Bandai’s tail was
not ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. It was large and misshapen:
ill-looking even for a tumor attached to a demon. Upon closer inspection, the tumor
had a fully defined face, with all the normal human features.
“I wonder if this jinmensō
possessed the woman first, or the other demon,” Hyakkimaru said quietly. The jinmensō’s eyes
were closed. It didn’t move. The longer Hyakkimaru and Dororo stared, the paler
the jinmensō’s face became. Like the demon, it was dead.
Rain fell in sheets from the predawn
sky. A golden glow lit the horizon: the autumn sun was rising. The rain made a
lonely sound on the roofs of the estate and the bell tower.
“It’s like I thought.” Hyakkimaru
turned around, facing some of Lady Bandai’s dumbstruck retainers. “Lady Bandai
made you all rich. Then, at night, she would transform into the demon and steal
her money back from you all. She gave you her money to get you on her side, and
she stole it back to keep herself rich. She hid the money that she stole from
you in that bamboo grove where you found us and told you that it was there to
lure thieves. And when thieves came, she stole from them, too.”
“But why even do something like that?”
Dororo asked. “I don’t get it.” He looked up at Hyakkimaru from the shelter of
his arms, eyes barely open.
“I think it was cover,” Hyakkimaru
said. “The villagers couldn’t move against Lady Bandai if she was propping up
the whole town. That meant she was safe during the day… and the villagers
wouldn’t risk themselves against the nightly demon attacks if they knew Lady
Bandai would replace some of what they’d lost in the morning. You saw how the villagers
treated her, Dororo. She was like their queen.”
“I don’t believe it,” the old man who’d
served Lady Bandai said. He could barely be heard over the sound of the rain.
“But it’s all right now,”
Hyakkimaru said. “I—that is to say, Dororo and I—have killed the demon. Your
village is safe.”
Dororo had passed out from his
injuries. He was limp in Hyakkimaru’s hold.
“We’re travelers, not thieves,”
Hyakkimaru said. “I know you have reasons to distrust us, but may we request a
place to stay in the village? At least until the rain stops?”
The old man shook his head. His
hair was soaked. “You cannot stay. We refuse.”
“Why?” Hyakkimaru asked. He
sounded shocked.
“You saved that kid,” the old man
said.
“Of course I did,” Hyakkimaru
said. “Who here wouldn’t save a child in danger?”
The old man’s eyes turned the same
color as the rain-gray sky. “We wish… it would be better for the village if we
hadn’t found out that Lady Bandai was a demon.”
“What?” Hyakkimaru asked. His lips
trembled.
“Lady Bandai was beautiful and
kind. Everyone in the village loved her. We didn’t fear bandits and thieves and
monsters just because they stole our money—we were worried for Lady Bandai’s
safety. Even if bandits did come in and strip the village bare, that would be
all right, if… if only Lady Bandai was still here with us. But now she’s gone. What
you’ve done is rip our hopes and dreams for the future up by the roots. I hope
you’re satisfied.”
All the blood drained out of
Hyakkimaru’s face as he took in what the old man was saying. Hyakkimaru was
angry, of course. This man had the gall to suggest that the village would be better
off with a demon in charge. “If we hadn’t come, the demon would have bled
you dry and devoured you all!” That was what Hyakkimaru wanted to say, but he
restrained himself. He already knew what the old man would say in response.
“We would have died for her,” the
old man said. “Every single one of us. Lady Bandai is dead, along with the
demon. That’s easy enough to explain. Our world is a world at war, and there
are casualties every day. This village lived for a while, sheltered from the
harshness of the world by Lady Bandai’s kindness and compassion. We would have
died happy if she remained with us… demon or not. But now… what do we have to
live for?”
“Urgh… is the demon gone?” Dororo
asked as he came to. He shifted a little in Hyakkimaru’s arms.
The villagers formed a wall of
people at the entrance to Lady Bandai’s estate. It was clear that the village
wouldn’t welcome Dororo and Hyakkimaru for the night—not now, and not ever.
Hyakkimaru let words of rage and
reproach die in his throat. He put his back to the villagers and started
walking away, keeping Dororo held close to his chest. The rain fell, soaking
him through, but he barely felt it.
The rain cleared Lady Bandai’s
face of blood and acid. It bathed the whole world impartially, with
ambivalence, but no amount of rain could wash the war-torn world clean.
Where will Dororo and Hyakkimaru go now?
1 人面瘡: A jinmensō is a mythological growth or tumor that takes the shape of a human face. ↩
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