Miss Plumblossom paid no attention to either of them, but selected two bamboo poles from a rack. The lighter one she tossed to Tora before taking her position across from him. “Your move!” she ordered.
“Madam—”
“Miss! What are you waiting for?” she snapped. “In a real confrontation, you’d be dead already.” Before she had quite finished her words, she let her pole flash out and around while turning on the ball of one foot as the weapon transcribed a hissing circle aimed at Tora’s head.
His eyes incredulously fixed on massive mounds of flesh bobbing and heaving before him, Tora parried belatedly and awkwardly.
“Slow,” she commented, and aimed a stab between his legs.
Tora jumped and this time managed to flip up her pole. He followed through with a lightning-swift attack to her feet, intending to make her lose her stance. To his surprise, she dropped her pole, became airborne, flipping away, heels over head in a smooth backward somersault, and landed with a thud which made the heavy boards under his feet reverberate. Little clouds of dust rose from the cracks.
He still stood, his mouth open in shock, when she swept up her pole, whirled toward him, and, this time, succeeded in tripping him up. He landed painfully on his backside. All around him applause broke out. Genba shouted, “Well done! A beautiful move!” and Miss Plumblossom bowed all around.
Tora was still struggling to his feet when she charged again. Cursing inwardly, he put his mind on business and parried smoothly. What followed was several minutes of challenge because Tora could hardly attack a half-naked woman and had to confine himself to adroit defensive moves and an occasional attempt to disarm her. Finally, she came at him so abruptly and quickly that he was faced with either meeting the charge and allowing her to impale herself on his bamboo pole, or throwing up the contest.
He did the latter.
She stopped neatly in front of him, puffing a little, red face breaking into a wide grin. “Hah! Had enough, I see.”
“Er, yes,” said Tora. “I didn’t expect… that is, that backward somersault was an interesting move, but I’ve never really seen that used before in stick fighting.”
She took the bamboo staff from his hand and replaced it, along with her own, in the rack. “That little jump of mine?” she asked over her shoulder. “Just something from my former career. I used to do a hundred of those all around a temple courtyard, up and down stairs, over all sorts of obstacles people would put in my way. Of course, I was a bit smaller and younger then and used to wear a shirt and pants like a boy.”
“You must’ve been something to see,” said Tora, wondering how this large woman could ever have resembled a boy. “But don’t you think it might be dangerous during a real fight? I mean, you lost your weapon when you did the somersault.”
She was putting on her gown again, tying the sash firmly around her enormous middle. “Seems to me you do whatever works at the moment,” she said practically. “Surprise always does the trick. Half the time you stood there looking like a gasping fish, so I had time to grab the staff and attack. Still, even if you had followed through, I would have rolled myself into a ball and come up at you from underneath to toss you on your face.”
“Without the staff?” Tora widened his eyes. “But that’s not stick fighting. Only wrestlers do that.”
She clapped the wig back on her head and got into her chair. “Didn’t you mention that you’re training to fight criminals? If you need practice for sporting contests, I’m not your woman.”
Tora said quickly, “Oh, you are! You are! I think you’re fantastic.”
She nodded and pointed to the dais next to her. “Come and sit, then. My advice to you is to learn a few unorthodox tricks. Your regular technique is probably better than mine anyway.”
Impressed against his will, Tora went to sit at her feet. He felt out of his depth with this strange female. The small crowd that had gathered to watch the bout dispersed again, laughing and chattering, and returned to various athletic exercises. Only Genba remained. After a moment, he came and took his seat on the other side of Miss Plumblossom.
They sat together companionably, watching the activity in the room. The sword fight had resumed, the dancers moved in carefully measured figures, and the tumbling youngsters began a new routine of jumping and flipping. Tora saw in amazement that the diminutive girls took their turns catching the two men. They looked alike to him. Both were small-waisted, full-breasted, and graceful. He could not make up his mind which would be the more delicious bed partner. It had been a long time since he had had a good bout of lovemaking. A well-rounded man had to stay in practice in more ways than one.
“Those four youngsters tumbling about must be acrobats?” he said to Miss Plumblossom.
She took her eyes from the men with the swords. “Not really. They are all working for Uemon. This is their night to practice.”
Tora’s interest perked up, and an idea began to form in his mind. “I didn’t know they used acrobats in plays.”
“They don’t. These four have worked up an act to make some extra money. The girls are twins. They call themselves Gold and Silver. Gold, the one whose hair is coming loose, has some talent. But the others …” She waved her hands dismissively. “They should stick to acting. Trouble is, young people have no discipline or patience. They want to be rich now, and with the winter fairs coming up there’s always a demand for acrobats and jugglers to entertain the crowds. The money’s good, so when they’re not onstage, they do their stunts.”
“I suppose they travel about a bit. From temple fair to temple fair?”
Miss Plumblossom nodded. “Uemon’s come back from putting on some religious show outside the capital.”
Tora shook his head, looking at the girls’ nearly naked bodies. “How come Uemon allows them to cavort about like that? I mean, they’re women.”
She snapped, “And what’s wrong with women performing in public if they’re talented? You’re just like the rest of the men! Uemon included. Him! Never mind what he thinks about women. The hoity-toity old stick says acrobatics aren’t respectable, but for all that he’s put some funny scenes into his plays so the youngsters can do a bit of their stuff. The crowds love it.” She sniffed. “Pah! Not respectable! I say let him give command performances before imperial princes!”
“And all the others here also work for Uemon?”
Miss Plumblossom nodded. “The women mostly sing and dance. But the handsome fellow with the sword is Danjuro. He’s Uemon’s top man.”
Happy that he had come to the right place, Tora looked at the two sword fighters. No wonder they did all that stupid jumping and shouting while laying about them with their wooden swords. It was all make-believe. Clearly Danjuro was meant to be the hero, while his opponent, a broad-faced, bearded fellow, was cast as the villain. It was well done, really, especially the moment where the villain used a dirty trick to disarm the handsome youth and then leapt at Danjuro with his naked sword raised high. Danjuro sidestepped at the last moment, caught the villain in midair, and tossed him aside like a bag of rice. Then, wrestling the villain’s sword from his hand, he plunged it into the man’s belly.
Tora half rose in shock, but both actors laughed, picked up their swords, and strolled off.
“That was good,” Tora said admiringly. “That Danjuro doesn’t look big, but he must be very strong to catch and throw a man his size.”
Miss Plumblossom pursed her lips. “He is. And he’s a good actor. Uemon’s people get asked to private houses to perform.”