The Way of the Warrior - Chris Bradford [63]
‘The second principle is balance. Balance is the foundation stone to kyujutsu. Picture yourself as a tree. Your lower half is the trunk and roots, stable and solid. Your upper body forms the branches, flexible yet retaining their form and function. This balance is what will make you a great kyudoka!’
Sensei Yosa held her bowstring with her right hand, then positioned her left carefully on the bow’s grip. She raised the bow, which was taller than she was, above her head and prepared to draw.
‘There is a constant struggle between the mind and body to control the flow of the draw. To strike a target with any degree of precision, absolute focus is required. This is the third principle. The slightest imbalance, a wrong breath, any loss of concentration will result in a miss.’
Sensei Yosa brought the bow down, drawing the string past her cheekbone and the arrow in line with her eye, so that her ruby-red scar was framed between them.
‘When your spirit and balance are correct, the arrow will strike its target. To give yourself completely to the Way of the Bow is your spiritual goal.’
Sensei Yosa completed the draw in a single fluid movement, the arrow soared through the air and once again struck the centre of the target.
‘Who would like to have a go first?’ asked Sensei Yosa.
Akiko’s hand shot straight up. Emi, seeing an opportunity to outshine Akiko again, raised her hand too.
‘Well, let us begin with you two. Please use these two bows. They should be of a suitable size and draw strength,’ said Sensei Yosa, indicating the lower part of a rack behind her.
‘Good luck,’ said Kiku genially to Emi as the girl rose to take up her position.
‘Luck is for the inept,’ she said, dismissing Kiku as if she were some minion, and strode up to the mark.
‘Ladies, I would like you to draw the bow as I demonstrated, but do not release until I say so.’
They both raised their weapons and drew back, framing themselves within the curve of their bows. Standing beside Akiko, Emi was noticeably taller, her slender figure accentuated by unusually long, arrow-straight hair. Her face had a sharp beauty, highlighted by a pinprick of a mouth. In all, Jack thought, she mirrored her family kamon, the crane – tall, slim and elegant.
‘Good. You both show acceptable form. You may shoot in your own time; aim at the nearest target,’ she said, pointing to one only ten or so paces away.
Emi released, but the bowstring caught on her arm and her arrow fluttered weakly through the air before landing short of the target.
Akiko’s shot was more impressive, flying straight but wide of the target.
‘That was a fair first attempt,’ said Sensei Yosa. ‘You have both done this before?’
‘Hai, Sensei,’ admitted Emi with a sour look on her face.
‘Not me, Sensei,’ said Akiko, much to Emi’s displeasure.
‘I am most impressed, Akiko-chan,’ said Sensei Yosa. ‘You demonstrate natural aptitude for the bow.’
‘I want to try again with my second arrow,’ demanded Emi petulantly.
Sensei Yosa, slightly taken aback at the girl’s haughty tone, appraised both the girls before replying. ‘I’m not against a bit of a competition. It encourages talent. Please, both of you step up to the mark. Let’s see if you can hit the target this time.’
Emi lined up again, drew her bow and shot cleanly. The arrow struck the outer black ring of the target. She looked down her nose at Akiko, assured of her victory.
‘Very good, Emi-chan. Let’s see if Akiko-chan can improve on that,’ said Sensei Yosa, setting the challenge.
Akiko stepped up to the mark.
Jack held his breath as she positioned herself and took hold of the bowstring. He could see her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the bow grip and tried to calm her breathing. Her face then became fixed with a steely determination. She steadied herself, raised the bow above her head and, lowering it slowly, drew back on the string. Jack could see Emi willing Akiko to miss. And with the bullseye appearing so small, how was Akiko ever going