Читать книгу The Shield of Kuromori - Jason Rohan - Страница 11

Kenny hurled himself to the ground as the world exploded around him. Blistering chunks of high-velocity lead chewed up the asphalt, grass, bushes, trees – everything.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The Minigun roared, disgorging over twenty rounds per second through a fiery halo which hovered in front of the spinning barrels. Spent cartridges cascaded to the floor, clinking like a slot machine paying out a jackpot win. Chips of tarmac pelted Kenny’s body and wooden splinters stabbed into his hands, which were shielding his head. Move! his brain screamed, but his legs weren’t listening.

‘Me see you!’ the oni bellowed above the roar of gunfire, and adjusted its aim.

Kenny centred his ki, imagining a thick heavy wall and threw an arm up.

‘Huh?!’ he heard the oni cry, and he opened his eyes. A low bank of soil had risen up from the ground, shielding Kenny from the oni’s weapon. The beat of thudding bullets stopped. ‘Not fair!’ the oni bellowed and Kenny heard the thumping of its boots approaching.

This time, his legs scrambled into action, propelling him headlong into the nearest stand of trees. Foliage detonated once again on all sides as the oni resumed firing.

‘Where you hide, boy, if no trees left?’ the oni said.

Kenny crouched behind a thick, sturdy Japanese cedar, a metre wide at the base. He was pinned down, with valuable seconds ticking away.

‘Hey, stupid!’ he yelled. ‘Reckon you can chop down this tree?’ Kenny poked his head round for the oni to see.

‘Oni not stupid!’ the oni said.

Kenny dropped to his knees and ducked his head as a flurry of bullets ripped into the tree. The smell of burning wood stung his nostrils and splinters rained down.

‘Hah!’ the oni said. ‘Me tell you. No tree, no hide. You die now.’

K-RAKKK!

Kenny peered upwards, saw the huge tree start to lean over – and smiled.

‘Hey, what so funn–?’ The oni’s yellow eyes widened as the massive trunk crashed down, driving him into the ground like a hammer pounding a nail.

Kenny was trying to think of something smart to say when movement caught his eye. The three delivery vans were pulling out from the observatory, followed by the twelve-metre container lorry. The oni were leaving, but where was Kiyomi?

Edging forward for a better view, Kenny saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the observatory dome. With an icy ball of dread in the pit of his stomach, he began to run.

Kiyomi shrank from the sea of fire below; with the floor now a blazing inferno, there was no way down. The heat was as intense as a sauna and growing hotter by the second.

The flames jumped higher, licking at the timber beams of the roof, while a burst of confetti sparks danced in the air. Kiyomi buried her face in the crook of her arm and blinked furiously. It was only a matter of time before the wooden dome caught alight and, even if she could survive the fire, the roof would cave in and crush her.

Kiyomi sprang to her feet. Ignoring the steam rising off her leathers and wiping sweat from her eyes, she scanned the inside of the dome, searching for a telltale sign of movement within the pall of smoke. There! A faint stirring about a third of the way up. Kiyomi ran round the gantry until she was in line with the disturbance.

She reached into her boots and drew a short dagger from each one. Gripping them tightly, she stepped up on to the searing handrail, balancing on the narrow beam like a gymnast, with her back to the raging flames. She took a deep breath, focused her will and crouched down, before launching upwards, kicking off with her toes, arms stretched high over her head.

She soared aloft, into the smoke, keeping in line with one of the heavy, rib-like support beams that curved overhead. As soon as the joist was within reach, Kiyomi stabbed the blade tips into it, one on each side, skewering the wood. The tungsten-carbide points bit deeply and held. She dangled for a second, feeling the ligaments in her arms and shoulders stretch, while the beams above creaked and popped, expanding in the rising temperature.

Kiyomi blinked her stinging eyes and searched again for the tiny crack in the planks through which she had seen eddying smoke escape. There it was – where two panels overlapped: a split, barely a millimetre wide. She let go of the blade in her right hand, so her whole weight was supported by her left.

Ignoring the rising ache in her lungs, she drew back her free hand and smashed the heel of her palm into the crack. The impact jarred through her arm. Sweat ran down her left wrist and she felt her grip loosening on the dagger. Kiyomi slammed her palm against the wood again.

Spots danced behind her eyes, but she refused to give in. If only she had a hand free to perform the correct kata and trace the power symbol in the air, to channel her ki . . . But then Kiyomi found herself wondering: What would Kenny do? The goddess Inari had chosen him as her champion because of his ability to think differently. If Kenny couldn’t find an answer, he changed the question.

And then it came to her – though it was a long shot and the timing would have to be perfect. Ribbons of flame danced along the support timbers, like heralds announcing that the dome was now ablaze. She was out of time.

Kiyomi let go of the dagger in her left fist and whipped the same hand across, down, up again at a diagonal and then down again, writing a kanji character in the air as she fell.

‘Chikara!’ she yelled, exhaling in a single gasp. At the same time, her right fist streaked through the smoke and connected with the split in the wood. KAH-RUUNCH! Her strike tore through the plank as easily as if it was paper, punching out the external metal tile. The fire quickened, as if sensing the loss of its quarry, and flames reached towards her. Kiyomi thrust her other arm into the hole, pulled up and wriggled her shoulders through.

‘Kiyomi!’ Kenny stared, struck with numb horror at the flames spewing out of both entrances of the observatory. Even from where he stood, the heat was blistering, and the awful truth was that anyone inside would be incinerated. Kenny wiped a grimy knuckle across his stinging eyes and prepared to direct the anger and grief welling inside. He had created water once before. Now it was time for –

BZZZT!

Kenny blinked in bewilderment. He checked his smartwatch and read: GET OUT OF THE WAY.

‘Huh?’ He stumbled backwards. The next thing he knew there was a scraping, sliding sound from above, a blur of movement and a black-leather-clad figure dropped to the ground directly in front of him, landing on all fours, with steam rising off its shoulders.

Kenny was speechless. Kiyomi wasn’t.

‘Where have you been?’ she demanded. ‘I’m trapped in there with a whole army of oni turning me into barbecue and you’re out here – sightseeing.’

‘What? You told me to go rescue people, and that’s what I was doing, until this oni turned up with a Minigun and shot down half the trees.’

Kiyomi took in Kenny’s appearance – clothes smeared with dust and soot, splinters in his hair, knees grazed, small cuts across his face – and softened. ‘OK. He’s clever, I’ll give him that.’

‘Who?’

‘The oni in charge.’

‘I thought you said before that all oni are stupid.’ Kenny glanced back at the fallen tree.

‘This one’s different. He created a diversion, blew up two buildings and then set us a trap.’

A loud splintering sound came from the dome and a section of roof fell inwards, sending a shower of sparks into the twilight sky.

‘We should go,’ Kiyomi said. ‘Fire and ambulance are here already; it won’t be long before the police start asking questions.’ She set off towards a large shrub.

‘Let’s start with why,’ Kenny said. ‘Why go to all this trouble? Why burn down half the observatory?’

Kiyomi reached into the bush and grabbed a pair of handlebars. ‘Best way to cover your tracks,’ she said. ‘Set a fire and destroy all evidence.’

Kenny frowned. ‘Evidence? Of what?’

‘Ken-chan, they just stole a seventeen-tonne telescope.’

Kiyomi wheeled her motorbike out of its hiding place and waited for this to sink in.

‘They stole a honking great telescope?’ Kenny repeated.

‘Uh-huh.’ She pulled on her crash helmet.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know. Let’s ask them.’ Kiyomi sat astride the bike and powered up the engine.

‘How are we going to do that? They’re long gone.’

Kiyomi switched on the dashboard display screen. ‘Yeah, but they’re stuck in rush-hour traffic, heading south on Route 123.’

Kenny smiled. ‘You planted a bug? Then why are you wasting time talking to me?’ He jumped on the bike behind Kiyomi. ‘Let’s get after them!’

Kiyomi flipped her visor down. ‘Hang on tight. This might get rough.’

She spun the bike round, its rear tyre spraying up a geyser of dirt, and cut through the trees behind the burnt-out building, before streaking out of the front gate.