George Takei - Mirror Friend, Mirror Foe
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Hosato is killer duelist saboteur whatever you pay him to be, and he always wins. Sent to sabotage a robot-manufacturing complex, Hosato discovers that the robots have turned into rampaging killers bent on the destruction of mankind!
Mirror Friend, Mirror Foe
Robert Asprin & George Takei
Robert Asprin & George Takei
He would have to fight the boy. All the argument thus far had proved was that the youth had no logical objections, but was making them up as he went along to support his own stubborn streak. The only way to end the discussion would be to teach the kid a lesson physically.
Having reached this conclusion, Hosato began to reassess the situation, specifically viewing the room as a battlefield, as he continued the discussion.
Be reasonable, James. Ive been hired to do a job, like anyone else in this complex. That job is to teach you how to fence. It wasnt my idea, it was your fathers, so instead of arguing, lets get on with the job at hand.
But I dont want to learn to fence! the boy insisted, his gray eyes glowering from beneath a sandy tousle of hair. Why not?
The boy was tall, in his mid-teens, and broad for his age. Hed have the advantage of reach, since Hosato barely came up to his shoulders in height, but whatever edge his youth gave him in speed should be offset by his awkwardness.
Its silly, the boy grumbled. Why should I waste my time learning something Ill never use. Swords are obsolete so are guns, for that matter, but at least a gun would train me for using a blaster.
Are you carrying a gun or a blaster at the moment? Hosato inquired politely.
No, James admitted. You arent allowed to carry an energy weapon inside the complex unless youre a security guard.
But you are wearing a sword.
From what Hosato could see, the boys sword had a slender blade roughly one meter long. The overly ornate hilt indicated it was more a decoration than a functional weapon. Probably no cutting edges, which would restrict his opponent to attacking with the point.
Of course Im wearing a sword. Anyone of any station worth mentioning does.
But you cant see any reason for learning to use it?
The boys beige cotton-and-nylon jumpsuit would give him freedom of movement, though not as much as Hosatos black fencing uniform. The soft-soled boots would give him traction, but the cloak was too long. With any luck, hed trip over that cloak, or at least find it tangling his arm if he turned too suddenly.
No, I dont, the youth retorted. Nobody actually fights with swords. Theyre a fashionable status symbol. Two years ago it was spangle gloves, today its swords. Big deal.
Hosato abandoned his preparatory observations to make one last effort to convince the boy logically.
Look, James. Your father is one of the most important men in this complexa complex, I might add, that is constantly feuding with another complex on Grunbeckers planet. That makes you a prime target for kidnapping or assassination. Realizing that, cant you see the value of learning to use the one weapon the laws let you carry?
Let Security handle them. The boy shrugged. Thats what we pay them for.
The tile floor of the rec room would give them decent footing, though not ideal. The far end of the room was still in darkness, but the X aisle here between the four pool tables would be well lighted enough to work in. Having completed his survey, Hosato moved to set up the confrontation.
Security will handle them. He sneered, mimicking the boys voice. And what if they dont. What will you do then. File a complaint. Or would you be forced to do your own fighting for a change?
The main vulnerability of youth is not inexperience, its pride. The boys head came up with a snap as he reacted to the slight.
I can take care of myself if I have to.
Is that a fact? Hosato stung the boy with a patronizing smile. Tell you what, James. If I can prove to you that you cant handle yourself in a fight, will you agree to study what I have to teach you?
That wouldnt be fair, the youth protested. I didnt say I could cross swords with a fencing master and win. But there arent that many fencing masters around. I can hold my own against the kind of opponent Id be likely to have to fight, though.
Hosato smiled. It seems there are a few misconceptions here we should clear up. First of all, Im not a fencing master. Im a professional duelist. Im supposed to teach you to fight, not score points in a tournament. Second.he showed a few more teeth I didnt say Id cross swords with you. Im betting youre sloppy enough with that weapon I could defend myself without using a sword.
The boy started to reply angrily, but caught himself.
No deal, he said suspiciously. Youll probably use karate or something.
As a matter of fact, I dont know karate, Hosato lied easily.
Why not? asked the boy. I mean, youre Oriental.
Thats right. I cant use chopsticks, either. Hosato caught himself before his annoyance grew. The boy had inadvertently touched a nerve, but it wouldnt do to go into this fight mad.
Were getting off the subject. Im proposing a little contest. You use a sword, and I dont. If you can draw blood on me in five minutes, Ill go to your father and tell him you dont need lessons. Is it a deal?
The boy hesitated. What if I kill you? he asked.
Then Ill be dead and you wont have to take lessons.
I mean, what would I tell my father. With you dead, thered be no one to say it was an exercise. Id look like a murderer.
Hosato smiled to himself. The boy was bright enough. Maybe hed make a fencer after all.
Dont worry about it, James, he said confidently. Hosato pulled a small flat box from where it was clipped inside his tunic. He thumbed a dial and lifted the unit to his lips.
Suzi! he said.
From the depths of the darkened end of the rec room came the whir of small high-speed motors, and a strange shape emerged into the light.
It was obviously a robot, but a very specialized robot. It stood six feet high, floating on a cushion of air, and was shaped like a rectangular metal box stood on end. One side was a rough manikin form, and had a jointed mechanical arm dangling from it.
Meet Suzi, Hosato said. My combination equipment closet and fencing assistant.
So what? said the youth, unimpressed.
Hosato spoke into the control box again. Suzi. Display replay camera three two minutes back.
In response, the machine pivoted about to reveal a view screen mounted on the end opposite the arm. A picture sprang into focus, of Hosato and James in conversation.
draw blood on me in five minutes, Ill go to your father
Stop, Suzi! Hosato turned to the boy. Theres your witness.
The youth was craning his neck to peer around the room.
Have you got cameras in here? he asked.
Yes. I tape all my lessons, Hosato replied. Theyre spaced around the room to make sure the action is captured from all angles.
He pointed to a small black box no bigger than a matchbox, perched on the pool table by the boys el-bow.
How many cameras are there, Hayama? a new voice inquired, using Hosatos alias. It came to them from the other end of the room as a new figure stepped into view.
Sasha. Hosato frowned to himself as he recognized the svelte figure of the security chief. He was going to have trouble with this lady. She was too efficient and moved a bit too quietly for his comfort.
Half a dozen, he answered, forcing a smile. I didnt see you come in.
You werent supposed to, she replied without smiling. Go ahead, Master James. Ill be your witness that you attacked your teacher at his own request. She draped herself casually over a folding chair next to the robot.
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