'Shall I let you into a secret? I'm not really blind…'
Jack knew it. The bō master had been faking all the time. That would
explain why he could guide his students into the mountains, trick Kazuki
and wield the bō so skilfully. He simply fooled people into believing he was
blind.
'I just can't see,' finished Sensei Kano in his deep sonorous voice.
'I don't understand,' said Jack and Yamato in unison, the icy winter air
making their breath puff out in large clouds of mist.
They had returned to the gardens of the Eikan-Do Temple. The
glorious reds and oranges of autumn were all gone now, replaced with bare
skeletons of trees frosted in winter snow. The three of them sat on a stone
bench next to a slender wooden footbridge. The wide stream passing
beneath it was iced over, though further up the slope a small waterfall still
trickled and ran beneath the surface to the frozen pond in the middle of the
gardens.
'People think that seeing is the perception of the world through the
eyes. But is it?' questioned Sensei Kano, waving the tip of his staff at the
scene before them.
He picked up some pebbles from the path and passed one to each of
his two trainees.
'When you see a stone, you are also feeling it with your mind's hand.
Seeing is as much touching as it is sight, but because the sense of vision is
so overwhelming, you are unaware of the importance of touch.'
'But without being able to see, how did you ever learn to fight in the
first place?' Yamato asked.
'Disability doesn't mean inability,' the sensei replied, throwing his
own pebble into the air and striking it with his staff. The pebble landed on
the pond and skittered across the ice. 'It just means adaptability. I've had to
use my other senses. I've learnt to feel my way through life. I've become
adept at sniffing out danger and tasting fear in the air. And I've taught
myself to listen to the world around me.'
Sensei Kano stood up and walked towards the stream.
'Close your eyes and I will show you what I mean.' He continued to
talk to them while moving around, emphasizing each step with the thud of
his bō striking the ground. 'In these sessions, I'm going to train you in
sensitivity techniques. You're going to learn to use everything but your
sight. Can you both point to where I am standing?'
Jack and Yamato raised their hands to indicate his position.
'Open your eyes. Were you correct in your assumption?'
'Hai, Sensei,' they replied in unison, pointing to their teacher on the
bridge.
'I would hope so. If you can hear me, then you know where I am.
Close your eyes again. Aside from the sounds that your opponent may
make, don't forget the background noise that will also indicate where they
are. The human body creates a sound shadow, just like a light shadow cast
by the sun. If you listen out for the hole in the background noise, you can
determine the position of your attacker even if they remain silent. So listen
to the sounds around you, then tell me where I've moved to.'
Jack tried to follow the bō master's movements with his ears, but, with
Sensei Kano now maintaining silence, it was impossible to judge his
progress. Instead Jack had to focus on the noises he could hear.
Yamato's breathing.
The trickle of the waterfall.
The distant bustle of the city.
A lone bird calling among the treetops.
Then… he swore he heard the waterfall fade ever so slightly.
'You're in front of the waterfall,' deduced Jack.
'Excellent. Very perceptive, Jack-kun,' praised Sensei Kano as Yamato
and Jack reopened their eyes. 'We will begin with that exercise every day
until you can recognize a sound shadow in most environments. Now let's
progress on to the touch techniques of chi sao.'
'Chi sao?' queried Yamato. 'What does that mean? It's not Japanese.'
'No, it's Chinese. Chi sao means "sticky hands",' explained Sensei
Kano. 'It's a technique I learnt from a blind Chinese warrior in Beijing.'
Jack nudged Yamato and whispered, 'The blind leading the blind, eh?'
They both laughed. Yamato, apparently over his disappointment at not
being selected for the Circle of Three, had apologized for his behaviour the
day before and their friendship was back on solid ground.
'You could say that, Jack-kun,' Sensei Kano continued, giving them
both a sharp rap on the head with his staff for their impudence, 'but chi sao
is your gateway to understanding the internal aspects of martial arts –
sensitivity, reflex, timing, coordination and positioning. It will teach you to
undo your body's natural instinct to resist force with force and you will
learn to yield to an attack and redirect it. Most importantly, you will learn to
see with your hands. Come here, Jack-kun, and stand opposite me in
fighting stance.'
When Jack was in position, Sensei Kano knelt on one knee so they
were more or less of equal height. He then rested each of his hands on the
outside of Jack's guard, so that he mirrored his stance.
'I want you to attack me. Any kick or punch will do. You're at zero
range so you should be able to land something on an old blind man.'
Jack wasn't so sure, but he gave it a go anyway. He went for a basic
jab to the face, direct and quick.
Instantly he found himself off-balance, his lead hand trapped and
Sensei Kano's own fist in his face, the knuckles pressing against the tip of
his nose.
'Try again.'
This time Jack kicked, a roundhouse to the ribs, but before he had even
moved Sensei Kano had pushed against his shoulder. Jack had to step
backwards to regain his balance. At the same time, Sensei Kano had thrust a
spearhand strike directly at a pressure point in his throat, stopping just
short.
Jack swallowed in astonishment.
He had lost before he had even started. It was as though Sensei Kano
could read his mind.
'How do you do that?' asked Jack, amazed.
'I'm hearing you with my hands. I use my fingers to feel where your
power is and as soon as you start to move, I counter by redirecting your
energies then striking in retaliation,' he explained. 'You will learn this
technique too. With time, you'll be able to intercept an attack before your
opponent has completed a single move.'
Sensei Kano stood up and indicated for Yamato to take his place.
'To begin with, I want you to simply maintain contact with one
another. Push and roll your forearms in a circle,' tutored Sensei Kano,
guiding them in their initial circular movements. 'Stay relaxed. You're
trying to feel the movements of your opponent and find gaps in their
defence. The main principle in chi sao is to greet what arrives, escort what
leaves and rush in upon any loss of contact.'
Jack and Yamato were clumsy at first and had to restart several times
before they managed to achieve any kind of fluidity.
'No, don't lean into it, Jack-kun,' Sensei Kano instructed, his hands
resting upon their shoulders so that he could judge their progress. 'The key
to chi sao is to keep your centre and stay relaxed. Think of yourselves as
bamboo shoots in the wind. Be rooted yet remain flexible. Then you will
grow to be strong.'
The winter sun was low in the sky by the time Sensei Kano called an end to
their training. Jack and Yamato had continued with the same drill all
afternoon until Jack thought his arms were about to drop off, but gradually
the two of them had found their rhythm and the circular motions had
become faster and more fluid.
'Excellent work, boys,' commended the bō master as they wended
their way through the snow-laden gardens and icy waterways in the
direction of the Niten Ichi Ryū. 'In a few more sessions, I'll teach you how
to trap one another's arms and spot the gaps you can attack into. It won't be
long before you're doing chi sao blindfolded.'
'We'll never be able to do that,' snorted Yamato. 'It's hard enough now
and we can see what we're doing.'
Without breaking his stride, Sensei Kano turned and walked straight
across the frozen pond.
'Watch out!' cried Jack.
There was a splintering crack at the edges as the surface took Sensei
Kano's weight, but incredibly the ice held.
'You would be amazed what things you can accomplish,' shouted
Sensei Kano over his shoulder to his two astonished students, 'if only you
have the courage to believe in yourself and trust your senses.'