Kaisoki no Madougu
(Memoirs of Madougu)
This is based on the premise that all madougu work because they contain and control a spirit. For ones like the Fuujin and the Raijin, you actually get to see them. But most of them remain unseen. So, I tried to think up a bit of monologue for a few of them... what would it be like to be a spirit? A trapped spirit? An enslaved spirit? The madougu, perhaps, are some of the 'forgotten' characters of the series because they very rarely get a chance to express themselves. ^_^
Either way, I felt like writing something different, and here it is.
I am Ensui.
I was a wandering water spirit. I guided the rivers along
their course; lakes, oceans, and mountain springs were subject to my watchful
eye. There were others like me, and we shared our power. There was water
enough—clear and clouded, clean and polluted, flowing and stagnant, fresh and
Like water, I flowed—I flowed from one body to the next,
inspecting, investigating, examining. I performed my celestial duty, performing
it well. I danced the sacred dance of the water spirits, each movement
registering with Heaven like a drop falling in a fountain, distinct in itself,
yet mingled with countless other drops from countless other water spirits.
How long have I been a kami? My beginnings are shrouded in
darkness and mystery, like the underground springs from which mighty rivers
flow. The underground rivers exist in the darkness, yet who knows of them? When
humans recognized my being, they called me kami; yet should I owe my existence
to their label for me? I would continue to exist in darkness and secret even
after they are gone; but for now, I am a secluded river running in the sunlight.
I am mighty. I am powerful. I am Ensui.
I am Raijin.
A spirit of lightning and thunder; my true shape is as
dazzling as the element I control. And so I hide myself behind a hideous form,
though in reality, I am beautiful… but deadly to look upon.
Spirits, too, have free will. We are higher beings, and
have consequently been granted higher power. Yet the consequences for us are
harsh, if we turn our backs upon Heaven. It was for my misdeeds that I was
banished from the heavens, and my secret name was given out to a human. And
suddenly, this weakling had power over ME. I, a kami, was subjugated to his will
and bound to an object. I was encased in a small colored ball, with my common
name, Raijin, marked upon it. But it was the power over my secret name that kept
Of course I was bitter, for now, I must be dominated by a
human master. Master! I scoff at the word. If it were not for my bonds, I would
strike down anyone who attempted to take advantage of my confinement. Yet—the
will of Heaven is stronger than I, and so I submit, albeit bitterly—and
I am a slave. I am Raijin.
I am Fuujin.
A spirit responsible for overseeing gentle zephyrs and
raging tempests alike, the wind is my element. I am capable of stirring up
refreshing breezes to soothe hot, tired humans, yet am equally capable of
destroying their houses in one fell swoop. Yet I try and contain my strength,
exerting it only at the will of Heaven, and I believe I am viewed as an overall
I, too, was subjugated, yet of my own free will. I entered
into a pact with a young human, a blacksmith… yet he was a smithy who was
capable of manufacturing objects which could harness even the most whimsical of
His kind had audacity, certainly, yet I admired him for his
skill and his honest belief in using our kind to benefit humanity. He was a
worthy individual, and so I gave him power over me.
Perhaps I was a fool to allow myself to be sealed away
within a small ball. What is created for good might someday be used for evil,
yet that was a chance I was willing to take. I felt sympathy for this individual
and the plight of his people. And so I loaned him my strength.
I hope for the best. I hope for the future. I am Fuujin.
I am Hyoma En.
I am spirit of ice. Ice is beautiful, yet deadly. I etch
intricate frosty patterns on the very leaves I kill. My touch varies between
gentle and knifelike, yet is inevitably harsh. I am associated with the chill of
winter, the deprivation which occurs during a sparse time of year, and
uncomfortably cold environments.
So how can I not be fascinated by death? Why should I not
thirst to assimilate hot, freshly-spilt blood into my own frigid depths? Should
I be a kind and gentle kami?
Before, I conducted myself accordingly, restraining myself
as is due to the will of Heaven. Although I yearned to surround myself with
death and violence, I was not a foolish spirit. Yet when I was offered a chance
to fulfill my own desires, at the small price of my freedom, I accepted eagerly.
I believe it was a good trade. After all, I am of the
spirit world. Time has no meaning for me. Surely I'll outlast the pitiful ball
in which I am encased, and I'll certainly be gorging myself on the blood of
the dying long after my captor himself is dust.
For I am a kami. I am Hyoma En.
I am Fukyo Waon.
Like the others, I, too, was once free but now am trapped.
For whatever reason I choose to lend my powers, that's my business. Was it
intentional? Was it accidental? Was it a punishment? The reasons for a kami's
dealings are no business of humanity, and we perform actions which mortals may
Let them question. I will not answer.
Rather, I will lend my destructive power over sound to the
one who raises me to their lips. If they kiss me—I shall sing, and be it
harmonious or discordant, it will inevitably invoke destruction upon their
Yet centuries have passed. I am shrouded in darkness,
buried beneath rubble. I have not been kissed for hundreds of years, and I long
to see the light of day once more. I sit here patiently, enduring my bonds,
waiting to be found once more. It is not the solitude, or the darkness, or the
absence of touch which bothers me.
It is the silence.
The silence is deafening.
Centuries of deafening silence, sitting still, patiently
waiting, yet yearning to be found.
And yet I wait.
For I am patient. I bide my time. I shall sing once more. I am Fukyo Waon.
I am Kougan Anki.
For hundreds of years, I have traveled. Wrapped in oiled
cloths, hung upon a wall, even once or twice ingloriously used to execute a
high-ranking noble. The taste of blood was something of a shock, after such a
lengthy time of disuse. The memories it brought back!
Is death good? Is death bad? It can be argued either way. I
don't care, as I'm immortal. It's a non-issue for me. But death is
inevitable, and should I be blamed for hurrying it along for some mortal? After
all, it is not the end; it is merely the bridge to something else.
After such lengthy disuse, I find it good to find myself in
the hands of a capable person, pulled back once more to my true use. Someone was
finally clever enough to get past my first form once more. It brings back
memories of the last person I could truly call "Master", for a mere owner is
not necessarily a master of anything.
He is young. All mortals are young to me; there is no way
of expressing the amount of time I have existed. I myself am timeless. But I
find this boy intriguing, and I look forward to personally following his growth.
For I myself am never old, never young. I merely exist. I
am Kougan Anki.
I am Shiki Gami.
Once upon a time, I was a free-roaming spirit. That was
yesterday. In a moment, I was bound to a small sphere.
For a few hours, I watched from that sphere. A score of men
laid claim to that sphere, and I watched them wither and die in succession.
For a few brief seconds, I was enclosed within the chest of
a young girl, before being withdrawn once more into the light of day.
And today, I am free once more.