Bab 74: A Cunning Plan

"Men!"

He called out, grabbing the attention his unit, and that of the main. The confidence with which he called out to them made them listen, even if they were not from his unit. And still, each of them had a degree of familiarity with this man, and knew he was not to be taken lightly.

"Grass. I want you to pick bundles of grass. Grab it as low down on the stem as you can, and put it in a pile over here."

He leant down to demonstrate what he meant, picking up a thick wad of the long grass, and placing it in a pile.

The men looked at him as though he had gone mad. They were on a battlefield. What use could a simple plant serve? Was he merely killing time whilst he thought of a plan?

But Masaatsu took a knee, and started to pick the grass as he was ordered. Kitajo followed a moment later. Very soon the whole Special Forces unit were doing as they commanded, knowing their leader to be a man of competence.