Enlightened Madness, Part Four By Rich Wulf Eighteen Years Ago. . . Togashi Yoshune ran as swiftly as he could, never looking back. His bare feet moved easily over the rugged terrain of the Great Climb. His long black hair flowed behind him on the fierce mountain wind. The little boy grinned eagerly as he dodged to one side, tucking behind a large outcropping of stone. He peered back the way he had come and waited. "I know you are here, Yoshune," he said. "I know you are hiding from me." Yoshune said nothing, only crouched deeper in his hiding place. "Yes," Hoshi said. "I was." Yoshune frowned.