Taro cleaned the katana with a square of white silk. He wrapped it again in the faded cloth. He knelt beside the body and closed the eyes.
Kazuo’s lips twitched. “Drowning is for merchants who have lost fortunes. Not for us.” harakiri y seppuku
The old man watched, unable to look away. He had seen nothing like this since the war. He had thought it was dead. He had thought they had all agreed, silently, to let it die. Taro cleaned the katana with a square of white silk
The head did not roll. It dropped clean, a perfect cut, and the body knelt for a moment longer, a fountain of red painting the white chrysanthemum, before it toppled forward. a perfect cut
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