Chapter 18The spaceport at Kyoto was among the largest in the galaxy. When the six-person yacht belonging to the Admiral Nobu Nagano landed, it attracted its share of attention, but its passenger roster received no attention whatsoever.
The quartet who disembarked received little scrutiny at customs but garnered odd looks from everyone else.
The woman strode through customs dressed in elaborate kimonos whose formal, tiara-topped coif might have graced a fashion publication. She held her katana in both hands, her right on the intricately wound and bejeweled hilt, her left on the matching scabbard. In between gleamed a good foot of steel, the blade etched with the figure of a squirming dragon. Her face was stark, her eyes distant as in meditation, as though she were preparing to kill.
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