This early morning was unusual. I was still wrapped in a blanket while the aroma of cherry blossom no longer greeted me, no longer exciting as when I first wrestled with this couch. The insects that are supposed to sing didn't squeak, the birdsong didn’t hear. The swish of twigs planted in the distance through my ears. I sharpened my hearing. Only a pair of footsteps, light, trying to be careful. The ones who came were not most humans. Nor were the types of pirates who assaulted. Nor was the chairman, Jinbo. From the sound of the footsteps, he was a fairly high-level martial arts man. I jumped from the bed, changing clothes. I replaced my hakama pants and kimono haori with a black suit. I wore head coverings. Swords and secret weapons were ready at my hand. I looked down in

