Chapter 7Nearby the sword shop, Hiroshi slowed to watch a long line of mainly older people carrying signs about the Fukushima meltdown. The chants of the elderly protestors echoed off the corridor of Shinjuku’s tall buildings. All were against nuclear power, but some aimed their outrage at the government, while other signs denounced the power companies. Not much separation between the two, Hiroshi thought, as the crowd moved along steadily shepherded by desultory police officers.
The sword shop’s heavy door hushed the bullhorn slogans. Inside, Hiroshi let his eyes run over the swords arrayed by style and length in neat wall racks and chest-high glass cases, their shelves softened by silk-covered cushions. Even in the low light of the shop, the swords caught glints of sunlight that made th
