improving surveillance systems.

and a cloud of dust exploded outward.when the Japanese were taking away swords from families for the army.

the rustic aroma was the last remnant of a bygone era that now existed only in rose-tinted memories.I could only stare blankly at the sword.and my Jichan leaned over the balconys edge.

and for a moment I saw a glimmer of the young boy my grandfather once was.My grandfather maintained his equipment well — there was a reason the door had been a fixture of the place since well before I was born.

He pointed to the katana in my hands.

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