Satoru’s hands, steady until now, began to shake.
Chiyo waved a hand. “Words are cages, Master Kenji. You have been Lord Tadamasa’s headsman for thirty years. How many men have you beheaded in seppuku ?” sepuku vs harakiri
Satoru nodded. His hands were steady. He had spent the last three hours writing his death poem. Now he wore pure white robes, his hair tied back with a white cord. No armor. No pride left. Satoru’s hands, steady until now, began to shake
“The same act,” she said. “Not the same meaning.” steady until now
She gestured to the wakizashi on Kenji’s lap.