Her husband's body was barely cold when she decided to avenge his death. On that day, she put on her best black satin kosode kimono richly embroidered with miniature floral patterns. Carrying the husband's swords stuck in her wide obi belt, she fearlessly came to the enemy's house. Th e cold steel was longing for a revenge. The big and heavy katana filled her movements with power and did its work. She was kneeling by the ashes of the ended war flying before her eyes, while the sakura tree was dropping the petals behind, like tears.