It started out as a mission to find a suit of armor.
Every now and then, when I'd go back to Hawaii to visit the family, my cousin Carl would tell us about how long, long ago the Oi's had been 2-sword samurai and there was still a suit of armor that had belonged to our family, in northern Japan. It was almost like hearing there was a relic floating around somewhere that proved we were distant cousins of Abraham Lincoln. Like, me, average worker bee me - somehow connected to a world where life had been all about fierce battles and strict codes of honor and a caste system...all very alien things.
So when I went back to visit my parents in February, I started asking questions: Where was this thing? Who do we know there still? And the replies sort of lit a fire under my behind, because basically there weren't any real answers. Everyone had vague memories of who and what, but they were forgetting. People were passing on. It really hit me - I should actually start digging, and soon. Then I heard from Saehee that airfare on Singapore Airlines was obscenely low. This was my chance! Fate was telling me, "Now or maybe it'll be too late!" My friends encouraged me to go for it. I recruited my brother and booked tickets. The treasure hunt was on.
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