The Twelve Kingdoms: Shadow of the Moon

her.
    "So happy to meet you. I told 'em I was sick and skipped out on work. Tell me, boy . . . no, girl, ain't you? What's your name?"
    "Youko Nakajima."
    Ah, the old man's eyes replied. "I'm Seizou Matsuyama. Now, miss, my Japanese is not too strange for you, is it?"
    Youko wanted to nod, but shook her head. He did have an accent but she could understand him well enough.
    "Well, then." The old man really looked happy enough to cry. Indeed, he seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. He asked, "Where was you born?"
    "Where was I born? In Tokyo."
    Seizou gripped his teacup. "Tokyo? I can't hardly believe that Tokyo is still standing."
    "Say what?"
    He paid no mind to Youko's response, wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his tunic. "I was born in Kouchi, in Shikoku. I was living in Kure when I came here."
    "Kure?"
    "Kure, in Hiroshima. You know Kure?"
    Youko nodded, trying to recall her old geography lessons. "I think I remember hearing about it before."
    The old man laughed bitterly. "A naval base was there and arsenal. I worked in the harbor."
    "So you moved from Kouchi to Hiroshima?"
    "My mom was staying at her parent's place in Kure at the time. The house got burnt up in an air raid, third of July it was. So she sent me to live with my uncle. He said he wouldn't feed me just for sittin' around all day, so I got a job. That's when we was attacked and the boat I was comin' into harbor on got near sunk, I fell overboard in all the confusion."
    Youko realized that he was talking about the Second World War.
    "And when I came to I was in the Kyokai. I was drifting on the sea when I got rescued."
    The way the old man pronounced "Kyokai" was slightly different from what Youko was used to hearing, closer to "Kokai."
    "So . . . that's how it happened."
    "There'd been real bad air raids before then, too, even after the arsenal was reduced to rubble. There was ships at the naval base, but they couldn't help. The Setonaikai and the Suou Sea being all full of mines, the ships couldn't get through.
    "Oh," said Youko.
    "Tokyo was bombed in March, the whole place turned to ashes. Same thing happened to Osaka in June, a big air raid burned down the city. Luzon and Okinawa surrendered. Honestly, I didn't think we was going to win. We lost, didn't we?"
    "Um . . . yes."
    The old man sighed deeply. "Figures. For a long time I had the feeling that's the way things was headed."
    Youko didn't really understand this feeling. Her parents were born after the war. None of her older relatives ever talked about those times. It was like ancient history to her, the kind of things you learned about in textbooks or from movies or television.
    Nevertheless, what he was talking about was not as distant to her as this world. Although she could not well picture in her mind what he was talking about, it was gratifying to hear such deeply familiar places and historical events spoken of again.
    "So Tokyo's still around. Well, I suppose that Japan belongs to the United States, now."
    "Not hardly!" Youko exclaimed.
    The old man's eyes widened in turn. "Is that so . . . is that so. But, miss, what's with those eyes of yours?"
    After a moment of bewilderment, she realized that he was referring to her eyes. Her eyes had turned an emerald green since coming here. She hesitated then said, "This has got nothing to do with that."
    The old man bowed and shook his head. "No, no. Forget I said anything. It's just that I was so sure about Japan being made into a colony of America. It ain't being so, pay no mind, pay no mind."
    Here under distant, foreign skies, this old man continued to fret about his motherland, whose fate he could not ascertain for himself. What would become of their country neither he nor Youko could know. It was only with the passage of time that these sentiments had become so much deeper. It must have been hard enough being thrown into the maelstrom of this world. But on top of it all this old man had for half a century continued to nurse these affections for his homeland.
    He said, "And is His Majesty doing well?"
    "You mean the Showa Emperor? If you mean the Showa Emperor, well, he survived the war okay, but he's . . . . "
    Dead, she was going to say. She corrected herself and phrased it more politely. "He unfortunately has passed away."
    The old man's head jerked up, and then he bowed deeply, pressed his sleeves to his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, Youko patted his rounded shoulders. As he did not seem offended, she continued to