The Samurai Strategy

"Kami wo araitai no desu ga. Ii desu ka?” Tam peered through the doorway and nodded hello to the girl in the blue Imperial Hotel uniform. The hair salon was almost empty. Perfect. "Hai, so." The girl, startled at the gaijin’s accentless Japanese, bowed to the waist. "Dozo." "Manikyua mo onegai shimasu.