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Chapter 132 – Japan Without Typhoons

“Knowing it already, it still manages to be surprising, doesn’t it?”

One day in early November, in a detached Japanese-style room next to a large Western-style mansion, an elderly man in kimono and two middle-aged men exchanged words with indescribable expressions.

The elderly man was Ootori Souichirou, and the middle-aged man was Ootori Kiichirou.
Both were the eldest sons of the Ootori count family; the elder had retired, and the middle-aged man was the current head of the house.

But with Souichirou, the shadows of old age were deepening day by day.

Born in 1852, the year before Perry’s arrival, he was now seventy-seven.
In the early Showa period, that was well and truly an old age. 

Moreover, since catching a bad cold four summers ago, his physical decline had become pronounced.

That