“Up, Up and away! Yay” , the sight of the paper planes taking flight made the children dance in merry. The neatly folded paper edges sputtered like the flailing red sun flag hoisted somewhere among the Tatami houses. Then came a series of bigger paper planes cutting through the winds of sakura and hitting the kids’ smaller planes . “Missiles fired” yelled the teenagers as they struck down their moments of happiness with their bigger paper planes. Little Aiko was hopping like a little bunny to catch the falling spring blossoms. Only she noticed the ominous glistening of the aluminum war heads approaching their calm valley.