Chapter Thirty
Takashi
Tak flew, bounced, flew, bounced, flew, and bounced off the far wall. Kenko’s laughter echoed through the open space, the other rikishi joining in, but it was not a mocking laugh. Sumo at one-sixth gravity was an often ridiculous sight, but until the quarantine lifted and they moved on to their new home, they would all have to accept looking ridiculous.
“What were you thinking?” Kenko asked when Tak had made his way back across the expanse of hangar. The school was still in the ship’s hold, all the buildings and gardens put back just as they were before they had been trampled by hundreds of refugees, but the open space of the mechanic’s hangar was more convenient for training. It was an airlocked elevator ride down from the main hangar. The immensity of this lunar
