Toranaga's Sumptuous Snack
"Haiiiii...UP!", screamed Toranaga- sama, Shogun and High Lord of the Canton as he assumed the classic stance of the traditional Fukamara position..His mind totally calm and focused, he concentrated intently on the grim task at hand.
Ready at last for the killing stroke, he swung his deadly steel blade downward, and with a chilling cry neatly split the plump seedless watermelon from stem-to-stern with his three-foot-long katana.
"Haiiiii - YA!!" he shrieked in triumph, executing the complex double-backstroked Wasami maneuver. Tempered steel again flashing, first right then left, the melon fell neatly into perfect serving-sized pieces.
Having accomplished the gruesome chore, although widely scattering ripe melon gore over the entire length of the long shokudo, Toranaga proceeded to finish off the fleshy red fruit with his short razor-sharp wakizashi, mercilessly slicing its crisp rind off in great chunks.
The freshly pared rind, itself destined to return later to Toranaga's table in the form of crisp tart watermelon pickle, was quickly and efficiently collected by trusty stewards as the master of Nihon Castle settled down to a long awaited and tasty mid-afternoon repast.
"Ahhhhh", he sighed contentedly as the first vestiges of steaming hot imported Indian green tea poured down his parched gullet emptying into his round little pot-belly with a none-too-gentle ker-splosh.
The barbarian Anjin-san would never appreciate the vast superiority of sweet ripe melon and hot tea if he continued to insist on consuming insipid meals of bacon double-cheeseburgers surrounded by piles of fries, all of it washed down with a flood of diet-cola.
And he simply HAD to stop slurping his soup and eating with his fingers, learn to use chop- sticks properly while at the dinner table, and master the pronunciation of Phiraderphia the City of Brotherly Love.
Pondering... deep in thought, he made at last what was to become a fateful decision for both him, his nemesis and yes, even his beloved country of Japan.
"Such a pity!" thought The Lord of The Canton dolefully to himself.
"But it remains that the lout's cultural and social graces are both sadly lacking. I fear that Anjin-san's education must be greatly intensified if he is ever to become civilized, or I shall be forced ... "
... to be continued ...
"Haiiiii...UP!", screamed Toranaga- sama, Shogun and High Lord of the Canton as he assumed the classic stance of the traditional Fukamara position..His mind totally calm and focused, he concentrated intently on the grim task at hand.
Ready at last for the killing stroke, he swung his deadly steel blade downward, and with a chilling cry neatly split the plump seedless watermelon from stem-to-stern with his three-foot-long katana.
"Haiiiii - YA!!" he shrieked in triumph, executing the complex double-backstroked Wasami maneuver. Tempered steel again flashing, first right then left, the melon fell neatly into perfect serving-sized pieces.
Having accomplished the gruesome chore, although widely scattering ripe melon gore over the entire length of the long shokudo, Toranaga proceeded to finish off the fleshy red fruit with his short razor-sharp wakizashi, mercilessly slicing its crisp rind off in great chunks.
The freshly pared rind, itself destined to return later to Toranaga's table in the form of crisp tart watermelon pickle, was quickly and efficiently collected by trusty stewards as the master of Nihon Castle settled down to a long awaited and tasty mid-afternoon repast.
"Ahhhhh", he sighed contentedly as the first vestiges of steaming hot imported Indian green tea poured down his parched gullet emptying into his round little pot-belly with a none-too-gentle ker-splosh.
The barbarian Anjin-san would never appreciate the vast superiority of sweet ripe melon and hot tea if he continued to insist on consuming insipid meals of bacon double-cheeseburgers surrounded by piles of fries, all of it washed down with a flood of diet-cola.
Pondering... deep in thought, he made at last what was to become a fateful decision for both him, his nemesis and yes, even his beloved country of Japan.
"Such a pity!" thought The Lord of The Canton dolefully to himself.
"But it remains that the lout's cultural and social graces are both sadly lacking. I fear that Anjin-san's education must be greatly intensified if he is ever to become civilized, or I shall be forced ... "
... to be continued ...
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