So um, yeah, this happened. I got Koichi from Tofugu to write a kendo article for me! Seriously, how awesome is that? And damn, that doodle looks mighty familiar. ;) (Read it here!)
I remember in one of your past posts where you failed to clean your shinai for a couple of weeks. Were you able to clean it now? How did you remove those dark marks, because I'm having a hell of a time removing them... with candle wax (as what had been suggested to me)! So far, candle wax is not working. :(
IT NEVER WORKED. I tried the same, but nothing really took them off. So I’m stuck with it, for quite a while. Seriously, I think you’ll have more chances riding a unicorn than taking those marks off the shinai.
Possible Things That May Occur During My First Shiai
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Me:HEY I JUST MET YOU
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Me:AND THIS IS CRAZY
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Me:WE'RE IN A SHIAI
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Me:SO HIT ME MAYBE
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Aite:
…My pursuit in becoming the ~B3ST K3NDOKA 3VURRR~ has now reached unfeminine heights because it has now led me into buying Old Spice. Since summer came along, the hot days have become intolerable and no power or deodorant on earth can save me from the sweat… And the smell.
So. Yep.
Dear people of the world who mistakenly think that kendo is all about hitting people with swords and looking fab:
Kendo is fun. But it stinks.
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Two hours of blood, sweat, tears, and something dead kind of stink.
And when it’s hot oooooh boy. What’s that? Did you say you like the idea of a big, brawny, sweaty man or woman?
One day of summer training and I don’t think you will anymore :B
Lol, no, it’s cool, I was just poking fun at myself. .____. I didn’t know it would make people mad. I can take the stench (my family can’t apparently, hahaha). Manila has just been ridiculously hot this summer and 40C during practices is hella crazy. So the sweat and the smell has been doubled. And. Well.
…Yeah.
….
oAo
Wait I’m not mad
>A<
EDIT: LOL OKAY I CAN SEE HOW IT CAN LOOK LIKE I WAS MAD ; A ; I was trying to write a funny post myself but I can see how it can look like a super angry letter too
>A<;; SORRY
HAHAHA I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD
.____.
I’M GLAD YOU’RE NOT
^3^)b <3
…My pursuit in becoming the ~B3ST K3NDOKA 3VURRR~ has now reached unfeminine heights because it has now led me into buying Old Spice. Since summer came along, the hot days have become intolerable and no power or deodorant on earth can save me from the sweat… And the smell.
So. Yep.
Dear people of the world who mistakenly think that kendo is all about hitting people with swords and looking fab:
Kendo is fun. But it stinks.
Like
Like
Two hours of blood, sweat, tears, and something dead kind of stink.
And when it’s hot oooooh boy. What’s that? Did you say you like the idea of a big, brawny, sweaty man or woman?
One day of summer training and I don’t think you will anymore :B
Lol, no, it’s cool, I was just poking fun at myself. .____. I didn’t know it would make people mad. I can take the stench (my family can’t apparently, hahaha). Manila has just been ridiculously hot this summer and 40C during practices is hella crazy. So the sweat and the smell has been doubled. And. Well.
…Yeah.
The Kenshi Your Kenshi Would Smell Like
…My pursuit in becoming the ~B3ST K3NDOKA 3VURRR~ has now reached unfeminine heights because it has now led me into buying Old Spice. Since summer came along, the hot days have become intolerable and no power or deodorant on earth can save me from the sweat… And the smell.
So. Yep.
How To Wear Your Tenugui!
Incorrectly, that is. Much to the amusement of my senpais and to my chagrin, I could not, for the life of me, wear my own tenugui. And it sucked. I had my senpai wrap my tenugui for me, and advised me that I try it on for the whole week til I could wear my own shit (armour and all) blindfolded in a span of two minutes (preferrably less).
So I did.
And in the process, I’ve figured out ~fashionable (and by fashionable I mean, stupid) ways for the trendy kendoka how to wear their tenugui (unless it isn’t, you know, drenched in sweat after practice)! Walk out of the dojo in style wearing your tenugui around your neck (1), dress up as a haute couture ninja (2) and scare your friends off by posing as a bike thief.
I don’t know about you, but my first day in bogu was… Interesting. As soon as I arrive, I was run over by a horde of senpais, extending their congratulations (that went along the lines of ‘We’ve got ourselves new bait!’ and ‘Wow, I can’t wait to see you compete!’), squeeing and trying to get my mates and I ready to wear the armour. The excitement was overwhelming to say the least, but was the assurance I needed that I wouldn’t really be alone in the dojo. Not even a bit.
Which brings me to the part where I actually start wearing it. And I wouldn’t quite call it warm and fuzzy.
As soon as I got my do and tare on, I was basically all: ‘Damn, I look good. I look like the legit thing, guys. Guys. I’m so going to nail this, guys. GUYS. G U Y S.’
And then I was actually hitting and getting hit by people. It pretty much went downhill from there. I was basically a part-human, part-horse monstrosity in armour. With a shinai. Flailing.
I was sweaty, disoriented and (after a long lecture of bogu maintenance in seiza for an hour and a half) I could barely walk. My men was pretty stiff [TWSS], so whenever I attempted to do waza, I was a mess of flailing limbs and my sense of distance pretty much went out of the window, I kept bumping onto people much to the amusement of my senpais.
Oh, did I mention I got run over by one of the guys because I was a tool and didn’t avoid him when he hit my men? Yep. Good times.
