Post by Daichi Kusumoto on Oct 12, 2018 17:54:27 GMT -5
After a little more than a week at home with his wife in Akashi, Daichi Kusumoto has returned to the city of Fukuoka. Even if he much prefers the nature surrounding the city itself, he nonetheless finds himself in a downtown restaurant in a relatively good mood. It’s most likely because the last time he was in Fukuoka, he fought in an incredible battle against Masanori Kawada. It reminded him of the battles of his younger years. Kawada’s spirit was as strong, if not stronger, than some of Daichi’s toughest opponents. He was right in not doubting the heart of All-Might.
Beyond that though, his own heart proved that it was not to be doubted. Even with age making an enemy out of his own body, he was able to channel the deepest power of his spirit into every fibre of his being and emerge victorious. Just like the glory days. He has found his way back to that warrior mentality. The road back to the Kingdom of Heaven has been paved, now he simply needs to find his stride. He needs walk it with confidence and determination. And look out for any pot holes.
He looks out of the window, to the busy streets outside. Young people in flashy outfits and stylish hairdos hurry from one point to another, as if going somewhere fast is the same as going somewhere important. He turns his eyes to the beef bowl in front of him, closes his eyes and puts his hands together.
“Itadakimasu.”
As he opens his eyes and begins digging into his meal, he can’t help but notice the group of young adults at the table in front of him. It’s hard not to, considering how loud they talk, practically yelling over each other, laughing with food in their mouths and waving their hands, holding the food, around like drunken monkeys. Sights like these don’t surprise him much anymore, reverence is a lost virtue among the youth of today, but it still never fails to irritate him.
The same lack of reverence can be seen in the young talent of MAX-Japan as well. His opponents at Pro-Wrestling TOUKON, Lynx and Matt Pulver both have more reverence and respect for the sport than most their age, even more than most wrestlers in general, but that doesn’t say much. From what he’s gathered from sharing the ring with Lynx and sharing the dojo with Pulver, they still suffer from that boisterous, inexperienced desire they call ‘youthful enthusiasm.’ What do they want, what do they chase? They might think they know, but they don’t. All they know is that they want to get there fast. While they both possess the humility of respect, they severely lack the humility of patience.
As he finishes his meal, he gently places the chopsticks one the bowl, ignores the rambunctious kids’s farmhouse-at-mating-season noises, sits back in his chair and waits.
Experienced warriors like METAL HERO and himself knows that power comes from momentum. And momentum has to be formed with a steady pace and an unwavering determination. A farmer doesn’t hurry, because not even the mightiest of wills can affect the seasons. All he can do is go out in the field and do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done. When he needs to work, he works. When he needs to wait, he waits.
The server comes and presents him with the bill. He accepts it and bows his head.
“Gochisosama deshita.”
The meal was far from the quality of his wife’s home-made cooking, but that doesn’t matter. It served its purpose. Every meal can’t be a feast. Every meal shouldn’t be a feast. The warrior know when it’s time for feast and when it’s not. The feast comes after the victory. This is not that time, but every meal still serves a purpose, just like every step on the road serves a purpose.
Pro-Wrestling TOUKON will be another step on that road. Whether it’s a loss or a victory, he will humbly receive it. Because every battle serves a purpose.
That is after the battle though. Right now, there are only three things on his mind. Avenging his loss against Lynx. Teaching Matt Pulver a final lesson in humility. And proving that the warrior’s road is not to be doubted.
Beyond that though, his own heart proved that it was not to be doubted. Even with age making an enemy out of his own body, he was able to channel the deepest power of his spirit into every fibre of his being and emerge victorious. Just like the glory days. He has found his way back to that warrior mentality. The road back to the Kingdom of Heaven has been paved, now he simply needs to find his stride. He needs walk it with confidence and determination. And look out for any pot holes.
He looks out of the window, to the busy streets outside. Young people in flashy outfits and stylish hairdos hurry from one point to another, as if going somewhere fast is the same as going somewhere important. He turns his eyes to the beef bowl in front of him, closes his eyes and puts his hands together.
“Itadakimasu.”
As he opens his eyes and begins digging into his meal, he can’t help but notice the group of young adults at the table in front of him. It’s hard not to, considering how loud they talk, practically yelling over each other, laughing with food in their mouths and waving their hands, holding the food, around like drunken monkeys. Sights like these don’t surprise him much anymore, reverence is a lost virtue among the youth of today, but it still never fails to irritate him.
The same lack of reverence can be seen in the young talent of MAX-Japan as well. His opponents at Pro-Wrestling TOUKON, Lynx and Matt Pulver both have more reverence and respect for the sport than most their age, even more than most wrestlers in general, but that doesn’t say much. From what he’s gathered from sharing the ring with Lynx and sharing the dojo with Pulver, they still suffer from that boisterous, inexperienced desire they call ‘youthful enthusiasm.’ What do they want, what do they chase? They might think they know, but they don’t. All they know is that they want to get there fast. While they both possess the humility of respect, they severely lack the humility of patience.
As he finishes his meal, he gently places the chopsticks one the bowl, ignores the rambunctious kids’s farmhouse-at-mating-season noises, sits back in his chair and waits.
Experienced warriors like METAL HERO and himself knows that power comes from momentum. And momentum has to be formed with a steady pace and an unwavering determination. A farmer doesn’t hurry, because not even the mightiest of wills can affect the seasons. All he can do is go out in the field and do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done. When he needs to work, he works. When he needs to wait, he waits.
The server comes and presents him with the bill. He accepts it and bows his head.
“Gochisosama deshita.”
The meal was far from the quality of his wife’s home-made cooking, but that doesn’t matter. It served its purpose. Every meal can’t be a feast. Every meal shouldn’t be a feast. The warrior know when it’s time for feast and when it’s not. The feast comes after the victory. This is not that time, but every meal still serves a purpose, just like every step on the road serves a purpose.
Pro-Wrestling TOUKON will be another step on that road. Whether it’s a loss or a victory, he will humbly receive it. Because every battle serves a purpose.
That is after the battle though. Right now, there are only three things on his mind. Avenging his loss against Lynx. Teaching Matt Pulver a final lesson in humility. And proving that the warrior’s road is not to be doubted.