Terao

Ok I am really bad in writing, but i'll try. I'll never forget my first sumo experience. Never. It was the Paris jungyo. Wakanohana beating Akebono! What a match. The little guy crushing the giant. I was in awe. What a great sport this is! I know now, it was just a theater, but then it was great spectacle for me. And I was hooked. And like that 25 years passed. Was it a normal sport for me - no. Was it two meatballs beating each other for my friends - yes. But I didn't care. I knew sumotori are like samurai. It was much more than two meatballs beating each other. It was two warriors fighting. Strength, technique and MIND. Like a samurai. But what I see now? My samurai wearing masks. They are afraid to challenge the narrative. My samurai punished for trying to live normally and they obey. They are not samurai for me anymore. Just two meatballs fighting each other.