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August 9th, 1945. Precisely this same time I transcribe these
lines, at 11:02 AM, exploded the Fat Man bomb on the port city
of Nagasaki.
A few days later, Japan surrendered to the Allied forces, and thus ended one of the most extended pages of suffering in the history of the Japanese people.

Since then, discussions about the guilt of Japanese war generals, discussions about rearmament, whether or not to remember the victims of war, and whether or not to sing the National Anthem in schools, come up from time to time.

But the truth is that after 73 years, only those who had their house cruelly bombed know the real dimension of the pain and tragedy of war.

The samurai already said that we must prepare ourselves to avoid war...

Let`s do a minute of silence.

- Mokuto...

*Mokuto = silent reflection in memory of the victims of a catastrophe

"The destruction of multiple lives

I write this text now at night. It has been a few hours since the terror that occurred in 1945 in Japan in Hiroshima. It`s been hard to write, my hands are trembling in the face of so much horror that I remember from the Atomic Bomb Museum in Hiroshima. I remember the dress, the bicycle, the police, and even the girl who was born after the incident and died a few years after due to leukemia caused by the radiation. All of them, animals, plants, and all signs of life that disappeared, deserve to be remembered, I will now remind as a meditation on behalf of all this.

There was a woman who was living her day by taking care of her house, probably thinking: When will this war end? Where is my beloved husband? In Manchuria, in China, nobody knows…
Suddenly there was a light ripping up the sky. The sun was covered by the light. And that light burned all over the girl`s skin. How could that be possible? Did God punish me for thinking of my husband? And then a hot, strong wind spreads destroying huge windows and walls as if it were the Hell´s gate breaking wide open, shards of glass fell and stick on her like whips or rains of fire. Or is it a demon thing that came out to ruin us?
Today, the only thing left of her was her dress she was wearing on that tragic day. There were blood spots on the side and back.
She died a few days after the bomb dropped.
“Was it God or the Devil who took me? Was it the light of the divine, or the devilish wind that knocked me over?”

Not far away, there was a boy who won a gift from his father. It was a bicycle, it was a gift to show a father`s love for his three-years little boy. The father was inside the house, the boy was appreciating the toy, lovely given by his father. Even with the war, there is still a father-son relationship, how sweet... Maybe that`s what the father thought.
An airplane flies over, and a few seconds later an intense light happens. What´s that?!
Soon after, the hot and devastating wind throws the boy and kills him.
The father survived but the boy died, and the only thing left that day was the bicycle, the father took the bike and kept it as every parent keeps the toys of their babies before taking them to bed, but this time there was no more love between them, there was only a love that was brutally separated by a light and a wind, just as an autumn leaf is torn from the tree and taken away.

In service, alert, under pressure and of course, living a war in a city where he knew very well, a watchful policeman ready for anything. He heard speeches about the power of his nation ruled by an emperor who was a God himself, who commanded them with all divine wisdom and that therefore there would be no chance to rest because they were serving a God.
As if it were a surprise mission the bomb dropped.
A light!
A wind….
Was his emperor a God who did this to him?
And his wife, what could happen to her?
Later, he would know that she died.
Without understanding perfectly, he saw people looking for relatives and neighbors, gathered some of them to help him in counting the dead bodies, the missing and alive people. Is this the right thing to do? After so much suffering without knowing the destiny of his wife and all wounded himself, he looked around and saw that many people went through the same or worse, then decided to help them.
In his task, he had to write down the names of the disappeared and the dead, write down the names of his friends he would never see, and note the names of the neighbors who died.

After all that confusion, sprouts of hope are born, a girl was born after the tragedy, bringing hope for a prosperous future.
All her childhood was wonderful, she was beautiful, dear, a good family, she was a flower!
And then, leukemia made her sick, the cause of leukemia: radiation. All that joy that the little girl brought became the memory of the dark past of a few years ago. Death was certain. And it happened when she was only nine years old.
What is more terrible?
An immediate thing that suddenly takes everything away?
Or a hope that has turned into tragedy causing slow suffering?

It`s night now, seventy-three years ago that this happened, I imagine myself in one night from that date.
The stars are dark, the trees are haunted, where there were objects that disappeared, and only their shadow remained.

I see each character, a wounded woman, a father burying his son, a persistent agent almost dead thinking of the other ones and a child who tried to bring hope but could not survive.

What I hope, is that everyone recognizes that what occurred seventy-three years ago can still happen today.

There is no greater suffering."


Yoshimitsu - Training in Dojo in Japan


1 Minute from Mokuto

Today august 6, is a day to remember the Hiroshima bomb.
I ask you for a minute of Mokuto, a minute of silence and relection about this matter.

*Mokuto - Silence

The boy evaporated while playing tricycle


Fight Free

Photos of the Kobudo Regional Tournament in Rio de Janeiro 

The fight must be the same as the thought: Be Free.


Sensitivity and precision

Paula - Niten Argentina

The feminine touch in action.


Chudan Nito Tachi Tsuki

The millenarian technique is prophesied



To a layperson may seem like a simple frontal attack, but the experienced one was almost a cut from the bottom up on the arm. Kenjutsu stuff ...


Japan X Belgium

Two basic lessons can be drawn from Japan"s game against Belgium:

1- There´s a maxim in Kenjutsu combat: "Never attack your opponent if your flank is vulnerable."
That´s our 12th kata.

2 - Regardless of the results, remember in each fight to thank those who supported us throughout the journey. Masters, colleagues, family, and supporters.


Women - Tomoe Gozen

Nowadays, the woman has to be stronger more than ever, cause war happens every day: inside and outside the house. At home, at work and relationships.
But, how to be strong?
Answer: being a Samurai.
- Samurai? This is a man thing - will say lay people.
Women Samurai already exists for almost a thousand years, and one of them was Tomoe Gozen, who fought extraordinarily in Genpei battle (1180). One of your techniques consists of cutting the enemy´s arm, called Utigote.

The war goes on and to be stronger, nothing better than inspiring yourself in real characters!


GASHUKU SHIAI - Hesitation

We hesitate to take a course, change jobs, start a business or go deeper into some relationship. Join Niten.
Even the signs showing us that this is the way, we falter.
The opportunity is then lost.
Years go by and, obviously, countless Golden Moments and important lessons to be happy remain in the past without the possibility of retrieving them.
Do not hesitate: Start.

"Shitsurei shimasu,

This weekend of June 16th, I was able to participate for the first time in a Gashuku. A little while ago I said in a text about being able to see how big the sea is after training in RJ (Rio de Janeiro) ... And after Gashuku, I could contemplate a little more this immensity and feel that there is still much to see.

One of the first points of the trip ... Know the environment where you are going. Make sure you are carrying everything you needed, especially to handle the cold. Accustomed to a predominantly warm climate, you can not underestimate the cold.

I had the honor to meet Sensei for the first time. He greeted me with a warm smile. I felt welcome to Niten. There was an energy there that made the urge to train even more.

Summarizing the training, I had the opportunity to train the iaijutsu, the Sekiguchi style, and train lots of kenjutsu. Each time I train with a different senpai, I gain a tip, a new perception, that contributes a lot to the improvement. The same goes for kenjutsu. Combat also brings a lot of experience. Facing colleagues of varying levels in each match allows for an incredible gain in experience and insights.

One feeling I had was that I lacked speed in some attacks, but over time I also realized that part of the speed factor was connected to my energy and hesitation. Or think too much. I spent a lot of time thinking about how to attack, what opened a gap. Or do not believe too much in my blow, that made my move slower and less precise.

After a sequence of many keiko it became increasingly clear that the strikes I took came in times of hesitation or for thinking too much. I thank for every hit I took to make me realize that. This gives me more energy to take that first hit, an attack, which when I do not hit, I need to act fast against attacking the blow that will surely come from the opponent. Another point is also that certain tactics that I thought during the combat, after many fights and training end up becoming something that does not have to be much thought about, but they end up being consolidated more naturally during the combat*. It is difficult to describe the countless sensations and perceptions that happen in short moments of combat because they are very rich experiences. Another point that also took my attention, is that in a cold climate like this, the hot breath blurs the men´s visor very much. If you control the way you breathe, you can direct the air better to avoid blurring the viewfinder. And the breathing that blurs the men is the one that comes unconsciously when I give myself to tiredness to catch my breath.

But if I have to sum up in a small phrase, what I concluded from all this is: do not hesitate, always be ready to attack, do not lower your guard. And a lots of training.

Shiai was also a training where I was able to put into practice what I learned in combat. And when it was not my time to fight, I could watch how other classmates struggled, and also take lessons from it.

* Returning to what I said in the asterisk back there, this is also worth for learning from Niten in the Golden Moments. These are good behaviors that we started thinking about in order to be able to act in this way, but after a time of Niten, living all the practices with these practices, they end up being a natural part of our daily activities.

Another interesting point that I could also observe in training is that senior Senpais are also well trained to observe how the less graduates struggle, not only because of arbitration but also as a way of perceiving where they are wrong and how to correct. They even train how to pull the least graded into combat, how to help bring forth their energy.

During the times of fraternization, I had the opportunity to talk with colleagues from different units, to know what took each one to Niten. It´s nice to discover that while we have a lot in common, the way we travel is different for each one. But we all agree that the Niten greatly modifies our lives in a way no one imagined when it came ... "

Couto still tells more about the "birudo at the end of the long training day on Saturday",
about the shiai among the colleagues of 3rd kyu and above,
About the General´s speech that attended part of our training, his words about friendship,
about the invitation to come to train Iaijutsu in Sao Paulo valid for all Niten students
and about the closing ceremony of Gashuku.

"... I thank very much all the colleagues of our Vitória unit, as well as all the other senpais with whom I had the opportunity to train, all of them for the generous teachings and for the inspiration. And a special thanks to Sensei for accepting me and for this valuable opportunity. Arigatou Gozaimashita " Couto - Vitória Unit


Climbing the Mountain

¨There was a boy, for whom no one gave anything. No gleam in the eyes, empty and weak in every way..
One beautiful day, this boy decided to climb the Mountain. An isolated place where the Master lived.
After a few springs, the boy went down to the Mountain.
He was different. With a sharp look and warrior posture, the transformation was remarkable.
-Wow! What happened to him? He´s very different! "-everyone noticed in the village.
They asked him what kind of training the Master had given him.
What had made the dull boy into a wise warrior was no training, no special secret.
It had been just the simple acquaintance with the Master.¨- Shin Hagakure, Thoughts of a Modern Samurai Vol.1

This is what happens, in other words, when one climbs the Mountain: