#Tesshu

[sketchtype]

Guardian of Nara

Made a new print available. Originally a two-part, two-color, linocut print that I carved and later digitized after two hand made print runs.

There are several color combinations available.

Also at Society6.

#sketch #sketchtype #linocut #print #digital art #shinto #Tesshu #Nara #Guardian #artist still on tumblr #artists on tumblr #Pixelmator #Komyozan #Heartmindsword

[true-person-of-no-rank]

#ikkyu sojun #Glenn Taylor Webb #Carol Webb #Dainin Katagiri #Mel Weitsman #Alan Marlowe David Chadwick Jane Westberg #Craig Boyan #Tesshu Araki #Mary Quagliata #Amy and Lew Richmond #Zenju Earthlyn Manuel #Kaishin Unique Holland #Kaishin Jiso #Jozen Shinmu #Jozen Tamori Gibson #MK Abadoo #Ganju Isshin #Shonin #myokei caine-barrett

[shinsengumi-archives]

An old newspaper article about Okita Souji

In 1904, when Okita Souji was probably not yet as famous as he is today, an anecdote about him was published in a newspaper in Tokyo.

The name of the article is "見聞実事 剣客談" ("A story about a sword fighter"). It was published in the "電報新聞" ("Telegraph Newspaper").

The article appeared twice, on February 5 and 6, 1905, along with articles on Kondo Isami, Yamaoka Tesshu, and others.

The first day is probably about the Ikedaya Incident, and the second day is probably about the Osaka Sumo Wrestler Incident.

The reason I say "probably" is that although the contents of this article are called "facts that have been observed and heard", they are quite far from fact.

First of all, let me briefly introduce the contents of February 5th.

When Kondo Isami and his men began to crack down in Kyoto, seven ronin entered a restaurant in Shijo and robbed it. When those who learned of the incident rushed into the Shinsengumi Headquarters, they found only Okita Souji and about three or four other samurai. When the Shinsengumi members asked Okita to wait for everyone's return, Okita said, "If we wait around for too long, we will not be respected as law-enforcement. I'll go myself." So the rest of the troops anxiously chased after him. Okita ordered his men to ambush the ronin at the entrance to the second floor, as the only way in or out of the building was via the staircase. However, the ronin were also cautious, and there was a large, skilled man standing guard at the entrance to the stairway. When he saw Okita, he drew his sword and blocked the way. Okita had a certain "habit" when fighting that made the guard's sword fall out of alignment. Okita killed him with a single thrust, then ran upstairs and cut down three ronin. The ronin, who had escaped along the roof as Okita had suggested, were captured alive by the Shinsengumi members waiting in ambush. That's the story of how Okita Souji captured the seven ronin with his clever plan.

Am I the only one who thinks this sounds like the Ikedaya Incident?

The article from February 6th went like this:

At that time in Kyoto, sumo wrestlers were patrolling the city with a six-foot pole called a gomenbo (御免棒). They had some friction with the Shinsengumi. The sumo wrestlers were not amused when stories of Okita's exploits became famous, so they began to harass Okita frequently in an attempt to put a dent on his reputation. At that time, Kondo Isami fell ill with a serious cold. The city was in a state of unrest, so everyone was out of town, leaving Okita alone in the headquarters to take care of Isami, since he was worried about him. When Okita went out to buy medicine without telling anyone, a sumo wrestler came from the other side and intentionally bumped into him. He tried to hit Okita with his pole, saying, "You idiot," but Okita dodged and passed him off, and went on to buy medicine. On his way home, another sumo wrestler came along and bumped into him. Okita was so angry that he grabbed his topknot as he passed him and kicked him in the back of the knee. The sumo wrestler was knocked flat on his back and was unable to stand up. After a while, there was a commotion in front of the headquarters. Sumo wrestlers came with their gomenbo poles to get back at Okita. There were about 30 of them. Okita told Kondo, who was sick in bed, what had happened, and he left the gate with a dagger. Seeing Okita, who was lightly armed, the sumo wrestlers came toward him one after another, waving their poles. Okita, while avoiding them, ran away while letting the sumo wrestlers chase him. When the sumo wrestlers reached a point where there was no longer any danger of turning back to the camp, Okita dodged their pole, leaped into the sumo wrestler's hand, and struck him in the stomach with his dagger. Okita snatched the pole from the sumo wrestler, who fell down with a gasp, and struck back with it. The sumo wrestlers were beaten to a pulp and fled.

...That's the story.

Some people think that both stories are fictional, but the fact that the stories are described as "observed and heard" suggests that they are based on interviews.

The stories came from someone who knew Okita but was not close to him.

The story in the article about the Osaka Sumo Wrestler Incident was from a letter Kondo Isami had sent, so if he was close to Okita, he would have known the details of that incident.

Moreover, as someone who was not in Kyoto at the time of the incident and heard these stories in another part of the country, it's no wonder his account of the incidents became like this.

These stories could only be considered "rumors".

Although the story itself is at the level of "rumor", it seems to contain something close to a real image of Okita Souji's personality.

In 1904, Saito Hajime was 60 years old. Nagakura Shinpachi was 65.

It's unlikely that what was written about Okita was a complete lie since people who knew him were still alive at that time.

What kind of personality did Okita have according to people at the time?

That's a long story, so I will leave that for next time.

#okita #ikedaya #sumo wrestlers #old book #document #translated from japanese #translated #recommended

[mybookof-you]

"A little workshop in Minokamo City, central Japan receives countless requests from across Japan to repair damaged clothes. Kaketsugi, or invisible mending, is a technique for repairing holes or tears in fabric. The shop is run by a father-and-daughter team: Kataoka Tesshu, with 40 years of experience as a craftsman, and his daughter Goto Yoshiko. The pair research weaving patterns in fabrics and are able to use a needle to accurately weave threads into gaps as small as 0.1 millimeter. The program follows them as they restore the cherished garments they receive."

[talesofedo]

Edo had three great dojos during the Bakumatsu period:

Shigakukan (Kyoshin Meichi-ryu), under Momoi Junzo

Genbukan (Hokushin Itto-ryu), under Chiba Shunsuke

Renpeikan (Shinto Munen-ryu), under Saito Yakuro

It was said of the three great dojos that 位は桃井、技は千葉、力は斎藤 / Momoi has dignity, Chiba skill, and Saito power.

Some famous students of these (and their branch dojos): Shigakukan

Takechi Hanpeita

Okada Izo

Genbukan

Kiyokawa Hachiro

Yamaoka Tesshu

Todo Heisuke

Sannan Keisuke

Sakamoto Ryoma

Renpeikan

Katsura Kogoro

Takasugi Shinsaku

Ito Hirobumi

#history notes #historical notes #history reference #historical reference #history research #historical research #kenjutsu #schools of swordsmanship #edo period #tokugawa period #bakumatsu period #genbukan #renpeikan #shigakukan

[will-go-back-to-argentina]

Si has prometido hacer algo, hazlo. No le des explicaciones a nadie.

Yamaoka Tesshu.

[shiroomo]

Atlas Stasia Bunkyo Sendagi

Toyo University and Nippon Medical School are on the top of the hill, and Yanaka, where Tesshu Yamaoka and Eiichi Shibusawa rest, is behind the building. It is a great location to enjoy the so-called Ya-ne-sen to the fullest, and moreover, the station is right in front of it. Amazing. 73.8 million yen, built in 2003 1 min. from Sendagi Station on the Chiyoda Line, 56m2 2LDK 8F

#realestate #tokyo

[donotdestroy]

Nothing Exists

Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.

Desiring to show his attainment, he said: “The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received.”

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

“If nothing exists,” inquired Dokuon, “where did this anger come from?”

#Nothing Exists #Sunday Dharma #Self awareness #Self conscious #Self realization #Know thy self #จิตใจ #mind #mindfulness #Zen quotes #sincere #True self #ปล่อยวาง #สติปัญญา #อยู่กับปัจจุบัน #Dharma #zen #Sunday #Zen story #buddha #buddism #healthy #happy #mood #meditation #soul #quotes #inspiration #happiness #consciousness

[johnesimpson]

The Complete and Utter Loss of One's Sh!t

It happens, it happens: 'The Complete and Utter Loss of One's Sh!t'

[Image: “Eye Deals,” by John E. Simpson.] From whiskey river: Yamaoka Tesshu, a samurai and student of Zen, traveled around Japan studying from various Zen masters. One day, he wandered into the Shokoku Temple and happened upon the monk Dokuon.In a desire to show his comprehension of Zen, Tesshu stated to the Master, “The mind, the Buddha and all beings are empty. The true nature of all things…

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#Zen #koans #anger #social media #Zen mind #Isha Foundation

[tenchuworld]

“Tenchu: Wrath of Heaven“ Official Wallpapers

Rikimaru, Ayame and Tesshu

#tenchu #games #gaming #playstation #tenchu wrath of heaven #ninja #stealth games #wallpaper #playstation 2 #ayame #rikimaru #game character #tesshu

[therejectedpunk]

#video games #gamer #tenchu #wrath of heaven #2000s aesthetic #ps2 #playstation #gif #Rikimaru #Ayame #Tesshu #ninja #night #dark #mask #sneak

[blackswaneuroparedux]

People believe that the reason for mastering swordsmanship is to be able to cut down one’s enemies. For myself, however I seek to master swordsmanship because through it I seek divine principle. If once I attain this, my heart will be as still water, calm and quite, like a clear mirror lucid and bright, able to cope instantly with any situation.

- Yamaoka Tesshu (19th century swordsman)

#tesshu #sword #bushido #japan #martial arts

[btelvin]

Teleport Trip WIP

So!  It’s been quite a while, creatively.  I haven’t done much with my OCs no thanks to my fandom obsessions cycling back around, and I’ve been stuck in Sonic for a while.

There is another story that’s been in the works.  I’ve posted Jasmine and Auberon’s fateful meeting, so now I’m going to treat y’all to a work-in-progress of Roan and Tesshu’s own meeting and their subsequent friendship.  It’s very sparse, only a couple pages, but I like what I have so far and I thought I’d post it here for now.  The title is a WIP too, I dunno if I’ll keep it.  I might if I don’t think of something better, since it pretty much encapsulates what kicks everything off.

I appreciate any and all feedback! Related art here and here

He did it!  He finally did it!  A safe, unsupervised, unassisted teleportation spell!  Roan felt so proud of himself, he could barely contain his excitement!  Wait until he told everyone!

That is, once he figured out where in the world he ended up.  The lad's original intention had been to rematerialize in a desert area, not in the frozen tundra in the middle of a windstorm!  Not only that, it was supposed to be spring, yet the chill told him that winter still held the land in a tight frozen grip.  How did it happen?  Did he make a mistake somewhere? Perhaps his mind faltered, or he lost just enough concentration. Roan was too disoriented to figure out where he went wrong.  He had to find shelter or risk freezing to death in the new and unforgiving land.

Being so far north he knew he wouldn't be able to mentally contact even Ellah, his present teacher.  If he had more training, perhaps.  Roan hugged himself and rapidly rubbed his arms to keep from losing too much heat, then started off southward.  He could figure out his exact location once he either found some shelter, some people, or a coastline.  He could worry about the locals' reaction to his appearance later.

The wind howled relentlessly, battering the stranded elf with a mix of rain and ice that cut into his cheeks and frosted his white-silver hair with crystals. Visibility was dismal, as Roan could barely see in front of his face. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled, and in response the grunts of some kind of deer warned of the preadtors' approach.  The animals weren't that far, prompting Roan to put his guard up.  If the pack deemed him easy enough prey, his tribe could send their prayers in memory of his recklessness.

"For once, I think I agree with Auberon's favorite nickname for me," he muttered through chattering teeth.  "I can just--brr!--hear him now...  'His stupidty finally got him what he deserved!  An icy death in the middle of nowhere!'"  A gust of wind silenced him, the bitter cold too much to talk through.

Thousands of miles southeast of Roan's wayward location, in the woods known to the local humans as The Big Thicket, the elfin elder Ellah tried her best to pinpoint Roan.  Her mental ability was the strongest of the tribe's, but even that had its limits.  Back in her race's beginning the power was much stronger, but most elves nowadays hardly had any use for such a long mental reach.  Roan had the makings of possessing the same ability as she, but he required extensive training and mind disciplining.

Ellah sighed to herself, resting her cortex for the moment.  Wherever Roan ended up, he was too far to reach.  The deserts of the American Southwest would have been reachable for her, but much farther than California would be pushing it.  Just where had the lad ended up?  She brushed stray gray strands away from her nose and sat on a fresh stump, wondering how she would tell anyone that she lost a tribesman's whereabouts.  A student, no less!  That made everything her responsibility.  There wasn't much else to do but wait a while and keep trying, and pray that Roan was safe.

How in the world could a place be so damnably COLD in the SPRING?!  Roan had heard of the arctic and antarctic having such low temperatures, but experiencing that firsthand was jarring to say the least.  His body shivered and his legs burned.  It took so much energy just to keep himself standing, even more to walk straight.  The sounds of pack, herd, and flock were long gone, leaving the elfin lad truly alone for the first time in his life.  He shuddered at the realization.  And at the cold.  Curse this cold.

Roan walked on for what seemed like forever.  The terrain finally gave way to a wide valley, but the storm raged on.  He thought he smelled smoke for an instant before getting pelted by yet more ice.  He couldn't feel his face, and his extremeties were numb.  So tired...  Did he even shiver anymore?  He still couldn't see a damned thing beyond the icy curtain of sleet and snow.  He could feel his strength ebbing, but his will kept him staggering forward.  Being so ill-prepared for anything going wrong would wind up costing him his life.  Roan grit his teeth and took another unsteady step, his toes unexpectedly catching on an exposed rock.

And so, Roan learned the ground and the stones up north felt one and the same.  He landed hard on his face and chest, his grunt puffing up a little snow and grass.  The elfin lad tried to get up, but it was as if two great weights on his back held him in place.  He quickly realized he no longer had the strength to move.  How long had he been walking?  Surely not that long.  Perhaps he was just that weak to any extreme cold.  Perhaps ... if he just rested for a moment, he could rise again and continue...

The winds seemed to only pick up as the day wore on.  To anyone caught out in it, it could mean certain death.  Even a hastily-built rickety wooden and metal shack would have succumbed had it not been built under a protective rocky outcrop in the valley's foothills.  Tesshu sighed to himself, resolving to check for any damages once the storm subsided.  For the time being he would nurse his fire and listen to those haunting howls as the air funneled itself through the mountains before billowing down to the valley at full speed.

The young man had just reached adulthood, and as such his father decided to send him on a fool's journey to get him used to senses he already made full use of. Whatever Tesshu's full-demon father wanted the boy to learn or discover, the blonde couldn't think of anything.  He already obtained his Soul Scythe, been to several Reaper Clan ceremonies, and even guided a few souls to either Heaven or Hell for their afterlife.  All he really needed was some finer tuning of his skills.  Then again, he thought, this just might be Father’s idea of "fine tuning".

Though generally scorned by both humans and full-blooded demons, half-demons like Tesshu tended to have as great or greater abilities coupled with features unique to mortal humans.  Tesshu's father was one of the few who embraced his halfling spawn, even going so far as to properly marry Tesshu's human mother.  Luckily, the Reaper Clan in general held a more lax attitude about the situation, so long as the child learned the Clan ways.  Thus, Tesshu wound up living a normal ... ish life.

The young half-demon decided to turn in for the night, confident the shelter would hold up, but suddenly a familiar kind of pull tugged at his heart.  Tesshu instantly homed in on it, and he recognized the aura of a living soul weakening in order to leave its body.  Tesshu might have ignored it if it wasn't so close.  It also had a distinct resonance, something he never sensed before.  What kind of being held a soul like that?  The normally stoic halfling softly gasped at the fact the soul was fading fast.  The storm, of course!

With an unusual sense of urgency, Tesshu donned his parka, boots, and gloves, then headed out into the cold that became colder by the minute.

#Roan #Tesshu #elf #OC #original character #fiction #WIP #half-demon

[deathangelwithhorns]

°《We've Been Here Before》° Rikimaru and Tesshu from the steath ninja game, Tenchu. #sd123art #fanart #ninja #tenchu #rikimaru #tesshu

#sd123art #ninja #rikimaru #tenchu #fanart #tesshu

[wtfgamersonly]

#ThrowbackThursday Tenchu: The Forgotten Ninja Series

#ThrowbackThursday Tenchu: The Forgotten Ninja Series

Many people around the world watch the Ninja Warrior and Ultimate Beastmastergameshows. Centred around a comically oversized and carefully padded obstacle course, the shows are an absolute triumph of non-lethal contraptions, with exaggerated commentary from various entertainment personalities as competitors negotiate awkward hurdles and tumble into water hazards. There are no shurikens but lots…

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#Assassin #ayame #Beastmaster #Game #gamer #gameshow #gaming #Ninja #Ninja game #playstation #Retro #review #Rikimaru #Shadow #Shows #stealth #Tenchu #tesshu #throwback #Throwback Thursday #TV #Warrior #wrath of heaven

[epoysanjuro]

It looks like Fujieda Baian was not the only inspiration for Tesshu fujioka. Another bald headed assassin called Nenbutsu no Tetsu from 1973 Hissatsu Shiokinin TV series. Checkout those bone displacement techniques complete with X-Ray shots

#tenchu #tenchu wrath of heaven #tesshu #hissatsu #ninja #samurai #tenchu 3 #stealth