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sukunasun · 2 years

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OBRIGADO | OLYMPIC AU | *REUPLOAD

no but gojo and geto being the embodiment of chaos even before they step foot onto brazilian soil. rio is approximately 21 hours and 10 minutes away and it’s going to take a little while longer to get there as they are the last two left for boarding and are unsurprisingly—so late for it; they clamber into the cabin awkwardly, a twenty-two year old geto’s got a neck pillow on and about four thousand dollars worth of travel-sized skincare products jammed into a ziplock bag tucked into his jacket. he tries to find their seats in a hurry, a smile breaking across his face when he finds that they’ve booked him a window seat, hurriedly crams their duffle bags into the hand luggage compartments above while gojo trails along behind him, pulling the zipper up his team jacket before their coach manages to catch them, wearing only his team jacket and bowing apologetically along the aisle but not before he throws a wink towards the stewardess by the front as thanks for being so patient.

“would you look at that,” he whistles, tapping geto’s shoulder beside him, their eyes bulging when they see the familiar sight of nanami’s blonde hair, now looking soft and held in place with a pair of headphones, trading his goggles for a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose. “i thought you retired! i haven’t seen you since you had that terrible shoulder thing.” gojo presses on before geto yanks him into his seat, although, he doesn’t mind it one bit when they have the rest of the flight to look forward to. not even when nanami’s got a vein bulging in his forehead at the knowledge that he’ll be stuck next to two of the best albeit, loudest athletes to have ever graced the sporting world.

“what do you think it’s gonna be like?” gojo asks his best friend who’s already dozing off, head thudding on the window while he relishes in the comfort of memory foam (oh the wonders of a duty-free). he doesn’t expect a reply because he already knows; hot sunny days on the beach, rehearsing ‘obrigado’ over and over til he gets it right, meeting old flames and new ones inside olympic village, the figure skater, that one gymnast, and all the strong, beautiful weightlifting women this world has to offer. before he gets to say anything else, gojo gets cut off by flight announcements and the rest of team japan heaves a collective sigh of relief.

when they find themselves settled in, gojo looks over to the vacant twin bed next to him, “coach said he didn’t want us rooming together, says it’ll help keep us focused.” geto tells him apologetically, the slight pout on his face says everything. there’s a truth that lies somewhere in his words, besides, they wouldn’t want a repeat of their junior days where they pull all-nighters til the sun spilled into their shared dorm, having only two hours of sleep, that anxious feeling is reflected here when they’re older.

“it’s okay we’ll see each other for dinner.” gojo assures him, and it’s so telling of the time, however much he loves his best friend, they were ultimately competitors. that as geto parts from him here, it’s like they’re really athletes, at the olympics, living out the dream.

they get ready separately before the opening ceremony, geto leaves his white pencil liner with gojo’s roommate who he has yet to meet. sends him a text saying 'white goes better with your eyelashes, remember to line is as close as possible to your lid.’ hours later said roommate barges into his room with heavily thudded footsteps and a presence so strong gojo’s feels it from where he sits by the balcony.

“oh,” he hears them mutter, “your friend left this for you.” his voice is deep, a little hoarse, when he turns around, he comes face to face with sukuna ryomen holding geto’s liner in his large hand. the sight almost makes him double over in laughter.

now the two of them sit by a mirror, gojo doesn’t rush when he lines his eyes and curls his lashes, painstakingly slow are his movements so as to not smudge anything while sukuna applies a thin layer of mousse into his locks, falling and layering on top of each other at just the right way before he spreads a layer of aloe vera over his sunburnt face, the freckles below glazed and cooled by his hands. here, he looks almost unlike the man scoring ippons and grappling with opponents, he’s just…some guy who’s getting ready, and gojo can’t help but admire him a bit more for that. so disciplined is he to have made it all this way. this guy is the stuff of legends, the almighty judoka who comes down from his mountainside dojo every four years before he heads back up there and disappears from the rest of the world.

“twelve years, can you believe it? i never thought i’d win it a third time.” sukuna says, he’s wrapping bandages around his fingers, rolling tape over them separately, it looks tedious but the way he does it is so inherent, engrained almost in his movements as natural as breathing, he gets them precisely taped with the right amount of tension and density.

“how do you know you’re going to win?” gojo asks right next to him, applying moisturizer to his face. when he looks over he finds sukuna barely contemplating it, letting out an exhale before he grins into his reflection, like he knows something gojo is yet to be aware of.

“judo is japan’s best sport, you win gold or you don’t bother returning home.” he says, like he accepts this, accepts the pressure, and goes in headfirst anyway. thinking about it now, gojo’s never seen him outside of these events, doesn’t know his life beyond what he brings to his sport, this moment will be the closest he’ll ever get, but he leaves it at that.

all the olympics do is remind them they’re closer and closer to achieving greatness, the pressure that comes with that, however, couldn’t be described. only that it feels so suffocating when everyone seems to have it together. knowing that, he leaves this room with a newfound perspective that he’ll have to be stronger somehow, better, because he isn’t even anywhere close to being great.

when gojo’s standing in the shade of christ the redeemer, peering up at one of the seven wonders of the world, the only thought that comes to mind is that the sea of people swarming the edges of christ’s feet could see what he never could—awe, a beauty, they see hope among godlessness, a purpose for something bigger than themselves, or some way of life that grounds them.

however, what that all means to him is that he’ll be a winner obviously, for the second time in a row because it’s what he’s good at doing, he’s not meant for anything else. so much so that it becomes his only excuse when he turns down that same figure skater he met all those years ago, she asks if he would like to join her for a walk along copacabana beach. “sorry, you know how it is-” he turns her down and gives her a shrug to end their conversation, nothing overly sheepish but just enough for her to buy it. and it doesn’t phase him one bit when everyone turns to look at her teary face watching his retreating back.

by the time he reaches the track, geto’s already doing stretches by the side. in a full split with his arms reaching back he teases, “so how was it? i bet espn’s gonna do a highlight reel just for you,” pulling jazz hands up in the air he sings, “gojo satoru’s top ten breakups, live from rio!”

he scoffs, “can’t breakup with someone if you were never with them, besides, she likes long walks on the beach, sounds like your kind of thing.” gojo’s at the very least thankful they can laugh about it, that geto doesn’t act all self-righteous nor judges him, because if it were anyone who understood how it felt, who shared his feelings of longing, it would be geto.

but where gojo seeks something bigger than himself, he’s unfamiliar that his best friend yearns for something else entirely, “it does sound really nice, although, i’m still waiting to share it with the right person.” geto lets out a sigh, so what if he wanted to look up to the stands and see his one true love rooting for him, that they would lean over, bring his face closer and kiss the tension and fears away. what geto doesn’t tell him is that he’s starting to worry that might not happen anytime soon, maybe starting a family and building a home isn’t what he’s meant to do, the future is still so far away, and yet, he knows an athlete’s peak only lasts for so long. maybe they’re just meant to be two men who are celebrated for their achievements, their looks, their friendship off and on the field, but would never know what love was if it hit them square in the face.

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flapper-dai · 6 years

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Daisuke Takahashi was announced to be the Fuji TV’s caster of Pyeongchang　Olympics. ( modelpress )( mantanweb )(nikkansports)(dogatch)

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seiin-translations · 3 years

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2.43 S1 Chapter 3.1 - The Dog’s View and the Giraffe’s View

1. FRESHERS

If my one accomplishment in life is teaching everyone how cool Odacchi is...I’m okay with that

Translation Notes

1. Volleyball and ballet in Japanese are written in the same way (バレー)

2. Yuichi Nakagaichi is a former volleyball player who played for Japan in the 1992 Olympics

3. Tadahiro Nomura is one of the most famous judo competitors in Japan who won three Olympic gold medals in a row

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When he first entered high school, “Oda” was second from the top for the boys on the class register. The seats in class were temporarily allocated according to student number, so he was second from the front, two files from the window.

However, he couldn’t see the board very well in this seat due to an obstacle. If he were to apply a nicely fitting expression to it, then it would be as though a tree had spurted up from the seat of the chair. An extremely tall back completely blocked his sight. His shoulder blades were at the height of Oda’s line of sight, who was sitting normally.

“Whoa,” Oda bent back in shock, then leaned over his desk and poked the tall guy. “Hey. Hey!”

“Mmm?”

The tall guy twisted his long back around and placed his elbows on the back of his chair. His sleeves of his brand-new blazer, the same as his own, was already a little short at that point in time, his wrists peeking out quite a bit. His arms look long too… Oda, out of habit, imagined how far he could reach if he added the reach of his arms to his height.

“You’re huge. The biggest in this class. How tall are you? Were you the biggest in middle school too? What club are you in?”

“Club? I’m not in any, but…”

When he showered enthusiastic questions on him, the other boy leaned away from him suspiciously. A mild personality could be inferred from his gentle-looking features reminiscent of a horse-like creature, as well as a low voice like his throat was slightly stuffed, coupled with a relaxed way of speaking, however…

“Huh, with that height? You’re kidding, right? What a waste.”

Oda’s eyes widened, and the boy frowned, as though he had said something that hurt his feelings.

“You’re prejudiced to think that if someone’s big, they’re in some kinda sports club. I don’t really like exercise. There’s a lot of guys who say stuff like that, but it’s annoying.”

…He was the type of guy who spoke harshly and without restraint from the first meeting. Oda felt daunted at the gap from his first impression of him, but he immediately collected himself. They would be classmates from now on. It was much better to have someone to state clearly what they hate rather than let it go vaguely.

“Hey, wanna join the volleyball team together? I played it all the way through middle school and was thinking of playing it in high school too.”

“Volleyball? The ball sport?” (1)

After a short while,

“You?”

He said with a faint mockery in his voice. Oda was discouraged. It was the first day of school. Anticipation bounded in his chest and there was still absolutely no reason to doubt his own future.

“Well, it’s true that I’m small now, but I’m gonna grow tall in the future. They say there’re guys who grow thirty centimeters in high school, so I’m sure that I’ll have caught up to you by third year.” For some reason, at that moment he never doubted that he would be as big as the guy in front of him after two years. “And then I’ll be a super ace, like Gaichi.” (2)

“Super ace? What’s that, sounds strong.”

Oda’s eyes sparkled like he had been waiting for that question.

“It’s a team’s coolest, most dependable attacker.”

After that, he enthusiastically talked about how Nakagaichi Yuichi was from Fukui Prefecture and how amazing of a player he was until the new homeroom teacher arrived and made them stop chatting. The tall guy didn’t seem particularly impressed as he listened, but after school that day, he followed Oda, who immediately went to visit the boys’ volleyball team.

This was the second boy in attendance, Oda Shinichiro’s encounter with the first boy in attendance, Aoki Misao, who was one spot before him. That was exactly two years ago from now.

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I. Prohibition of the posting and distribution of flyers other than in designated posting areas

I. Prohibition of any solicitation activities that obstruct traffic, on campus or off campus

I. Prohibition of any solicitation activities accompanied by the transfer of money, goods, privileges, etc.

I. Prohibition of any solicitation activities that could be seen as coercive or intimidating, as well as forcibly making someone join a club

The above was the notice handed down every year by the student council during the welcoming period for new students in early April, but practically no club strictly adhered to those rules. In actuality, the student council took a stance of toleration unless some sort of problem occurred.

That was why, during this season, as soon as school let out, the hallways became so crowded with people that it became difficult to walk. Those who indiscriminately pushed flyers on any new student coming out of their classrooms, those who tried to get their attention by offering sweet conditions such as answers for past exams or joint training camps with girls’ schools, those who wrapped their arms around the new students’ shoulders and trying to bring them into a room, extortion showing through beneath their friendly behaviors—. A large number of flyers were trampled underfoot, staining white like a cherry tree-lined path after a spring storm scattered all the petals.

Oda was considerably fed up with the tumult that filled the hallways, and he advanced through the crowd while hugging his enamel bag to his chest. Although he thought that the student council should manage it a little more, every time he saw the innocent faces of the new students whose shoulders didn’t quite align with their uniforms, he thought that it might be insensitive to say so. Although they were overawed by their upperclassmen’s overbearing approach and backed away, their cheeks were flushed with excitement and anticipation and their eyes were sparkling. He probably had that same face as he walked down this hallway two years ago.

The him from two years ago who triumphantly entered high school with pure anticipation and groundless self-confidence had already somewhat transformed into being part of his dark history, and he felt embarrassed when he recalled it. That was two years ago. At some point during those two years, I think I was forced to acknowledge my own limits…

“Hey, you, yeah you, walking over there.”

Someone heartily placed their arm around his shoulders from behind.

“Ooh, nice abs. If you’re this fit in your first year, you must have been in a decent sports club, right? Which club? Baseball? Soccer? Wanna try judo? You’ll be in the lightweight division at a tournament in no time. If you do soccer, there’s a chance you’ll be on the bench until graduation, you know?”

His abs were being rubbed while a huge guy was leaning on him and making him slouch over. “Hey, stop it!” Oda twisted around and pushed the other person’s elbow aside.

“Ah? Oh, what, it’s Oda. Sorry, sorry. I got it a bit wrong.”

“Not just a bit. You got it completely wrong.”

“Well, you’ll do too, Oda, you’re an instant asset. You can still switch clubs now, right? I’m seeing a second Nomura Tadahiro (3) in you, Odacchi. I don’t care if you’re in two clubs at the same time either, if you want. Let’s accomodate each other, seeing as how we’re both minor clubs.”

“I don’t know who Nomura is. If you have the time to invite third years, then go get a first-year.”

“We already lost all the good first-years. It’s all about soccer for them. I guess judo really is that uncool. It has a stinking image I guess.”

“Well it is uncool. I’m in a hurry.”

He was getting bitter, so he dealt with him bluntly and started walking.

“Odaaaa!” A rough voice chased after him. When he turned around, the stern face of the tall judo club member popping out from above the heads of the students crowding the hallway.

“I’m serious. The only club that wants you is us, you know? You don’t have to do volleyball… Why volleyball of all things?”

It’s none of your business, he cursed in his mind, faced forward, and squeezed through the crowd of people. Even when he thought he got out, his enamel bag that was wider than him got caught and he stumbled backwards. He frustratedly pulled on the strap and held it to his chest once again.

Why volleyball of all things, you ask? He had already asked himself that a long time ago without being told that by others. Did he miss the chance to give up? Maybe if he had switched at an earlier stage, there would be something else he could have displayed his power at? I don’t know, I don’t think there is something like that in this world, but maybe there is.

But, this year would definitely be the year where I’m glad I continued. This year, we’ll definitely get stronger. Even if I can’t do it by myself, the actors are coming together.

A feeling of exhilaration gradually welled up from the pit of his stomach. His steps, which become a bit heavy, lightened. He held his bag, raised his head that was hanging down, and looked forward. Unable to suppress his excitement, he hastened to the room.

For the Nanafu Seiin High School boys’ volleyball team, today was the first day of practice for the new first-years.

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When Oda changed into his practice clothes and went to the gym, the second-years were in the center of preparations with the new first-years helping out as well. When the third-years were all there, they would look good as a team. After all, during his second year, after last year’s third-years retired, there were two people in Oda’s grade and three in the grade below, so the total was a meagre five people. It was a situation where they didn’t even have the head count for a game.

Four provisional admission forms were received three days after the entrance ceremony. That could be called an excellent result. I don’t know how many people will stay after this, but assuming they’ll all join officially…

“Eight people…ah, nine including me?”

How can a court not look so lonely when there’s nine people?

As he stood in place at the gym entrance for a while to take in the scene, Aoki approached him with a wry smile.

“Oi, oi, don’t tell me you’re getting emotional from just this?”

“I’m, I’m not getting emotional!”

He looked away to gloss over the embarrassment. In the first place, his neck got tired when he looked this guy in the eye and talked. Not liking how the shoulders of Aoki, who was standing next to him, trembled slightly as he suppressed his laughter, he made a stern face on purpose.

It was just as Aoki said. How could he be feeling satisfied with this stage? The Inter-High-slash-prefectural qualifiers were at the beginning of June, two months later. He would be picking the starters from these new members at once.

“Whew, this really puts the high in high school.”

A first year said with his mouth wide-open, after the first- and second-years finished putting up the net. He seemed to have volleyball experience. His shoes were Mizuno Volleyball, and you could see that they were worn in. He still has iinnocent, middle school student features, or rather, he seems spoiled, but…he’s big. Though not as big as Aoki, he was definitely over one-eighty. It seemed he would be useful just by having him stand in the center.

“Wanna try hitting one?”

Oda called out as he walked up to the court.

“Is it okay?”

It was a look of irrepressible joy despite his shyness. Yeah, that’s nice. That’s a good face.

“Where are you hitting from? You can just choose your strong spot.”

“Then, I’ll start from the back, right in the middle.”

He was a bit surprised that he requested to do back row attacks without hesitation. Not center, but a side hitter? The first-year flexibly used his knees to bounce twice before lightly running to the court end. “Kanno, give him a pass.” The second-year Kanno picked up the ball Aoki rolled to him and assumed the position of receiver. Oda went to the setter’s position, close to the right front. His position wasn’t originally setter, but he wanted to get a first taste of this raw material to see how good he was.

Kanno sent forward a light overhand pass. As a preliminary test, Oda started with a slow high set—

“Oi!?”

The first-year kicked the floor with his legs, and by the time the ball might or might not have left Oda’s fingertips, he was already jumping. It almost looked like the floor itself had elasticity and added power to his jump—he was that high! And not just that, but far! His body, which was bent back like a bow, jumped nearly three meters in one go from the front of the attack line to the net.

But of course, the set didn’t meet him at all. Before Oda’s high set even reached the top of its parabola, the first-year refreshingly and very energetically attempted to hit it and missed, and unable to kill his momentum, went under the net and tumbled all the way to the other side of the court. There was even time for Kanno to nonchalantly walk right underneath the ball and catch it as it fell after drawing a huge arc.

“O…oi, are you okay!?”

He was stunned for a moment, but then realized what happened and rushed over. They couldn’t afford to have a new team member get injured on the very first day. “Sorry—!” The first-year said. He was relieved to see him suddenly raise his upper body up from his spread-legged forward bending position, looking surprisingly unconcerned.

He’s pretty flexible…with that height…? From Oda’s experience, big guys had stiff bodies. He himself was fairly flexible, having properly did stretches since middle school. He secretly thought that it was one of the few physical advantages he possessed. This first-year had easily overturned that. This is a bit…no, very frustrating.

But, what was that timing just now? Didn’t he jump after he saw the set? “Huh, that’s weird,” the first-year muttered to himself, tilting his head.

“Well, that’s enough entertainment for now. Assemble!”

Aoki clapped his hands and called the other team members over.

Facing the captain and vice-captain Oda and Aoki, the three second-years and four first-years stood on the right wing and left wing respectively, standing moderately spread out. Kanno was also participating today’s gym use day, so it felt good to see everyone’s faces and start the new year off right. The new members, including that astounding first-year from just a moment ago, looked a little nervous, their cheeks unconsciously slackening with their innocence.

Aoki handed him the forms they were made to fill out when they tentatively joined the team. He flipped through the four forms in his hand. The provisional admission form had a common format for all clubs, requiring students to write down the club they wanted to join, class, full name, and middle school. Obviously, all four forms had “boys’ volleyball team” written for the first item. That one line written in poor handwriting on each of them was dazzling…If he got emotional here, Aoki would laugh at him again.

“Now, we’ll have each first-year introduce themselves. Class, name, middle school, height, and position if you have experience. If there’s another position you want, you can say it. If you don’t know because you’re a first-timer, don’t worry. First is…”

He read aloud the first form.

“Nagato Ryo. Where are you?”

The first-year on the far left answered with “Here!” almost immediately. He wasn’t badly built either. He remembered seeing his face at the middle school prefecturals last year.

“Nagato Ryo from Class 1-E. I’m from Monshiro Middle. My height is probably around one-seventy-eight now. My position was pretty much the center.”

Fourth in the prefecture, Monshiro Middle. He exchanged a glance with Aoki and nodded.

“All right, next. Kuroba Yuuji.”

This time, there was no one who answered immediately.

“Hmm?”

He looked up from the sheet of paper. The one who had introduced himself as Nagato earlier poked the person to the right of him with his elbow. It was the first year who had swung and missed earlier who answered “Here” while looking down with Nagato’s elbow in his side.

“Kuroba Yuuji from 1-C, I’m from Monshiro Middle, now I’m probably one-eighty-three or four or something like that. I played left-side and right-side…”

While talking, that Kuroba was glowering at Nagato next to him. When he looked, he saw that Nagato had his hand to his mouth with his shoulders shaking.

“What’s going on here?”

The two’s faces stiffened when Oda’s tone turned sharp, but…

“It’s nothing. I’m Kuroba Yuuji.”

Kuroba named himself again while seemingly reluctantly giving Nagato the side-eye, a “pff” sound burst out from Nagato’s mouth.

“…Senpai. It’s Yuni. The reading.”

Kanno interjected from among the second-year right side players. “Ah,” Kuroba said and turned protesting eyes to Kanno. Come to think of it, Kanno was also from Monshiro Middle.

“Well, if that’s true then say it earlier. Why didn’t you correct me?”

“It’s fine. I will change my name starting today.”

Kuroba said with a solemn face while the tips of his ears were bright red. “You’re gonna change your name starting today?” Oda’s temple twitched. Is this guy an idiot? Nagato was clutching his stomach and bending over like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Senpai, apparently his name got laughed at a lot in his new class today. When he was asked the reason for it, he said it was Yuni from ‘universe’, and everyone said it was a super over-the-top name. That’s why you’re sulking, right, Yuni?”

“Shut up…no one said anything in middle school.”

“Nah, I thought that too, but I knew you since first grade so I missed the timing.”

“Say, say stuff like that earlier! You’re making my wounds worse.”

The other two first-years, who had been just standing there with confused faces at the back-and-forth between the graduates of the same middle school, laughed reservedly. “Sto-stop laughing at me!” Kuroba said, aghast. Oda sighed.

“Isn’t it fine, Yuni from ‘universe’? Who named you?”

When he interjected, all four of them reflexively straightened their postures and contained their laughter. “Grandpa did…” Kuroba answered embarrassedly with his head hung. “The Buddhist priest at the temple decided the number of character strokes and read it as Hirohito at first, but Grandpa said he changed the reading since he wanted it to mean ‘May you be able to reach the universe…’”

The person himself didn’t seem to like it very much, but Oda was impressed by that origin. That’s nice…he thought again. The other first years other than Nagato seemed to have come out of their shells with this episode. They were already familiarly whispering and poking each other. He made the people around him like him, perhaps because he had a strange, hopelessly unguarded character to him. There was a big difference between having a moodmaker like that on the team and not having one. And of course, the first thing his eyes were drawn to were the height he was blessed with, and the jump power he displayed earlier. The suppleness of the body led to less chances of injury.

That’s nice…but…it’s frustrating. Two feelings were jumbled within him—the sincere feelings of welcome as a captain, and envy mixed with jealousy as a fellow attacker.

“Kuroba Yuni, eh. I don’t approve the name change, so keep it. Okay, next!”

When he turned over another temporary club entry form, he saw that there were no more people from Monshiro Middle School. He looked over them starting with the last one first, just to be sure, but that was also wrong. I assumed that he’d be among these four, but…

“Kuroba, Nagato, there’s another guy coming here from your school, right?”

The two first-years, who had gone from poking each other to joking around with each other, immediately froze. Kuroba’s reaction was especially conspicuous. His smiling face stiffened in an instant, and his huge body seemed like it shrank a size.

“What’s wrong?”

The two made noncommittal answers and looked away from Oda.

“Haijima goes here, doesn’t he? Haijima—Kimichika.”

When Oda impatiently repeated that, Nagato gave Kuroba’s profile a meaningful glance before nervously speaking.

“That guy, Haijima, stopped showing up to practice after prefecturals, and he doesn’t seem to be playing volleyball anymore.”

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#2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu #2.43: seiin high school boys volleyball club #2.43 book 1 #2.43 translation

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trendingph · 3 years

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Paralympic flame in Tokyo | ABS-CBN News Judoka Tadahiro Nomura, actress Satomi Ishihara and Paralympian Aki Taguchi light the Paralympic flame during the Tokyo 2020 Paralympic flame lighting ceremony at the state guest house in Tokyo, Japan, August 20, 2021. REUTERS/Thomas P... https://trendingph.net/paralympic-flame-in-tokyo-abs-cbn-news/?feed_id=339552&_unique_id=611fc593dc40b

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toriexpress · 3 years

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Naomi Osaka lights Olympic flame in poignant ceremony (Photos)

World No. 2 tennis player, Naomi Osaka, who represents Japan, was given the honour to serve as the final Olympic torchbearer for the Tokyo Olympic Games, lighting the Olympic flame during Friday’s Opening Ceremony of the delayed Tokyo 2020 Games. The first two torchbearers were former Olympic athletes Tadahiro Nomura and Saori Yoshida, who passed it off tobaseball legends Shigeo Nagashima,…

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9jabreed · 3 years

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Tokyo 2020 Olympics: Naomi Osaka lights Olympic cauldron at Opening Ceremony (Photos)

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judoforum · 3 years

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Teddy Riner tras su tercer oro olímpico.

El diez veces campeón del mundo llega a Tokyo con la ilusión puesta en conseguir su tercer oro olímpico, igualando a Nomura Tadahiro. Esto hará que Riner entre en la historia de los yudocas más grandes. Pero para saber más de él, os invitamos a que visitéis el siguiente enlace: La leyenda francesa del judo Teddy Riner ha hablado con Olympics.com a falta de una semana para los Juegos Olímpicos…

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hoicodo · 3 years

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IOC dự kiến thu hẹp quy mô lễ khai mạc Olympic Tokyo

Ủy ban Olympic quốc tế (IOC) dự kiến sẽ giới hạn số vận động viên tham dự lễ khai mạc Thế vận hội mùa Hè Tokyo ở mức 6.000 người – khoảng 50% dự tính trước đó – trong bối cảnh các nhà tổ chức thực hiện các biện pháp ngăn chặn nguy cơ lây lan của đại dịch COVID-19. Vận động viên Nhật Bản ba lần giành Huy chương Vàng Olympic Saori Yoshida (trái) và Tadahiro Nomura (phải) giơ cao ngọn đuốc Olympic…

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Tokyo Games postponement appears inevitable as countries grow impatient with IOC #ศาสตร์เกษตรดินปุ๋ย

#ศาสตร์เกษตรดินปุ๋ย : ขอบคุณแหล่งข้อมูล : หนังสือพิมพ์ The Nation

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Tokyo Games postponement appears inevitable as countries grow impatient with IOC Mar 24. 2020

Wrestler Saori Yoshida, left, and judoka Tadahiro Nomura, both three-time Olympic champions, light the torch from the Olympic flame in…

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ओलंपिक स्थगित नहीं होगा, IOC अध्यक्ष ने कहा- हालात पर है हमारी नजर

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ओलंपिक स्थगित नहीं होगा, IOC अध्यक्ष ने कहा- हालात पर है हमारी नजर

टोक्यो में इस साल 24 जुलाई से है ओलंपिक

कोरोना महामारी से सहमा हुआ है खेल जगत

कोरोना महामारी के बीच अंतरराष्ट्रीय ओलंपिक समिति (IOC) के अध्यक्ष थॉमस बाक ने स्पष्ट किया है कि टोक्यो ओलंपिक का आयोजन तय समय से होगा. थॉमस बाक ने कहा कि आईओसी अपने कार्यबल और विश्व स्वास्थ्य संगठन की सलाह पर अमल करेगी. टोक्यो ओलंपिक गेम्स 24 जुलाई से 9 अगस्त तक होंगे. आईओसी के अध्यक्ष थॉमस बाक ने कहा कि खेलों को रद्द करने का सवाल ही नहीं उठता.

उन्होंने कहा, ‘हम अलग-अलग परिदृश्यों पर विचार कर रहे हैं, लेकिन अभी ओलंपिक में साढ़े चार महीने बाकी हैं. अभी खेलों को स्थगित करना जल्दबाजी होगी. अभी तक तो हमें कार्यबल से कोई सुझाव मिला भी नहीं है.’

The Olympic flame has landed in Japan. 🇯🇵 #Tokyo2020

Olympic medallists 🥇 Tadahiro Nomura and Saori Yoshida were at Matsushima Air Base to welcome the flame.

With the #OlympicTorchRelay #HopeLightsOurWay for the areas affected by the Great East Earthquake of 2011. pic.twitter.com/TVvmsDnnRH

— #Tokyo2020 (@Tokyo2020) March 20, 2020

थॉमस बाक हालांकि पहले ही कह चुके हैं कि स्वास्थ्य सर्वोपरि है और आईओसी वित्तीय हितों को ध्यान में रखकर कोई फैसला नहीं लेगी. उन्होंने कहा, ‘हमें नहीं पता कि यह कितना लंबा चलेगा, लेकिन हम चाहते हैं कि इस सुरंग के आखिरी छोर पर ओलंपिक मशाल की रोशनी हो.’

कोरोना वायरस के कारण दुनियाभर में मरने वालों की संख्या बढ़कर शुक्रवार को 10,030 हो गई है. जबकि कन्फर्म मामलों की कुल संख्या 244,523 हो गई है.

आजतक के नए ऐप से अपने फोन पर पाएं रियल टाइम अलर्ट और सभी खबरें. डाउनलोड करें

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La decisión de seguir con las fechas no convence en Japón

Los Juegos Olímpicos de Tokio 2020, llamados a ser un momento de orgullo para el país huésped, se han convertido en un foco de incertidumbre para los japoneses frente a la decisión del COI de continuar los preparativos para las fechas programadas pese a la pandemia del coronavirus.

“Los Juegos deberían posponerse por la pandemia”, indica Minami Yoshida, economista de 24 abriles, que adicionalmente señala con preocupación la condición de estimular la heredad para cubrir las pérdidas que esto pudiera suponer.

Siete de cada diez nipones no ven posible que los Juegos se celebren entre el 24 de julio y el 9 de agosto, según una sondeo publicada por la agencia Kyodo solo un día antiguamente del comunicado en el que el COI apostó por permanecer los preparativos para esas fechas.

Juegos en octubre “La selección de los atletas no está finalizada todavía. Muchas iban a acabar en torno a abril y mayo… Ese proceso está ‘jodido’ por el Covid-19”, dice Toshio Matsushima, patrón de 65 abriles, quien recuerda que los Juegos de 1964, incluso en Tokio, tuvieron ocupación en octubre. “El 10 de octubre de 1964 hicimos la ceremonia de apertura con todos los atletas de cada país. Quizás sería mejor aplazarlos hasta la misma fecha que los de 1964”, reflexiona.

La incertidumbre se ha conocido agravada por una cláusula del resolución de compra-venta de las entradas para las competiciones que establece que en caso de abrogación por “fuerza mayor”, entre las que se incluye una emergencia de vitalidad pública, la ordenamiento no devolvería el mosca pagado.

Aunque el retraso parece más probable que la abrogación, los poseedores de los más de 3,2 millones de entradas ya vendidas temen perder el mosca invertido en ellas.

“No creo que sea inteligente celebrar los Juegos como si nada en esta situación”, opina Kiichi Yamamoto, fotógrafo de 25 abriles, que enfatiza que se comercio de “un problema internacional” que deberán solucionar desde el COI y no solo desde la ordenamiento japonesa. Como muchos otros de sus compatriotas, Yamamoto cree que, finalmente, el COI cambiará de opinión y pospondrá los Juegos a un momento más propicio para su celebración.

Llegó la candela Pese a ello, el Comité Olímpico Internacional decidió el martes seguir delante con las fechas previstas e hizo suyas las palabras del primer ministro japonés, Shinzo Abe, sobre “celebrar los Juegos como prueba de que la humanidad puede vencer al nuevo coronavirus”. La candela olímpica aterrizó ayer en Japón en la pulvínulo marcial aérea de Matsushima, en el noreste del país, donde fue recibida por varios centenares de personas en el foráneo de las instalaciones pese a las recomendaciones del Gobierno japonés de no formar multitudes para evitar nuevos contagios

El campeón de yudo Tadahiro Nomura y la luchadora Saori Yoshida, ganadora de tres oros olímpicos (Atenas 2004, Pekín 2008 y Londres 2012), fueron los encargados de subir a dar asilo la hachón, que el próximo día 26 empezará un periplo por relevos de 121 días por todo el región japonés.

from La Crónica Coruña https://lacronicacoruna.com/la-decision-de-seguir-con-las-fechas-no-convence-en-japon/

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[GOLDEN KAMUY] Translation: Interview with Noda Satoru & Ookuma Hakkou, January 2016

Corrections and suggestions are welcome! Translations were originally posted on my Twitter account and privatter.

Original interview

Q: Golden Kamuy was voted number two by male readers in “Kono Manga ga Sugoi! 2016”. First of all, please tell us your honest feeling about it.

Noda: It’s awful. Position no. 2 is for the loser.

Q: Too bad, yeah.

Noda: No-one will remember you if you’re not number 1. Can you name the opponents when (judoka) Nomura (Tadahiro) won the Olympics gold three times in a row?

Q: No, I can’t immediately recall.

Noda: It’s like that.

Q: When Golden Kamuy’s first volume was released, it was also placed second in March 2015’s Kono Manga ga Sugoi! Ranking as voted by men.

Noda: Did it feel great when Nomura got silver medal? It’s like that.

Q: Despite using judo as an analogy, thank you for the easy-to-understand explanation. By the way, in both rankings, the number one spot went to…

Noda: Unforgivable Dungeon Meshi.

Q: How was the response at the beginning of the serialization? Managing editor (ME, Ookuma Hakkou): Since the beginning of serialization, Golden Kamuy has thankfully always got good results in polls, so I was confident that “it could sell”. That’s why, although I had felt just wanting to publish volume 1 quick, we confidently published (the first two volumes) in two consecutive months. (Golden Kamuy vol 1 was published in February 2015, vol 2 was in March 2015. – ty.) Q: It’s indeed an unusual way of releasing comic books. ME: There are various benefits of releasing comic books in two consecutive months. First, for the readers, reading the next volume while interest is still high spares them the anxiety of waiting, right. If the next volume is going to be published next month, book sellers will put it on display without returning the previous volume to the publisher. If the first volume sells more than expected and has to be urgently reprinted, the reprints of the previous volume can be put along with the next volume at the book store. Q: In terms of sales, there are quite a lot of benefits. However, if you are not sure about being able to sell it, it’s something that’s hard to do, isn’t it. ME: Regarding Golden Kamuy, I was… sure, but still, when I got the request for reprint, I fell on my knees out of joy and relief (laughs) Q: How about you, Noda-sensei? How did you react to the responses at the beginning of the serialization? Noda: I thought my editor told me the results, but I don’t remember the contents. I only remember drawing while thinking with conviction “There is no way it doesn’t sell!” Q: I see. Are you worried about readers’ reaction? Noda: Of course I want to know. I can’t check the Internet too often, but I feel happy if I receive fanletters. Nowadays, handwriting a letter takes great effort. The letter being handwritten itself already conveys the writer’s feelings. Q: Where did you get inspiration for Golden Kamuy? My great grandfather went to the Russo-Japanese war and took part in the 203-Meter Hill Battle as a tondenhei. (Tondenhei were soldiers in the Meiji era sent to Hokkaido to guard & develop the island - ty.) I wanted to make a manga of his story when I got the chance. Then after my previous work, Supinamarada!, ended, my managing editor suggested “How about making a manga about hunting set in Hokkaido?”Then I thought I’d make the protagonist a young man who’s just returned from the Russo-Japanese war. Q: So at first you began planning a manga about hunting? Noda: That’s right. But if it’s only about hunting, I would quickly run out of materials, so I decided to throw in various other elements. Q: I think that the various elements that are linked intricately is what makes this work distinctive. Noda: The Ainu, the legend of hidden gold, Hijikata Toshizou, the jailbreak king.. even the incident with brown bear, are truly parts of Hokkaido’s history. I picked up the elements that I think interesting from all those things about Hokkaido. Q: (asking the editor) When Noda-sensei sent you the idea, plot, and such, what was your impression? ME: “This is it!” Before that, I’ve been exchanging a lot of ideas with Noda-sensei. Each of them was interesting. But the moment I read the draft of this work, I felt like I could hear the sound ‘click’!

Q: The Ainu culture is among the various elements present in Golden Kamuy. Up until now, there were so few manga that portray the Ainu culture. Why did you choose this subject? Noda: Actually until now there are so few of them. Does it not feel fresh for the readers? I think that since it is a delicate subject, people recoil from it. It brings along dark images of prosecution, discrimination, and such. But I was convinced that if I make an Ainu-themed manga that is cheerful and interesting, it can become popular. Even the Ainu people whom I met to gather data told me, “Please do not portray miserable Ainu people anymore. Please draw strong Ainu people.” Q: Speaking of that, how was the decision by the editorial team taken? Especially because lately there is a tendency of high demand for political correctness. ME: The serialization meeting of the editorial team agreed on it unanimously. Thankfully, the editorial team is frank about whether something is interesting or not. However, since neither the editorial team nor our company had much experience and knowledge about the theme, they told us “You need to be prepared well”. As for Noda-sensei, during the meeting when he presented the material, he said “I’m prepared”, so there was no problem. Noda: Although it’s a delicate subject, I think any trouble that arises from it is not caused by malice, but because of ignorance. That’s why I make this manga while researching and asking experts as much as possible. In addition, I think it’s okay to draw various Ainu people: strong ones, sly ones. Because they too are human. Q: How’s the reaction to that? Noda: I think the Ainu people understand my seriousness about this. I’m glad that I receive a lot of nice responses from the parties concerned with the Ainu.

Q: The title is made up of an English word (Golden) and an Ainu word (Kamuy). How did you decide on the title? Noda: ‘Golden’ means the colour of gold. In another word, shit. Q: Huh?? Noda: The Ainu believe gods (kamuy) exist in everything, so there must be kamuy in shit too. I lied. Q: Please. (laughs) Noda: Even until now my father cannot name the title of my previous work, Supinamarada! correctly. No matter how often I correct him, he always calls it ‘Marada’. “This is bad,” I thought. I must come up with a title that can stick to the memory fast. Q: "Golden Kamuy" is indeed easy to remember. Noda: Still, there are people who say it’s uncool. But I think the content would sweep away any such impression. “Robocop”… Is there any movie fan that call this title uncool? It’s like that. Q: I see. Hinna Hinna Ainu Dishes Q: Golden Kamuy is quite full of well-drawn food and cooking scenes. Noda: As I said earlier, at the initial stage of the concept, the keyword was ‘hunting’. I think ‘hunting’ includes everything from catching an animal and eating the meat, using the fur and bone to make daily goods, to selling the goods to get money. So depiction of food was naturally part of it. Q: I see. Since I understand how rich Ainu culture is, personally I’m always looking forward to scenes of Asirpa cooking. Noda: When I was researching, I found that Ainu’s food culture was so interesting it can’t be ignored. The utensils, the designs are so nice, I really wanted to draw them in details. Q: Many readers, when they see cooking scenes in Golden Kamuy, think “The food looks delicious!” Noda: I think that’s the effect of the repeated “citatap”. It makes you want to try saying simple Ainu words like ‘hinna’ or ‘osoma’, right… Q: “Osoma”… That word is popular. Noda: It would be great if it’s chosen as ‘Buzzword of the Year’. I want to be able to say “Eat that shit!” Q: Since I don’t have knowledge about Ainu food, I would like to ask you a question. At every opportunity, Asirpa tells Sugimoto and Shiraishi to eat animal brains, but is it common in Ainu culture? Noda: What do you mean? Q: In other words, I wonder if Asirpa does that to know their reactions, just like a Japanese asking a foreign tourist to eat natto? Noda: Oh no, according to the notes of Ainu women born in the Meiji era, they really ate the brains of any animal they caught, with a sprinkle of salt. The Ainu are not the only hunters that eat the brains of deer and other animals. Q: Ah, so it’s a common eating habit. Noda: I have also been pushed to eat the brains of a badger, it was delicious. It was hinna. That’s why I think Asirpa tells Sugimoto and Shiraishi to eat it because she truly thinks it’s delicious. Q: So sensei has really eaten it.. Noda: When we went to Hokkaido for collecting data, we picked newly sprouting pine leaves, and the editor, the cameraman, and I put them into our mouths, and the three of us spat them out at the same time. Q: Oh, the same reaction as in Book 3, Chapter 22! By the way, of the foods and animals you’ve drawn so far in Golden Kamuy, which ones are your favourite? Noda: Maybe the otter head. Since I have no data about how the cooked head looks like, I just drew it out of imagination while looking at an otter skull. But a chef specializing in game animals praised me “You drew it well”. As for animals that I like, I think it’s the brown bear. In Golden Kamuy, it’s become a useful summon beast. By the way I have a rug made of the fur of a big brown bear … Q: What! Noda: Sometimes I put it over my head and re-create the entrance scene of Clara’s grandmother. Alone. (Noda was referring to a scene from Heidi anime below)

Q: Alone! ---End of this article. The continuation of the interview was published in another article. ---

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