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2015-01-23 22:17    ヴィトン 財布 メンズ
"If you were getting it for me, you shouldn't have. I don't think I can drink another drop." "Aw, come now," Baiken insisted. "You said you wanted to hear more about the chain-ball-sickle. I'll tell you everything I know, but let's have a few drinks while we're talking." When Iwa returned with the sake, Baiken poured some into a heating* jar, put it on the fire, and talked at great length about the chain-ball-sickle and ways to use it to advantage in actual combat. The best thing about it, he told Musashi, was that, unlike a sword, it gave the enemy no time to defend himself. Also, before attacking the enemy directly, it was possible to snatch his weapon away from him with the chain. A skillful throw of the chain, a sharp* yank, and the enemy had no more sword. Still seated, Baiken demonstrated a stance*. "You see, you hold the sickle in your left hand and the ball in your right. If the enemy comes at you, you take him on with the blade, then hurl the ball at his face. That's one way." Changing positions, he went on, "Now, in this case, when there's some space between you and the enemy, you take his weapon away with the chain. It doesn't make any difference what kind of weapon it is—sword, lance, wooden staff, or* whatever." Baiken went on and on, telling Musashi about ways of throwing the ball, about the ten or more oral* traditions concerning the weapon, about how the chain was like a snake, about how it was possible by cleverly alternating* the movements of the chain and the sickle to create optical* illusions and cause the enemy's defense to work to his own detriment*, about all the secret ways of using the weapon. Musashi was fascinated. When he heard talk like this, he listened with his whole body, eager to absorb every detail. The chain. The sickle. Two hands... As he listened, the seeds of other thoughts formed in his mind. "The sword can be used with one hand, but a man has two hands...." The second bottle of sake was empty. While Baiken had drunk a good deal, he pressed* even more on Musashi, who had* far surpassed his limit and was drunker than he ever had been before. "Wake up!" Baiken called to his wife. "Let our guest sleep there. You and I can sleep in the back room. Go spread some bedding." The woman did not budge*. "Get up!" Baiken said more loudly. "Our guest is tired. Let him go to bed now." His wife's feet were nice* and warm now; getting up would be uncomfortable. "You said he could sleep in the smithy with Iwa," she mumbled. "Enough* of your back talk. Do as I say!" She got up in a huff* and stalked* off to the back room. Baiken took the sleeping baby in his arms and said, "The quilts are old, but the fire's right here beside you. If you get thirsty, there's hot water on it for tea. Go to bed. Make yourself comfortable." He, too, went into the back room. When the woman came back to exchange pillows, the sullenness* was gone from her face. "My husband's very drunk too," she said, "and he's probably tired from his trip. He says he plans to sleep late, so make yourself comfortable and sleep as long as you want. Tomorrow I'll give you a nice hot breakfast." "Thanks." Musashi could think of nothing more to say. He could hardly wait to get out of his leather socks and cloak. "Thanks a lot."