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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vigilance" data-source="post: 814794" data-attributes="member: 4275">The spectators whispered, wondering what the two men were saying.  Usually these little affairs were fun, like something out of a movie.  Instead the old man was talking to the handlers in Japanese, and, unusual for them, they seemed to be showing him a great deal of deference.  However, with apparent reluctance, the head handler finally shook his head in a firm “No”.Finally, in disgust, the young man in the air force fatigues in the center of the ring of onlookers pushed through the crowd.  “Look, old man, some of us have business to attend to here, you know?”The old man turned, looking up at the much larger American.  “I am not here to fight.  I am looking for my daughter.  I heard she was here.”The young soldier coughed, grinning, “I know a lot of Japanese girls, maybe I know her.”The old man turned his back on the soldier, again speaking to the handlers in low tones, their Japanese unintelligible.  The men again began shaking their heads, almost sadly.“Hey, old man, don’t turn your back on me.”The soldier grabbed the old man by the shoulder, intending to spin him around, but man reached up and grabbed his hand, in the center, with only two fingers.  Suddenly the soldier was on his knees, pain exploding in a fireworks display, writhing in agony.  The old man twisted his arm behind his back, replacing it with one foot, pinning the large man casually to the ground.  Penetrating gray eyes raked the crowd as the first hint of impatience entered the old man’s voice.“I am not here to fight.  I am Ishinomori Katsumoto. My daughter is named Brianna.  I am looking for her.  This is not the place for her.”The handler stepped forward, handing the old man a card.  “This is where your daughter is Sensei.”The old man took his foot off the soldier’s arm.  The soldier gasped, trying to move his arm, but it just hung, limp, numb and useless from his shoulder.Katsumoto fixed the handler with his gaze, and his voice was steel.  “You gave one of these to my daughter.”The young handler nodded, unable to speak.The old man turned and walked away.</blockquote>

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