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Sushi Showdown at 300km/h
Onboard the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Kyoto, a well-dressed businessman named Mr. Tanaka sat down with a mission: to eat his ekiben (station lunchbox) with the precision and grace of a tea ceremony.
He opened the box. It was sushi—delicately arranged, pristine, and whispering “I’m expensive.” He adjusted his tie. Cleared his throat. Picked up a piece of tuna nigiri.
Then the train hit a curve at 300km/h.
His chopsticks flinched. The tuna launched like a fighter jet.
It flew in glorious slow motion and smack!—landed squarely on the lap of a sleeping foreign tourist.
The tourist awoke in confusion, looked down, picked up the sushi, and said with a smile, “Is this included in the ticket?”
Mr. Tanaka, mortified, bowed so many times he nearly disappeared. But instead of outrage, the whole car burst into laughter. The tourist handed back the tuna like a peace offering, and Mr. Tanaka accepted it like a samurai receiving a fallen comrade.
From that day, Mr. Tanaka no longer eats sushi on curves. He sticks to rice balls. They don’t fly.
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Deep in rural Japan, where rice fields stretch longer than rush-hour apologies, lived an elderly man named Hiroshi, a retired kendo instructor who still wore his hakama every day because “jeans are for cowards.”
One hot summer afternoon, Hiroshi walked to his local train station, as he did every day, to buy his favorite canned coffee from a vending machine. But this time, disaster struck.
The machine ate his 130 yen.
He stood there. Staring.
A normal person might call customer service.
Not Hiroshi.
He unsheathed his bokken (wooden sword, which he always carried because you never know), bowed deeply to the machine, and shouted, “Prepare yourself, dishonorable box!”
He began sparring with the vending machine. A crowd gathered. Nobody dared interrupt. The station manager arrived… and also did not interrupt, because it was a perfect form. Sweaty but graceful.
After a dramatic men-uchi (strike to the head), the machine—miraculously—rattled, buzzed, and ding!
Out popped not one, but three canned coffees.
The crowd cheered.
And to this day, a small sign is taped to that vending machine: “Respect your elders. Especially if they carry a sword.”