By Stephen Phelan
LIFESTYLE OCT. 14, 2011 - 11:32PM
JST
TOKYO —
The last living ninja is not hard to find. He lives and works in
Noda City, a shabby satellite of Tokyo, dispensing wisdom from the
Hombu dojo, a cramped training hall under the railway tracks.
The interior is cool and dark, lined with portraits, candles and
racks of arcane edged weapons—a shrine, within a gallery, within an
armory.
In the middle of this room on a Sunday afternoon, Grandmaster
Masaaki Hatsumi will teach anyone who wants to learn.
The art of the ninja is not necessarily a secret, though the
lessons are often painful. And today is my first.
“If you do this correctly, you are breaking the cheek,” says
Hatsumi via a translator, demonstrating a casual, almost offhand
chop to the face of a young, fit and muscular Australian student,
who must be roughly quarter his age.
Practice makes deadly
At his next birthday, Hatsumi will be 80 years old, but he claims
to be a student himself, even after more than half a century of
practice.
In that time, he has become instructor and spiritual leader to more
than 100,000 followers of his combat system, Bujinkan Budo
Taijutsu. Most of these are not Japanese, but many make the
pilgrimage to train with Hatsumi in Noda City.
My training partner for the day, German policeman and veteran
martial artist Dirk Rummel, describes his own visit to the Hombu
dojo as a “musha shugyou,” or “warrior’s journey.”
“I think it is important to get to the roots of the Bujinkan,” says
Rummel, politely knocking me to the floor.
The Bujinkan is in fact a modern amalgam of nine traditional
schools of Japanese martial arts, three of which have been
historically linked to the teaching of ninja-related techniques,
now collectively known as “ninjutsu.” This is good enough for
me.
Ninja boom
I came to honor my own childhood masters, having grown up in
Ireland at the height of the so-called “ninja boom”—that period of
the early 1980s when Japanese shadow warriors infiltrated the West
by way of cheap, violent B movies, cartoons and comic books.
I spent a large part of my youth in thrall to these super-sneaks
and death merchants. I thought I saw them in the bright green
bushes of suburban Dublin, and resented my parents for their
failure to train me from birth in the use of poisons, disguises,
and wicked-pointed throwing-stars.
Today, I am told that actual, historical ninjas of feudal Japan had
nothing to do with the acrobat assassins of folk tales and pop
culture.
According to Hatsumi, who has written several books on the subject,
the originators of his art were a hardy rural underclass of
paramilitary mountain clans, possessed of esoteric skills and
philosophies passed down from the exiled generals and mystics of
Tang dynasty China.
Unbroken line
His own authority is inherited from the 33 grandmasters who
preceded him, in a lineage which supposedly traces back to Daisuke
Nishina, the 12th-century founder of the Togakure Ryu school.
He also admits that there is not much documentary evidence for any
of this, besides the surviving scrolls that outline the basic
techniques.
The ninja tradition is kept alive by word of mouth, and by physical
application. Knowledge is all very well, says Hatsumi.
“It gives us law, and culture and science. But knowledge is not
enough. It must be balanced out with Budo, which can never be
explained. It can only be understood by doing.”
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His zen-like aphorisms sound all the more persuasive when
emphasized with gentle and masterful violence.
“You must become a fleck of dust, or snow or garbage in the air,”
says Hatsumi of another technique, stepping breezily to the side of
an onrushing wooden staff and nudging it back against his
assailant, who ends up prone on the floor with the stick pressed
hard into the hinge of his jaw, like a lever for prying his head
off.
Satisfying smackdown
The nuances of these movements are difficult for a beginner to
follow, and I prove no more adroit than Winnie the Pooh in trying
to emulate the Grandmaster’s effortless strikes, blocks and
dodges.
“We are all beginners,” he assures me, and I start to understand
the faith that he inspires in so many others.
“Hai, okay, play,” says Hatsumi with each demonstration, as if we
are children. But when I suddenly get it right, and my new friend
Dirk goes down like he’s supposed to, I do feel more like a little
kid than a lethal weapon—ecstatic and mystified.
The Bujinkan welcomes new members.
Anyone interested in joining or attending a class at the Hombu dojo
should contact the office directly. Beginners can attend only
certain classes, including the Sunday afternoon session. Check
the website for further details.
Bujinkan Dojo Hombu Office, 636 Noda, Noda City, Chiba, 278-8691,
+81 (0) 4 7122 2020.
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