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So I'm currently listening to the audiobook of Shōgun by James Clavell (historic Japanese novel, takes place, so far, in 1600, suuuuuuuper looooooong) and I'm a little less than 1/5th of the way through, and I've learned a bunch of Japanesey stuff, so it's cool. But the number one thing I'm learning is that it would ( Read more... )
So I'm currently listening to the audiobook of Shōgun by James Clavell (historic Japanese novel, takes place, so far, in 1600, suuuuuuuper looooooong) and I'm a little less than 1/5th of the way through, and I've learned a bunch of Japanesey stuff, so it's cool. But the number one thing I'm learning is that it would ( Read more... )
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I read somewhere that the samurai didn't disembowel themselves. They were killed by someone that they picked. The process was intensely political; the person picked wouldn't gain much honor by doing it, but stood to lose significant status if they botched it. And maybe that was the point. To piss your suicide surrogate off so much that it guaranteed a good death.
Samurai Brenna: I dropped Lady Donna's hat! She says she's cool with it, but I just know she wants me to die horribly. Will you do me the honor of spilling my entrails onto the floor?
Samurai Wendy: Of course. I'm honored to be asked. *sips tea*
Samurai Wendy's inner thoughts: Oh Brenna, what have I ever done to you that you would ask me to risk my honor like this? Did I covet your favorite sword? Did I commit some other infraction not so easily expressed as a double entendre? Oh, you devious spawn of the land of wind and demons, I swear on my life that you will die well. And then some!!!!
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