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[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Pirates: Geordo's Another End

All of the summaries I have written so far are available in the Hamefura Pirates Summary Index.

Katarina hesitates to take Keith with them since he still looks sick. She suggests he rests in the sick bay while Geordo and she take care of things. Keith protests, but Katarina insists they will be alright and sends him back to bed.

Katarina and Geordo leave Keith and head to the door of the sick bay. Geordo knocks out the guard in an instant. Katarina is amazed that Geordo can use shime-wazas (chokeholds). She wonders where he learned it but decides she shouldn't think about it too deeply.

The ship's doctor and the others in the sick bay are shocked after seeing Geordo knock out the guard. Geordo apologizes and tells the ship's doctor he will leave the pirates in his care. The ship's doctor asks him what he intends to do. Geordo replies he will set out to investigate the situation. He advises the doctor not to tie the hands and feet of the knocked-out guards and to pretend he was knocked out too.

Geordo has promptly stripped the pirates of their weapons. He has retrieved a saber and a gun but keeps both of them. Katarina guesses that Geordo doesn't want her to carry weapons.

Geordo and Katarina leave the sick bay. They stealthily head towards the restricted area while being careful not to be found by pirates.

Katarina is scared of what would happen if the pirates found them. She feels like the pirate would probably be pretty mad at them and that she could easily meet her doom if that happened.

Katarina looks at Geordo and notices the saber in his hand. She suddenly remembers that she determined during her mental meeting earlier that it was safer to keep her distance from Geordo. Even so, not only is she alone with him, but he has a weapon while she is unarmed.  

After remembering how Geordo killed her in the game, Katarina turns pale and decides she must absolutely separate from him.

Katarina speaks to Geordo and suggests they search the area separately. Geordo firmly refuses because it would be dangerous for her to be alone. He takes her hand with a wide smile on his face. Geordo's smile gives Katarina chills.

Katarina shakes off Geordo's hand and frantically runs away from him. Geordo is shocked and starts chasing after her.

After frantically running, Katarina ends up in a place she doesn't recognize. She doesn't know the way back but she feels like it is still safer than staying with Geordo.

Katarina hears Geordo drawing closer and panics. As she is frantically searching for a place to hide, a door opens. It is Rozy. Katarina desperately asks him to hide her. Rozy is puzzled. Katarina explains that she is running away from Geordo. Rozy doesn't understand but accepts to help her.

Geordo arrives and has an unsettling smile on his face. Katarina is terrified. Looking at her, Rozy asks Geordo to leave Katarina to him and assures him that he will protect her. Hearing this, Geordo's eyes turn icy and Katarina gets even more terrified. She feels like her doom has finally come and hides behind Rozy in panic.

Looking at her, Geordo makes an unsettling smile. Katarina is not only avoiding him but she is relying on another man. He doesn't want to do awful things to her but it seems like he has no choice.

Geordo walks towards Katarina. Katarina collapses after feeling an impact on her neck. Rozy is shocked and Geordo knocks him out too. Geordo catches Katarina as she is falling and before she loses consciousness, she can see him smiling.

Katarina wakes up on a fluffy bed. Geordo is next to her and informs her that she is in the royal castle of Sorcier.

Katarina is surprised that she could safely return to Sorcier. Geordo explains that the SOS magic tool was nearby at the time and that he could retrieve it and request help from Sorcier.

Geordo apologizes to Katarina for the rough treatment he gave her. He explains that the blood rushed to his head because she asked another man for help. Katarina is puzzled after hearing "rough treatment" because she can't remember what happened before she lost consciousness. Geordo guesses he may have made her smell too much of "it". Though he finds this situation convenient.

Geordo tells Katarina that the pirate incident has been completely settled. Everyone is safe and the pirates have been arrested. Katarina is amazed that Geordo could settle the situation and glad that everyone is safe.

Katarina guesses she should probably return home soon since her parents must be worried. Geordo tells her she doesn't need to worry about this because she will live here from now on. Katarina is puzzled. Geordo explains that since she went and ran away from him, he can't choose the means anymore. Katarina is confused but tells him she can't possibly stay in his care forever else her mother will be furious. Geordo assures her that it won't be the case and shows her messages from her family. Her mother and father indeed seem to have entrusted her to Geordo. Katarina can't believe her parents abandoned her.

Geordo explains that her parents gave him their approval to keep her in the castle. But he will properly give them periodic reports about how she is doing. Katarina is still confused and wonders if her parents left her in the castle as part of a new kind of etiquette course.

Geordo smiles and assures her that she has nothing to worry about. He will deliver everything she wants in her room.

Geordo shows her some curious sweets he has brought for her. Looking at the sweets, all of Katarina's worries disappear. She excitedly asks Geordo if she can eat them. Geordo says "Of course" and adds that from now on, she will only be allowed to eat what he brings her. Katarina has a puzzled expression. Geordo finds her cute.

Geordo takes a strand of Katarina's hair and lightly kisses the tip. Despite his princely gesture, Katarina feels like Geordo's eyes are not smiling. She feels a bit uneasy but shakes off the feeling thanks to the sweets.

Katarina looks around the room and sees huge stacks of romance novels. She guesses that Geordo has decided to spoil her, probably so she could recover from the incident. She is so glad that she didn't get doomed after all.

Looking at her, Geordo is glad that Katarina hasn't realized that he is confining her. He is happy that no one will get in his way anymore and that Katarina is completely his at last.

Katarina happily asks Geordo if she can eat those other sweets. Geordo gladly says yes and tells her he will bring some again.

Katarina is so happy and feels bad for being scared of Geordo before. She feels like she should probably confirm that everyone is safe but postpone it until after she has enjoyed the sweets. In the corner of her mind, Keith tells her "Didn't I tell you not to be lured by sweets?"

Another End: ~I was Confined By Geordo ~

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Trick Or Treat 2023 reveals!

Shime-Waza (NBC Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 2.6k words, Explicit) - S2 seduction-era angsty office sex feat. ulterior motives all around

Terroir (NBC Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 692 words, Mature) - Post-s3 return to Castle Lecter; Hannibal and Will discuss Chiyoh's prisoner. I did so much firefly research for this, but you'd never know it.

After Hours (Thir13en Ghosts, Cyrus Kriticos/Dennis Rafkin, 1.1k words, Mature) - Dennis backstory, angsty touch starvation, and smooching your evil ghost-hoarder boss.

Symptoms Of A Winding Staircase (Barbarian 2022, Tess Marshall & Keith Toshko) - Fanart of Tess' 'Gothic heroine with candelabra' era/Regency AU.

[auraldream]

Shime-waza (Estrangulaciones)

[jtstrainingblog]

15JUN23 Today I had the new student again, who has been very diligent about coming, so that's good. Also had others who were finally healthy, so we really go to mess around with some stuff. Also made some more videos after a break.

Training:

1730-1845: Beginner class

nage no kata: deashi harai, sasae ashi; oku no kata: through gyakute nage; randori: ne waza from knees, then from hanza back to back

1845-1030: Advanced class

Oku no kata: through katate tomoe, then review of seoi nage, ushiro goshi, seoi goshi, kubi nuki shime, and hagai shime

[zevordofzeday]

blood choke

A chokehold, choke, stranglehold or, in Judo, shime-waza (Japanese: 絞技, lit. 'constriction technique')[1] is a general term for a grappling hold that critically reduces or prevents either air (choking)[2] or blood (strangling) from passing through the neck of an opponent. The restriction may be of one or both and depends on the hold used and the reaction of the victim. While the time it takes for the choke to render an opponent unconscious varies depending on the type of choke, the average across all has been recorded as 9 seconds.[3]

[academyguide]

[ad_1] I won’t provide sets and repetitions of my current regime presented here, as in this current routine, I’m tending to ‘decide on the day’ based on my condition. Hoping that everyone is well, and I wish you all the very best in your training. Osu, — AB.     基本 (KIHON)  1. Drive forward from heiko-dachi into hidari zenkutsu-dachi with saken jodan-zuki kara followed immediately by chudan-zuki then return to heiko-dachi. Next drive forward again, into hidari zenkutsu-dachi, with uken jodan-zuki then immensely return to heiko-dachi again. Without hesitation maximize juryoku (gravity) by advancing into migi zenkutsu-dachi with saken jodan-zuki. Following these four tsukiwaza return to heiko-zuki and mirror the practice on the opposite side. Initially practice two waza per count as niren-zuki then move on to all four tsukiwaza in one count. Concentration on moving the center and gravity, fluid and relaxed arms, and ‘throwing out a heavy fist’. In sum, this renwaza is ‘kizami-zuki/gyaku-zuki’ and ‘gyaku-zuki/gyaku-zuki. Be sure to do this in a freestyle manner; that is, keep the arms loose, use the waist and legs fully, and engage your calves and gain maximum hip extension by rolling over the rear foot (with the heel raised and ball of foot planted).    2. The following four renzokuwaza are ‘legs followed by hands’. Besides correct technical form, trajectory and use of power, the key point from jiyu-dachi is to ‘attack with the sasae-ashi with both keri and tsukiwaza; that is ‘large scale tai no shinshuku’ twice. In sum, the snap of the kicking leg is not enough: ground power must be utilized. Likewise, koshi no kaiten is not enough for each gyaku-zuki. The expansion/stretch of the rear leg must underpin the rotation and seiken must impact just before the completion of the stance. After the completion of the tsuki, zenkutsu-dachi must be contracted by drawing up the rear leg and simultaneously returning to the freestyle kamae. Make sure the this is done with te-ashi-onaji (hands and feet simultaneously concluding together, and that it is done naturally and relaxed. Movements one and two of Heian Yondan provide a reference in this regard.   -  Jiyu-dachi: Chudan mae-geri keage kara chudan oi-zuki (zenkutsu-dachi).  -  Jiyu-dachi: Chudan yoko-geri kekomi kara chudan gyaku-zuki (zenkutsu-dachi).  -  Jiyu-dachi: Mawashi-geri kara chudan gyaku-zuki (zenkutsu-dachi).  -  Jiyu-dachi: Ushiro-geri kekomi kara chudan gyaku-zuki (zenkutsu-dachi).     3. From heiko-dachi advance with migi mae-enpi into migi zenkutsu-dachi, return to heiko-dachi and repeat on the opposite side. From here step sideward into kiba-dachi with migi yoko-enpi return to heiko-dachi and repeat on the opposite side. Step rearward with migi tate-enpi return to heiko-dachi and repeat on the opposite side. On the spot rotate into a wide kosa-dachi with migi kaiten-enpi return to heiko-dachi and repeat on the opposite side.   In all cases the body must be soft and, in particular, ‘shoulder snap’ must be utilized. With the exception of the kaiten uraken, shime must be used to optimize a strict hikite. When doing the kaiten uraken, the non-striking arm rests on the abdomen, as 'Zenwan mune mae suihei kamae' (like movements 2 and 6 of Tekki Nidan Kata) with the palm of the fist facing downwards. Note that when utilizing tenshin—into the wide kosa-dachi—one must not only spin but descend into the stance; thus, compress and stabilize. If you are observant, you will notice the use of the classical kakato-chushin here mixed with the freestyle 'tsumasaki methodolody'. Of course, the foundational method is the most important, but without freestyle it is incomplete.       4. Idokihon: Closed fist ukewaza followed by seiken gyaku-zuki -  Zenkutsu-dachi: Jodan age-uke kara chudan gyaku-zuki. -   Zenkutsu-dachi: Chudan soto-uke kara chudan gyaku-zuki. -   Zenkutsu-dachi: Chudan uchi-uke kara chudan gyaku-zuki. -   Zenkutsu-dachi: Gedan-barai kara chudan gyaku-zuki.

  Focus on koshi no kaiten in zenkutsu-dachi: rotation/opening the hips into hanmi for each ukewaza utilizing the rear axis; and counterrotation into shomen for each gyaku-zuki using the axis of the lead leg. Practice both advancing and retreating with fumidashi making sure that both uke and tsuki have kime. Undetectably inhale on the uke and exhale on the tsuki. The ‘karada no buki’ (weapon of the body) in closed fist ukewaza are the wrists; therefore, ‘send your power from the ground to them’ as you snap the shoulders/arms. Also pay special attention to the hikite on both waza. Lastly, maximize the classical kakato-chushin and make sure that rear foot ‘sokuto’ is firmly on the floor—especially when rotating into shomen.   I personally practice both the classic hanmi, around 45 degrees; but also, the large scale hanmi of 90 degrees, which I picked up from Robert Sidoli Sensei a few years back. In either case, I always concentrate on making perfect shisei (posture) throughout my transitions.  5. Idokihon: Kokutsu-dachi, Shuto-uke Advancing and retreating in kokutsu-dachi with shuto chudan-uke and other waza; furthermore, transitions into zenkutsu-dachi with chudan tateshihon-nukite.   -  Kokutsu-dachi: Shuto chudan-uke. -  Kokutsu-dachi: Shuto chudan-uke kara nukite (zenkutsu-dachi) -  Kokutsu-dachi: Shuto chudan-uke kara kizami mae-geri soshite nukite (zenkutsu-dachi). -  Kokutsu-dachi: Shuto chudan-uke kara kizami mawashi-geri soshite nukite (zenkutsu-dachi).   Emphasis on the conscientious weight distribution to the rear leg, and ‘control of the rear foot’ moving in kokutsu and transitioning in zenkutsu-dachi; also, kakato-chushin as to avoid ‘drifting the stance when making nukite. In addition to these points, the shisei of the pelvis, torso, neck and head, and both high and compact raising of the knee for both forms of kizami-geri. Lastly, that within fumidashi the hips do not rotate to completion until the end of the step; that is, shomen is maintained until the last moment. Noting Tanaka Sensei's classes, who is a specialist of the kizami-keriwaza, the spring of the ankles is of utmost importance.     五本組手 (GOHON KUMITE) Attacks: (1) first set JODAN (Jodan oi-zuki); (2) second set CHUDAN (Chudan oi-zuki; (3) third set MAE-GERI (Chudan mae-geri keage); and (4) fourth set  JIYU (a freely chosen attack on each step)   Defense and Counterattacks: (1) Any jodan ukewaza with a free choice counter attack after the fifth and final defense; (2) Any chudan ukewaza with a free choice counter attack after the fifth and final defense; (3) any gedan ukewaza with a free choice counter attack after the fifth and final defense; and (4) fourth set, free choice ukewaza in reaction to all five random attacks with a free choice counterattack after the fifth and final defense.   The prime focus of when attacking is the seaming out of any superfluous actions; in particular, pertaining to unsoku. Also fully utilizing the hikite. In the case of defense and counterattack, the focus point is ‘spontaneous best fit uke and hangekiwaza: especially in regards to maai and optimal effect.    型 (KATA)  A.  General: I am currently working through all 65 official IKS (International Karate Shotokan) Kata, which something I do each year.  B. Specific: 珍手 (Chinte) and 八門 (Hachimon).    © Andre Bertel. Oita City, Japan (2022). [ad_2] Source link

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How To Apply A Guillotine Choke (Mae Hadaka Jime) Jujutsu Martial Arts Training Techniques

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Newly Added Fics 5/24

Your Beck and Call by CarnivalMirai [words: 6,343] — (AU)

Hannibal is naturally like that. Flirty, that is. With everyone. So it’s nothing special when he flirts with Will too, but god, does he know how to make his heart gallop and his face fluster. Will hates how Hannibal has this effect on him without even realizing it. Most people flirt back. But not Will. Will doesn’t want to be one of those people.

There's Pride In Your Mouth by nobetterlove [words: 10,992] (AU + Killer Will + Murder Husbands)

Instead of diving head first into the avoidance pool, Will allows his empathy to grow - taking him further from the constructs of society. He uses the slip into other killer's heads to perfect his craft. As a cover, Will goes through the process of becoming a chef and takes to the profession like it was meant to be.

Sugar by Sweaty_dogman [words: 12,659] — (A/B/O + Age Gap)

Hannibal finds himself hung up on his friends mother, desperate to find ways to spend time with the omega. Will Graham is a beautiful, kind and single omega. The young alpha finds himself struggling to keep his emotions hidden.

No One Falls the Way We Fell by HigherMagic [words: 9,206] — (A/B/O + Ghosts)

Five years ago, Hannibal's mate died, leaving him with their young daughter. He's tried to move on, but Abigail keeps interrupting his sleep and insisting that she can see her mother in her room at night. Hannibal turns to Alana for help, and Alana gives Abigail a doll, someone to talk to and help her accept her mother's passing. Once the doll arrives, though, strange things start happening in Hannibal's house. It's impossible to consider, of course, but if anyone could defy death and return to them from beyond the grave, it would be Will.

Proud of You by CarnivalMirai [words: 11,748] — (A/B/O + Incest)

Will worked right up until labour to make money, through all the sickness and fatigue and swollen ankles, he worked to bring his little boy the best life. And it has paid off. As of last week, Hannibal has sent off his university applications. Medicine at Johns Hopkins, Harvard Medical School, Stanford University, and the University of Pennsylvania. He’s applied for a scholarship at all of them, and Will desperately hopes he gets it. He knows he will. He’s Hannibal, after all. His baby can do anything.

venus is bright by wolfgraham [words: 7,237] — (A/B/O + Incest)

Tomorrow, he tells himself, tomorrow he'll set new rules, boundaries. He'll tidy up Hannibal's room and give him the talk, and download Matefinder on his phone. But is it so bad? So bad to wish that the world outside the two of them would just disappear and leave them be?

creator by Caidepgun, wolfgraham [words: 5,589] — (A/B/O + Incest)

Will and his son, Hannibal, have an unusual relationship.

My American Beauty by Sweaty_dogman [words: 2,330] — (Age Gap + PWP)

Will Graham is on his colleges cheer team. He loves the skirts ad attention...especially from his team mates, Abigails, father. Hannibal Lecter had had his eye on Will, unable to stop himself from gawking at the young thing. He finally works up the courage to give him a flower, which only makes Will’s crush worsen.

If I saw you every day forever... by AGlassRoseNeverFades [words: 7,174] — (Age Gap + Time Travel)

Hannibal finally masters the art of time travel and decides to give himself and Will the life they deserve together. He just has to be patient and let Will grow up first. From afar, of course.

Accidentally Secret (or Four Times FBI Employees Didn't Realize Will and Hannibal Are Dating) by stoic_swan [words: 6,534] — (Fluff)

Will and Hannibal have been "something" for a few months now. Hannibal is clearly angling to have The Relationship Talk while Will would rather eat his badge. Hannibal decides he will engage Will in a semi-public courtship instead. Surprisingly, absolutely nobody but Will notices.

My Ripper by Angelic_Disaster [words: 2,760] — (Fluff)

Hannibal made the use of endearments look natural, almost easy. Darling. Dearest. Mylimasis. Love. Cunning boy. Gorgeous creature. Mongoose. Beloved. Mano Meile. Hannibal called him all types of sweet names that never failed to make his cheeks flush, and Will... Well, Will called Hannibal 'Hannibal.' Tired of it, Will started to look for the perfect endearment.

Written In Blood by lesbiannoodlesoup [words: 8,769] — (Jealousy)

In which someone keeps murdering Will’s dates.

Love is love by FandomsAndShipsGallore [words: 1,263] — (Mpreg)

Will gets pregnant. His mom is pissed. Will goes to live with Hannibal and his family

Matthew has a good day (maybe) by Anonymous [words: 2,576] — (School + PWP)

Matthew gets to talk with Will (the omega he's been fantasizing about for years) and Dr. Lecter (his favorite professor) all in the same day. Could his day get any better?

You Got That Thrill That I Like by akadefenders [words: 3,825] — (PWP)

Date night at the opera goes a little differently to how Will expected...

Performance by sweatygraham [words: 3,310] — (PWP)

A Tattle Crime article containing an interview from Jack Crawford's new trainee, Clarice Starling, implying that Hannibal will grow bored of Will sets in motion a plan to make Will jealous and drive him to kill because of it. Not everything, however, goes quite as Hannibal thought it would but perhaps goes even better than he could have ever imagined.

Sweetest Surrender by Nera_Solani [words: 3,390] — (Season 2)

Fives times Will received chocolate and one time he got something even sweeter.

Shime-Waza by HigherMagic [words: 5,032] — (Season 3+)

It's approaching New Year's Eve now. They don't have any neighbors, let alone friends. It's another holiday Will is more than happy spending alone, but he can feel Hannibal's antsy mindset. 

Mon Lapin, Mon Loulou by CarnivalMirai [words: 5,306] — (Season 3+ PWP)

Will has another long day at work and today, Hannibal particularly longs for his company. Normally, he can keep his murderous tendencies in check, because it's something they enjoy together. But today... today, Hannibal cannot help himself.

[mikeoliveri]

Helped a student clean up some of his chokes today. He’s testing for shodan next week. No pressure.

(We’re a karate dojo that also has judo classes, but in our karate style, Shuri-ryu, students have to test for some judo as well.)

[itsmarjudgelove]

Jigoro Kano, founder of Judo, performs a chokehold or "Shime-Waza". This photo is courtesy of the Kodokan, circa 1931.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

A Khan By Any Other Name - chapter nine

Khan in BAMF mode

Synopsis, so far: Khan, under the identity of John Harrison, has escaped captivity several weeks after having been awakened from his cryo-sleep. On the run from Marcus’s thugs, and with plans to get to London to rescue his crew, he enlists the aid of a young woman to elude them. Involutarily, at first--but an electric attraction between them soon changes the dynamic. 

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Khan’s best estimate was that he was dealing with a two man team.  Due to the failure of his men at the roadblock, Marcus had obviously opted for stealth and discretion over brute force—not a surprising choice, but one Khan was certain he could turn to his own favor.  He’d have to deal with the one he sensed lurking just inside the alley, and do so quietly and quickly, ideally disposing of that threat before the faceless voice in the dark was even aware he’d taken the second man out.

Resolved on his course of action, he raised both hands in the air, still keeping the phaser in his grip.  “Release the woman,” he insisted, knowing his demand would be ignored, “And I’ll lay my phaser down.”  He tensed, waiting on the response.

“Lay it down now,” the voice reiterated, “Kneel down, fingers laced behind your head, and once we’ve got you in restraints, she’ll walk free.”  An outright lie, Khan knew; Seraphina’s value would be nil to them, once he was disarmed and captured.  She would be the loose end destined for termination—if not here, than back in Marcus’s secret facility.

“No, John,” she called to him, the strain in her voice a mix of fear for her own fate and honest concern for his, “Don’t let them take you.”  She moaned sharply, and Khan imagined that she had been harshly silenced.  A dark fury bloomed in his chest, but he restrained himself for the moment; he’d release that anger only when the timing would favor success.

At the edge of the alley, Khan bent over and laid the phaser at his feet, and then—as a show of compliance--kicked it into the darkness.  “I have disarmed,” he said grimly.  Clasping his hands behind his head, he took to his knees—though his body remained taut as a tightly wound spring, prepared to strike out as soon as opportunity presented itself.

The scrape of heavy work boots against the pavement heralded the advance of Khan’s would-be captor; as stealthy as his approach may have been, Khan’s ears were far too keen to allow for surprise.  He easily judged the distance and precise direction from whence the unfortunate fool came, and calculated the precious seconds he had left before he needed to strike.

When the man had taken his expected position, and was busy moving the muzzle of his weapon against the side of Khan’s head, Khan moved with uncanny speed and accuracy, driving his elbow mercilessly into his assailant’s solar plexus.  The man grunted in surprise and obvious pain, doubling over and giving Khan the opportunity to finish his rough task.

Locking the man in a shime-waza, while taking care to not completely cut off his air supply, Khan shortly lowered the unconscious man to the ground, and considered his next move.  With Seraphina held captive in the darkness, he needed to move carefully—but speed was vital to success.

He surmised that Marcus and his people had learned a valuable lesson from the attempted capture in the desert; Khan was immune to the stun effects of phaser fire.  While in captivity, he had never given them a reason to use those weapons on him—so knowing now that such weapons were useless to them (unless set to kill, he pondered, and they would not want to chance that), these men were equipped with projectile weapons familiar to him.  In fact, examining the one he had pried from his fallen assailant’s hand, Khan noted it was not too far removed from the semiautomatic pistols of his time.  He made sure the safety was engaged, and then tucked the gun in his waistband, at the small of his back.

Khan remained silent, listening intently for any sound that might lead him closer to Seraphina.  The dark of the alley was nearly complete, except for spare moments when moonlight filtered through the wispier clouds.  He heard the shift of bodies, and a female moan of discomfort; the cur had likely tightened his grasp on her, anticipating a showdown with his opponent, now that his partner was incapacitated.

Time to apply pressure; the odds had improved considerably, and Khan knew if he rattled the man’s confidence, he would be all the easier to overcome.  “Seraphina,” he called into the dark, moving forward cautiously, “Remain calm, no matter what transpires.  I promise I will have you shortly.”

Unshaken, Marcus’s man t’sk’d several times, before mocking him, “Awwww—that’s sweet…but you shouldn’t be making promises that you know damn well you won’t be able to keep.”

“Your cohort lies at my feet, and I promise that you will join him shortly.”  Khan maintained a calm, even tone, seeking to erode his opponent’s complacence, “Did they not warn you about my deadly skill set?  Or how many men I singlehandedly defeated to affect my escape?”

“You don’t scare me, Harrison,” he snorted, “I know plenty enough about you…”

“Such as?”  Though his eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness—allowing him to mark vague shapes--Khan needed to keep the brute speaking, as he waited for another break in the cloud cover.  A break long enough for him to discern Seraphina’s condition, and enough to set his prey solidly in his sights.

“Let’s see—how about that you’ve got a soft spot for this…”  Seraphina yelped alarmingly, and Khan balled his hands into fists, hard pressed to restrain immediate action, while promising himself the bastard would pay dearly for any mark he left upon her, and every moment of pain he put her through.  “…this pretty thing.  Oh, the things we’re gonna do to her once we get her back to the lab,” he taunted, laughing wickedly, “And maybe we’ll even give you a front row seat for the festivities.”

“Your efforts to goad me into action are foolish beyond measure,” Khan informed him dispassionately—far from his true feelings.  In reality, he imagined driving the voice’s owner to his knees before crushing his skull with his bare hands.  “And I believe you only managed to find me out of sheer luck, despite your stunning incompetence and miscalculation.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” came the grunted reply, “You really don’t have a clue do you?”  And then, eager to assert some sort of superiority, he revealed the answer to the question Khan had been unable to resolve for himself, “You’re supposed to this off the charts genius—but you’ve been tagged, you sunuvabitch.”  Voice dripping with derision, he added, “Tagged like some stupid animal.  And like some stupid animal, you couldn’t even figure that out.”

For the first time since his escape, Khan felt out of his element, doubting himself.  It made perfect sense; it explained how they’d found him so surprisingly, so quickly—but it had never even occurred to him.  Yes, he hadn’t been quite himself in the initial days of his return to consciousness; he’d experienced moments of uncharacteristic mental weakness—and even a feeling of despair, when he realized how completely alone he was, stranger in a strange land, surrounded by creatures that controlled every moment of his life.  He had attributed these things to the effects of his long cryo-sleep.  He wondered now if he simply hadn’t lost his edge.

“Give it up now, Harrison, and I’ll consider letting her off easy.”

Khan glanced at the clouds again, registering that he had moments left until the full light of the half-moon would illuminate the alley.  “Your words mean nothing,” he growled back, readying for action, “Unhand her and I’ll consider letting you off with your life.”

Seraphina’s painful yelp was the initial reply, followed by throaty laughter and words as cold as steel in winter, “You’re killing her, Harrison. One drop of blood at a time.”

As the moonlight finally pierced the darkness, Khan issued his last warning, “Release her now, or I assure you the only real blood spilled in this alley tonight will be your own.”  And then he saw clearly enough: a dangerous tableau, in which Marcus’s minion had Seraphina pressed tightly against him, an arm across her chest while he traced the edge of a knife along her exposed collarbone.  At this distance, Khan judged that the cuts she bore were shallow, but surely enough to cow her.  Her eyes went wide as saucers as they met his own for the span of a heartbeat.  Then he was flinging his jackknife with the deadly accuracy he had promised her captor; as ever, his aim was true, and the blade lodged itself to the hilt in the man’s left eye

For a split second before he fell—pulling Seraphina down on top of him, still caught tight in his grasp—a look of complete surprise colored the dead man’s features.  Khan was not surprised; he had seen that look before.  Far too often in fact, and it always reminded him that most men—most of mankind—did not fully grasp the meaning of their own mortality until it took them without warning.  He rushed forward to free his little flower from that rough embrace.

Despite her shock and stunned silence, she had managed to disentangle herself before he reached her side.  She scrambled away awkwardly, crab-crawling backwards until she reached the solid wall behind her.  She watched Khan a moment, registering that her captor was dead and that she was finally safe--just as Khan had promised her—and then pulled her knees in, wrapping her arms around them, and resting her face against the peak they made.  Even at the distance of several feet, he could tell that she was trembling, but there was a thing or two needed doing before he could go to her side.

He bent over the motionless body, noting the fog of death in its one good eye, not deigning to even close the lid, as it deserved no bit of human sympathy, even in death.  Khan jabbed its shoulder roughly with his booted foot, satisfied with his dire handiwork, and then pulled the jackknife out of the ruined eye, wiping the blade clean on the shoulder of the dead man’s jacket. He then set about removing any identification on the body and riffling through its pockets, to take anything that might be of use to them as they continued their hazardous flight.

Seraphina had begun to sob, the sound muffled but heart wrenching, and Khan’s anger for the pain her gentle spirit had suffered—as much, if not more, his fault, than the fool who lay dead at his feet--made him lash out; he kicked the body squarely in the chest, grunting with grim satisfaction at the sound of several ribs breaking, vaguely wishing the man could still feel the real pain he so deserved.  He turned and moved quickly to her side.

Crouching beside her, he raised her head gently; lost in her misery, Seraphina flinched at first, but then gave in to his ministering hands.  Khan studied her swiftly, first checking her head and face for serious injury, and then running his hands firmly along her neck, shoulders and arms, assessing the physical toll of her ordeal.  Relieved that any damage was superficial, he relaxed at last, and pulled her into the circle of his arms.  She offered no resistance, shivering against him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and giving in to greater sobs as she clung to him for comfort.

Holding her as tightly as he dared, Khan laid his cheek against the soft cushion of her hair, while she wet his neck and collar with bitter tears.  Without a second thought, he began to gently croon, meaning to calm and console her, “Softly, now, my sweet flower.  I have you now, and will keep you safe.”  Other kindly words he offered, grateful to feel her trembling slow and then cease, as she came back to herself.

When she had quieted completely, she withdrew a little from his arms, lifting her tear stained face enough to meet his eyes with her own.  They held no anger, or accusation (both of which he so richly deserved), and Khan surprised himself with the flood of tenderness that welled up in his chest—until he realized it was that same old weakness of his, astounded at how quickly she had found a place inside his secret heart.  Such a complication could not bode well for his success, and yet a part of him was grateful he could still feel such softness after all the months of pitiless cruelty which he had endured.

Tenderly, Khan brushed his lips upon her brow, pulling her close again, to murmur words of comfort between quiet kisses to the crown of her head. “There, my brave one…my sweet flower…my pretty, pretty Seraphina,” he told her between those modest kisses, allowing himself to deeply inhale the perfume of her hair again.  And as had been inevitable from the moment he had carried her unconscious form back to her hovercraft only a half-day ago, that familiar fragrance of jasmine and honey broke through his final vanguard of stoicism, opening the floodgates of his most bittersweet memories.

This was the scent he would forever associate with the last time in his life he was truly free of care--before he was forced to fulfill the destiny designed for him by scores of others.  None of whom had ever grasped the simple fact that inside his superhuman body—and despite his formidable brilliance and cunning—dwelled the very human doubts, vulnerabilities, and confusing jumble of hormones and adolescent emotions, of an average fifteen year old boy.

Not here, not now, Khan chided himself; the stakes are too high to give these thoughts play, and so many lives—including Seraphina’s--depend upon what I do in the days ahead.    

Gently, he prepared her for what lay ahead. “We must be on our way, Seraphina.  At once, if you can bear it.  Even if these men have not communicated our location to their superiors, the tracker I bear will give us away.”

She nodded against him, and he felt her resolve return in the straightening of her shoulders before she withdrew from his arms.  She drew a long, calming breath, raising her head regally, the flame of defiance in her eyes; he marveled at the picture she made, thinking what a perfect consort she might’ve made for him under other circumstances.  Free of the fear that had gripped her, Seraphina replied with unwavering conviction, “I’m ready, John.  They don’t get to win.  Not now—not ever.”

Khan stood, pleased with her commitment to continue, and gave her his hand, helping her to stand.  “There is a vital matter we must address before we go any further.  And I must rely on your fortitude. Seraphina.”

She nodded again, managing a sad smile, “Whatever you need, John.  Tell me and…and it’s as good as done.”

He raised his eyes skyward, gaging an approaching bank of clouds.  “We must be swift about this; the moonlight will have to be enough.”  He extended the handle of the jackknife to her; she took it silently, wariness in the set of her brow.  “The tracker they’ve tagged me with must be removed and destroyed…”

She met his eye squarely, and swallowed hard before asking, “You want me to…to…cut it out?  Is that even possible?”

“I’m gambling that it is,” holding her gaze patiently, “As we have no time to spare, you must be my eyes and my hands in this.”

Wide-eyed with apprehension, Seraphina agreed to his request, listening intently to his instructions.  Trusting that she would handle the task with steady hands, Khan removed his shirt, and then moved to kneel with his back towards her, hoping to maximize the fall of moonlight upon his flesh.  Seraphina began to first trace along his spine as he’d directed her; firmly and methodically, then widened her path as she searched for any abnormality.  Given the technology, and what he knew of Marcus’s inclinations, Khan believed his adversary would have seen that the tracker was placed clear out of his reach.

“Nothing…just…nothing,” she muttered under her breath, “There’s nothing here, John—no, wait…”  Her fingers paused beside his right shoulder blade, then pressed harder as she explored the area.  His hissed softly, more in surprise then discomfort, and in seconds he was certain she’d found it.  “There’s something here—it’s small, but it’s hard…it doesn’t feel natural…”

“No hesitation, now, Seraphina; dig it out, and do it quickly.”

He felt her falter for only a moment, and then the blade sliced into his skin.  Fortunately, she only needed to make a shallow cut, and her fingertips probed the wound only briefly before they withdrew.  “Got it,” she exclaimed in relief, “What now?”

“Crush it, if you can,” he commanded, and she did so without hesitation, dropping it to the ground and grinding it under her foot.

“You’re bleeding, John,” she advised him, “It’s slow but steady.  I should apply pressure until it stops.”

“No time,” he told her, quickly slipping his shirt back on and rising to his feet, “It will clot soon enough and we must be on the move.”  He took back the knife, folding the blade back before pocketing it.  “You did well tonight, my brave one,” he rumbled down at her, studying her lovely face in the moonlight, gratified to see no trace of fear, “Better than I deserve.”  Despite what she’d endured, she had risen to meet his need, just as his instincts had told him she would.  An exceptional woman—and in the flush of danger, in the extremity of a situation she never would have encountered if not for him, the fearless beauty of her spirit shone undimmed upon her features.  If he believed she could leave him now and return to her quiet, safe life, he would send her as far from him as possible—she had more than earned it; but her fate was truly tangled up in his now, and truthfully he was loathe to part from her just yet.

“What?” she asked breathlessly, reading the hesitation in his thoughts; caught in the intensity of his regard, she responded unconsciously by moving nearer to him.  Seraphina’s upturned face was temptingly close as she whet her lips—her soft, willing lips, that had been so delicious in the kissing--so that Khan had restrain the urge to trace the curve of her cheek before taking her lips with his own, and force himself to focus on what came next.

“Nothing of concern, Seraphina,” he replied, “Only that you have been an unexpected helpmate in many ways.  I sincerely regret placing you in any harm’s way.”

She shrugged and countered with a show of gay bravado, “No use barring the barn door now, John, as my grammy would’ve said; the horses done moved along.”  She smiled crookedly, then looked away shyly, perhaps thinking her jest had failed to charm him—when in truth, she was charming and distracting him at every turn.

A small, indulgent smile creased the corners of his mouth, despite the severity of their predicament.  “Come now,” he said, taking her arm gently, urging her forward.  He paused to retrieve his phaser; and Seraphina stopped as they came to the edge of the alley, and the body lying there.  Anticipating her question, Khan answered truthfully, “He lives, though when he wakes--between the headache he will have and the ire of his employer--he may well wish he does not.”  As they passed onto the street, heading for her hovercraft, he added, “He lives, my dear, only because of you.  I will continue to honor the admonishment you laid upon me to do the least amount of harm—though you must understand that the other sealed his fate in threatening your life.”

She bowed her head, “I do, John, and I don’t blame you.  You saved my life…I’m very clear on that.”

As she moved forward to gather up her fallen things and board the craft, Khan reflected ruefully…your tender heart may well be my undoing, Seraphina; already I find I cannot do entirely as necessity dictates, for the pain it might bring you.  He took his place at the guidance controls, and began to navigate them back to the crossroads where they had made their fatal choice, and to the journey that lay ahead.

Work-in-Progress   Chapters 1-12 on AO3

[letsplayjudo]

藤阪太郎選手　Fujisaka Taroh

巴投げからの絞め技　tomoe-nage to shime waza

片手絞　kata te jime

足絞め　ashi jime

"Canto choke"

"Fujisaka choke"

[judocritics]

ECup Coïmbra (u21): Jarne Duyck mooi 3° in /-81kg.

(19-Mar-2022)

ECups in Coïmbra zijn al jaren een populaire bestemming voor de Belgische Jeugd, zowel u18 als u21. Dit weekend vochten 10 junioren in de Portugese universiteitsstad voor een podium-plaats.

>> ECup u21 Coïmbra, Por (live results ijf.org)  

DAY-2

Lola Fache (°04; /-52kg; JC Kanido Herseaux) : out (0 own)   Vorig jaar (Dec) Belgisch kampioene u18/-52kg, dit jaar (Feb) Belgisch kampioene u21/-52kg, en dus terecht naar een ECup. Ze won overigens 2 wedstrijden op het EK u18 vorig jaar (Riga 18-Aug-21) en werd daarmee 7° (zonder één top-8 op een voorafgaande ECup... corona ?). Dat was op dat EK ook het enige Belgisch top-8 resultaat, ná het brons van ilman Nesirkoyev (/-90kg) en het goud van Rachel Rammant (/+70kg). Hier in Coïmbra sneuvelt Lola in haar eerste kamp (ippon) tegen de toch wel onbekende Oostenrijkse Larissa Sickinger (°04; Aut; hier 9°), die daarna op haar beurt verliest van finaliste (2°) Giulia Carna (°04; Ita; in 2021 2°EK u18/-52kg & 2°WK u21/-52kg) en daarna van Amelie Grenier (°02; Can; hier 7°). 

  Luna Verfaillie (°03; /-57kg; JS Asahi Gits) : out (0 own)   huidig Belgisch kampioene u21/-57kg (1° BK’19 u18/-52kg; 3° Venray’21 u21/-57kg); nationaal in competitie met Nora Watson (Wetteren); internationaal was voor beiden hun beste: 7° ECup Bielsko-Biala’20. hier in Coïmbra verliest ze haar enige kamp (1/16-fin) tegen eerstejaars Mirthe Van Kerkhof (°04; Ned; hier 13°). 

  Warre Denys (°03; /-90kg; Jenas Kwai Hooglede) : 13° (1 own)   huidig Belgisch kampioen u21/-90kg, een titel die hij afsnoepte van Ilman Nesirkoyev; wint hier in Coïmbra met ippon zijn 1ste kamp (1/16-fin) tegen de huidige vice-kampioen van Spanje Nika Kevlishvili (Esp);  verliest dan met ippon van de latere 3° Gabriele Sammartino (°02; Ita; 3°NK’21), diens eerste ECup medaille >> video  en Warre verliest tenslotte zijn eerste herkansing (10s0/01s0) tegen Willem Vrieling (°03; Ned; hier 9°).

  Jarne Duyck (°02; /-81kg; 14°JRL; Kawaishi Ingelmunster): 3° (4 own) het beste resultaat op dag-2 kwam dus op naam van Jarne, nu laatstejaars en 2nd seeded hier in Coïmbra; hij pakt brons , zijn 3de ECup medaille overall bij de jeugd (2° Bielsko-Biala’19 u18/-73kg; 3° Udine’21 u21/-81kg);  - 1/16-fin: opent tegen Enrico Signorini (°03; Ita; 67°JRL); zijn beste resultaten Europees: 7° ECup Koper’19 & 7° ECup Follonica’20; >> video : ippon met shime-waza halfweg de kamp;  - 1/8-fin: tegen Jason Okoye (°04; Fra); startte pas Europees te vechten vorig jaar, als laatste-jaars Cadet (u18/-81kg), maar na zijn brons in Teplice’21, werd hij meteen ook vice-Europees kampioen in Riga’21;   >> video : géén walk in the park voor Jarne: na 1′30″ een shido voor passiviteit, na dominantie van Okoye; na 2′min een tweede shido voor wegduiken; na 2′30″min een w-a voor de Fransman, maar dan nog 30″sec later, een slechte morote-seoi-nage van Okoye, Jarne die goed volgt naar grond en hem dwingt tot afkloppen met juji-gatame; een beetje een meevaller omdat de Fransman open bleef vechten, maar wel attent gedaan natuurlijk; Okoye, zwaar ontgoocheld, zal in herkansing ook verliezen van zijn landgenoot Spiros Eleftheriadis en daardoor uiteindelijk slechts 9° eindigen;       - 1/4-fin: de kamp waarin Jarne tegen die Spiros Eleftheriadis (°02/°03 ?; Fra; 23°JRL) moet; vocht oorspronkelijk als Griek, maar koos uiteindelijk voor de Franse nationaliteit en werd 2x vice-kampioen: 2°NK’19 u18/-66kg & 2°NK’22, twee weken geleden u21/-81kg; werd als u18/-66kg 3° Coïmbra, en zal dat vandaag evenaren (zijn enige 2 WCup medailles).  >> video : Jarne wint op shido in GS (00s1/00s3), na 2x buitenstappen van de Fransman... maar toegegeven, toch wel afgedwongen;  - 1/2-fin: wedstrijd tegen Mihail Latisev (°03; Mda); zijn beste ooit: 3° ECup  Bucharest’21 u21/-81kg;   >> video : attractieve wedstrijd; na 12″sec een zeer lage tai-otoshi van de Moldaviër en waza-ari; en ik zie ook niet in waarom Latisev zijn 2de w-a niet krijgt na 2′25″min, maar toch weggewuifd; 20″sec later echter tani-otoshi, en nu wél waza-ari; helaas géén finale dus voor Jarne; Latisev zal uiteindelijk ook goud pakken na een finale tegen de zwarte Italiaan Bright Maddaloni-Nosa (°03; Ita; 1° Follonica’20 u18/-81kg & 5°WK’21 u21/-81kg) - bronze: tegen de Oostenrijker Thomas Ecker (°03; Aut); nog nooit op een ECup podium; werd wel 5° Follonica’20 u18/-73kg, toen als Oostenrijks kampioen;  >> video : nog binnen de minuut stuurt Jarne een slecht uitgevoerde uchi-mata door en scoort waza-ari; uchi-mata lijkt ook het énige wapen van Ecker, maar Jarne countert perfect (ippon) nadat hij die worp ontwijkt één minuut voor tijd; zeker niet de zwaarste kamp van Jarne op deze dag; wel brons, en dus al verzekerd van EK en WK; Proficiat ! 

  PS1:  Ray Marinx (-66kg/JC Koksijde) en Ilman Nesirkoyev (-90kg/JT International) ontbraken door quarantaine-maatregelen. PS2: in de rand nog effe vermelden dat ditzelfde weekend  Alissia Bombello (°00; /-63kg), 5° werd op 8 deelnemers op de WCup in Algiers, Algerije;  ze mocht onmiddellijk starten in 1/2-finale tegen uiteindelijk winnares Amina Belkadi (°92; Alg; 26° WRL): 2x Afrikaans kampioene (2xG/1xS/4xB) en 4 WCups op haar naam (2x Dakar; 1x Yaounde, en nu dus Algiers);  voor brons verliest Alissia tegen Anna Siga Faye (°00; Sen; 66° WRL): Afrikaans kampioene u21/-63kg in 2019; 5 WCup medailles (1xS/4xB); 

[b1e2t3t4a1]

Milano 23 ottobre 2021 - Massima condivisione e vogliamo tutti sapere le condizioni del ragazzo (e il controllore dell'ondulazione/pulsazione?)

Milano 23 ottobre 2021 – Massima condivisione e vogliamo tutti sapere le condizioni del ragazzo (e il controllore dell’ondulazione/pulsazione?)

Questa mossa si chiama Shime Waza (le Katame Waza). Gli strangolamenti si imparano nel judo. https://alessandrolerroblog.wordpress.com/2016/… Sorgente: Milano 23 ottobre 2021 – Massima condivisione e vogliamo tutti sapere le condizioni del ragazzo (e il controllore dell’ondulazione/pulsazione?)

[koryukyudokan-blog]

This mornings Keiko at Koryu Kyudokan.. A study of Nidan.. In particular the first three Oyo and the importance of correctly interpreting the turns in the kata.. I explained this morning that the actual movements or techniques in the kata are not necessarily set in stone as they may have to change to suit either the opponent or change as the attack unfolds, BUT the katas principles must remain, This mornings principles were Sen, critical mass/ Tokiho and the use of correct Nagna, hence our study on turns or rotations.. We also had a very in depth study of part of the kata’s shime waza with a look at the epiglottis and how to manipulate it to attain maximum effect as set within the kata’s Oyo.. A great start to a returning study of Nidan..

[recentanimenews]

Yu Muraoka's Girls Judo Manga Mou Ippon! Gets Anime Adaptation

    Akita Shoten's editor Uda, who is in charge of Yu Muraoka's girls judo-themed manga Mou Ippon! ("Ippon Again!"), announced on Twitter today that an anime adaptation of the manga is now in the works.

  The manga has been serialized in the publisher's Weekly Shonen Champion since October 2018 and its latest 13th tankobon volume is released in Japan today, July 8, 2021. The anime adaptation news was also announced in the magazine's latest 32nd issue of 2021 and on the wrap-around band of the volume. How and when it will be distributed is currently unknown.

  The story takes place in a high school girls' judo club in Saitama Prefecture. The protagonist Michi Sonoda was planning to retire from judo after winning the third year junior high school tournament. However, her opponent at the tournament was so strong that she had never seen before, and in the end, she lost by Ippon after fainting during a shime-waza (choking technique). Nine months after the defeat, she managed to enter Aoba West High School of her choice. She hoped to enjoy her high school life to the fullest, but she was led to the martial arts hall and reunited with Towa Hiura, who defeated her in her last match in junior high school. Michi unexpectedly starts Randori (free practice) with Towa, who had already decided to join the judo club. Michi successfully knocks Towa off her back this time. Michi's best friend, Sanae Takigawa, sees how lively she is and invites her back to Judo. 

    ＼????????????アニメ化決定!!!!!!????????????／ 皆様の熱い応援のおかげで、村岡ユウ(@yuu1220）著、柔道ガールズ・ダイアリー「もういっぽん！」のアニメ化が決定しました！ 本日8日発売の週チャン32号、単行本13巻で堂々発表！ 続報は順次本誌でお伝えしますので、楽しみにお待ちください！#もういっぽん pic.twitter.com/G2uzmeKmux

— もういっぽん! 担当編集U田 (@ipponagain) July 7, 2021

    Tankobon 1st and 13th volume covers:

    Source: Weekly Shonen Canpion editor Uda Twitter 

  ©Yu Muraoka/AKITA PUBLISHING CO.,LTD.

  By: Mikikazu Komatsu