...It is stories like these that make me realize the truth of Tissier's statement: "In those days, Miyamoto only trained to destroy his partner."
I attended his class at the 9th IAF in Tokyo. Nothing has changed by then. There was this ramen place across the road from the hostel where we frequented during the seminar. I believed that it was after the farewell dinner when a few of us, after having our favorite ramen, happened to see a not quite sober M on the other end of overhead walkway coming towards us. We stopped in our track and could feel ourselves melting into the side railings, not uttering a sound or making any slight movement as he passed us by.