Bloodshed. Good blood. One of the beauties of combat sport is the phenomenon that one can aim to take another's life but all out of respect. The many times my karate gi has been blood stained is countless. To the call of "hajime" we go at each other. The more we respect another fighter, the more we give them our all. On "yame" we shake hands and walk away as better men. Today the blood on my gi is my opponenets. Tomorrow who knows. What I do know is that I'm ready to share my respects with the next one.
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