Karate-Do: My Way of Life(paperback)
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“the neighbors took to the conjecturing among themselves as to where I went and what I was doing. Some decided that the only possible answer to this curios enigma as a brothel.
The truth was very different indeed. Night after night, often in the backyard of Azato house as the master looked on, I would practice a kata time and again week after week, sometimes month after month, until I had mastered it to my teacher’s satisfaction. This constant repetitions of a single kata was grueling, often exasperating and on occassion humiliating. More than once I had to lick the dust on the floor of the dojo or inthe Azato backyard. But practice was strict, and I was never permitted to move on to another kata until Azato was convinced that I had satisfactorily understood the one I had been working on.”
