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oyakata’s absence. Eight jonidan sumotori trained with a solitary sandanme on the first morning I attended, and they began by stretching the lower back, shoulders, arms and neck, each for the count of ten. The sumotori performed the stretches having partitioned themselves into three rows, with each row three-wrestlers deep. To underline their sense of togetherness and awareness, they established a formal system for administering the ten-count. The front-right deshi, the slender and pretty-faced Teraomaru, administered the first ten-count before handing over to the front-centre deshi. He, in turn, handed over to the front-left deshi, who was proceeded by the middle-left, middle-centre, middle-right etc. The procedure was slickly executed, and over in less than a minute. It was followed by some light thigh and calf stretches, which led into the obligatory session of shiko stamping. This time, 20-year-old Teraomaru administered most of the count. After he reached ‘15,’ the shiko became dramatically less co-ordinated; the collective thud of feet on clay which accompanied earlier numbers giving way to a pitter-patter of soft thwacks. Teraomaru, aware that all was not well, checked over his shoulder to survey the problem. He found the two youngest sumotori – whose legs had begun to redden – stamping the odd numbers only, while some more experienced colleagues stamped on – or between – random numbers of their choosing. He said nothing, though, and led the various guises of shiko until the count of 30. A larger, slightly younger deshi then assumed control of the exercise, and took his colleagues to the 50th shiko stamp, a milestone that was greeted with deep panting from several quarters. After the gale-force air-conditioning cooled them down, the sumotori spent a considerable amount of time on squats, in order to strengthen |
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their
thighs and hamstrings. The count emanated from the voice of a
skinny, but well-toned, apprentice whose deep vocal chords belied the
youthfulness of his face. Not even 16, he had doubtless joined the heya
within the previous few weeks. Alongside him stood his best friend in
sumo, a fellow 15-year-old, much rounder and with marshmellowy cheeks,
but just as painfully inexperienced. His barely-broken voice was
soothing in tone, in stark contrast to the deep, hoarse cough he
occasionally emitted. The two novices bore absolutely no battle scars,
and their naïve, uncertain faces appeared hopelessly unprepared to
receive any. Their skin seemed so tender as to automatically demand
wrapping up in cotton wool. I still wince at the thought of their
getting hurt, perhaps during their inaugural matawari split. But, if
they possess a mental toughness hidden by their vulnerable appearance,
they will somehow evolve into the older wrestlers beside them, sporting
moderately cute faces but also scarred legs, purple pelvic joints,
bandaged toes and scaly feet.
Thirty squats later, the wrestlers decided to add some oshi (pushing) movements to their routine, and propelled their hands forward alternately in a thrusting motion |
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upon
every squat. Having slapped
imaginary opponents into submission, hands were placed on heads for 30
further squats, before a push-up session was instigated. The skinny
novice hurtled towards the dohyo surface and completed ten push-ups
with less difficulty than most, but the bulkier novice had been given
special dispensation to rest his hands against the raised platform on
which I sat. He thus executed his push-ups at a 40° angle, but even
from this less arduous position, struggled to manage five. His oyakata
presumably cannot wait to introduce him to the dumb-bells. Shortly afterwards, a door to my right was slid open with a screech, and the deshi were jolted into shouts of ‘good morning!’ Two tree-trunk-sized legs stomped onto the beige-vanished wooden floor, carrying the well-formed torso of the stable’s most senior wrestler into the dohyo area. The wrestler in question was Homasho, one of sumo’s rapidly rising stars and fresh from an amazing jun-yusho in the previous tournament. His rapid ascent to the eighth highest rank in sumo (maegashira 4W) had not only made sumo fans proud to hail him Next |
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