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impact
ahead, Tomishima shouted when exhorting the deshi to charge. The deshi
obliged, gave Tomishima’s wobbly pectorals a nasty sting, and caused
Homasho’s tsukebito to slide to the edge of the
dohyo. The sound of the impact was considerable, but paled into
insignificance after the almighty pangs that occurred an hour later
when Homasho charged at Tomishima so ferociously that the latter
instinctively sought to back away. Such was the force of Homasho’s
advance that the attendant’s back often found itself slammed against the
wall panels some six metres away. After butsukari-geiko came the tsuki-dashi workout. Teraosho, one of the more rotund deshi ranked at jonidan 89E, occupied the centre of the dohyo, spread out his blubbery arms and invited a series of colleagues to take turns in removing him from the ring via a ‘tsuki’ thrusting attack to the upper body. It was here that the difference between the established sumotori and the novices was most cruelly exposed. The skinny novice missed Teraosho’s pectorals completely with his charge, ended up thrusting against thin air, and earned a reprimand for almost taking his partner’s eye out. Meanwhile, the weightier novice, for all his size, appeared woefully short of thrusting power and took four attempts to even move Teraosho let alone oust him from the ring. He, and his inexperienced companion, spent the remainder of the training session tossing a heavy rice bag between them, in the hope of building up the necessary arm and leg power for more convincing tsuppari attacks in the future. Homasho, meanwhile, set to work with the real weights, and practiced charging while gripping a dumb-bell in each hand. At 8.05am, two deshi departed the training session to head down to the Kokugikan for their morning matches. As they did so, the ring was purified by way of a sprinkling of salt prior to the day’s first practice |
bouts,
which were between Teraosho and an equally chubby sumotori. Teraosho
began splendidly; winning four of the first five bouts, but then seemed
to decline spectacularly (perhaps due to his poorly right foot?) and
lost four on the bounce. Tomishima then entered the combat zone and
punished him in similar fashion. The last two Tomishima
Shikoroyama’s star man, later in the day
victories came before the bespectacled eyes of the oyakata, whose 8.15am entrance in a lime-green tracksuit had been welcomed as enthusiastically as Homasho’s. Amid the morning greetings, Shikoroyama swiftly perched himself on the zabuton which had been carefully laid a couple of metres in front of my own. His commanding presence inspired the deshi to fight harder in the practice bouts; their grunts becoming louder with each one. To remind the oyakata that he had been fighting for some time, Tomishima loudly asked Teraosho if he felt fine after so many bouts. ‘I seem good!’ came the confident reply, before each made a beeline for the other’s belt. Teraosho’s condition was clearly far behind that of Homasho’s tsukebito, though. The latter won the bout easily, leaving the former to eye the oyakata nervously in defeat. The oyakata did not look overly impressed but immediately turned his attention to the next |
practice match, won by Tomishima with a tsuppari attack that evoked
memories of Terao. Besides Homasho, it was not too difficult to guess upon whom the hopes of Shikoroyama were pinned. The twenty-year-old Tomishima was at the centre of practically every exercise and proved extremely difficult to dislodge from the victor’s corner in the moshi-ai (winner stays on) bouts. When his tsuppari ran out of steam, he fought valiantly on the mawashi and elicited hearty encouragement from both Shikoroyama and Homasho as a result. ‘Use your leg!’ the oyakata implored during the longest bout of the day, in which Tomishima eventually triumphed. It was the only piece of technical advice that Shikoroyama felt expedient to pass onto him. The oyakata did, however, call the young pretender aside for a lengthy discussion on a different matter. He evidently could not recall Tomishima’s wrist being bandaged the day before and therefore resolved to quiz him thoroughly. ‘You’ve bandaged it,’ he began, almost disbelievingly. ‘Yes!’ cried the young protégé, like a private addressing his commanding officer. ‘Really!’ asked the oyakata. ‘Yes!’ In response to a gesture from his stablemaster, Tomishima offered his arm up for inspection. The oyakata felt his way along the bandage, prodded something, and observed: ‘It hurts here, then?’ ‘Yes!’ yelped the young protégé, either through unflinching obedience or flinching with pain. It is not surprising that Shikoroyama Next |
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