Four and a half months, and finally, my first ninja sighting:
Rather than being those common-as-muck, deadly kind of ninjas, these guys were rumored to be from the ultra-secret Johnny Young Talent Time school:
They mixed together martial arts moves, dance moves, flips and weapon together in a kind of slickly choreographed martial arts dance. I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a light-hearted tribute, but these guys seemed very serious about their craft, and they were certainly very athletic.
The ninja leader seemed to be having a few problems, though. First, his plastic nunchucks broke mid-moonwalk and launched high into the air, leaving him frantically searching, spinning wildly in a most un-ninja-like manner. Later on, he stacked it during a tricky flip, grazing his side on the asphalt. It looked rather painful. Or it might have been for any ordinary man.
Still, for my first run-in with ninjas, they were slightly less deadly and far less invisible than I had been lead to believe.
That afternoon, I also got a pamphlet about the well-known Ninja restaurant in Tokyo. Perhaps I will go there to continue my studies of ancient Japan.
I hear they do magic tricks after dessert, too.