challenge someone to a duel

i challenge everyone at every opportunity now:) is’t so funny people freak out sometimes like i’m gonna kill them mwahahahahaha!!!!!

When I stood there with a wooden sword in my hand knowing that the man in front of me was a trained Kendoka from Hawaii, I remember wondering what I had been thinking when I challenged him to a duel.
I wanted his belt. That was all. I asked him what I had to do to get a belt like it. He told me that his obi was a gift from his instructor commemorating his 8th year of training. He put it simply, “Train for 8 years or beat me in a duel,”
I think he was surprised when I accepted the latter and challenged him as he stepped out of the Korean Geumdo academy one evening. Naturally, he refused. Quoting Miayamoto Musashi he brushed me aside saying, “I have nothing to gain by accepting your challenge; I’ll do nothing that is of no use,”
So I pulled five $20’s out of my wallet, tossed it to the ground and stepped on it. I told him frankly that I would take his belt if I won and give him $100 if I lost.
I am certain he thought it would be easy money, because he accepted with one condition: we would use bokken instead of Shinai and we would fight without practice armour.

Now, I would take a moment to explain that Kendoists tend to use both shinai (flexible bamboo sword) and practice armour when sparring. A bokken is much harder than a shinai and heavier to boot. A blow from one of those can cause injury through practice armour, not to mention put you in the hospital without it.

So we entered the sparring floor and made ready, much to the chagrin of the instructor, who tried to stop us verbally before leaving the room so that he would not be a witness to the carnage about to ensue.

I’ll not go into detail, but somehow I managed to hit him in the head pretty hard and he conceded, though he claimed that I did something against the rules. He was crying and embarrassed and he begged me not to take the belt. He insisted that the duel was null and void because we had not agreed on the rules of engagement.

Feeling very cold and a bit embarassed at the display, I dropped the belt and took my money off the table. i never entered that school again.
-Most Respectfully.

I forgot my I.D in the store, so when he wouldn’t sell me alcohol, I did what I needed to do.
I challenged him with every fibre of my being.

He just looked at me.

but we used pea shooters. Neither of us really “won”, but my little brother and I hurt so much the next day. Those tiny little bruises go deep…

I’m actually a pacifist at heart, but just for that sense of adventure I’d love to have some kind of a duel with someone, preferably a sword fight. I mean just look at Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I can’t watch that movie without really getting inspired to go and fight a mortal enemy with a sword.

smack accross the cheek and then we dance the thin metal shafts up against one anothers…pulling back and lunging forward together;opposed to each other in harmonious competition. Perfectly volleying movements until at last, a touch, so gentle and so scolding…I win!