In one swift action, faintly reminiscent of a mob boss demanding answers, Otsuka Chimyou picked me up by my thighs and dangled me off a sheer cliff. It occurred to me that, if his grip had failed, or if the hemp rope he had knotted around my torso slipped, the landscape far beneath me might be the last thing I would see. A forest of cypress and cedar, the treetops swaying in the breeze. A buzzard turning on the thermals. A bead of sweat that dropped from my brow into thin air.
“Do you promise to respect your family?” Otsuka screamed, lurching forward, pretending to drop me. “Yes”
“Do you promise to apply yourself to your career?” he continued, repeating the feint. “Yes” I shouted louder.
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