It would be four years after visiting the Seishin Kai Hombu Dojo
in Osaka, Japan, in
June, 1969, that I would get to train with Shogo Kuniba,
Soke. At that time, I was in the middle of a tour of Vietnam and I
was fortunate to be able to also frequent mainland Japan. I was a member
of Seishan Kai from September 9, 1965 to 1981. Richard P. Ballargeon and
James A. Benko were head of the organization. Shogo Kuniba was known as
head family and T. Hayashi was Kaicho of SKKU. Back then, Jujitsu and
Karate do were taught at the same dojo and you could train in either
concurrently.
That trend continued until April 1968 when I went in the U.S.
Army. It wasn't long until I went to Vietnam and
Ballargeon went to
Pakistan. I
corresponded with him; he was leaving Hakko Ryu Martial Arts Federation and I was still
studying Hakko Ryu in Omyia, Japan. I liked both men as martial arts
leaders, but I saw what I wanted in the Osaka Hombu Dojo that summer of
1969. An interpreter spoke for me that day. I had ridden the bullet
train from Shinjiku Station to Osaka. I had no clue what was said, but I watched
at the door while the people inside talked. I wasn't allowed in. I was
told to come back the next day if I wanted to talk about training. My time
being limited, I went to Omyia, Japan.
I will never forget what I saw in that dojo in Osaka. That was the way I wanted to learn kata and bunkai. My previous training wasn't even close. But that was typical of the training in those early days. I spent a year with the Koreans in Vietnam, got their black belt, but I still wanted more training. The karate I saw in that dojo was inspirational. The interpreter left my name and USA address with the people there.
My ride back on the bullet train to Zama was a quiet time. My feelings were between excitement and anger. I finally saw what I had always suspected. The Shi To Ryu kata structure I had been exposed to thus far was lacking and there was no bunkai. When you are a teenager and older people are in charge, what you think is not important. That mode continued in the U.S. for many years. I wanted that changed, but it never happened.
I made one more trip to Japan with a friend, Lemmel
"Doc" Stroud, who was a Jujitsu practitioner that
started training
with me back in the 1960's. (Read the story of The
Funeral Home Dojo) We did not go to Osaka, but to Tokyo
instead. We continued studying Hakko Ryu under Shihan Shinji Tori.
Over the next few years, Shiro Kawakami, Shihan, came to the
U.S. to train. He lived with Doc Stroud until he went to Canada to
work. He had trained at the same dojo that Doc and I did in Tokyo.
It was the summer of 1974 when Shogo Kuniba came to the U.S. to a martial arts camp in Staunton, Virginia. He came in late and we all got up and welcomed him. The next day reminded me of four years earlier in Osaka. All the higher ranking karateka flaunted him and I, along with Doc Stroud, stayed in the background. We were lower ranked, my shodan at the time being in Moo Duk Kwan, but we were yondans in Jujitsu. Jujitsu people, back then, didn't have much clout unless you could get a karate man to work with you for a few minutes.
The next day, Kuniba did his thing. It was almost a religious experience just to watch him do pinans. That night all the ranking karateka were in his hooch. It was about 9:00 p.m. and I had already turned in for the night when someone came for me. I was instructed to go visit Kuniba's room along with the upper ranking karateka. I remember being so excited about going over to visit him, but even more excited when Kuniba, Soke, produced the name and address that the interpreter had left at the Hombu Dojo in Osaka four years earlier.
Kuniba announced that any sensei who wanted him to visit their dojo could put their name in for the schedule and pay so much money for the week. I made sure I got my week. Then the political turmoil began! What happened back then with Mr. Ballargeon is history. I will say I talked and tried to get the two back together to work things out. As I look back, it was all about power. I am glad now that Mr. Ballargeon and Kuniba worked out their differences.
My time had come that early fall and I picked Soke up from the airport and we went to my place. The students were waiting for him with excitement. This was one class and it would be the next night before we would meet another group, as I had two dojo at the time.