So, I approached the handsome thirty-something man whom I thought was the sensei and asked for his permission to observe the classes and take photographs. He said sure. So there I was, peacefully observing, but he apparently did not explain to the students what I was doing, including Evil French Girl. Nor did he mention the matter to his father, the grandmaster. DA-DA-DA-DOOM!
Evil French Girl proceeds to rat me out to the grandmaster, whom I had not previously known existed. Next thing I know a very tall and fit-looking old man is looming over me, telling me in no uncertain terms to get out and never come back, before he THROWS ME OUT. I fled in such a hurry that I left my camera behind, and had to slink back the next day to retrieve it, skulking like a ninja until I spotted Nice Sensei. Who returned my camera and apologized, saying that his father, who had very recently turned over the school to his son, was a bit crotchety and he hadn't expected him to come to the school. But in case he did, I still couldn't come back.
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Evil French Girl proceeds to rat me out to the grandmaster, whom I had not previously known existed. Next thing I know a very tall and fit-looking old man is looming over me, telling me in no uncertain terms to get out and never come back, before he THROWS ME OUT. I fled in such a hurry that I left my camera behind, and had to slink back the next day to retrieve it, skulking like a ninja until I spotted Nice Sensei. Who returned my camera and apologized, saying that his father, who had very recently turned over the school to his son, was a bit crotchety and he hadn't expected him to come to the school. But in case he did, I still couldn't come back.