25/04/2026
Hatsumi sensei wrote an article for "History and Travel" magazine special about his visit to the US in 1983. Here's my translation:
Togakure ryū training in America
Hatsumi Masaaki
Until I met the martial arts master, Takamatsu Tosh*tsugu sensei, in era of the 20th year of Shōwa (mid-60s), I had constantly questioned whether the increasingly Westernized and stylized state of the ancient martial arts was truly representative of Japan’s martial traditions. It was at that time that Takamatsu sensei clarified the direction of my path, saying, “Become a mere insect. Even an insect can travel a thousand miles if it clings to a horse’s tail; the same applies to a tiger.”
Because of that, I was able to embark on my training with a pure heart, and for the thirty years since then, I have continued to train in order to master the profound secrets of Togakure ryū ninpō. Then, last August, I traveled alone to the United States, wondering if I was worthy of being the head of the Togakure ryū and if I could live up to my master’s expectations.
The moment I arrived, a friend who had been living in New York for over twenty years said to me, "Sensei, in America I’ll introduce you as Dr. Hatsumi. Here, if you say you’re a martial artist, people may go so far as to question your character." So, as Dr. Hatsumi, Togakure ryū ninpō Sōke, I decided to employ the principals of martial strategy to dispel the misunderstandings and prejudices surrounding Japanese martial arts.
Upon arriving at the dōjō on Broadway, I found fierce professional fighters waiting for me. Facing these warriors, I first explained, "My martial art is no power, no-speed; it requires a relaxed mindset." Right away, several massive professional fighters attack me all at once. But in the very next instant, their massive bodies were plummeting through the air. As I knocked down and pinned several of them at once, they all cried out in unison, "He's a wizard!!"—their eyes wide with astonishment at the sheer mastery of the Togakure ryū ninpō.
I next visited Camp Miami in Florida where three hundred professional fighters from all over the world were waiting. A man known as "Cowboy" who was said to have been stabbed in six places by a bull’s horn, was glaring at me with a murderous look. I tried to subdue him first, shouting, “Hey, come on, attack OK!” But before I could finish, his rock-hard fists and kicks flew at me. I used shinkūtaihen to send him spinning through the air and knock him down. As he tried to get up, I took the kyūsho at the knee with nadaredori (hōsetsu?) and he quickly tapped out in pain. Next to appear was an Indian wielding axes in both hands and sporting no fewer than five knives strapped to his body.
With a body as massive as an ox, he swung his axes wildly side-to-side. Since this had become a fight where I was risking my life, I held nothing back and struck the nagare hoshi kyûsho with a fist. With a scream, his axes flew to the ground one by one. I immediately dove into his guard, attacked his knees, twisted his half-standing body until he fell, snatched away his knife and pressed it firmly against his throat.
Next, the commander who had resolved the Lufthansa hijacking incident challenged me with a secret weapon. He launched a relentless assault. I was like the wind; his attacks merely cut through the air. Seizing the opportunity, I took his weapon and counterattacked, then toyed with him as if he were a ball. Perhaps overcome by astonishment, he cried, "Danke, danke, I have never met anyone so godlike!" and prostrated himself on the ground. After that, several giant men challenged me, but I seized their weapons from each of them,
After the match, I was bombarded with questions about the mysteries of the East, kuji, and jūmon (incantations). So I said, "Kuji, jūji, and the wonders of budō aren’t about theory. I’ll show you in practice. Hayes-kun, while I’m talking to everyone, if you see an opening, feel free to punch me anytime." With that, I had Hayes, a massive man with an eighteen-year career as a professional fighter, stand behind me while I continued answering questions. Perhaps he spotted an opening, for Hayes’s deadly punch came flying at me. However, his fist just grazed the side of my left ear and missed completely. "That is kuji" I said. He stood there speechless, his face pale. The nearly three hundred martial artists present all said, for a moment, time seemed to stand still during this miraculous scene. I believe that through this trip to the United States, I may have succeeded in making foreigners understand that "true budō is noble and peaceful and must be elevated to the level of art."
I believe this has been achieved. The reason is that, as I have long maintained, it has been confirmed in practice that neither ninpō nor martial arts can be understood through theoretical discourse alone; this has also served as proof that merely receiving instruction in the essence of mind, technique, and body is not enough. Whether it be ninpō or martial arts, only those who have managed to enter the flow of the perfect harmony of mind, technique, and body can truly perceive it. Finally, I invited the foreign martial artists who, through this trip to the U.S., came to understand just how wonderful Togakure ryū ninpō is as a martial art, to host the Martial Arts Japan Tournament. They enthusiastically agreed, and it has been decided that the event will be held for three days, from October 28 to 30, at Yūmoa Mura at the foot of Mount Tsukuba in Ibaraki Prefecture. I hope to use this opportunity to further spread Togakure ryū ninpō as a global martial art.