". . . And Kancho started to punch the tree. Whet . . . whet . . . whet . . . His low, growling kiais could have come from the bowels of a tiger. As Kancho's power intensified, we heard a rhythmic rustling from above. The cameramen and the bystanders looked up. The leaves and branches of the tree were shaking with each punch! The looks on the faces of the ABC camera crew told the story. This was from another world, this kind of power. . . ." -an excerpt from Donbas-My Friendship with Mas Oyama by Jacques Sandulescu. http://www.usadojo.com/articles/my-friendship-mas-oyama.htm whitelynx
