This was a ride. Ten catered to my changing tastes in storytelling, speaking to me with the heavy tone and interesting characters while rarely forcing them to be exuberant. Rather letting us take them in as they are and that being enough. There was a sense of quietness which resonated with me through the tension and the heart. I remember thinking this was something special, getting a warm feeling while I read the Sawada arc, or finding the Christmas chapter so sincerely charming. That stuff never left. Ten also encouraged me to learn mahjong a few volumes in, enjoying the game and learning it while reading the manga which inspired me to play even more mahjong. I was using skills picked up from observing Ten and the gang, and my friends even started playing with me. It was definitely a positive addition to my life over these last few months. In a super great way, some say learning mahjong teaches life skills, and the mahjong lessons Fukumoto gives are in turn literal life skills which by playing with them in mind, we ingrain.
I can dig into why I loved the characters, them being unique and playing off each other, expressing themselves in and out of the game. They ultimately made for my favorite Fukumoto cast in the sheer number of characters I ended up loving. Akagi as an ideal, a nearly impossible to reach but still deeply human representation of cutting to the center of "life", Ten offering another take on that and being an endearing boy himself, Hiroyuki as a window for us to relate and grow with; likely to become someone like him if we play our cards right. Harada and Soga as ‘villains’ or more likely endearing antagonists, Soga’s respect of Akagi culminating in one of my favorite Fukumoto moments ever, and Harada’s pragmatism, arrogance and tenacity being countered by his desire for something more- his request for a final match. Everyone was great and my reactions expressed that. The final arc only added to them, well maybe excluding Ken but he got his spotlight when he sacrificed himself against Harada!
I was honestly worried that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy Ten all that much because, I don’t remember specific plot details, I don’t remember many specific moves made in gambles, these things fade in the long run. What I remember most is the characters, the feelings, and most importantly, what I learn. In this way, I thought this work could never surpass something like Kurosawa which speaks in such broad strokes and influenced my life so greatly. And maybe it can’t but this ended up serving as a great companion piece to it. Throughout the parallel between the illogical world of gambling and the real world, rejecting logic and following intuition or direct logic(that of the heart) for what we want to do, believing in and giving up as inseparable, winning or losing as ourself, and literally all of the final arc. Stuff like separating life from its luxuries, the success, common sense, logic, failure, myths of normalcy or ‘proper’, allowing oneself to become a worthless person. Even facing death. These are things that I think chisel out the theories that are so powerful while putting them into practice in the likes of Kurosawa, and it gives us more of a grip on how to look at life through the ideas shared. And that’s hardly mentioning the emotional highs of final arc of Ten which, while hyped up, did not disappoint at all. I cried like I don’t normally cry when it comes to manga, to the beauty, the kindness, the futility, the empowerment, the connection; Harada-Hiro and blacksuit-Soga and Akagi-Ginji are special highlights in that avenue. It was.. good.
Although this chapter may have been slightly heavy handed to be totally honest, let’s all take a chunk of Akagi Shigeru with us too. Let’s step in the grass with our socks on and keep our spark burning.
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