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Usagi

Usagi Yojimbo Omnibus Volume 1
Script and Art by Stan Sakai
Published by Dark Horse Comics

Usagi Yojimbo is kind of a difficult comic to classify in terms of age appropriateness.  As a samurai pulp, it is certainly the most accessible to a western audience of the comics I’ve discussed so far.  It lacks the gore and explicit content of “Lone Wolf and Cub,” and its setting is simpler than “Rurouni Kenshin’s” historical period.  At first glance, the cartoonish talking animal characters make it seem perfect for younger kids.  The first story in this collection even features a guest appearance by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  But there is something nonetheless unflinching in Sakai’s tales of the long-eared wandering swordsman that resonates with the stark realities of Japan’s Shogunate period.
Although this collection is labeled as “volume one,” this collection actually contains parts  eight through ten of the series, which is the point where Dark Horse began to publish the collected volumes.  Although a great deal of backstory is referenced at times, Sakai is very good at bringing the reader up to speed quickly, and I never felt lost.
Following Miyamoto Usagi as he wanders the countryside, the stories in his collection are picaresque adventures that flow organically, and build slowly upon one another.  They don’t reach a climax in this volume, but I am quite curious about where Usagi ends up.  These stories are by turns exciting, heartwarming, and sad, and they are filled with a sense of wonder and reverence for Japanese culture and traditions.  Even though he is of the Samurai class, Usagi’s humility and genuine desire to connect with other people allow him to enter a variety of stories, from a widow struggling to avenge her husband’s death on the gambler responsible to an exploration of traditional seaweed farming.
The varied nature of the stories is delightful, but parents might want to read through first, or read with their children to be able to answer some of the difficult issues sometimes raised by this comic.  One of the most moving, but also difficult to read stories in this collection is entitled “Noodles.”  The story of a mute soba seller and his performer/pickpocket companion, it deals with some very heavy subjects, including justice, or the lack thereof, the rights of the disabled, and capital punishment.  While the conclusion to that story is satisfying, it is the darkest point in the book, and it was hard for me to get through as an adult.
Sakai’s art is superlative.  His style is at once a blend of  Carl Barks and Goseki Kojima and something entirely his own, and it is breathtaking.  His attention to detail, and his deft depiction of samurai fighting that doesn’t dip into gory self-indulgence is wonderful, and keeps  the stories moving while lending them a timeless atmosphere.
Usagi Yojimbo is an excellent comic for readers new to the genre, or for anyone with an interest in Japanese culture.  You can find the first volume on Amazon, or at your local comics shop.

The City: 047: Emma

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Something was happening in front of the building.  Emma tried to check her feeds, something she had added for herself when she built the system.  She couldn’t read them.  Babbage looked at her.  He knew!  How could he know?  And what had he done to Roberto?
“You’ve hacked The City!  I didn’t think it was possible.”  The rest of the board watched in horror.
“Hacking is such an inelegant word for what I’ve done.  I almost needed to make a new City myself.  Sizemore’s access was the last hurdle.”
“What are you going to do?  Crown yourself king?” Babbage laughed.

The City: 046: Tyrone

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Downstairs, the situation was getting tense between City Police and the Midas Private Security.  Commissioner Jenkins had practically fought his way inside, and all available security was converging to stop him from entering the building.  The problem was, nearly all the cops were unbootable and unbanable, which made Tyrone’s weapon useless.  But if the cops’ were, so were the security guards’.  They were at an impasse.  Some twit, a suit low enough on the ladder to get thrown to the wolves, identified as Abner Lanning, appealed for calm as the meeting continued on Mount Olympus.  He was bootable.  Tyrone fired.

The City: 045: Raine

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“An explanation?  Of course.”  Babbage practically oozed unctuous charm.  Raine considered the confrontation with interest.  The whole board did, but they weren’t going to get involved.  There was a time to get your hands dirty, and a time to keep them clean.  Most of them knew which was which.  “I believe you’ll find a document in your folders which explains the situation quite clearly.”  Roberto ripped out the paper in question and held it up.
“This doesn’t tell me a goddam thing!”  Holding the paper, Roberto’s avatar suddenly glitched and froze in place.  Babbage smiled.
“Now, we can truly begin.”

The City: 044: Roberto

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For Roberto, the stock sale was the final insult.  He had never been a loyal soldier to Midas Corp.  Their takeover of his company had been all but openly hostile, but the price had been too good to pass up, and The City needed his translation algorithms and messaging capability to become what it could be.  Sizemore had never trusted him, and he admitted it was probably with good reason.  But to sell his shares without consulting the board, Roberto included, was unconscionable.  He banged his fist on the table.  “I demand an explanation,” he shouted to the grinning idiot.

The City: 043: Dani

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Dani watched the rest of the board, waiting for the resentment to break the surface.  She wondered who would crack first.  Would it be Victoria, Sizemore’s able second in command?  How much did she know about this deal?  Or would it be Raine, the angel investor who kept Midas afloat when it was the whipping boy of a phalanx of international justice probes?  Or would it be Trey and Linda, the venture capitalists that got The City off the ground without knowing what it was?  It turned out to Roberto, the Brazilian social media wunderkind, who threw the first punch.

The City: 042: Sam

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Sam was an oil baron.  His daddy had been an oil baron.  His son, if he didn’t bankrupt the company or buy a baseball team or some damn thing, would be one too.  Sam knew there was a lot going on in this, room.  It wasn’t a real space, but with his gloves and goggles on, it might as well have been.  Everything else was fake, too.  The smiles, the platitudes.  The board was a nest of vipers, but this new guy, Babbage, he was different.  His frozen face just as fake, but he wore it openly.  Sam liked that.

The City: 041: Ilyana

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Ilyana took careful notes as the man began his presentation.  The first five minutes were all bland platitudes, as cheap and hollow as his avatar.  He introduced himself as Alan Babbage, a pseudonym so facile it was insulting.  He continued to deflect the question of who his backers were, which made it all but certain that something about the deal was illegal.  And while The City had risen by being a digital haven more secure than a chain of Cayman Islands stacked on top of Dubai, there would come a tipping point.  She would have her records when it did.

The City: 040: Gene

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Gene was the last member of the board to arrive. The retired entertainer was used to making people wait for him, so he was not particularly bothered by the ten pairs of glaring eyes staring daggers at him.  He was even less interested in the man in the cheap avatar up front, the mysterious bag man for whoever had bought Sizemore out.  Gene had headlined The City’s first live concert, a proof of concept that elevated it from nerd hangout to International hot spot.  Let them stare and fight each other for scraps.  His seat on the board was assured.

The City: 039: Linda

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Linda patted Trey’s arm in what she wanted to project as a grandmotherly way.  Not that she’d have ever touched him in real life, but the gesture was for the cameras each of them had secreted about their persons as if it was.  Linda considered herself the Grand Dame of the twelve member board, and she had chosen to play this acquisition soft, for now.
“I’m sure dear Augustus has a good reason for his absences, and our new associates have a good reason for remaining anonymous, for now.”  The Smiling Man said nothing.  The rest of them filed in.

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