I think there's a lesson in here somewhere. Actually, I think there may be a few lessons — and I think you know what will be the outcome of this mess. This, my friends, is the beginning of a trainwreck.
Oh, where to begin? First of all, if there's weaponry in the room — especially multiple variations of sharp, sharp blades — don't sleep with some random fellow's wife. This is very true if you are some scrawny white boy in Japan. Japan, you see, is the home of such luminous warrior folk as the samurai and the ninja. Hence, if there's some weapons put on display near the door, it's probably not just there for decorative purposes.
Another point to make: getting drunk is not an ideal action if a tough-as-nails martial artist has just come home from the gym and his senses are sharp like a cheetah's claw. As far as perceptiveness is concerned, the odds are not in your favour. The throwing stars are just a few inches away, and they are made to wound people.
Finally, with everything else factored in, there should always be an escape route. It will not be behind the wall, for that is paper. It will not be under the bed. And unfortunately, you are closer to the husband than the wife is. He already sees your sandals. He's already pissed.
Dear white boy, you're going to be in a world of pain. Sign your death certificate right now.
Via Dark Roasted Blend
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