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My Life as a JapanophileJust to let you know, this article is narrated by me. I'm from the United States. Not only is it for personal purposes, but also for research purposes.
Japanophilia - The appreciation for anything Japanese
Japanophile - A person who appreciates anything Japanese (That's me!)
Japanophobia - The hatred for anything Japanese
Japonism - Japanese influence in non-Japanese arts and media
Anime - Japanese animation that has characters often portrayed with large eyes and unnatural hair, which we all know about.
Manga - Japanese comics
Since my childhood, I loved Japanese things, particularly Nintendo. It all started when I was a young boy at about 5 or 6 years old. I was playing Namco Museum DS on my brother's Nintendo DS Lite and I looked at the flyers, and it said the games were originally Japanese. I loved Pac-Man the most. When I was 5 years old or something, I experienced Pac-Man, Galaxian and others.
Ano Chapter 1 1. 日 Sonne
2. 本 Ursprung
3. 人 Mensch
4. 時 Uhr, Zeit
5. 行 gehen
6. 回 mal, drehen
7. 金 Geld
8. 忙 viel zu tun
Als der Gott des Wissens und der Weisheit wiedergeboren wurde, saß er im 本
Kuroi Ryu Part 15 Kuroi had been running until the sun had set below the horizon. He finally felt that no one was following him and that he was safe now. He sits against a tree to catch his breath. He was drenched from the river, he needed to make a fire soon. He gathered up some small sticks and Fear formed his head and lit the fire. The purple flame was somehow soothing and warm, despite it's harsh and terrifying appearance.
He wrapped his arms around his legs looking into the fire. He stared into the fire, and he saw some figures in the fire. He knew who they were. He smiled at them in the fire, watched them burn.
"Master?" Fear spoke up
Kuroi just kept staring, then responded in a cold focused tone. "What is it?"
"Do you mind me asking about what you were thinking about? While you were unconscious?"
"What about it?"
"Well, you were clearly upset by something. Could you tell me what it was?"
Kuroi Ryu Part 3Shattered was busy cleaning the bloodstains out of his kimono in the river after what happened last night. He realized he may have overdone by a large margin, but he couldn't help but love the fear they felt. He smiled a little at that. How scared those bandits looked. How they screamed in agony and pain. He couldn't help how much he enjoyed their suffering for what they did. But he removed those thoughts from his mind for a moment and decided to bathe himself while his clothes were being washed. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" It was just freezing! He forgot how cold rivers could be. So he washed himself as quickly as possible and came out barely able to breathe. He needed to dry off fast. Just as soon as he thought that someone's hand was holding a cloth.
"Here." Shattered looked at who was giving the cloth, he recognized him to be the man he first met. He had a stern look on his face.
"Uh, thank you." Shattered said nervously. He took the cloth and began drying himself off, and then
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