I have this nice metaphor I've developed about the martial arts. See, if you go to multiple samgyeopsal places in South Korea you'll notice each one has a different interpretation of the food. Each place has its own set of side-dishes that accompany the meat; and they use different ingredients for a marinade, that is if they do use one.
There might be a recommended way to eat the meat after it's cooked...
The meat might be smoked first before being seared...
And the meat might be scored to increase the surface area and give a distinct texture.
Back in the day, practitioners were from every background you can imagine, and their experiences were just as varied. There were scholars, bandits, bodyguards, chefs, mercenaries, soldiers, opera actors, ordinary people, security guards, even gangsters. There were those who fought on the lei tai (maybe it wasn't called that, but the culture might have had something similar), others fought in the back-alleys or slums. Others didn't fight at all. All of them would have had different ideas on what was "sporting." Or they wouldn't have had any such term in their vocabulary.
My teacher told me this story. That his teacher's grand-teacher (four generations removed from me) sold oranges on the sidewalk. And was still scarily good even in his old age. So you see, martial skill is grassroots; jealously guarded and lovingly honed over a person's life. It is an individualistic endeavor. Much like the mom-and-pop eateries of South Korea.
My teacher told me this story. That his teacher's grand-teacher (four generations removed from me) sold oranges on the sidewalk. And was still scarily good even in his old age. So you see, martial skill is grassroots; jealously guarded and lovingly honed over a person's life. It is an individualistic endeavor. Much like the mom-and-pop eateries of South Korea.
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