Gomenasai, my name is Ken-Sama.
I’m a 27 year old American Otaku (Anime fan for you gaijins). I draw Anime and Manga on my tablet, and spend my days perfecting my art and playing superior Japanese games. (Disgaea, Final Fantasy, Persona series)
I train with my Katana every day, this superior weapon can cut clean through steel because it is folded over a thousand times, and is vastly superior to any other weapon on earth. I earned my sword license two years ago, and I have been getting better every day.
I speak Japanese fluently, both Kanji and the Osaka dialect, and I write fluently as well. I know everything about Japanese history and their bushido code, which I follow 100%
When I get my Japanese visa, I am moving to Tokyo to attend a prestigious High School to learn more about their magnificent culture. I hope I can become an animator for Studio Ghibli or a game designer!
I own several kimonos, which I wear around town. I want to get used to wearing them before I move to Japan, so I can fit in easier. I bow to my elders and seniors and speak Japanese as often as I can, but rarely does anyone manage to respond.
Wish me luck in Japan!
RIP Ken-sama, you've been brainwashed into believing you're Bradon and husband to a landwhale feminist
good luck ken-sama!
Tsunamis are one hell of a beast.
where the fuck is kenichi
this reminds me of the end of evangelion
I assume what happened is that he was washed over to the American coast where a 3DPD 'saved' him and convinced him to marry her?
He didn't have his Katana, it's understandable how he lost to the full might of the country that killed the last samurais.
Howdy /a/, my name is Rawhide Kobayashi.
I'm a 27 year old Japanese Japamerican (western culture fan for you foreigners). I brand and wrangle cattle on my ranch, and spend my days perfecting my craft and enjoying superior American passtimes. (Barbeque, Rodeo, Fireworks)
I train with my branding iron every day, this superior weapon can permanently leave my ranch emblem on a cattle's hide because it is white-hot, and is vastly superior to any other method of livestock marking. I earned my branding license two years ago, and I have been getting better every day.
I speak English fluently, both Texas and the Oklahoma dialect, and I write fluently as well. I know everything about American history and their cowboy code, which I follow 100%
When I get my American visa, I am moving to Dallas to work in an oil field to learn more about their magnificent culture. I hope I can become a cattle wrangler for the Double Cross Ranch or an oil rig operator for Exxon-Mobil!
I own several cowboy hats, which I wear around town. I want to get used to wearing them before I move to America, so I can fit in easier. I rebel against my elders and seniors and speak English as often as I can, but rarely does anyone manage to respond.
Wish me luck in America!
That's the wrong copypasta!
His name is Kenichi Smith!
What have you done with Kenichi you monster
Choose your words carefully *unsheathes magnum revolver*
>Not Kenichi Smith
Get out of here.
RIP Ken-sama, our lord and savior
Cowboys are so much better than samurai.
Implying Rawhide Kobayashi isn't better.
That's exactly what I'm implying motherfucker. Bring back Kenichi
Kenichi went out to pasture,anon
RIP may his wild spirit run free in the desert
>Otaku = anime fan
Ken-sama and Mr. Kenichi, both of you will be missed.
Rawhide sounds like a gay porn title, gtfo.
Why is he saying sorry?
Someone post Ken's tsunami battle story.
The wind blows. It is 7 in the morning, Ken-sama woke up to the cold morning. He got up, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Ken-sama live in a traditional Japanese house, he only rent a room though. The old couple is nice enough to let him stay in their house.
Ken-sama grepped his kimono and wear it like a proper nihonjin, he walk to a window and smell the fresh nihonjin morning. “Ah, konbanwa anatas. What beautiful morning desu.” Ken-sama zoned out looking at the beach from his room. Ken-sama went downstairs to greet the old couple. “Ah, ohayou ojisan and obasan”. The old couple replied him with a warm smile and proceed with their breakfast while inviting Ken-sama.
Although Ken-sama can not understand them, he easily could read what the old couple is trying to say, he is born with this talent. “Arigato.” Ken-sama said, he then went upstairs to take a few things. He took a bokken and a katana, the katana is hidden in his kimono and the bokken is on his obi, this is to avoid being arrested by authorities as he was warned last time. Ken-sama will be going on his usual morning walk to sightseeing the glorious nihonjin country. “Itadakimasu obasan and ojisan”, they gave him a mixed smile and a slightly confused expression.
That's the joke...I hope...
Obsessive -> fanatic is a decent translation
Okay listen you fuckwit, I'm tired of seeing your shitpost all the time.
FIrst off, you fucking twerp, it's konnichiwa, not Gomenasai.
KO NI CHI FUCKING WA. Gomenasai means sorry.
Second, you're a fucking retard for thinking japanese games are superior in any kind. They're as good and bas as american ones. I also bet your drawings look like shit.
Now, you fucking faggot, let me teach you something about swords.
The best thing your glorious Katana can cut through is a bamboo straw, and NOT FUCKING STEEL. LEARN THAT FOR FUCKS SAKE.And it's folded about 10 times, for a total 800 kayers at fucking most. Nobody's gonna sit 5 years in his room and polish a rod, exept you maybe because you can't get any pussy.
Now, you're telling me that you know stuff about japanese history. HA HA FUCKING HA FAGGOT. You couldn'T even get a proper Kana if your life depended on it, not like it's worth anything. No fucking one wears a goddamn Kimono in the streets, you retarded fuckwit.
Go on, move to Japan, get laughed at by fucking everyone, I might just fly with you to have a seat in the front row when your spirit is shattered to a thousand bits. No one is gonna like an acne-ridden wannabe-japanese who doesn't know shit about the culture he so disgustingly admires.
Now, kindly fuck off and die, you scum of the earth.
Ken-sama reached the park near the beach, he like to watch kids playing as it is a something that can warm his pure heart. Suddenly, a sudden tremor. No, it’s more terrifying than that, it’s an earthquake, a huge one. The ground was shaking and beginning to crack, Ken-sama look at the children, they were running away terrified, “minna san! do not run around! Stay in place!”
The kids couldn’t understand what he was saying, he gestured what he was trying to say, he ordered the kids to stay in the middle of the park as it is too dangerous. But that was Ken-sama’s mistake, he look at the beach from afar. It was huge, a tsunami is coming. Ken-sama widened his eyes and look at the children and yelled every Japanese word he knew “Arigatou gozaimasu! Gomenasai! Run away minna-san!”
The children ran away, the wave is coming, it was at least 100ft tall. Ken-sama was ashamed with himself, he should have anticipated this, if he did the children would be far away by now. “sumimasen mina-san, it was my mistake”, he took his hidden katana and dual wield with the bokken and katana. As he ran towards the tsunami trying to stop it, he uttered his last words. “Arigatou obasan, ojisan. For taking care of me” The wave rise even higher. A shout is heard; “Nippon banzai!”.
Chill out man.
Rawhide Kobayashi is the original you disgusting newfag trash.
>Sorry, my name is Ken-sama?
now kill yourself...
Is pretending to be new the new ironic shitpost? Or is this actually what's happening
>Run away minna-san
Oh come on any good weeb knows how to approximate that in Jap
>the new ironic shitpost
I feel like we've reached levels of meta here never before seen
Its a shameful display
Jambo, /a/, my name is Tsumugi Kotobuki!
I'm a 17 year old Japanese mwali. I get my lower lip stretched in my spare time, and spend my days perfecting my Swahili and watching superior black television. (BET, Tyler Perry, The Proud Family)
I blow through my vuvuzela every day, this superior instrument can effectively drown out any other sound despite it just being a piece of plastic folded over a couple times, and is vastly superior to any other instrument on earth.
I speak several African languages fluently, Niger-Congo dialects are my specialty, and I can write quite legibly in the sand with sticks as well. I know everything about African history and their various tribal laws, which I follow 100%.
When I get my Nigerian visa, I am moving to Abuja to attend a prestigious mud hut to learn more about their magnificent culture. I hope I can become the second or third wife of a village chieftain.
I own several grass skirts, which I wear around town. I want to get used to wearing them before I move to Africa, so I can fit in easier. I whistle and click to my elders and seniors and speak Bantu as often as I can, but rarely does anyone manage to respond.
Wish me luck in Mother Africa!
>Not explaining what mwali is for dumfucks like me in a parenthesis
Would be even better if it was about hip-hop and ghetto culture
That's what I get for not reading the thread.
RIP Ken-sama he died for our sins.