On the afternoon I returned to Sensei Ki-Jo’s hillside house, it had been a week since I
Steve and Travis congratulated me on surviving.
Sensei Ki-Jo gave me a nod from his rocking chair in-between puffs on his pipe
of Hacker and, that evening, we shared a massive feast together while I explained all
about the ceremony; even S ensei Ki-Jo seemed happy by my return, something
astounding considering the torture he had put me through.
They flew me in a private jet to Australia.