I’m in a particularly weird situation : no sensei present at my dojo, but I am dojo leader. Though there is one 50km away that I consider my sensei, that I don’t see often but whose advice I follow eagerly.
Plus two other, same 7th dan rank, same generation sensei who have different teaching styles and will bring perspective on my auto-evaluation, as other input sources.
The catch : all three of them have the same Japanese hachi-dan sensei and are good friends, so basically, I consider this maximising my angles of approach of the same core principles. Obviously they are different from each other as human beings but the source material (their sensei) makes sure I’m basically learning the same kendo.
Sometimes, I may feel that one sensei is going to be best for putting me on the right track, depending on the difficulties I face while if I limited myself to just one, I might find myself going in circles more.
I know my place well and embrace it. I’m a dojo leader but not a sensei. I’m willing to learn to be able to pull my group in the right direction, not to make myself important. and I shuffle between those three sensei that I appreciate greatly, not because I don’t like when I hear their criticism (and sometimes admonishing) but because I want a bigger and clearer, more diverse picture of where I stand in kendo.
I really think that both this and having been a dojo leader for so long (since my first dan) wouldn’t have been possible without a solid decade of beforehand martial arts training, through which my ego has been somewhat tamed.
Without a mind already moulded by practice, I would probably have lost myself on an ego trip, I’m pretty sure of that.
So with this post, and against all your expectations, dear reader, I would like to thank my fencing Maître d’Armes and my Karate Sensei for dealing with, respectively, the impatient adolescent and later the superficial young man that I once was.
They helped me root out all sorts of flaws of character and I am truly, humbly grateful for it. The sad thing is that I lost contact with both of them. I tried to send a letter to my karate sensei around 2011 but it came back “unknown at this address”.
I fear the worst.
I think my Maître d’Armes is still around though, but he’d be well into his nineties by now.
I fear the worst.
I should try and get in touch.
Wow, this post has a twist that I didn’t anticipate when I started writing it…

Left : me aged 13. I practiced fencing from 1997 to 2001, from 12 to 16. Right : Maître d’Armes Fernand Briot after his last training, we did a honour guard to celebrate.

Left : the karate dojo before practice. Right : my Karate Shotokan instructor from 2001 to 2006, Alex Guiot-sensei who liked to incorporate jiujitsu and aikido techniques around a strong shotokan core. I practiced another year and a half in a couple other dojos after his closed down. I never could find elsewhere what I liked at the zanshin no michi dojo.
In 2005 I practiced kendo and iaido for a year in another town 40 kilometres away and had to stop because I was a student and moving around proved impractical. When my current dojo opened in my home town at the end of 2009, I joined immediately!
We have started the tenth year of existence of this kendo dojo and I have now begun my 11th year of kendo. I hope there are plenty more years that will follow and plenty more sensei to guide me along the way, and perhaps not only in matters pertaining to kendo, but also about life in general.
*raises glass*
Here is to all the giants whose shoulders we’ve been invited to stand upon.