#capoeira

Oh boy the thought of the write up at the end of every day again lmao.

Chill class with mostly music focus where everyone brings their berimbau to practice.

Only 4 people didn't have one. Dang I feel like an uninvolved student for not having one but also I know myself that I would not feel like practicing it a lot of the time - even the pandeiro I got has been sitting in its case since I got it in May. 😅

I read LABB. Page 93, Oh! Information about BB’s killings.

Page 94-95, The FBI Agent Naomi Misora never did understand why, and even the century's greatest detective, L, did not manage to create a working theory until several years after the case had ended. Oh!  but Beyond Birthday had traded nothing—he had seen the world through those eyes since before he could remember.

He knew your name before you said it. Mention of BB’s eyes. From the time he was born he knew the day his father would be attacked by a thug and die, knew the day his mother would die in a train crash. He had these eyes before he was born, which is why he called himself Beyond Birthday. Which is why a child as strange as he was taken in by our home, sweet home—Wammy’s House.

He was B.

The second child in Wammy's House. Oh! BB’s backstory.  Beyond Birthday remembered how he had attacked Naomi Misora three days before, on August 16th, in the alley downtown.

Of course, he had known when she would die—had seen how much life remained. Naomi Misora's life. It was not that time, on August 16th, but much, much later.

Which meant...

If he attacked her with intent to kill, he would absolutely fail. That explains it.  He knew that he would. Ensuring his path of escape was far more critical. Naomi Misora was nothing but L's servant, and if she died there would be dozens of replacements—from the FBI, the CIA, and the NSA—even the Secret Service. So he had only been testing her. Seeing if Naomi Misora was capable of being L's substitute. Ahha.

Page 96-97, Only then would the competition begin.

Only then would the real game start.

"...L."

The competition between L and B.

L and B's puzzle.

"If L's a genius then B's an extreme genius. If L's a freak, then B's an extreme freak. Now it's time to get ready There are things I must do before B can surpass L. Henh henh henh henh. U. Interesting.

Page 98-99, “Basically? There is no private detective named Rue Ryuzaki.” “So he's unlicensed?”

An unprivate detective.

He had said so himself.

“No. There are no records of anyone named Rue Ryuzaki at all. Not just in America, but in the records of every country in the world. The name Ryuzaki is reasonably common in your home country, but none of them are named Rue.”

“Oh. He speaks Japanese like a native, so I thought he might be from there.. .so it's a fake name?”

“Presumably.” Raye was silent for a moment, but then blurted, That’s scary.

Misora had gone back to the cabinet and taken out the album of photographs again. She looked through them once more, checking every picture of the little blonde girl.

And realized...

.. .that there was not one picture of her wearing glasses.

The only picture of her with glasses was the one of her dead. Not because there wasn't a problem with her eyes—her chart was in the file, showing her right eye at 0.1 and her left at 0.05—but that she almost always wore contact lenses. After her death, the killer had put the glasses on and taken the contact lenses away. They were dis¬ posable lenses, so the investigative team had not noticed them miss¬ ing. Misora had contacted the victim's mother, who had confirmed not only that Quarter Queen almost never wore glasses, not even at home, but that the glasses she was wearing in the crime scene photograph did not belong to her.

Page 100-101, Once again, it was Ryuzaki who had brought up the topic of the victim's crushed eyes, it was Ryuzaki who had suggested she look at the photo album carefully—without him, she would not have fig¬ ured it out. Or at the least, it would have taken a lot more time.

At this point, it was noon, so they decided to get some food and figure out how to move next. Ryuzaki invited Misora to eat with him, but she declined. Aww.

Page 102-103, “I'm afraid I don't have time to explain right now," he said. “Please try and work it out for yourself. But the next murder will occur.. .or the killer will make his next attempt on the 22nd, and I would have you act on that assumption."

“Understood."

He didn't sound like he was in the mood for arguments. I don’t know why I found that funny. "Please do. Oh, and—Naomi Misora, do take all precautions for your own safety. You are the only person who can work for me on this case. If you fall, there is no one who can replace you." Aww. "I'm fine, L. And I can take care of myself. I've trained in martial arts."

"Have you? In what? Karate? Or judo?"

"Capoeira." It’s an Afro-Brazilian martial art. Nice. Even over the scrambled line, she could tell L wasn't sure how to respond. She admitted capoeira was an unusual choice for a Japanese FBI agent. Misora felt a moment's gleeful pride, as if she'd outsmart¬ ed L—though she knew she had done nothing of the kind.

"Yeah, I thought it was crap till I actually started it, but I got involved in street dancing in college and joined a capoeira group as an extension of that. It's actually a really effective form of selfdefense for a woman. The basic techniques all involve dodging your opponent's attacks, which means it isn't possible to overpower a block like it is in karate or judo. We can never match a man for pow¬ er. And the acrobatic, tricky movements in capoeira give you time to get a good look at your assailant/'

“Really? That makes sense, Oh! Information about Capoeira.

Page 104-105, L said, sounding impressed.

Genuinely impressed, not just saying so.

“Your description makes it sound interesting. If I have time, I will have to look at some videos.. .but however confident you are, if they have a gun, or outnumber you, the situation changes. Take all the precautions you can."

“Of course. Don't worry, I always do. Um, L..." Misora said at last. Double aww. L destroyed her chain of thought with a single phrase.

“To tell the truth, I always knew who the killer was."

“...Eh?"

“The killer..." L said, “ is B." *Inception noise/dramatic boom sound.*  More of BB backstory! Yes! The first child, A, was unable to handle the pres¬ sure of living up to L and took his own life, and the second child, Beyond Birthday, was brilliant and deviant.

B stood for Backup. That’s sucks. But B tried to surpass L, not become him...no, that might not be right. I have no way of knowing the inner workings of his mind. He.. .their generation was not like the fourth generation, with Near and I, all the children bound only to the one with the serial L. They were prototypes, never even given the L code, expected to fail. I pre¬ fer to refrain from idle speculation based on my own experiences, but, well, Beyond Birthday may have thought something like this: As long as there was L, B would never be L. As long as the original existed, the copy was always a copy. That’s scary.  The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases.

L.A.B.B.—L is After Beyond Birthday. Title drop again. This reading is why I think this name is so much closer to the killer's intentions than the Wara Ningyo Murders, or the Los Angeles Serial Locked Room Killings. I wasn't talking about the names on a purely stylistic basis. Whether Beyond Birthday had put that much thought into it I have no idea, but if he had a specific reason for choosing to commit his murders in L.A., then that is probably why.  Very interesting.

Page 106 What did he hope to accomplish by killing unrelated people? Or perhaps B simply wanted to meet L. Then he could use the eyes of the shinigami he'd been born with and see L's real name, see when L would die. He would be able to find out who L was. Beyond Birthday had never told anyone that he had the eyes of a shinigami, and it would not surprise me at all if he believed himself to be some kind of shinigami. Really interesting. To put it bluntly, the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases were nothing but an internal struggle, a civil war within our home, sweet home— Wammy’s House. This is also funny to me I don’t know why. “Mmm...mm...mm-hmm-hmm-hmmm...mm, mm, mm...Zo zo zo zo.. .no, that's a horrible laugh.. .henh henh henh." I thought he was going to say zoo wee mama. I don’t know why. He was ready now.

He cracked his neck...

And Beyond Birthday began to move. That’s kinda scary.

Surprisingly, I finished one chapter in one day. 68 pages to go. Continuing this on monday. I really like the parts talking about BB.

Feeling: Proud

são bento pequeño

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ginga defasada

a: meia lua de frente

b: esquiva na paralela and meia lua de compasso across

a: esquiva frontal and meia lua de compasso

b: finish kick in bas and aú de cabeça

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v2:

a: meia lua de frente

b: esquiva na paralela e meia lua de compasso a outro lado

a: cocorinha entrando e meia lua de compasso

b: termina o chute em bas de ginga e quebra á negativa aberta e meio rolé

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v3:

a: meia lua de frente

b: esquiva na paralela e meia lua de compasso a outro lado

a: cocorinha entrando e meia lua de compasso

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secuencia 1

a: meia lua de frente

b: queda de quatro and while getting up, transition into rabo do arraia

a: esquiva frontal then directly to rabo do arraia

b: au do cabeça

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secuencia 2:

a: meia lua de frente

b: queda de quatro and while getting up, transition into tesoura

a: step the back leg in while turning - 2nd step out - 3rd step while bringing you to face the person (but you are slightly to their side). spin on the spot, on one leg, and cock hip/bring hands down to rabo do arraia position as you do

b: from the tesoura, walk backwards and drop into negativa feixada as the kick comes

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notes on the tesoura - if someone tesouras you while you are on the ground eg negativa, you can flip over facedown and walk backwards under them. once you pass under, there is option of:

- cabeçada

- baiana

- scorpião

AKIN, the axe of Xangô