The Legendary Musings of Professor Munakata vol. 04 ch. 20 (Manga)
1239-HIT COMBO!
That’s right, folks. The Professor’s rage just went nuclear.
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Ahh, how could I ever forget such a dangerous adventure? Truly the Dakini were fools if they thought they would kickstart a post-nuclear holocaust Shangri-La considering how perfidious their intentions were but what truly saddens me is that fact some years ago an earthquake did happen, making the Fukushima reactor go berserk. In a way, us humans are our greatest enemies and executioners.
On a less tragic note, I have been receiving several letters regarding my aiming skills after throwing my cane turned out to be the decisive strike against the Dakini leader and her cronies. Well, as I was wondering on the matter, mostly assuming it was because of my “nuclear anger”, I noticed that my cane was made out of silver birch (Betula Pendula) with a thin cover of gold paint and that it was imported from Norway. Why is this important? Well, as I traveled to Norway I found the very craftsman, an old man called Bo Fältskog, whom in turn told me the local silver birch was thought to be a guardian spirit specially after the Nazis failed the raid the village at least 44 times (they would eventually call it quits around 1944), therefore implying my cane was, well, magical in nature. Mildly dissatisfied but mostly curious, I went to inspect the silver birches and there was mistletoe attached. It was finally all clear to me.
According to Prose Edda, Baldur was known to be a god of light, loved by everybody but whom was destined in the most cruel of manners. His Frigga would later grant him invulnerability with the exception to mistletoe, which she thought was so unthreatening. Loki would know about this and wanting all of the Aesir to suffer, would procure a spear made of mistletoe and thus kill the gentle god. What Prose Edda failed to mention but some apocryphal texts would later elaborate was that, during his dying moments, the mistletoe would ask forgiveness from Baldur and swore to destroy evil in all its forms. Baldur would, smiling, infuse the last of his divine power to the mistletoe and let it carry on with its atonement crusade. As much as I am against actual magic, this story and the name of the village (which roughly translates as Baldur’s Smile), lends some credibility to my cane’s unusual properties (to think I thought it was Mjolnir, Thor’s Hammer, in disguise, now that would be utterly ridiculous). I do wonder, though, when will mine adventures call for the assistance of “Baldur’s Smile”.
Well, so ends today’s lesson, have a wonderful day.
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