Giocatore: Patrick Wichert

The ginkgo leaves fall on the water and break its calm mirror. My mistake breaks the container of that water and the peace gives way to agitation, muddying the clear waters. Such is my mistake towards my students and the dojo that we have built together, a mistake that bushido dictates to eradicate with seppuku. But before my blood flows to cleanse my honor, I'll have to fix that vessel so that the water can rest quietly again.

Giocatore: Rory McIntosh

I was once told that I couldn't be a follower of bushido if everything I did happened through the Net. I didn't answer. As sensei had taught me, I didn't give in to the provocation. The Net is my katana and my duels are not against opponents of flesh and their lead bullets but against ICE assassins and Daemon predators. My way is that of ninjutsu, the way of the hidden sword and the silent warrior.

Giocatore: Dennis Robert Schwarz

The secret is secret. The flesh mask keeps the secret. Everything burns under the gaze of the golden leaves. Or maybe not... was it yesterday? Or maybe it was today? The past and the present in my mind lose meaning, intertwine and cloud the clarity of the Great Design. But it doesn't matter. The secret is secret and soon I will dig the last answers out of the earth where the Architect buried them.

Giocatore: Simon

One day sensei asked me 'What distinguishes a man from the sword he wields?' The next day I replied that man and sword are the same thing. I still think so. My sword is an extension of my arm. I am my sword because through it I am a samurai. The sensei was pleased and told me 'Then this is your Bushido'

Giocatore: Lina

One day sensei asked me 'What distinguishes a man from the sword he wields?' I didn't even had to think about it. The sword is just a tool, a sharp piece of steel with which a man wins a battle. The man is one who can hold that piece of steel and use it. The sensei was pleased and told me 'Then this is your Bushido'

Giocatore: Seranaide

All my life I have been compared to a defective product, a broken and worthless object. I didn't hate those who threw me out like trash because I was convinced they were right. Sensei taught me the opposite. He showed me how a broken cup can become a precious object, the Kintsugi; that our scars increase our value when we fill them with gold and that only those who bear similar scars, like me, can become a true master of this art.

Giocatore: Stefano Grando

The board setup is at the heart of the game of Go and is where everyone fails, but not me. I am precise, methodical and mindful of every variable. But my tiles are not of ivory and ebony, they are of flesh and silicon. They are fallacious. I like my pawns not knowing what I have in store for them as much as my opponent does. And what do I see in my future beyond the chessboard? The top of the tower, of course.

Giocatore: Vicky

What mask shall I wear tonight darling? For you I'll be Comedy , sweet dance and joyous pantomime to lift your spirit. For you I'll be Tragedy , a bleak tale of broken families, betrayals and bitter frustration. For you I'll be Epos, dancing swords and explosions, victory and conquest! Would you like to see me without my mask? Oh darling, it can't be. Without my mask I'm Nobody.

Giocatore: Giulia Spinato