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ROT BENEATH THE BLOSSOMS - HISTORY THAT BLEEDS, NOT BOWS This isn't your grandmother's cherry-blossom scrapbook. It's a war drum. A blade. A book thick enough to bruise, and sharp enough to cut. Myths don't die gently-they get dissected. I'm here for that. You should be too. I wrote a foreword so long it could legally qualify as Part I. I refuse to shorten it. It's my polite throat-clearing before I start flaying national myths like they owe me money. After that, you'll find essays-more like battlefield autopsies-on Aizu loyalty, 47 R¿nin propaganda, Nakano Takeko's posthumous PR makeover, and Bushid¿'s miraculous reinvention as a self-help mantra. Every chapter is footnoted, cross-referenced, and drenched in the kind of archival gore tour guides skip. It has historical notes (because receipts matter), an afterword nobody asked for, and a glossary so obese it needs its own cardio plan. Yes, I packed unpublished rants and expanded last year's online explosions. You wanted the director's cut; you got the extended wound-track edition. Who's this for? The historian who's tired of textbooks that perfume war crimes with poetry. The martial artist who suspects their dojo scrolls were ghost-written by Disneyland. Writers, gamers, filmmakers-anyone flirting with Edo Japan and afraid of embarrassing themselves on page one. Japanese readers (and diaspora cousins) who'd rather confront the skeletons than keep dusting the shrine. If that's you, come closer. Who should walk away-preferably before I notice? Nihon-boo romantics hunting inspirational cherry petals. Anyone needing a balanced "both-sides" cuddle session. Nationalists, myth-huggers, and people who think footnotes are personal attacks. If that's you, hit back and enjoy the pastel version. The rest of us have a morgue to tour. Why grab it? Because history only heals after somebody rips the bandage off, and I'm not passing the tweezers. Because silence protects power. Because the women and commoners buried beneath samurai statues deserve a mouthpiece-mine happens to run on ink and residual spite. And because watching a mute woman dismantle centuries of propaganda with her keyboard is better cardio than doom-scrolling TikTok. Why skip it? You're allergic to long sentences, long forewords, or long memories. You prefer your past lacquered. Or you'd rather not know how many corpses fertilised those picture-perfect blossoms. Fair. Enjoy bliss; I hear it's gentle on the stomach. Everybody else: point that finger where mine's aiming. Click, highlight, argue, scream, footnote-fight me in the margins-I left room. The truth still reeks beneath the petals. I'm just bottling the smell. SHARE THIS - BECAUSE THE TRUTH BITES, AND YOU'VE NEVER BEEN AFRAID TO BLEED.