The chances to prevent and/or survive the disease chiefly hinge on adopting a form of cancer-biopedagogy, which entails a composite entanglement of knowledge and health-related practices underpinned by the ethnicization of cancer through the consumption of “traditional food” ( washoku) and the assumption that turning into a “healthy self” is determined by Japanese ethnic traits. The analysis is presented in line with three axes: cancer-self, cancer-biopedagogy, and cancer-economics to indicate that a cancer-self largely entails the subjectivity of a Westernized, married, heterosexual man who undergoes andropause, needs to understand what bladder somatics is, and depends on his family and the feminization of care to cope with cancer. The reading is grounded in an adaptation of the “sexual scripting theory,” the construct of cancer-literacy, and the analysis of 3,092 newspaper reports published from 2005 to 2020, in three Japanese newspapers with the largest circulation in the country. Drizzt is an amazing swordsman, and his use of two weapons flawlessly would give him some advantage, but Himura is FTE and has dodged gatling gun fire for a short period and blocked fire by spinning his blade.In a country where cancer has been dubbed a “national disease” ( kokumin bio) that mostly affects Japanese men, this article presents a reading of the cultural scripts underneath prostate cancer-one of the “Western type of cancers” ( ōbeigata no gan). The two swordsman chatted amicably as they walked back into town, no ill-will on either side. Himura was also smiling as he sheathed his sakabato, though he did start as Guenwhyvar emerged from behind some nearby bamboo, growling. With a laugh, Drizzt dropped his blades and turned around. It wasn't until Drizzt felt the long blade tap lightly at the back of his neck that he realized his opponent had swung around the blows and gone after Drizzt's now exposed back. Suddenly, the man simply wasn't there anymore. Icingdeath and Twinkly battered the other man, searching for a weakness and prepared to break one open if none was found. A kick to the stomach caught Himura off guard, and Drizzt pressed forward. Drizzt's only hope was to exploit his greater size and the fact that he was duel-wielding to end the fight quickly. Worse, it did not seem like his opponent was even fighting seriously. Drizzt had always prided himself on his speed, but this man was something else entirely. Drizzt swung his scimitars furiously, hands a blur as he desperately tried to disengage. Drizzt blinked, but hee didn't have long to consider as Himura took the offensive, blade seeming to be in all places at once. Thinking about holding back flew from his mind, however, as the rurouni seemed to flow past one strike and deflect the other in one smooth motion.
He had covered his blades' edges in leather before the match, so he didn't have to worry about holding back. Drizzt charged forward, icingdeath arcing towards Kenshin's throat while Twinkle thrust towards his heart. The man's appearance was even more unusual, strikingly bright red hair contrasted with a large pale scar in the shape of an "X" on his cheek. The man turned swiftly to face Drizzt, and the dark elf saw he wielded an unusual curved sword much longer than the drow's scimitars that appeared to have a backwards edge. Drizzt's inhuman hearing was the only thing that saved him, giving him time to dodge to the right as a red flash flew past his shoulder. Its been a while since ive read either series, but i'll give it my best shot:ĭrizzt walked through the forest, his violet eyes constantly shifting, searching.
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