買取 and 剣道.

I had a mission today. After class, I came back and had a little something to eat with my midday meds, watched Wednesday’s episode of Arrow via the TV, then headed out to Akamon. I took along four figures I’d won by coincidence, and a bag with some Super Famicom games, gameless boxes with manuals, and an AC adapter (but no system) left for me by my predecessor. I didn’t want any of it, and had no intention of taking any of it home. Today was the day to sell.

In the used-game shop, I found a handheld LCD game I spent hours playing as a kid.

My first stop was Mandarake, where I gave them the lot and browsed upstairs while I waited for their appraisal. They had no interest in any of the game stuff nor my largest and smallest figures, but offered a small amount each for the two middle figures. I had to show ID and fill out a form, and they paid me on the spot. That done, I took the games to the little corner game shop a block away. While I waited, I spotted an old solar-powered LCD game I used to own in their case. The American game was called “Invaders of the Mummy’s Tomb,” but the Japanese version is “謎のピラミッド.” I talked with the guy who wasn’t checking my stuff and we reminisced about old LCD handhelds. They were only interested in the AC adapter and two of the games, and required less info than Mandarake before paying. I asked about any other used-goods shops, and was directed to a couple stores a few blocks away in the shoutengai.

I found the other stores with ease; the game center woman had taken me to them on Saturday, but I hadn’t been able to go in because it was closing time. The first store offered a very small amount, while the second store offered slightly less. I sold the smallest figure to the first store for almost nothing (which, considering I hadn’t had to pay for it, was fine with me) and neither showed ID nor filled out paperwork. I had won the remaining figure (the largest and most vauable) in a convenience-store kuji. It was from a series I love, but wasn’t a character I liked as much, and was a little too large to carry home. However, my dorm neighbor had once offered me the amount I’d paid for the chance to win it, so I gambled on the offer still being open and kept it. I stopped by Urban Square for a few, but didn’t have much time; my next stop was back in Hoshigaoka for kendo. I was running a few minutes late, but they never start on time, and I managed to get there before they started warmup.

Rather than working off and on by myself, someone actually took the time to work with me this week. Yokochi-senpai, an older grad student who’s been at kendo for ten years, had decided not to participate for the day. He warmed up with us, but once they started drills, he came over and told me that a few times was nowhere near enough, and started putting me through fifty- and hundred-strike drills. By the end, my shoulders and arms were tired, and I had a small spot on my left hand where the skin had rubbed off — but felt like I’d actually trained for once. The other club people have been very helpful, but they also wanted to get in their own practice, which I fully understood. This guy made sure I knew what real practice was. I just wish I had the time here to make it worth buying the equipment.

After practice, I asked the guys if any of them owned a Super Famicom, and if so, would they want any of the remaining games. Aoyama-senpai claimed one, and I gave the rest (plus the empty boxes and manuals) to Konan, who owned none of the remaining cartridges, and was even glad to get the empty boxes and manuals. I grabbed a little CoCo Ichiya and came back to the dorm, sold the last figure to Tom for his previous offer, and had dinner (plus meds).

In the end, I sold all my unwanted figures and a few of the games, and gave the rest away to friends who’ll enjoy them. I’d say I accomplished my mission.

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