The First Hundred Plays
“I can play a little more, I think,” said the Master.
No doubt he was in a mood for battle. The managers held a hasty
conference. But a promise was a promise. It was decided to end the session
with the one sealed play.
“Very well, then.” Even after he had sealed his White 100, the Master
gazed on at the board.
“It has been a long time, sir, and I have caused you a great deal of
trouble,” said Otaké. “Do care for yourself.”
“Yes,” was all the Master said. His wife answered at greater length.
“Exactly a hundred plays. How many sessions?” Otaké asked the
recorder. “Ten? Two in Tokyo and eight here in Hakoné? Exactly ten plays
a session.”
