Context: this guy was an artisan who carved art into grains of rice, but he was put out of business when a machine was invented who could defeat him in carving competitions.
Context: this guy was an artisan who carved art into grains of rice, but he was put out of business when a machine was invented who could defeat him in carving competitions.
I wouldn’t put much faith in Osamu Tezuka’s mid-sixties beliefs, regardless of what he’s saying anymore. This is the same man who was able to write the colonialist abomination Kimba the White Lion.