Mingling at the networking event, I felt about as ‘
out of my element’ as I could be. Sport coats, hors d’oeuvres, business card-swapping and 30-second introductions had me scrambling for the patio in record time –
desperate for some fresh air.
Gazing up from my pile of business cards, I saw
Chuck approaching me, and steeled myself for another round of the networking game. Instead of ushering me back inside, however, he joined me at the small table on the patio.
“
This is torturous…” the words escaped me before I realized I was too late. I was surprised when my gripe was met only with a smile.

“As a warrior, it is your job to be comfortable in any environment.” Chuck reminded me.
“Comfortable is one thing, but this is so boring.” I stared at the dining room with open dread.
“Then you are not paying attention.” I raised an eyebrow, and he continued.
“How many people are on this patio?” Chuck asked casually. I shrugged, and he answered for me. “There are 18 - 11 men, and 7 women.” I watched as a guest behind him rose from his chair, and made for the restroom. “Now there are 17.”
Chuck grinned, then
froze. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, fixed on something over my left shoulder. His grin vanished, and he began to speak very slowly – almost under his breath.
“There are two men behind you, walking towards us –
one is hiding an automatic pistol under his coat, the other is holding a shopping bag. Do not turn around. Do not make eye contact with these two men.”
I froze, and kept me eyes locked on his....
“There’s an alternate exit in the dining room. Should we head back inside, and exit there?” I asked,
all but paralyzed.
“No, the second guy has already split off. I think he’ll be covering that exit. We’ll head back through the kitchen, and exit through the loading bay. We’ll be able to pick up weapons on the way, and alert the manager – his office is in the back.” Chuck answered calmly.
“Let’s move.” I rose without another word, and had half-opened the door to the dining room when I noticed Chuck hadn’t made a move to follow me. As I turned to face him, I made a quick scan of he plaza.
There was no man wearing a coat. No one holding a shopping bag.
My breath escaped me in a rush, and I pulled out my chair to retake my seat.
“Awareness is a habit. You’re not aware some of the time. You either are, or you aren’t.” Chuck explained, smiling. “You asked me where we should exit. That’s a decision you should have made the moment you entered the building.
Are you bored?”
Ninjutsu is unique... in that your training shouldn’t end when you step outside of the dojo. Make learning a habit. A few things to study as you step outside are…
- Body language – you can learn a lot about someone by watching the way they carry themselves. Notice injuries, hidden tools/weapons, awareness levels.
- Crowds – notice who stands out, and who blends in. How many people are in the room you’re in?
- Conversations – is the person you’re talking to wandering? Did they just perk up? Are they nervous?