Osaka, Japan.
The renowned calligraphy master, Kawaguchi Hiroshi, was flourishing his brush in his study.
In a matter of moments, a beautiful piece in Running Script was born from his hand.
The people standing by his desk, watching him work, broke into unanimous praise the moment he set down his brush.
"Magnificent calligraphy! What a superb Running Script!"
"Master Kawaguchi's Running Script is truly worthy of being called the best in Japan! No, it ought to be called the best in the world!"
"That's right! Master Kawaguchi's calligraphy can already be compared to that of ancient masters like Mi Fu and Huang Tingjian. It's not even that far off from the Calligraphy Saint, Wang Xizhi!"
Kawaguchi Hiroshi greatly enjoyed the crowd's adulation, yet he feigned modesty, waving his hand and saying, "You all flatter me, you truly do. My calligraphy skill is merely at a beginner's level."
These words immediately invited a new round of praise.
