I, like the character featured in this book, know a martial art of which I’m the only practitioner.
Okay, there are some differences between me and Ken.
For one, the martial art I know was forgotten intentionally because it doesn’t work. Also, the person doing it looks stupid. In fact, it most likely will do more harm to my body than it will to my opponent’s. But as the last person who knows it, I have no choice but to carry on the tradition and get my shit kicked out of my every so often. Because there’s always some fighter who rolls into town and says, “Surely you can’t have the WORST style of fighting.” And then I have to show them, make them really see just how shitty this style is.