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Daisuke's marketing plan was to franchise the skills he had learned as a
child.  He preferred to license married couples, for the stability they brought to
the finances of his schools (the lazy occult
symbolism was never discussed).  Candidates could train for their own
trips to Japan while simultaneously operating cram schools
targeted at students further down the chain.  Everybody got what they
wanted and the money flowed uphill.
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He hadn't asked for permission.  Whatever the license holders in Japan
might have preferred, this was America: Freedom of speech!
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Graduates of his program valued their investment, and tended to supply
public relations gratis, effective at roping in yet more of the kind
of people who sought out this sort of thing.  Inside of a decade he
had taken the operation global, licensing franchises in nearly every country recognized by the United Nations.
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Except for Japan.  \fIThere\fR remained the question of who ultimately owned
(or rather, controlled) the intellectual property that comprised his techniques.  Daisuke had no
solid claim on his style save for his improbable success.  The
Japanese had never tried to monetize the material overseas.  To his
way of thinking this meant that what he was doing was okay.  For the
most part, so far, the courts had tended to agree.  But he wasn't
comfortable that the tacit arrangement would last if the Japanese started
to raise objections.
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He had to find a way back into Japan.

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Back when he had been working contract hits for the Americans, he'd
been hired to understudy for an aging, but unusually reliable operator
out of New York.  It turned out that he'd never had to step in, but he'd
taken notes (strictly against protocol) on the operator's Japanese
connections.  Searching through his notebooks he located the entries
he remembered jotting down.  The operator had moved freely between New
San Francisco and New York, and pretty much anywhere else that he wanted to
go.  This lack of paperwork was ostentatiously suspicious, and Daisuke
had made it a point to follow up on the item and find out what was
going on.
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What he discovered made his jaw drop.  The operator was being
manipulated directly by a \fIgod.\fR
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Which could turn out to be a valuable connection.