Subject: The ronin Mase Chudayu Masa-aki (kabuki name) – entering the fray in the second wave, aiming his bow with deadly precision
Series: Seichu gishi den (Stories of the true loyalty of the faithful samurai)
Print No: 1.44
Artist: Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1797-1861)
Signature: Ichiyusai Kuniyoshi ga and kiri seal
Date: 1847-48
Cens: Mera – Murata
Publisher: Ebi-ya Rinnosuke
Size: Oban tate-e, 36 x 24.8 cm
Condition: Very good impression, colour and condition. Numbered
Price: Not for sale at this stage




True name: Mase Kyūdayū Masaaki (間瀬 久太夫 正明)
Age: 63
Katana mei: Michitaka, length 2 shaku 1 sun (although the print text suggests it was a Kunitoshi)
Wakizashi mei: Yoshitsuna, length 2 shaku + Bow and arrow
The tale of the text – with a little twist
Masa‑aki reinvented himself as Mitsuhashi Jutei, a respectable physician in Koshimachi. His son changed his name too, and together with a few conspirators pretending to be shrine‑fundraising enthusiasts, they created the least relaxing doctor’s office in Edo. Imagine going in for a check‑up and finding four men whispering about blueprints and revenge.
By the night of the attack, Chūdayū was sixty‑two—an age when most people complain about their knees, not storm fortified mansions. But he marched in with the second wave, firing arrows and yelling like someone who’d been waiting years to let off steam.
In the middle of the melee he ran into Mori Banzaemon, a swordsman so skilled that even Hara Mimura thought, “Maybe the old guy shouldn’t fight this one.” Chūdayū disagreed. He charged in, sparks flying from his sword like he was trying to start a campfire, and with one dramatic leap sliced Mori clean through the headband and straight between the eyes.
Mori died instantly, silently, and—according to the text—smoking, which is a level of dramatic exit most villains can only dream of.
Chūdayū, now thoroughly warmed up, moved on. Komori Genji blocked the doorway, sword ready. They traded blows—up, down, sideways—like two men auditioning for a very intense stage play. Komori tried to back away, realized there was nowhere to go, and was promptly cut down by a horizontal strike that ended the matter decisively.
Everyone who saw Chūdayū in action agreed on one thing: This sixty‑two‑year‑old man was terrifying in the best possible way.
For an accurate translation of the print text, I would encourage you to get the book: Kuniyoshi -The faithful samurai by David R Weinberg.
