As the sun rises over Tokyo, six men, naked apart from loincloths, stand on sand and stamp their feet repeatedly.
Six trunk-like thighs are heaved into the air, pausing for a second before crashing down, the topknots on each wrestler's head wobbling with the impact.
Monotonous it may be. But no one ever said training to be a sumo supremo was supposed to be fun. (france24.com)
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