Net Kakurega

Far from the entanglements of men and the endless churn of cities, Lazarus, known now as Yamabito 山人, embraced the solitude of the mountains. In the aftermath of his tumultuous story, when the dice had rolled and the world turned as it always does, he released himself from the threads of ambition, love, and conflict, […]

Maybe I am evil, like the madman said. The truth is, there is a darkness in me—a shadow that follows, always present, though never fully seen. I sit in silence, trying to observe it, but its form remains elusive, shifting like smoke on the edge of a dying fire. Yet, there is also a light […]

Beneath the sprawling limbs of the black pine (黒松, Kuromatsu), Matsunori sat, his gaze following the patterns of light and shadow cast by the swaying branches above. The wind whispered through the needles above, carrying questions unspoken, as if the earth itself had paused to listen. Matsunori remembered sitting in silence among the other students […]

A warrior does not carry a blade too heavy to wield. In my travels, I once encountered a street fighter — a man of deadly skill, whose hands had broken many lives. His eyes burned with fury as he approached me, his rage as fierce as a fire left unchecked. He had determined that I […]

“The path forward always feels uncertain. Walk it anyway.”— Matsunori Why We Hesitate The unknown is a strange thing. It can paralyze even the strongest among us. When the way forward is unclear, doubt takes root. What if I fail? What if I lose everything? What if I never reach the end? Matsunori understood this […]

Under the guidance and support of Matsunori, we have taken an important step forward in expanding our presence. Recently, we acquired the domain netkak.com, a significant investment that reflects our commitment to the vision of Net Kakurega. This six-letter domain, secured for several thousand dollars, represents more than just a web address. It’s a gateway—short, […]

To ask “Who is Matsunori?” is to chase smoke. His name is whispered in the quiet corners of Net Kakurega, and his words linger on the walls like shadows. Some call him Sensei. Others call him a ghost, a killer. The truth, as always, is more complicated — or perhaps simpler. The Early Years Born […]

It’s not often we have the chance to sit at the feet of a teacher like Matsunori, and even less often to share a moment of creativity and connection before he returns to the silence of his homeland. On December 1st, we’ll gather to bid him farewell in a way that feels fitting: through poetry, […]

I once met a madman during my travels in Tokyo. At the time, I did not know this man—ragged in appearance, with eyes like fractured mirrors—would guide me to the sacred temple and the black pine tree. His words, though chaotic, carried the weight of a thousand shattered truths. He spoke as one who had […]

The year was 2003, in Osaka’s forgotten alleys—a place where people disappeared into the cracks of society. It was here that Matsunori Kaito first envisioned what would become Net Kakurega. But to understand why he built it, you must first understand the man himself. A Reflection of Loss Matsunori’s connection to the homeless began with […]