Lone Wolf and Cub, Omnibus 2

Pretty grim stuff. It felt like the love child of Toshiro Mifune and Bill Watterson; the enormous, beautiful vistas, the staccato pacing of the panels, felt like Calvin's vast internal world. The plotting was basically any Mifune-as-disgraced-wandering-samurai black and white film. I wasn't sure about the Zen; yo, I be all about the austerity of Zen, but I can't really reconcile it with chopping people's heads off.