I had a jap show me a thing or two in a bar once. He got all karate in my face. It hurt. I elbowed him on the clavicle. He cried. It was gross — I guess that’s what hitting a child or a girl would feel like. That was 35 years ago, and I still feel queasy.
They’re all bravado, no substance.
My father fought the Japanese in the Pacific during WWII. He had immense respect for their bravery, innovation and fighting ability.