"The Art of Seeing" quest means a lot to me. I lost both my grandparents to Alzhiemer's and Parkinson's, having to watch them go in my pre/early teens. For my great-grandfather, I didn't get to see much other than the effects of the decline, but nonetheless it really hurt me, as I always wanted to hear his stories of WWII and everything else I could possibly learn from him. I'd sit next to him, eager to read the latest news in the paper, eating the same breakfast, watching the same channel on his old TV. I'd ask him about what he thought of me, my dad, my mom, my grandmother. I'd listen to the same music he always did whenever I was with him, and I'd switch the radio channel to something of his liking whenever it was playing something else. I would always get so excited to go on a trip with him, whether it was a car ride or just a nice walk down the street. Sadly, he started going downhill by the time I could talk, at about 5, but it wasn't anything super debilitating. However, by the time I was 6, we ended up sending him to a nursing home, as my mom just had my sister and there were a lot of arguments about who was taking care of who, which of them was going to college and which one needed to start working. It was stressful for all of us, as I'd always be anchored somewhere in the middle of the argument, and seeing my family be stressed about matters that revolved around me, it made me really depressed, and I almost committed suicide at only 7 years old after my mom left to spend a couple of days at a motel as a result of yet another argument, this time about my sister. My great-grandfather already died by this point, and my most recent memory was visiting him at the nursing home my mom worked at, seeing him hooked up to a feeding tube, and various machines. He couldn't even open his eyes, but I remember as I held his hand for the last time, there was the faintest reactive grasp. The last exertion of strength he had, he dedicated towards acknowledging me, making sure I felt noticed. It felt awkward to me at the time to tell my parents, so I've kept it to myself since, but that moment will always stick with me. That, and the fact that before my birth, he'd been an alcoholic and smoking for about 60 years, only to drop it all at an instant the moment I was born. Not an ounce of hesitation, just the pure will to make sure that he was not a bad influence to me. That, and knowing how much it would put to waste all the effort my parents went through to raise me and my newly-born sister, were the two sole thoughts that kept me from moving the blade across my neck that day. My great-grandfather was the one who suffered from Alzhiemer's, and three years later, once my mother and father divorced, my Grandmother started suffering from Parkinson's. Now, all my childhood, my mom threw twisted and racist stories of her at me, and all I'd ever really heard her talk about was politics, not to mention all the negative stuff I'd heard from my dad about how she raised him, or lack thereof. But this time, it was as hands on as I'd ever gotten. My dad was working as a CNA, and having to then put up with the same job at home with his mom, I had to step in at about twelve. This really hampered my education, but I made the conscious decision to help my dad with something he otherwise had to do alone with the rest of his family members in his past, and knowing that it was a miracle that I was even alive, I figured there was no better way to spend it than to help somebody else, rather than slave away in a few rooms full of people who would consider sympathizing with me a stretch of their abilities as teachers and classmates. I spent the next two years at home, taking care of my grandmother, checking in on my dad, and raising my sister for a short time before my mother got full custody of her. It was a lot to handle at my age, and around the people I was with, especially with chronic depression such as mine, which, given the name, I still deal with to this day. My mom moved out and couldn't care less about whatever state my dad's side of the family was in, my dad was doing the other half of the work, was depressed as I was and we were both struggling day to day, and I didn't want my sister to have to put up with the amount of stress I was feeling, so I never asked her to do anything. Regardless, I never got to have the upbringing of a child, but instead I was forced into a position where if I didn't mature as fast as possible, I wouldn't be mentally stable enough to make it past my teens. I watched my Grandmother fade back to her younger years for the last 2 that she was around for, with only the rarest and most previously short moments of clarity. Those moments I would do the same as I did with my great-grandfather, hoping it meant something enough to her to keep her in the loop somewhere deep down, even if she didn't know it. As those years went by, she had two strokes. The first made it harder for her to collect her thoughts, but nothing disabling. The second really pinned the nail in the coffin, making her bed-ridden and hastening the fall her already failing mental state. What really started to hurt was when she would call for her mom, her dad, and her sister I never knew her mom or sister, but it gave me some insight as to what her life was like before. She was catholic as well, and that really started to shine in these times. I got to see a side of her my dad never got to, a side I will forever cherish as the kind, loving person she always wanted to be, but never allowed herself to be due to her own stubbornness. I could see why my dad resented her for keeping this side from him at the times he needed it most, but the mere fact that it was there was good enough for me to forgive her of the hate she'd always received in my youth. In her last lucid moments, before we sent her to the hospital where she ultimately met her death a couple weeks later, I knew it was coming, and had to ask. I asked if she was afraid of death. After all she had gone through, after being trapped in a confusing, twisting void for the past 2 years, I couldn't tell whether it was from the idea of relief or something else, but she said a resounding "no". Hearing that really helped me see life for what it was, helped me savor it far more than I already had. We then went on to talk about the past and laugh it all off for the next couple of hours. That was the happiest I'd ever seen her be. That was the happiest I'd been in a while, and it was the spark for an unending, euphoric joy to be simply alive. Seeing Yuriko refer to Jin as Kazumasa reminds me of the opportunity I have to be a father in my future. Seeing Jin go along with it reminds me of what I used to do with my grandmother, as it would make me wonder how much I really resemble them, or at least how much I could if I tried hard enough. I'm 18 now, trying to help my dad build up the money for a triple-bypass heart surgery, and to remove a benign, yet still impactful tumor in his spine. He has been my most significant inspiration throughout my life, and after him helping me become who I am, making realize that giving others the time of day to be themselves can be the most important thing you can ever do with a person, it's only right that I repay my debt to him. That's how I see it anyway, and in doing so, I'll be able to move on to going to college/university in the attempt to become a Neurologist. To this end, I have you to thank, Mapo, for simply being here, doing what you do. It has truly been a great honor to take part of this community you've built, and I, as well as many others, will see it to the end. Once again, thank you Mapo, I can't thank you enough. Much love ❤
'The Art of Seeing' just hits different. With Jin being impatient in Yuriko's sequence of quests, urging her to make poison, refusing to sit with her by the lake telling her there will be time later (and there wasn't...) until he came face to face with his past, and the guilt of abandoning his father that had soured every memory he had of him. Assuming the role of Kazumasa in Yuriko's final moments is beautiful yet tragic. And your timing of doing this quest before retaking Castle Shimura is perfect from a storytelling perspective.
It always bugged me how impatient Jin was with Yuriko. As you said, let the old lady take a rest! At least he finally wises up at the end and tells her what she needs to hear.
And I had just finished Yuriko’s questline last night. I found your channel back when you started Ocarina of Time. Glad you’re giving this game attention along with Shadowbringers.
Yuriko's quest hits me in a deep way. I took care of my grandmother for 16 years, it was a slow decline down Alzheimer, from a stoke that compromised her mobility, to the point where she had a feeding tube and a tracheostomy. She will always be my greatest hero, the strongest person I know, and the one I loved - and for ever will love - more than anyone. Ghost of Tsushima is an incredible game, with characters that are out of the curve. No one is specially hot or beautiful, or incredibly strong or smart. Is a collection of broken people, that have their flaws and are doing the best they can with their qualities to save the ones they love, their legacies and honor their memory, and this is true for every single one: Jin, Norio, Yuna, Ishkawa, Masako, Yuriko. Their motives are utterly genuine, despite their wrong doings, all if them are absolutely true to their hearts, and have such unique stories and personalities. I've never saw characters like those in any game ever, they are just like real people in their best form, and not like heroes with real people 's bits.
The Yuriko tale makes me sob every time... Absolutely gorgeous storytelling. As someone who's mother had alzheimer's let's just say it hits really fucking hard. The progression was much slower in our situation which imo is almost worse, but regardless this quest was really tastefully done. Loved the little revelation/twist with Masako's story. She's so torn up by grief and revenge that it was nice to see her be so caring and vulnerable with someone, even if only for a little bit. All the endings to the side characters tales are amazing (and/or heartbreaking) so I can't wait for the conclusions! I'm sure you're further along by time of posting this, but something you said made me chuckle because it was... Ironic, haha.
OMG Yurikos tale still hit me hard 😭😭😭😭 ooof this video has both Yurikos and Lady Masako. One video of epicness!!! It was so hard for me to fight Lady Masako. I kept pausing and was like NO YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
You know, Mapo, sometimes you say something completely ordinary yet it makes me laugh uproariously. This time it was at the Duel Under Autumn Leaves: “Let me just get DRESSED.” So sincere, so full of gleeful anticipation. 😄
some amazing tales for everyone in this episode! (and a very buggy norio lol) awesome to see you go through this game, hoping this let's play gets more support
Act 2 really is where the games shine to me, in my opinion the main missions reach their peak and the best side missions are also around this time of the game like the Yuriko and Masako fight one
Fun Fact: The conspirator was the mission used in the E3 Demo Nevermind You noticed 😂 Well Another Fun Fact The Kensai Armour was used by jin in that demo
A shame you didn't remove the helmet before getting to the end of the quest ...in my opinion , helmets that hides some of the face , spoil the cutscenes ..would have made the end scene with Yuriko much more impactful seeing Jin's full face /reaction
They are there for a reason. An enemy is using their special moves on me, why can't I? I think what's truly lame is "don't use the gameplay mechanics put into the game" I am already playing on hard, further self imposed difficulty is your choice, not mine
@@MapocolopsYeah that’s fair. I guess I’m biased, I’m in the middle of a playthrough on Lethal. Anyway, glad to see the playthrough is back, hope the algorithm picks it up more
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"The Art of Seeing" quest means a lot to me. I lost both my grandparents to Alzhiemer's and Parkinson's, having to watch them go in my pre/early teens. For my great-grandfather, I didn't get to see much other than the effects of the decline, but nonetheless it really hurt me, as I always wanted to hear his stories of WWII and everything else I could possibly learn from him.
I'd sit next to him, eager to read the latest news in the paper, eating the same breakfast, watching the same channel on his old TV. I'd ask him about what he thought of me, my dad, my mom, my grandmother. I'd listen to the same music he always did whenever I was with him, and I'd switch the radio channel to something of his liking whenever it was playing something else. I would always get so excited to go on a trip with him, whether it was a car ride or just a nice walk down the street. Sadly, he started going downhill by the time I could talk, at about 5, but it wasn't anything super debilitating.
However, by the time I was 6, we ended up sending him to a nursing home, as my mom just had my sister and there were a lot of arguments about who was taking care of who, which of them was going to college and which one needed to start working. It was stressful for all of us, as I'd always be anchored somewhere in the middle of the argument, and seeing my family be stressed about matters that revolved around me, it made me really depressed, and I almost committed suicide at only 7 years old after my mom left to spend a couple of days at a motel as a result of yet another argument, this time about my sister.
My great-grandfather already died by this point, and my most recent memory was visiting him at the nursing home my mom worked at, seeing him hooked up to a feeding tube, and various machines. He couldn't even open his eyes, but I remember as I held his hand for the last time, there was the faintest reactive grasp. The last exertion of strength he had, he dedicated towards acknowledging me, making sure I felt noticed. It felt awkward to me at the time to tell my parents, so I've kept it to myself since, but that moment will always stick with me. That, and the fact that before my birth, he'd been an alcoholic and smoking for about 60 years, only to drop it all at an instant the moment I was born. Not an ounce of hesitation, just the pure will to make sure that he was not a bad influence to me.
That, and knowing how much it would put to waste all the effort my parents went through to raise me and my newly-born sister, were the two sole thoughts that kept me from moving the blade across my neck that day. My great-grandfather was the one who suffered from Alzhiemer's, and three years later, once my mother and father divorced, my Grandmother started suffering from Parkinson's.
Now, all my childhood, my mom threw twisted and racist stories of her at me, and all I'd ever really heard her talk about was politics, not to mention all the negative stuff I'd heard from my dad about how she raised him, or lack thereof. But this time, it was as hands on as I'd ever gotten. My dad was working as a CNA, and having to then put up with the same job at home with his mom, I had to step in at about twelve. This really hampered my education, but I made the conscious decision to help my dad with something he otherwise had to do alone with the rest of his family members in his past, and knowing that it was a miracle that I was even alive, I figured there was no better way to spend it than to help somebody else, rather than slave away in a few rooms full of people who would consider sympathizing with me a stretch of their abilities as teachers and classmates.
I spent the next two years at home, taking care of my grandmother, checking in on my dad, and raising my sister for a short time before my mother got full custody of her. It was a lot to handle at my age, and around the people I was with, especially with chronic depression such as mine, which, given the name, I still deal with to this day. My mom moved out and couldn't care less about whatever state my dad's side of the family was in, my dad was doing the other half of the work, was depressed as I was and we were both struggling day to day, and I didn't want my sister to have to put up with the amount of stress I was feeling, so I never asked her to do anything.
Regardless, I never got to have the upbringing of a child, but instead I was forced into a position where if I didn't mature as fast as possible, I wouldn't be mentally stable enough to make it past my teens. I watched my Grandmother fade back to her younger years for the last 2 that she was around for, with only the rarest and most previously short moments of clarity. Those moments I would do the same as I did with my great-grandfather, hoping it meant something enough to her to keep her in the loop somewhere deep down, even if she didn't know it.
As those years went by, she had two strokes. The first made it harder for her to collect her thoughts, but nothing disabling. The second really pinned the nail in the coffin, making her bed-ridden and hastening the fall her already failing mental state. What really started to hurt was when she would call for her mom, her dad, and her sister I never knew her mom or sister, but it gave me some insight as to what her life was like before. She was catholic as well, and that really started to shine in these times. I got to see a side of her my dad never got to, a side I will forever cherish as the kind, loving person she always wanted to be, but never allowed herself to be due to her own stubbornness. I could see why my dad resented her for keeping this side from him at the times he needed it most, but the mere fact that it was there was good enough for me to forgive her of the hate she'd always received in my youth. In her last lucid moments, before we sent her to the hospital where she ultimately met her death a couple weeks later, I knew it was coming, and had to ask. I asked if she was afraid of death. After all she had gone through, after being trapped in a confusing, twisting void for the past 2 years, I couldn't tell whether it was from the idea of relief or something else, but she said a resounding "no". Hearing that really helped me see life for what it was, helped me savor it far more than I already had. We then went on to talk about the past and laugh it all off for the next couple of hours. That was the happiest I'd ever seen her be. That was the happiest I'd been in a while, and it was the spark for an unending, euphoric joy to be simply alive.
Seeing Yuriko refer to Jin as Kazumasa reminds me of the opportunity I have to be a father in my future. Seeing Jin go along with it reminds me of what I used to do with my grandmother, as it would make me wonder how much I really resemble them, or at least how much I could if I tried hard enough. I'm 18 now, trying to help my dad build up the money for a triple-bypass heart surgery, and to remove a benign, yet still impactful tumor in his spine. He has been my most significant inspiration throughout my life, and after him helping me become who I am, making realize that giving others the time of day to be themselves can be the most important thing you can ever do with a person, it's only right that I repay my debt to him. That's how I see it anyway, and in doing so, I'll be able to move on to going to college/university in the attempt to become a Neurologist.
To this end, I have you to thank, Mapo, for simply being here, doing what you do. It has truly been a great honor to take part of this community you've built, and I, as well as many others, will see it to the end. Once again, thank you Mapo, I can't thank you enough. Much love ❤
I can relate it was the same way with my grandparents, this quest hit me like a truck 😭
'The Art of Seeing' just hits different. With Jin being impatient in Yuriko's sequence of quests, urging her to make poison, refusing to sit with her by the lake telling her there will be time later (and there wasn't...) until he came face to face with his past, and the guilt of abandoning his father that had soured every memory he had of him. Assuming the role of Kazumasa in Yuriko's final moments is beautiful yet tragic.
And your timing of doing this quest before retaking Castle Shimura is perfect from a storytelling perspective.
It always bugged me how impatient Jin was with Yuriko. As you said, let the old lady take a rest! At least he finally wises up at the end and tells her what she needs to hear.
There is an option to have your mask visible in cutscenes. It’s in the setting if anyone wondered…
And it’s off for a reason
@@Mapocolops I thought you’d prefer it off, Just a tip for people who didn’t know as the game doesn’t tell you that you can for some reason. ❤
I loved this episode. Yuriko’s story still gets me emotional. Can’t wait for the next one Mapo. Thank you 🇯🇵🎋⛩️
And I had just finished Yuriko’s questline last night. I found your channel back when you started Ocarina of Time. Glad you’re giving this game attention along with Shadowbringers.
Yuriko's quest hits me in a deep way. I took care of my grandmother for 16 years, it was a slow decline down Alzheimer, from a stoke that compromised her mobility, to the point where she had a feeding tube and a tracheostomy. She will always be my greatest hero, the strongest person I know, and the one I loved - and for ever will love - more than anyone.
Ghost of Tsushima is an incredible game, with characters that are out of the curve. No one is specially hot or beautiful, or incredibly strong or smart. Is a collection of broken people, that have their flaws and are doing the best they can with their qualities to save the ones they love, their legacies and honor their memory, and this is true for every single one: Jin, Norio, Yuna, Ishkawa, Masako, Yuriko. Their motives are utterly genuine, despite their wrong doings, all if them are absolutely true to their hearts, and have such unique stories and personalities. I've never saw characters like those in any game ever, they are just like real people in their best form, and not like heroes with real people 's bits.
The Yuriko tale makes me sob every time... Absolutely gorgeous storytelling. As someone who's mother had alzheimer's let's just say it hits really fucking hard. The progression was much slower in our situation which imo is almost worse, but regardless this quest was really tastefully done.
Loved the little revelation/twist with Masako's story. She's so torn up by grief and revenge that it was nice to see her be so caring and vulnerable with someone, even if only for a little bit.
All the endings to the side characters tales are amazing (and/or heartbreaking) so I can't wait for the conclusions!
I'm sure you're further along by time of posting this, but something you said made me chuckle because it was... Ironic, haha.
OMG Yurikos tale still hit me hard 😭😭😭😭 ooof this video has both Yurikos and Lady Masako. One video of epicness!!! It was so hard for me to fight Lady Masako. I kept pausing and was like NO YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
you can bow at special graves for some special effects
You know, Mapo, sometimes you say something completely ordinary yet it makes me laugh uproariously. This time it was at the Duel Under Autumn Leaves: “Let me just get DRESSED.” So sincere, so full of gleeful anticipation. 😄
some amazing tales for everyone in this episode! (and a very buggy norio lol) awesome to see you go through this game, hoping this let's play gets more support
dang, the Yuriko tale got me teary eyed
This game is just so incredible
Act 2 really is where the games shine to me, in my opinion the main missions reach their peak and the best side missions are also around this time of the game like the Yuriko and Masako fight one
God, Yuriko's quest. At least she died at peace
i love this series
Fun Fact: The conspirator was the mission used in the E3 Demo Nevermind You noticed 😂 Well Another Fun Fact The Kensai Armour was used by jin in that demo
love the playthrough !
A shame you didn't remove the helmet before getting to the end of the quest ...in my opinion , helmets that hides some of the face , spoil the cutscenes ..would have made the end scene with Yuriko much more impactful seeing Jin's full face /reaction
Can't wait for the next one, holy heck.
Lauren Tom did an excellent job as Masako
Another great episode, as always!
Thanks for the video!
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The game is getting good now, it will start to ramp like crazy 🎉
"I didn't fight alone Norio".... ummmm 😀
I’m gonna be honest, using all of your special moves in a duel is really lame, makes it way too easy
They are there for a reason. An enemy is using their special moves on me, why can't I?
I think what's truly lame is "don't use the gameplay mechanics put into the game" I am already playing on hard, further self imposed difficulty is your choice, not mine
@@MapocolopsYeah that’s fair. I guess I’m biased, I’m in the middle of a playthrough on Lethal. Anyway, glad to see the playthrough is back, hope the algorithm picks it up more