Column: “The Wind of Tenpyō” — First Entry
For the inaugural column, I would like to write about my father, the founder of TENPYODO. This photograph was taken on the evening of our reopening day in Fukuoka (Hakata), following our relocation from Kitakyushu about three and a half years ago. Surrounded by our customers, it became the final image of my father. It was kindly shared with us afterward by one of the guests who attended that night.
Without ever showing signs of weakness, my father spent the evening sharing drinks and warm conversation with long-time customers, smiling as he always did. Watching him that night, I truly believed he would stay healthy and with us for many more years.
He had an old-fashioned, stubborn streak, but he was also stylish, had a deep appreciation for good food, and possessed a wonderful sense of humor.
If he could read this, I’m sure my father would be embarrassed—perhaps even chuckling in heaven, saying, “Oh, stop it.”
The memory of that day—when my father sent me off to Fukuoka, and of the precious customers who spent that time with us—still returns to me with vivid clarity, as if it happened just yesterday.
With my father’s teachings as a foundation, I will continue to walk forward—step by step, with care—never losing sight of my original intentions, and always in harmony with TENPYODO.
“The Wind of Tenpyō” is a column written with heartfelt gratitude to all those who have been part of Tenpyodō’s journey. Each encounter, each memory—gently accompanied by a quiet breeze.