He clamped the Rull brush into a hand-cranked lathe—a slow, rhythmic tool, not a high-speed electric motor.
Takeshi finally set the wool down. He picked up a finished Nikko Rull brush, spinning it gently between his thumb and forefinger. The wool was perfectly uniform, soft as a cloud, yet packed tightly enough to generate immense friction. nikko rull brush
"Watch the surface," Takeshi commanded.
"Take it," Takeshi said, nodding. "Go back to the cabinet. Put away the electric motor. Sit with the wood. Turn the crank by hand. Let the wool do the work. If you rush, you will fail. If you listen, you will succeed." He clamped the Rull brush into a hand-cranked