My Lau gradings were old-school, pretty like those described above. I was much younger then and incredibly fit but that didn't help as the tests were just extended until you did reach your limit .
My iaido gradings are also several hours long and often involve working to a state where you think you can't do any more and then having to perform kata at a rapid pace or, worse still, a very slow pace.
What is being evaluated is your actual level of understanding of the forms and your physical ability to execute them.
Until I went through it in my sword-art tho', I would've agreed with those who have expressed a feeling that it's somewhat needless for gradings to be so hard when we're not really training for the battlefield any more.
However, when I went through kata with my arms so tired I could barely lift them and my hands so tired I thought I couldn't hold my sword and could still cut with power and accuracy ... that's when you know you have managed to learn technique and leave muscle behind .
Still, I shall remember to my dying day one grading seminar where we went back and forth across the dojo cutting to the rhythm of ich .. ni .. san .. shi etc. Each time we got to ju and sensei would turn us round with the call of ich I groaned inside with the heartfelt prayer of "Please, Buddha, not again!" .
It wasn't fun but that sense of pride as I performed kata with some semblance of skill afterwards overwhelmed all the aches and pains.
My iaido gradings are also several hours long and often involve working to a state where you think you can't do any more and then having to perform kata at a rapid pace or, worse still, a very slow pace.
What is being evaluated is your actual level of understanding of the forms and your physical ability to execute them.
Until I went through it in my sword-art tho', I would've agreed with those who have expressed a feeling that it's somewhat needless for gradings to be so hard when we're not really training for the battlefield any more.
However, when I went through kata with my arms so tired I could barely lift them and my hands so tired I thought I couldn't hold my sword and could still cut with power and accuracy ... that's when you know you have managed to learn technique and leave muscle behind .
Still, I shall remember to my dying day one grading seminar where we went back and forth across the dojo cutting to the rhythm of ich .. ni .. san .. shi etc. Each time we got to ju and sensei would turn us round with the call of ich I groaned inside with the heartfelt prayer of "Please, Buddha, not again!" .
It wasn't fun but that sense of pride as I performed kata with some semblance of skill afterwards overwhelmed all the aches and pains.