1 Cutting Down a Mountain with the Edge of my Sword [Razan/No-kill] Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:31 pm
Maigo
D-rank
Maigo walked by the river, parting a way from the waterfall near the mountain resort. He was at the base of the mountain now and in a clearing with forest on one side of him and the trees on the other. He set his things down and drew his sword, weighing it in his hand as he prepared to train, and work on his form some. With the Chuunin exams going on it would have been smart to check the area around him to make sure that no one was looking onto him, but as long as he kept it simple, they wouldn't gain any useful information against him. He tightened his pouch to his leg so it wouldn't get in the way then drew his sword, in his normal reverse grip style and then spinning it in his hand to a normal grip. A whole lot of flash without much tactical use or necessity in a battle, but that's how Maigo did a lot of his things, even the most simple tasks were made more grandeur than needed.
He stood there in the clearing, moving his sword back and forth, practicing a few of his own moves. Intro with jab and rotation to slash, he just kept checking his combinations, following his footwork along slowly so that every step would be on point and exactly in line. For Maigo, practicing his sword skills was similar to practicing Taijutsu for many, just making sure that he had a counter or parry for each movement and going through the scenarios of battle in his mind with each strike. For a time Maigo debated creating some clones or cutting up some trees to use as dummies so that he could get some more realistic training in but the time and will to do that much elude him.
Going through each movement he would speed up his pace, cutting the air faster, sliding his feet further along the ground. Letting his imagination embody his enemies before him, fighting these phantoms as if they were real, and once he had enough to warm up he slide his sword back in his sheathe and went to the river to wash his face and hands and take a quick drink of water before starting back up.
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He stood there in the clearing, moving his sword back and forth, practicing a few of his own moves. Intro with jab and rotation to slash, he just kept checking his combinations, following his footwork along slowly so that every step would be on point and exactly in line. For Maigo, practicing his sword skills was similar to practicing Taijutsu for many, just making sure that he had a counter or parry for each movement and going through the scenarios of battle in his mind with each strike. For a time Maigo debated creating some clones or cutting up some trees to use as dummies so that he could get some more realistic training in but the time and will to do that much elude him.
Going through each movement he would speed up his pace, cutting the air faster, sliding his feet further along the ground. Letting his imagination embody his enemies before him, fighting these phantoms as if they were real, and once he had enough to warm up he slide his sword back in his sheathe and went to the river to wash his face and hands and take a quick drink of water before starting back up.
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