1 Just Let Me Get My Bearings [Oki/Training/NoKill] Mon Feb 27, 2017 9:23 pm
Hitoshi Yasuko
D-rank
Hitoshi would stand just within the insides of the coliseum. Clad in a black short-sleeved shirt and wearing a pear of black pants, though this time going at things without any shoes at all, the blond-haired male would have brought the bare-bones of what he was hoping to train with with him. This would include a black leather pouch that would be on the right side of the back of his waist, which held some of his more standard weapons, the sharper ones of which were dulled down in order to prevent cutting. In his left hand would also be his customized yari, which held a little secret with it that he wished to practice with during his time here. He would look at his weapon for a few moments, admiring it. he had finally collected enough to afford it, and as a result be able to actually be more into his element once more. He knew that the next step would be to get a shamisen, but he would still be in process of drawing it up, let alone affording what he wanted, so that would just have to be step two in beginning his path.
Looking at the burgundy wood, which the weapon would be made out of, he would be thinking about his pride in more than just this. He had spent the remainder of his hard-earned cash in order to afford two little surprises he also wished to practice with, both of which were hidden under the sleeves of his shirt. He thought of the idea, and had hoped he made them correctly, but never has he actually practiced with them, though. These were his first creative pieces, so the special kind of admiration he gave towards them would make him spend more than long enough just standing there, gawking at them. It wasn't out of confidence, of course, but more or less like a parent would at their, except a parent wouldn't swing around a newborn and hit things with it, or at least, a sane parent wouldn't.
He never particularly cared much for the coliseum himself, but considering recent events, such as meeting his squad members and sensei and dealing with more personal family issues, he needed to find someone to try to practice with and, if he can't find anyone, then to practice the more standard forms of fighting with his yari and his two newer weapons. He dulled them down as well, of course, as he didn't want to cut anyone, though generally, just seeing how they worked against someone else that isn't related to him will be the closest he can get to simulating an actual fight, and he already knew that that sort of fight is the most valuable experience he needs at the moment in order to help him grow both in body and in mind.
Walking through the fairly concealed cave, he would press his feet against the ground slightly harder than usual, having them rub against the stone ever so slightly before lifting them up. Before the feet can become rough with callouses, they must first be rubbed raw from the natural environment, and from the hard work. To do this, and to fight with irritated or hurt feet would also help Hitoshi better practice concentration while feeling pain as well. Generally, he was a bit of a crybaby when it came to getting hurt, generally making a hit or two cause an automatic response in him to start tearing up, meaning that it would most certainly help him if he were to better learn to have that poor excuse of a bodily function under control.
Entering the building and, further on, into the cavern and down the stairs within, he would enter the large and expansive portion of the cavern where Shinobi would generally go to train and fight. He would gulp a little, wondering if there would be anyone there that would be able to train with him, or anyone there at all. He wasn't shy by any means, but generally he didn't usually come to the coliseum with his family, let alone by himself. Generally, they either went to the fissure training grounds and even remained inside their home for the weekly fights between them, so this, save for a few other isolated occasions, was a pretty new experience for him.
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Looking at the burgundy wood, which the weapon would be made out of, he would be thinking about his pride in more than just this. He had spent the remainder of his hard-earned cash in order to afford two little surprises he also wished to practice with, both of which were hidden under the sleeves of his shirt. He thought of the idea, and had hoped he made them correctly, but never has he actually practiced with them, though. These were his first creative pieces, so the special kind of admiration he gave towards them would make him spend more than long enough just standing there, gawking at them. It wasn't out of confidence, of course, but more or less like a parent would at their, except a parent wouldn't swing around a newborn and hit things with it, or at least, a sane parent wouldn't.
He never particularly cared much for the coliseum himself, but considering recent events, such as meeting his squad members and sensei and dealing with more personal family issues, he needed to find someone to try to practice with and, if he can't find anyone, then to practice the more standard forms of fighting with his yari and his two newer weapons. He dulled them down as well, of course, as he didn't want to cut anyone, though generally, just seeing how they worked against someone else that isn't related to him will be the closest he can get to simulating an actual fight, and he already knew that that sort of fight is the most valuable experience he needs at the moment in order to help him grow both in body and in mind.
Walking through the fairly concealed cave, he would press his feet against the ground slightly harder than usual, having them rub against the stone ever so slightly before lifting them up. Before the feet can become rough with callouses, they must first be rubbed raw from the natural environment, and from the hard work. To do this, and to fight with irritated or hurt feet would also help Hitoshi better practice concentration while feeling pain as well. Generally, he was a bit of a crybaby when it came to getting hurt, generally making a hit or two cause an automatic response in him to start tearing up, meaning that it would most certainly help him if he were to better learn to have that poor excuse of a bodily function under control.
Entering the building and, further on, into the cavern and down the stairs within, he would enter the large and expansive portion of the cavern where Shinobi would generally go to train and fight. He would gulp a little, wondering if there would be anyone there that would be able to train with him, or anyone there at all. He wasn't shy by any means, but generally he didn't usually come to the coliseum with his family, let alone by himself. Generally, they either went to the fissure training grounds and even remained inside their home for the weekly fights between them, so this, save for a few other isolated occasions, was a pretty new experience for him.
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