abandoned dojo [training spot]

[AKIMICHI FIRE!]

(ooc: I'd like to spar with someone))

It was a hot day indeed, one of those days where when the heat is so powerful against a person's skin it made a simple task such as walking difficult and a pain. "Ahhh Its so hooot its making me hungry again. Hmm Maybe if I cool off a bit I can relax and concentrate more", he exclaimed to himself as he patted his stomach a couple of times from haven't recently digested not several, but multiple bowels of ramen. Satiated with food and having took a good nap, a refreshing fight would just make his day oh so perfect, and luckily he'd get just what he desired.

*Rumble...Rumble...Rumble*"

The massive man that was Jishou Akimichi stepped forth into the dojo, standing at the height of 6'7 with the weight of 330lbs, a weight composed of nothing more than calories, bulk, and iron forged muscles. His creamy, shaved, ebony head gleamed beautifully in what beams of sun managed to slip through the crevices of the windows. It could quite easily blind someone should they look at his head at the wrong angle, cocobutter works wonders doesn't it.

Due to the nature of his jutsu he'd be unable to fully train it, however, he decided to skip and work on some physical training. He made his way to the weight area and prepped himself to do some heavy lifting. Laying upon a bench he lifted and pressed 500lbs as though it were nothing around 10 times, and soon grew slower as his reps increased in numbers. His face contorted into a mixture of seriousness and primordial struggle, not many could lift as much as he could, Iwagakure's stone Titan was truly a magnificent feat.