The Dojo[Training/ PM for entrance]

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Peace was waning. That was obvious to Akio, and he was sure to every other Samurai in the area. Those assigned even to Leaf were receiving regular updates from Iron on the world's situation. They were all extremely tight-lipped of course, Samurai training would not allow for curiosity to pervade their sense of honor and blab to the ninja of the current dangers. But he was sure they knew. Ninja were not stupid. In fact, Akio would admit they were quite formidable foes when they put their minds to it.

He had to keep himself sharp. On the watch. Constant vigilance of his posts assigned, and for now, that was Konoha until ordered further. Help them out however he could. Akio was grateful for times like these, times that the village was silent. It meant that he could train himself one of the staples of course before he could protect anyone. Already he was familiar enough with the intricacies of the Hidden Village that he had a favorite training spot: which he simply monikered The Dojo. It was traditional, as far as tradition went. Samurai brethren were often seen there practicing their professional skill, and ninja alike manipulating their Taijutsu. It was like returning to home, as far as he could do so.

He walked the streets of Konoha into the large wooden building. It wasn't fancy, holding nobodies attention unless they were aware of it's purpose, or drawn to the shouting of the training inside. The large sliding wooden doors were already drawn open, showing many brawny, or skilled men going about their business. Akio himself was not sure how imposing a figure he was, garbed in his Samurai armor, a katana hanging from each side, and his regular armaments adorning his body. He wasn't the only Samurai present however, and many of the others included even heavier weapons: field swords and the like, dueling or swinging this way and that.

He walked deeper into the gym, almost a straight line while surveying the scene going on around them all. At nearly the end of the room, he stopped his advance, and rose up to a small rise that had only recently been added to the Dojo. It was a small square, and several replicas existed in architectural locations. But Akio knew of the true purpose of them and he took a seat, kneeling upon the rise.

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Both knees would touch the wooden surface of the floor as Akio took his seat. From this small vantage point he could survey most of the gym's activities. His eyes would scan the perimeter several times, looking to men and women lifting weights, punching sandbags and the like, honing their strengths, until one particular duo took more of his attention than the others. They were Samurai, although not garbed as such, Akio's perceived it easily. They were out of armor, which was never recommended, wearing baggy casual clothing of Jiu-Jitsu gi's and wielding bokken swords instead of katana. They struck at each other with precision, occassionally striking each other with full force, which Akio knew would be painful and bruise from experience. For the most part the pair seemed capable of stopping themselves from striking the other just a moment before the wooden sword would meet flesh. That he also knew, took concentrated practice.

From his point, Akio would begin the fully watch the two spar. He was not invasive, sure they hardly recognized or even cared that one was watching their performance. One Samurai making several cuts along the "V" stretch of his opponent in all aggression, which was blocked with consciousness, and kept his opponent defensive with the blade up, opening him for a poke the to mid-section. Good technique.

Akio had not known if he had personally developed this style of training, there were many he knew who came before him, but he liked to call it active meditation. To watch what could have been his situation and invite himself to determine a different tactic that would have been more suitable to survive the given situation. He evaluated both Samurai's performance as they skirmish back and forth with each other. His silent suggestions would go to his own mind and he made their situation his own. Everything from posture to the strength of their spirit at the given time taken into account.

These two continued their bout until Akio was impressed not a stain of sweat seemed to permeate from their clothing. He couldn't help but smirk as the fevered pitch of their own combat, the racket of the swords bounding off of each other, drew attention from other spars. Other fighters made themselves wary of the radius of the practice blades and kept their distance as best they could as the two Samurai went after each other. It wasn't truly easy, the two had little regard for those outside of their own fight, footwork playing a crucial role as they pivoted around each other and extended their boundary into other parts of the gym. There was little anyone could do without coming into the deadly arc of a sword, or having the two back away just as quickly as they entered.

Akio decided eventually (though it was quite some time, it felt minute to him) to switch his attentions elsewhere. His eyes again penetrated the gym as he found new targets to stalk, these ones in a small sand pit. Two lanky but sturdy men in a pugilistic match, brutally tossing each other this way and that. A fair bout he would say, one that could offer some future advice should he need it.

He couldn't identify a specific style the two men used in their bout but found that not to be an issue. Their skills could be later identified if he bothered to do such, at the moment he was content to simply watch them demolish themselves. They wore little more than standard gi pants, and against the roughened sandy pit their bodies were scratched and bleeding. Though they hardly seemed to notice. Admirable.

The grunting and heaving of the two were made more audible to Akio as he focused on them. They must have been exerting themselves to quite the extreme for such skinny men, he noticed each gaining a burst of unparalleled muscle as they heaved at each other, however momentarily before subsiding themselves again. Interesting, that was not something one simple...developed. Akio made a mental note to look into such trainings as his eyes would move on.

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