Colliding Worlds (Open)
Jun 24, 2011 18:06:52 GMT -8
Post by Kinniku - Kyoumou Kobushi on Jun 24, 2011 18:06:52 GMT -8
The excitement of his fists hitting against the bag hitting it in order to make it move with his own power taking combinations of punches and tuning them into each and every attack he made. He took his fist back, placing his shoulders into a powerful motion with each movement, his arm moving at a rapid pace as he took small steps forward and back to gain composure in each attack. His lips would move, blowing steam from each attack (in a metaphorical sense).
"Get those jabs faster, Kyoumou, come on!" He would exclaim, his sons fast jabs taking an even sharper tone, as he started to sweat. "Each jab needs to be sharp, speedy, and by all means vital to every point of the oppositions body, don't take away from the strength, make each punch compact and swift." His father would emphasize, caressing his fist forward for each punch, making each and every movement of his right fists count as his right arm was tied within a leatherfter." strap. He had to stay focused.
"That's it, come on, one thousand more jabs!" Kyoumou gritted his teeth, pushing his arm through the tired, five thousand punch session he had with his father just today. He was getting better, but still a long way from perfect, his fist needed to be quicker, like lightning, but it was far from that. After thirty more minutes of training, his arm would begin to sting in pain, falling over from the exhaustion of each and every jab he did. He felt the tension in his arm build as he began to move his entire arm in a circular motion. "That's good son, the pain of each of those jabs is in that arm of yours, you can't let up on training, each and every attack with that fist makes your jab swifter... keep practicing and maybe it can strike like lightning."
He would only release a huge sigh, grunting as he watched his father. "Seriously, dammit, this is taking too long to train, I hate to admit dad, but this is making my arm so soar it feels like it will fall off." Sniffing the air, he would release another sigh, and place his back to the ground, moving his head backwards with his arms. "I need to relax, besides, you already said I have more potential than most of our clan had back in the d-" He would feel a punch from his father coming, as he was angered suddenly but his seeming lazy crazed expression.
"You maybe quick, but your punches are still shit compared to our forefathers!" Kyoumou immediately rubbed the top of his head as he screeched. "Dammit old man, stop hitting me on my head, one day I'm gonna get brain damage!" Scrambling, his fist was in front of him, as he growled at his father, who glared back, staring into the eyes of anger. His father would push his head back chuckling. "Still a weakling..."
Kyoumou would fall towards the ground once more, and snuff. "Whatever, dumbass." Kyoumou would sigh, taking his eyes to the ceiling, beginning to rummage. "I heard that shinobi are entering the village, for their 'chunnin exams'?" Nodding, his father had began to speak softly. "The Commander wants to create something that is more of a trust pact, and who wouldn't use an important even for doing such a thing?" Scratching his head as he watched his father, he would then grasp his coat, as he nodded slightly. "Where you going?" His father would ask.
"We rarely get shinobi in the village, I want to see if they have any abilities per-say, they say that they were wrought from from samurai first before their were actual shinobi, and I want to learn by seeing." His father would laugh, nodding. "Be back here later for the straights practicing, you need to enhance your follow-through in short bursts." Kyoumou nodded, as he began running, placing on his coat as he did, making sure his knuckle knives were on his side. Going into a sprint, his hands would move behind his back. 'This should be interesting.'
"Get those jabs faster, Kyoumou, come on!" He would exclaim, his sons fast jabs taking an even sharper tone, as he started to sweat. "Each jab needs to be sharp, speedy, and by all means vital to every point of the oppositions body, don't take away from the strength, make each punch compact and swift." His father would emphasize, caressing his fist forward for each punch, making each and every movement of his right fists count as his right arm was tied within a leatherfter." strap. He had to stay focused.
"That's it, come on, one thousand more jabs!" Kyoumou gritted his teeth, pushing his arm through the tired, five thousand punch session he had with his father just today. He was getting better, but still a long way from perfect, his fist needed to be quicker, like lightning, but it was far from that. After thirty more minutes of training, his arm would begin to sting in pain, falling over from the exhaustion of each and every jab he did. He felt the tension in his arm build as he began to move his entire arm in a circular motion. "That's good son, the pain of each of those jabs is in that arm of yours, you can't let up on training, each and every attack with that fist makes your jab swifter... keep practicing and maybe it can strike like lightning."
He would only release a huge sigh, grunting as he watched his father. "Seriously, dammit, this is taking too long to train, I hate to admit dad, but this is making my arm so soar it feels like it will fall off." Sniffing the air, he would release another sigh, and place his back to the ground, moving his head backwards with his arms. "I need to relax, besides, you already said I have more potential than most of our clan had back in the d-" He would feel a punch from his father coming, as he was angered suddenly but his seeming lazy crazed expression.
"You maybe quick, but your punches are still shit compared to our forefathers!" Kyoumou immediately rubbed the top of his head as he screeched. "Dammit old man, stop hitting me on my head, one day I'm gonna get brain damage!" Scrambling, his fist was in front of him, as he growled at his father, who glared back, staring into the eyes of anger. His father would push his head back chuckling. "Still a weakling..."
Kyoumou would fall towards the ground once more, and snuff. "Whatever, dumbass." Kyoumou would sigh, taking his eyes to the ceiling, beginning to rummage. "I heard that shinobi are entering the village, for their 'chunnin exams'?" Nodding, his father had began to speak softly. "The Commander wants to create something that is more of a trust pact, and who wouldn't use an important even for doing such a thing?" Scratching his head as he watched his father, he would then grasp his coat, as he nodded slightly. "Where you going?" His father would ask.
"We rarely get shinobi in the village, I want to see if they have any abilities per-say, they say that they were wrought from from samurai first before their were actual shinobi, and I want to learn by seeing." His father would laugh, nodding. "Be back here later for the straights practicing, you need to enhance your follow-through in short bursts." Kyoumou nodded, as he began running, placing on his coat as he did, making sure his knuckle knives were on his side. Going into a sprint, his hands would move behind his back. 'This should be interesting.'