6th of Bell, 19th of Fall, 513AV
Sei heaved the training post through the threshold of his apartment, and closed the door behind him. He removed his shoes, and turned to his bedroom. He opened the dresser and removed a pair of gloves, and slipping them on he walked to the training post to stand it straight up. He took a deep breath, and tried a light punch at the post. He withdrew his hand after contact, and took it slow for a start. He didn't know exactly how much impact his boxing gloves would absorb, so he would hold back until he was sure. He threw a harder punch, and was happy to find that the gloves lessened the impact. He threw a light hook at the post, and tried a swing with his left. He continued to punch the little post, and grew to enjoy it a bit.
It wasn't all that bad. Of course, it could never compare to a real match at the Fighter Pit. It thrilled him to be able to train, but he couldn't wait to master a new technique. He punched a little harder on the post, but his arms were shaky, and even though it felt fast to him, he knew he wasn't hitting the post pretty fast. He threw a clumsy fist, and tried his best to make his punches straighter. The effort made his muscles tense, and he knew eventually his arms would get tired, so he instead let himself throw his lazy punches. He tried his best to at least jar the the training post, but the best he could do was sting his hands.
He used his left, then right, then left again. He repeated the process until he got a finer punch. He continued to punch the post, and started to feel the ache in his muscles. He kept his arms from lowering, and ignored the burn, forcing his arms to keep a rhythm. He relaxed his arms when he could no longer move them, and tried to roll his shoulders. He shook out his arms, and tried again. He punched the post with his left, threw another, and then switched to his right. He slammed his fist into the post, and tried a right hook. He managed to at least shake it a tiny pit, but he knew he would need more to budge the training post.
He tried a heavier swing, and only managed to, once again, sting his hands. He punched the post one last time before stopping to roll his shoulders. He sat crosslegged on the floor of his apartment, and drew in a deep breath. He decided to rest a bit, and removed his gloves. He pushed his thought to the back of his mind, and rested his arms in his lap. He took in at least ten deep breaths before slipping on his gloves and beginning to stand. He punched the post with a new resolve, and repeated the same process. He punched the post with his left, then his right.
He pushed further, and punched the post harder than before. He thought about using flux, but decided against it. Sei punched the post, and began circle around it, throwing the occasional punch. He was getting bored of throwing just punches at the post, and began to throw a light kick at the center. He gave the post a light knee, and punched the post a little harder. He circled the post, and tried to jab it. His moves were still clumsy, but they weren't as bad. He pushed the heel of his foot clumsily onto the training post, and gave the post a left hook.
He tried a roundhouse, and fell on his face. He pushed himself up, and startted his training again. He threw a punch with his left, kicked with his right, and threw another punch with his right. He was getting more and more excited with every hit, and regretted his earlier statement. It was fun even if he wasn't hitting a real opponent. He could feel a fresh coat of sweat roll down his neck, and he was pretty sure he was soaked in it. He continued to smach, punch, hit, whatever the post.
It wasn't all that bad. Of course, it could never compare to a real match at the Fighter Pit. It thrilled him to be able to train, but he couldn't wait to master a new technique. He punched a little harder on the post, but his arms were shaky, and even though it felt fast to him, he knew he wasn't hitting the post pretty fast. He threw a clumsy fist, and tried his best to make his punches straighter. The effort made his muscles tense, and he knew eventually his arms would get tired, so he instead let himself throw his lazy punches. He tried his best to at least jar the the training post, but the best he could do was sting his hands.
He used his left, then right, then left again. He repeated the process until he got a finer punch. He continued to punch the post, and started to feel the ache in his muscles. He kept his arms from lowering, and ignored the burn, forcing his arms to keep a rhythm. He relaxed his arms when he could no longer move them, and tried to roll his shoulders. He shook out his arms, and tried again. He punched the post with his left, threw another, and then switched to his right. He slammed his fist into the post, and tried a right hook. He managed to at least shake it a tiny pit, but he knew he would need more to budge the training post.
He tried a heavier swing, and only managed to, once again, sting his hands. He punched the post one last time before stopping to roll his shoulders. He sat crosslegged on the floor of his apartment, and drew in a deep breath. He decided to rest a bit, and removed his gloves. He pushed his thought to the back of his mind, and rested his arms in his lap. He took in at least ten deep breaths before slipping on his gloves and beginning to stand. He punched the post with a new resolve, and repeated the same process. He punched the post with his left, then his right.
He pushed further, and punched the post harder than before. He thought about using flux, but decided against it. Sei punched the post, and began circle around it, throwing the occasional punch. He was getting bored of throwing just punches at the post, and began to throw a light kick at the center. He gave the post a light knee, and punched the post a little harder. He circled the post, and tried to jab it. His moves were still clumsy, but they weren't as bad. He pushed the heel of his foot clumsily onto the training post, and gave the post a left hook.
He tried a roundhouse, and fell on his face. He pushed himself up, and startted his training again. He threw a punch with his left, kicked with his right, and threw another punch with his right. He was getting more and more excited with every hit, and regretted his earlier statement. It was fun even if he wasn't hitting a real opponent. He could feel a fresh coat of sweat roll down his neck, and he was pretty sure he was soaked in it. He continued to smach, punch, hit, whatever the post.
SEI TENDO
Good job, keep it up.
