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Sparks flying...[open]
WHO: Kanji and open!
WHAT: Training times with the walking generator.
WHERE: Around the school campus
WHEN: Throughout the day
WARNING(S): Possible Kanji potty mouth? Nothing so far.
If there was one thing that the recent mission had taught Kanji - it was that he needed to get better at what he was doing. To be able to really use his abilities and strength to the fullest... he needed to work at it. Never mind anything else. Sure, his team training's helping: but he can't rely on that alone.
If he's to ever actually justify calling himself an X-Man, to justify taking up the codename - he's got to be strong to be able to help.
So, in the pursuit of his training, there's a couple of places that Kanji can be found at the moment:
In the gym, he can be found battering the hell out of punching bags, or working his way through the free weights: generally, if a bit of apparatus doesn't require external power, he's going to be found trying it out or using it. It's always been part of his routine, a way to help burn through a bit of excess charge, but now he knows how much he needs it he's working twice as hard. ... Might be working a bit too hard, even. (Whoo. He's seeing sparks and he doesn't think they're his usual sort.)
Similarly, he can be found outside, going for a run around the grounds - okay, so it's still really a bit cold for it, but a real man's not going to frown in the face of a bit of a chill, is he? Right? Right?
WHAT: Training times with the walking generator.
WHERE: Around the school campus
WHEN: Throughout the day
WARNING(S): Possible Kanji potty mouth? Nothing so far.
If there was one thing that the recent mission had taught Kanji - it was that he needed to get better at what he was doing. To be able to really use his abilities and strength to the fullest... he needed to work at it. Never mind anything else. Sure, his team training's helping: but he can't rely on that alone.
If he's to ever actually justify calling himself an X-Man, to justify taking up the codename - he's got to be strong to be able to help.
So, in the pursuit of his training, there's a couple of places that Kanji can be found at the moment:
In the gym, he can be found battering the hell out of punching bags, or working his way through the free weights: generally, if a bit of apparatus doesn't require external power, he's going to be found trying it out or using it. It's always been part of his routine, a way to help burn through a bit of excess charge, but now he knows how much he needs it he's working twice as hard. ... Might be working a bit too hard, even. (Whoo. He's seeing sparks and he doesn't think they're his usual sort.)
Similarly, he can be found outside, going for a run around the grounds - okay, so it's still really a bit cold for it, but a real man's not going to frown in the face of a bit of a chill, is he? Right? Right?
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She used the edge of her keyblade as a weapon, and it still sparked with his borrowed power. Even where the weapon did damage enough to change some shape of the dummy, she did not falter. Her blows were always to the same key vulnerable points. Throat. Chest. Skull. Other side of the throat. Dancing around to the back. Back of skull.
Over and over she spun around the dummy, never seeming to get dizzy, never faltering, intent on her training, though she kept a peripheral awareness on the rest of the room.
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He's not going to approach her while she's in the middle of her workout, glancing over while he's getting down to work himself - but at a convenient opportunity, at least, he'll go to (if slightly awkwardly) try to catch her eye.
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The easy answer was to let them go, clear the blade, and gather ones she could more easily handle.
But how could she teach them control if she didn't learn it herself.
And when had she ever chosen any path just because it was easy?
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"Hey," he starts, with a little bit of a wave.
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Posting from iPad, please excuse brevity/errors
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The rest of what she's saying, though: "How'd that work, though? I ain't good with technical stuff..." Sit him down with a list of complicated stitches, he's fine. But sit him down with a list of mechanical instructions? Slightly less so.
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"That's... wow. Sounds like it's complex stuff," he says, rubbing at his head for a moment. "Ya think I could manage somethin' like that? I dunno..." Putting himself down, much? "But there's gotta be folks here who could."
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And because it was what she would do on the island with one of the students, she kissed his forehead, thinking nothing of it.
"Would you like me to look into getting this set up so you could learn?"
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He flinches back, reflexively trying to protect her, before he remembers the whole reason they're even talking about such things in the first place...
"M... maybe? But if ya think it could really help..."
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She led him to a fresh training dummy. "We begin with precision," she said. "Bare handed strikes. Here," she said, tapping the dummy in the center of the face. "Here," she said, touching the throat. "And here." she touched the center of the chest. "You want to strike with the heel of your hand. In that order, head neck chest. The same exact point on each, every time. Do the three, repeat. Set your own pace, the first two rounds, then whatever pace you have in the third round you keep."
She stepped back. "Begin."
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He'd better be able to do this now she's put him on the spot, dammit.
His first round is a little slow and shaky as he steps through the motions - the second a bit better. Still not particularly elegant as he goes in for the third set, but at least he thinks he can keep this momentum going...
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Anytime he would miss center, she would let him know with gentle encouragement, things like "A bit higher next set, or you're drifting to the right..." whatever was needed.
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Eventually, he pants out: "Heh. Never thought-" - smack - "goin' so steady-" smack - "could be so hard."
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