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xavier_institute_logs2014-10-29 10:51 am
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Somehow I'll Make a Man Out of You [OPEN]
WHO: Hijikata, members of the Kendo Club, prospective Kendo Club members
WHAT: Kendo training!
WHERE: In the gymnasium, since it's too chilly to train outside
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday evening (the 25th), 7-9 PM, and possibly later.
WARNING(S): Potential for mild violence, but probably not anything too bad.
They were unprepared.
His stomach turned, every time he thought of the small army Sublime had brought into a school of sleeping children. Were they brave? Many of them. Clever? A few.
But brave and clever didn't mean too damn much against automatic weapons. He taught history, he knew that. They meant something, but usually not enough. They were lucky this time, as they'd sometimes been before, but not always. They couldn't rely on luck, not with the sort of enemies they had just by daring to be alive in this world.
What could he give his students, then, in the wake of such a reminder? Some would give comfort, but he'd never quite known how to do that, himself, and it rarely seemed quite right to him. They needed to understand the danger they were in. How were they to protect themselves, without that?
No, what he could give them was what he'd always given. He could help them learn self-control, help them learn courage and steady-heartedness and quick thinking... And for his own part, he could show them how to move on when these things happened, unbent and unwavering, even in a world with little comfort.
It was difficult to see the difference in him since the attack with eyes alone -- he was the same as ever, straight-backed and cold-eyed, tall and proud as he walked into the training area with his long hair pulled back and his sword in hand. Those who had known him for a long time might have been able to pick up on a little shift in the atmosphere around him, but it was slight, difficult to pin down.
"We'll be starting with the usual footwork drills and katas. After 20 minutes, you're to split into pairs -- you'll find your partner on the list over there by the door. Any newcomers or anyone who got left off the list, tell me now."
Once that was settled, he continued: "We'll be drilling a disarming technique which most of you will be unfamiliar with. Those of you who've studied it before, help your partners, and keep a close eye on your own form. We'll continue from there with supervised 3-on-one practice -- again, you'll find your groups posted by the door -- and then one-on-one sparring."
"If there are no questions, begin."
[OOC: Feel free to use this as a mingle thread, to have your character request extra 1-on-1 training after the group meeting, or to hit Hijikata up for mentoring without the swordfighting!]
WHAT: Kendo training!
WHERE: In the gymnasium, since it's too chilly to train outside
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday evening (the 25th), 7-9 PM, and possibly later.
WARNING(S): Potential for mild violence, but probably not anything too bad.
They were unprepared.
His stomach turned, every time he thought of the small army Sublime had brought into a school of sleeping children. Were they brave? Many of them. Clever? A few.
But brave and clever didn't mean too damn much against automatic weapons. He taught history, he knew that. They meant something, but usually not enough. They were lucky this time, as they'd sometimes been before, but not always. They couldn't rely on luck, not with the sort of enemies they had just by daring to be alive in this world.
What could he give his students, then, in the wake of such a reminder? Some would give comfort, but he'd never quite known how to do that, himself, and it rarely seemed quite right to him. They needed to understand the danger they were in. How were they to protect themselves, without that?
No, what he could give them was what he'd always given. He could help them learn self-control, help them learn courage and steady-heartedness and quick thinking... And for his own part, he could show them how to move on when these things happened, unbent and unwavering, even in a world with little comfort.
It was difficult to see the difference in him since the attack with eyes alone -- he was the same as ever, straight-backed and cold-eyed, tall and proud as he walked into the training area with his long hair pulled back and his sword in hand. Those who had known him for a long time might have been able to pick up on a little shift in the atmosphere around him, but it was slight, difficult to pin down.
"We'll be starting with the usual footwork drills and katas. After 20 minutes, you're to split into pairs -- you'll find your partner on the list over there by the door. Any newcomers or anyone who got left off the list, tell me now."
Once that was settled, he continued: "We'll be drilling a disarming technique which most of you will be unfamiliar with. Those of you who've studied it before, help your partners, and keep a close eye on your own form. We'll continue from there with supervised 3-on-one practice -- again, you'll find your groups posted by the door -- and then one-on-one sparring."
"If there are no questions, begin."
[OOC: Feel free to use this as a mingle thread, to have your character request extra 1-on-1 training after the group meeting, or to hit Hijikata up for mentoring without the swordfighting!]
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"There are loaners in there, until you get your own." Not all students had the means to, financially, though he very much doubted that was a problem for her.
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He glanced around the room. Best to pair her with an advanced student for the drills -- one who would be able to assess her while he was dividing his attention between the students...
"When you're suited up, go over there. We'll start the footwork without you if you drag your feet."
Hijikata had a lot of strength as an X-man and teacher, but he wasn't the best at creating a welcoming atmosphere, even after years of being socialized here.