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Post by Hida Kumataro on Jan 14, 2018 23:51:51 GMT -5
Kumataro arrived at the dojo early to get everything set up for class. It would not take too long, since he was just setting up for teaching basic techniques first, but it was better to get it set up early rather than just as class began. He set up an array of training targets, and cleared out space for students to stand a good distance away from each-other as they swung.
The practice weapons, a collection of wooden tetsubos, could still seriously injure someone if they hit hard enough. At least, Kumataro wagered they could. They had some padding, but anything with weight could only be made so safe. He trusted that anyone coming into the class would have at least enough weapons experience to know not to act recklessly with them, though. They were still samurai, after all, even if they were teenagers.
Once everything was set up, he picked up one of the practice weapons and began doing a few warm up moves of his own while he waited for students to arrive.
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Post by Mitsu Kaizen on Jan 15, 2018 2:17:17 GMT -5
It would seem that the Hida would have some company. Kaizen bowed to him and begun to stretch and warm up. He too picked up a practice tetsubo as he looked aeound for aomething that resembled his weapon of choice. He found no such luck this time around. He shrugged and looked slightly disappointed. He takes up what looks to be a modified kenjutsu stance. The Hida might find it odd or incorrect.
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Post by Bayushi Nomen on Jan 15, 2018 2:55:37 GMT -5
It would seem both would have...rather unlikely company, as a smaller girl walked in. No mons on her school clothes at all. She gave the teacher and the other student a bow, before moving to the side and doing her stretches.
She only looked a little out of place....
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Post by Hida Kumataro on Jan 15, 2018 3:05:50 GMT -5
Kumataro was not one to judge someone by their size or gender. After all, a tiny woman had once thrown him through a wall one night when he was drunk at a sake. That's how he'd learned that lesson, actually. Never make fun of someone for their height.
What he could judge, however, was someone holding a weapon wrong. Putting on a friendly smile, he walked over to Kaizen.
"Well, Mitsu-san, good to see you're eager! Unless you're inventing a new school, though, you gotta hold it differently. Like this."
Kumataro took his own tetsubo in both hands and did a few practice swings to demonstrate.
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 15, 2018 10:07:14 GMT -5
Suzaku enters quiet in a white burlap kimono and hakama, iaido bag over his shoulder and peace bound, brown daishoed saya at his right side. which he sets aside as he likely will not need it. Suzaku eyed the weapons racks, and seemed to lack confidence. While having the strength and stamina of a Suzume farmboy, his frame wasn't nearly as large as that of his marigold friends among the Sparrow. He quietly waited for instruction, not knowing how to even begin warming up.
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Post by Hida Kumataro on Jan 15, 2018 13:32:06 GMT -5
Kumataro looked at the clock and shrugged.
"Alright, seems like that's everyone we're gonna get barring late arrivals. If everyone would line up on the mat, please?"
Kumataro gestured with a hand where he wanted people to line up.
"We're gonna be starting with some stretches. I'm sure all of you are eager to jump straight into lessons, but you won't learn anything with a torn muscle, yeah?"
He grinned playfully, and noted that at least one student had already begun stretching. Good thinking on her part, but still, it was best to get a routine going for the class.
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 15, 2018 13:48:35 GMT -5
Suzaku bows in acknowledgment and takes his position, tying back the sleeves of his kimono.
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Post by Hida Tetsuko on Jan 15, 2018 13:57:32 GMT -5
Tetsuko steps in just as Kumataro-sensei begins to give his directions.
"My apologies, Hida-sensei. I was running behind due to a previous engagement with Doji fuyuko-sensei." She bows low in apology before taking her place in the back of the class. Noting the seemingly single other girl in class start her stretches, the Doji begins as well to limber up.
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Post by Hida Kumataro on Jan 15, 2018 14:00:24 GMT -5
Hinata chuckled. He remembered being late for class in his own high school days, and besides, the Doji had not been too late.
"It's fine. Just don't be late next time, yeah?"
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Post by Bayushi Nomen on Jan 15, 2018 14:05:14 GMT -5
Nomen, the tiny one of the class, lined up as requested started stretching. She seemed a nimble little thing
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