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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Jan 11, 2018 2:05:31 GMT -5
Kobushi didn't think he was good with a sword. Average, maybe. His grasp of a spear was the same. What he was good at was his fists. His time among the Hida Pragmatists, studying their ways in Clear Water, honed them into his favored tools. Having settled his things into his room, he decided to find a punching bag or training dummy that was available and start practicing.
Or, as a friend of his put it, "tenderizing the meat."
His strikes are fast, directed power. His training was focused on brutal efficiency, and his movements showed it. The attacks are quick and fast, with a focus on repeating attacks in the same spots. The kind of strategy that can wear down opponents with strong defenses, or exploit a weakness that's already been made. He seems to get lost in the motions as he practices, enjoying the sweat and the exertion.
After all, he associated mostly good memories with jiujitsu.
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Post by Mirumoto Ryuha on Jan 11, 2018 11:01:29 GMT -5
In the corner of the dojo, a nice and quiet one, Mirumoto Ryuha had just finished her own martial exercises. Most students went to the dojo to focus on offense, but the young girl was thankful that there was equipment meant for defensive training as well. Some very crude robotics developed a few years back, programmed to know the basic offensive katas of many of the Empire's swordsmanship schools.
She wiped a towel over her forehead, careful not to pry any stray strands of hair from her ponytail, as she sht the machine down. Her blues eyes wandered to the Daidoji for a moment, watching him punch with the force of a monk of the Brotherhood.
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Jan 11, 2018 13:53:02 GMT -5
He works through more of his routine, seemingly lost in the motion. Only once it ends does he pull back, take out a towel, and notice his audience.
"Oh, uhh…hi. Sorry, did you need to use the dummy?" He points to the target, in case she somehow interprets his words to mean him.
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Post by Mirumoto Ryuha on Jan 11, 2018 20:00:58 GMT -5
Ryuha smirks a bit at the potentially unintended jest.
"No, I don't need the use of the dummy. I have these," the Dragon comments idly, pointing a thump over her shoulder to the training robots. "You are a Daidoji? I mostly see your lot taking punches rather than dishing them out."
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Jan 11, 2018 20:06:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, that sounds about right." He scratches the back of his head. "But my mother insisted at least one of her kids train with her father's family, so I was shipped off to the Hida Pragmatists."
"Ah, sorry. My manners are pretty bad." He bows. "This one is Daidoji Kobushi."
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Post by Mirumoto Ryuha on Jan 11, 2018 20:22:27 GMT -5
"And so the punchees become the punchers. I guess that makes sense, all things considered," Ryuha jests again, before realizing she may have just gave reason for offense.
"Apologies for my joking, Daidoji-san. Words are something my mother wants me to work. My name is Mirumoto Ryuha." She gives the Crane a bow in greeting.
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Jan 11, 2018 20:26:35 GMT -5
"It's alright. All things considered, I've heard worse." He laughs, perhaps trying to lighten the mood. "Are you a first year? Or should I be calling you Mirumoto-senpai?"
"Sorry. I can't actually tell."
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Post by Mirumoto Ryuha on Jan 11, 2018 20:49:49 GMT -5
"If you wanna know the truth? I'm a fourth year, actually."
There was only the slightest hint of embarrassment in her facial expression at having to admit that fact. "Well, not that fourth year's exist. My first year here was.... pretty turbulent. So I guess that makes you my kouhai then, neh? Or are you a third year?"
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Jan 11, 2018 21:39:25 GMT -5
"Oh. I...I didn't mean to bring up anything sore. Sorry about that."
He shakes his head.
"And I'm a first year, so definitely your kouhai."
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Post by Mirumoto Ryuha on Jan 11, 2018 21:48:14 GMT -5
"No worries, I'm surprised you haven't heard of me in a bad light to be honest. Even if it is your first day on campus."
Ryuha plucks a water bottle from her bag, and takes a long swig to quench her dried up throat. "I don't have any hard feelings about it. The past is the past, or so they say. As much as Shinsei wants us to reflect on it." A bit flippant towards the Tao for a Dragon.
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