A Place To Hit Stuff [T|Boxing Dojo|PM2ENTR]
Mar 20, 2013 22:45:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 22:45:56 GMT -7
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As I often did when I was bored, I found myself hitting things.
Somewhat unusually, however, it was not a living thing, and presumably did not feel pain; it was a boxing bag, a row of its kind set up along an aisle within the building that I was now within, which was what was primarily a boxing dojo. It was open to the public, one of the only dojos to maintain such generosity throughout Takigakure, and I had recently taken up taking full advantage of their generosity to pulverize or just generally use the shit out of their equipment. My shinobi path was a difficult one; I had to completely substitute my lack of ninjutsu for raw physical prowess, which was not exactly easy when someone of my rank could already summon tidal waves from a puddle. So practice was rigorous, and it was frequent.
The ground beneath the soles of my shoes was a rather springy mat that encompassed the entire floor. The walls and rather high ceiling were of timber, and as I was quite painfully aware, the bag I was hitting was made of hefty rubber, though I had no clue what it was filled with. I struck it wildly, as I usually tended to strike things, and its weight simply resisted my arm and shunted me back. After a good five minutes of this, my arm beginning to protest and grow tired of this rigmarole, and demanded I come up with a solution to the problem. So, however begrudgingly, I would oblige.
Taking a step back, taking stock of... yanno, stuff, I tried to envision a sort of rough but universal stance I'd seen some of the other patrons adopt, no matter how infrequent they were at this time of day. Somewhat curiously, I took one step towards the bag, letting my knee bend what I reckoned was slightly, not forced, just natural, my back leg accompanying it with that same sort of 'just-however-much-you-want' lean. I had never been able to master any sort of fighting style based on complicated mechanics - I guess I was just too fucking dumb - but I didn't think boxing was above my level of understanding, or at least, it wouldn't be able to remain so. My body twisted sideways, my dominant arm - my right, though of course I was ambidextrous when it came to Taijutsu - drawn in toward my face slightly, my left extended in front, far enough away that they would be used for separate functions but close enough, I guessed, that they could come together in a pinch as well.
Flat-footed didn't seem right, though and so I would lift slightly upward upon the balls of my feet, which instantly seemed to click the stance somewhat into place - though it was lighter than my usual combat assumption, it felt more mobile, like... springy. Like I could shrug off a hit and return one quick, which I thought was a good thing, because that's what all boxing seemed like to me, in essence. My range wasn't nearly as long in such a pose, of course, so I lightly shifted forward towards the bag and, in a natural, simple motion, extended a fist quickly into the bag's mass, backed by little momentum or weight, but at the same time I also did not suffer the same sort of volatile recoil, which was nice. Nodding to myself, my brow furrowed in concentration, I would definitely experiment further with this sort of fighting.[/ul][/justify]