Misc. Traing [Private]
May 21, 2015 21:19:14 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on May 21, 2015 21:19:14 GMT -7
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He’d removed the extra clothing to sleep, opting to just lay on the floor. He’d had worse places to lay his head down, and overall, the waste of time to find good lodging was a turn off. When he awoke the next morning, his body was covered in whips bruises and cuts, some still relatively red and somewhat fresh, but otherwise, he felt pretty good. His body felt a little more limber, though to what degree, was unknown. Likewise, he felt a little lighter without the extra clothes. He flexed and stretches his body and muscles, finding that aside from the numerous bruises, there was not much resistence in his movements. So then, had the extra stretching and resistence helped him any?
After a meal to fuel his body, he approached master Han once more, to see if the instruction could continue. The answer of course, was yes. He was more than eager to do so, but only after Akai placed the restrictions back on himself. That being said, the training went rather rough once more. His body became almost instantly sluggish again once everything was worn. The only thing not to bother him was the over weighted sword.
The first twenty minutes of training was at the very least manageable. Off of pure predictive prowess, he was able to avoid any major blow from his current master. Singular strong or fast attacks were avoided, almost with ease countless times as he kept his form free and flexible, allowing them to slip past at the last moments. At these times, he felt the restrictions upon his body stop him from making any extravagant moves. To counterattack that, he made the movements and swift and accurate as possible.
That allowed him to keep loose for further actions without endangering himself to follow up attacks. This however changed every instance of time when Master Han began to use multi striking techniques. The attacks of this nature came fluidly, swiftly, and in such numbers that they really couldn’t be dodged in simple movements, especially when used repeatedly. In times such as these, prediction rue the day to save him from intense injury, yet fail deliver him from harm. He would read an attack aimed at his head when the follow up was aimed at his right shoulder. To dodge such attacks, he move his he to side as he turn his whole body sideways.
“You’re thinking too concrete, too predictable. Try to think outside a set of motions”
Immediately, and always immediately, the next attack would come as a barrage overwhelming his ability to rapidly and accurately while he could still see exactly he would get him. Because of his prediction though, as long as he was focused on the attacks at hand, damage was minimized. Every connective motion shaved clothes or flesh, created new openings in his body, and stung his senses in lightning like repetitions. Oh, but they were shallow, superficial, nicks upon his figure. He could keep going for longer. That is, until suddenly, he found him facing a literal wall of thrust staggered by fractions of a second.
Even so, it was not a literal wall. To be precise, it was a series of thrust targeting all of his martial arts gates that Tensora focused on. Via his prediction, he could read them, but was baffled on how to defend, unless he simply retreated as far back as he could. If he attempted attacking the wall, he could surely overpower the technique… or series of techniques? No wait… That’s right, there was a gap where attacks were not coming from. If he retreated now, he would surely be scolded afterwards. So, he jumped, right into the middle of the blind spot free of slashes or stabbing motions.