It was the after-hours of school, class was no longer in session, but the academy was still open. In the training grounds stood a panting, sweating student and a well-used training dummy in front of her, smiling despite the obvious exhaustion. A notebook with crude drawings and some writing laid strewn out on the ground next to her, showing a few basic taijutsu techniques that she had evidently used on the training dummy.
If there was one thing Aguri was, it was proactive. She wasn’t one to lay back and relax on training, always looking for new ways to grow and improve. One redeemable trait for the otherwise hyperactive and unruly teenager. She never slacked.
The idea to use training dummies popped up in her head after class, but she quickly realised that just punching one and calling it a day wasn’t really training at all. Brainstorming made her go to the library, realising that there would probably be books on taijutsu techniques there. She was happy to see that she was right, and quick transcription onto her notebook allowed her to have a proper source with which to improve.
She’d been training on and off for a while now, taking five-minute breaks to keep up a constant pace and looking at her notebook to see if she was using the techniques right. They mostly consisted of punching techniques, with some knees and joint locks mixed in and there. Aguri found she did better with simple strikes as opposed to grapples.
She started throwing punches again, grunting in exertion and doing her best to follow what was written. Her technique wasn’t the best, as would be the case with an academy student.
“Ow!” She recoiled as she struck the dummy particularly hard, physics rearing its ugly head on her knuckles. She pouted, looking at them to assess the damage, but she just shrugged it off after a few seconds and resumed training.
She’d done worse to herself.
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If there was one thing Aguri was, it was proactive. She wasn’t one to lay back and relax on training, always looking for new ways to grow and improve. One redeemable trait for the otherwise hyperactive and unruly teenager. She never slacked.
The idea to use training dummies popped up in her head after class, but she quickly realised that just punching one and calling it a day wasn’t really training at all. Brainstorming made her go to the library, realising that there would probably be books on taijutsu techniques there. She was happy to see that she was right, and quick transcription onto her notebook allowed her to have a proper source with which to improve.
She’d been training on and off for a while now, taking five-minute breaks to keep up a constant pace and looking at her notebook to see if she was using the techniques right. They mostly consisted of punching techniques, with some knees and joint locks mixed in and there. Aguri found she did better with simple strikes as opposed to grapples.
She started throwing punches again, grunting in exertion and doing her best to follow what was written. Her technique wasn’t the best, as would be the case with an academy student.
“Ow!” She recoiled as she struck the dummy particularly hard, physics rearing its ugly head on her knuckles. She pouted, looking at them to assess the damage, but she just shrugged it off after a few seconds and resumed training.
She’d done worse to herself.
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