Aian took a left and found himself at the academy proving grounds, the area for training, lessons, tournaments ocasionally, etc. He had decided to get in a little training before he actually began classes at the academy. He didn't have a specific weapon of fighting style, but he is convinced it would come to him. He began his regiment with sprints and followed suit into accuracy practice. He unrolled a small pouch and chose his throwing weapon of choice, a small kunai about 4 inches in length and 2 wide. He fitted his finger through the loop and spun the knife around his index. It felt good, the cold metal on his skin, he tossed the kunai up and caught it. Now he needed a target...he scoured the arena like field and found a post, seemingly used by other people as a target or punching post. He pulled his arm close to his face, kunai in hand and foused on the cylinder of wood. He took a breath, looked towards it again, breathed out, then threw the knife. It caught the post on the side, missing where Aian had aimed. He retrieved his knife and went about deciding what to do next.
He settled on shadow boxing and began to go through the motions of his simulated combat scenario. Swing left as the opponent ducks, come from below with a knee, hit, slam from above, hit, opponent swings left, dodge back, etc. He continued until he was completely immersed in his scenario. It was rythmic, the swings, uppercuts, leg sweeps, he loved it. The outside world was secondary to Aian now, he was living this imaginary fight. He finished off his opponent with a kunai at their throat and sat next to his backpack to rest. He uncapped his water and flood his mouth with the cool liquid. He finished with an "Ah!" and looked out at the proving grounds and wondered how many times he would visit here until he was a genin.
He settled on shadow boxing and began to go through the motions of his simulated combat scenario. Swing left as the opponent ducks, come from below with a knee, hit, slam from above, hit, opponent swings left, dodge back, etc. He continued until he was completely immersed in his scenario. It was rythmic, the swings, uppercuts, leg sweeps, he loved it. The outside world was secondary to Aian now, he was living this imaginary fight. He finished off his opponent with a kunai at their throat and sat next to his backpack to rest. He uncapped his water and flood his mouth with the cool liquid. He finished with an "Ah!" and looked out at the proving grounds and wondered how many times he would visit here until he was a genin.