The hall was free of students when Kamaru approached another instructor. He hadn’t had much luck explaining what he was trying to ask as he pulled his punch dagger out again and started to explain. The man turned toward him regarding him in a red and white tracksuit the reed of grass in his jaw wagged as he regarded Kamaru and his request before he chuckled accepting the request. Tapping his bamboo kendo sword against his collar bone he made plans to meet Kamaru after school for some mentoring of sorts.
Kamaru came out in a teal and green tracksuit that evening with just a sheath and his weapon before he started looking around, not seeing any practice dummies Kamaru inquired into if they’d just go over the course work. The man shook his head explaining Dummies would give him firsthand knowledge of form and how lethal it would really be as he took off his jacket. The man’s chest hidden under the loose tracksuit made Kamaru wonder how much spare time the man had. Tucking in a ring on a chain inside his shirt scarred arms waved Kamaru on explaining fortune only favors the bold with a smirk and determined look on his face as he spit out the stock of grass.
With his peripheral vision Kamaru waited until the stock hit the ground. He felt honestly more like a mugger than someone training as the blade tip darted in aimed at the side of the man’s ribcage. A bumping of the man’s forearm at the last second and a the closing of distance as they spun about had the man looking Kamaru in the face. Supposedly Kamaru got accolades for an attempt but in truth when attacking unless he wanted to purposely draw out the battle Kamaru needed to aim higher to get at a lung he was reminded. Where Kamaru decided to be aiming the man explained, as Kamaru continued the attacks and the two danced about, was just as important as to the rest of the strategy or battle plan. Regardless of if the blow hit what was the overall goal? Was it just a step of a more elaborate plan or just a throw away move to test his opponent. Granted going for the quickest and easiest to get at spot was one way to look at it, just trying to overcome the opponent with the easier attacks and whittle them down was possible but again that was if you wanted to draw out a fight. Also did the opponent leave obvious areas as traps, Kamaru would have a hard time trying to attack if he pulled back an broken arm if he could pull it back.
The basic form was good for method, speed, precision recoil back out of danger. The purpose and what he was trying to do needed work it seemed from the man’s opinion. Kamaru probably wasn’t on the man’s level of being comfortable with live weapons being used which was why his lesson plans called for hard rubberized weapons. Even with a good hit at the most it would leave a bruise if an accident occurred. With the day winding down and Kamaru tired he noticed the man shaking out his jacket and snapping up a stock of grass to chew on. After thanking him he thought the man had muttered about going for a job around the village. Kamaru thanked him again mentioning he might ask him for help again later. With a wave he found himself alone as the sun faded for the evening. He made a note to soak his arm when he got home since the muscles felt like they were on fire. How many stabs and thrusts had he done that evening?
Kamaru came out in a teal and green tracksuit that evening with just a sheath and his weapon before he started looking around, not seeing any practice dummies Kamaru inquired into if they’d just go over the course work. The man shook his head explaining Dummies would give him firsthand knowledge of form and how lethal it would really be as he took off his jacket. The man’s chest hidden under the loose tracksuit made Kamaru wonder how much spare time the man had. Tucking in a ring on a chain inside his shirt scarred arms waved Kamaru on explaining fortune only favors the bold with a smirk and determined look on his face as he spit out the stock of grass.
With his peripheral vision Kamaru waited until the stock hit the ground. He felt honestly more like a mugger than someone training as the blade tip darted in aimed at the side of the man’s ribcage. A bumping of the man’s forearm at the last second and a the closing of distance as they spun about had the man looking Kamaru in the face. Supposedly Kamaru got accolades for an attempt but in truth when attacking unless he wanted to purposely draw out the battle Kamaru needed to aim higher to get at a lung he was reminded. Where Kamaru decided to be aiming the man explained, as Kamaru continued the attacks and the two danced about, was just as important as to the rest of the strategy or battle plan. Regardless of if the blow hit what was the overall goal? Was it just a step of a more elaborate plan or just a throw away move to test his opponent. Granted going for the quickest and easiest to get at spot was one way to look at it, just trying to overcome the opponent with the easier attacks and whittle them down was possible but again that was if you wanted to draw out a fight. Also did the opponent leave obvious areas as traps, Kamaru would have a hard time trying to attack if he pulled back an broken arm if he could pull it back.
The basic form was good for method, speed, precision recoil back out of danger. The purpose and what he was trying to do needed work it seemed from the man’s opinion. Kamaru probably wasn’t on the man’s level of being comfortable with live weapons being used which was why his lesson plans called for hard rubberized weapons. Even with a good hit at the most it would leave a bruise if an accident occurred. With the day winding down and Kamaru tired he noticed the man shaking out his jacket and snapping up a stock of grass to chew on. After thanking him he thought the man had muttered about going for a job around the village. Kamaru thanked him again mentioning he might ask him for help again later. With a wave he found himself alone as the sun faded for the evening. He made a note to soak his arm when he got home since the muscles felt like they were on fire. How many stabs and thrusts had he done that evening?