The training fields. Despite Sato being so bookish he actually preferred this to the classroom. In there it was nothing but squabbling students not paying attention or messing around as the teacher did little more than teach the basics. Out here is where they could apply themselves. Simply having a task at hand made it easier to concentrate and tune out everything else. Of course it wasn't much. They'd only begun going over the very basic ninja arts and today they weren't even focusing on jutsu. Something a lot of the students were lacking was physical training and Sato was hardly an exception.
It was simple melee training; five minutes of punches, five minutes of kicks, run a lap, then take a short break to do it all over again. It was only the second rotation and already Sato felt like his limbs were ready to fall off. The bandages on his knuckles weren't helping take the impact as much as he'd like and sweat had been pouring down his face for well over a minute. He didn't stop though. Despite trying to focus he had noticed a few kids who'd chosen to tap out, taking an early break at the risk of bad marks. Even if he wasn't built for this sort of thing Sato refused to be one of them. He reminded himself that he had to work ten times harder than all the rest if he was going to get noticed.
It was simple melee training; five minutes of punches, five minutes of kicks, run a lap, then take a short break to do it all over again. It was only the second rotation and already Sato felt like his limbs were ready to fall off. The bandages on his knuckles weren't helping take the impact as much as he'd like and sweat had been pouring down his face for well over a minute. He didn't stop though. Despite trying to focus he had noticed a few kids who'd chosen to tap out, taking an early break at the risk of bad marks. Even if he wasn't built for this sort of thing Sato refused to be one of them. He reminded himself that he had to work ten times harder than all the rest if he was going to get noticed.