It was a paltry thing, the goings on of the academy. At least as far Ryuto had observed. Transitioning to his instructors methods from those of his father had been a weird affair. The initial fear associated with the suspected harshness of the coming training was quickly alleviated however. Ryuto found himself subjected to, in his opinion, rather light exercises. Now this was by no means an admission of superiority over his classmates by any means, just a note his psyche was more than prepared for the basics offered there. Presently Ryuto found himself experiencing a tinge of downtime in his life. Classes were a bit more lax and sparse with most being away at the tournament.
The sky was the color of rust. Sand on the winds wafted by in sudden spurts. Ryuto leaned against the academy's outer wall, arms crossed and eyes shut tightly. To the average passerby Ryuto would no doubt appear as a soul lost in thought. That, however, was most certainly not the case. In fact as he had exited the academy halls earlier a rogue wind had kicked up, blowing sand into both the young boy's eyes. His tense demeanor a product of trying to fight through the irritation.
"Sonuva!" Ryuto silently cursed as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I...can not...believe this." The situation irking him far more than the slight pain he felt.
A slight fit and a few wiped tears later, Ryuto had made his way to the training yard of the academy. While not an overly zealous student. The young boy had decided it more productive to at least attempt to train than simply lounge about the school alone. Training dummies lined the far end of the yard. Ryuto cast a glare upon his makeshift foes. Feet set, hands raised, he readied himself. His gait closed the gap in three strides. Lunging forward he spun, letting his leg fly in to the midsection of the closest dummy. Landing, turning, fist cocked. Ryuto's second attack was a fist to the face. Finished with a dropping leg-sweep. Nothing special to those more experienced, but a feat most precious to Ryuto.
"Y-...yeah..." Ryuto wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a few bated breaths. "Now, what should I try next?"