Ryuichi had decided to visit his father for the first time in over a year, wearing casual clothes involving a hoodie, and normal blue jeans that went to above his ankle. His hair was uncombed, and messy since he had little hope in his dad even caring.
He walked past the apartments looking out to the streets of cronopolis from the balcony above. This home was in the worst part of kumo, but as a child he was grateful that he had the illusion of safety by being high up, seemingly away from crime.
Of course now he knew that was a false feeling of security, yet that was most likely for the best. Living in fear can take a toll on an aging mind.
After bringing himself out of his own thoughts, Ryuichi found himself at his old apartment door. With a sigh, and a knock the young man had guessed his dad was out fishing again. Figures. Not like he'd care to see him anyways.
Not wanting to dwell on the fact he probably wouldn't be seeing his dad again for a while, he decided to check up on the roof of the complex, where he used to train physically after his injuries.
With a backflip off of the balcony, Ryuichi 'landed' on another building several yards away, utilizing chakra in his soles to stay on before jumping off hard, reaching the apartment roof.
Sure enough none of his stuff had been cleared. Before him stood a busted punching bag, a rotten chair that was found in the dump years ago, and a dirty gym mat, generally used to normal kids in physical classes so they stay healthy.
Reminiscing on his past days training here, Ryuichi took off his hoodie, leaving it on the concrete surface at his feet. He wore a very plain white t-shirt that was worn in to a certain degree with a loose collar, and a small hole on his right sleeve. This was one of his training t-shirts for sure.
He would start with a warm up, doing one handed pushups. Thirty reps with each arm. Doing this gave him a sheen of sweat on his forehead since there was no shade from the sun on the roof, and there were relatively less clouds this day.
Eventually Ryuichi got to do basic exercises with each part of his body, using his knowledge of earth style to make a chakra-reinforced concrete pull up bar for one-legged bar sit ups. This gave him several painful scrapes on his leg, yet he didn't seem to care.
Countless hours went by of him pushing himself up there, using every bit of his mangy old equipment one last time as a send off.
By the time he was done the gym mat had hand and foot prints slammed into it, and it was nearly flat while his already busted punching bag was empty, and the beads inside were spread all over the place. With a grin Ryuichi picked up his hoodie, shaking out a few of those annoying beads that had flown from across the roof, and jumped from building top to building top towards the place he now calls home. A place where he can actually mean something, and the training doesn't leave as much of a mess.
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He walked past the apartments looking out to the streets of cronopolis from the balcony above. This home was in the worst part of kumo, but as a child he was grateful that he had the illusion of safety by being high up, seemingly away from crime.
Of course now he knew that was a false feeling of security, yet that was most likely for the best. Living in fear can take a toll on an aging mind.
After bringing himself out of his own thoughts, Ryuichi found himself at his old apartment door. With a sigh, and a knock the young man had guessed his dad was out fishing again. Figures. Not like he'd care to see him anyways.
Not wanting to dwell on the fact he probably wouldn't be seeing his dad again for a while, he decided to check up on the roof of the complex, where he used to train physically after his injuries.
With a backflip off of the balcony, Ryuichi 'landed' on another building several yards away, utilizing chakra in his soles to stay on before jumping off hard, reaching the apartment roof.
Sure enough none of his stuff had been cleared. Before him stood a busted punching bag, a rotten chair that was found in the dump years ago, and a dirty gym mat, generally used to normal kids in physical classes so they stay healthy.
Reminiscing on his past days training here, Ryuichi took off his hoodie, leaving it on the concrete surface at his feet. He wore a very plain white t-shirt that was worn in to a certain degree with a loose collar, and a small hole on his right sleeve. This was one of his training t-shirts for sure.
He would start with a warm up, doing one handed pushups. Thirty reps with each arm. Doing this gave him a sheen of sweat on his forehead since there was no shade from the sun on the roof, and there were relatively less clouds this day.
Eventually Ryuichi got to do basic exercises with each part of his body, using his knowledge of earth style to make a chakra-reinforced concrete pull up bar for one-legged bar sit ups. This gave him several painful scrapes on his leg, yet he didn't seem to care.
Countless hours went by of him pushing himself up there, using every bit of his mangy old equipment one last time as a send off.
By the time he was done the gym mat had hand and foot prints slammed into it, and it was nearly flat while his already busted punching bag was empty, and the beads inside were spread all over the place. With a grin Ryuichi picked up his hoodie, shaking out a few of those annoying beads that had flown from across the roof, and jumped from building top to building top towards the place he now calls home. A place where he can actually mean something, and the training doesn't leave as much of a mess.
[Topic entered, then left. This is just for training this week if I'm being entirely honest.]