sharkfish1e
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2009
- Location
- U.K.
Seijuro been had been training in the mountains alone, he didn't like any company beside him probably because they get in the way of his training and him. With a wooden bamboo stick he struck the wooden dummy over and over again. Accurately aiming for the vital spots the head, neck, and chest. Being 6 ft tall his shadow dwarfed the three wooden dummies. The noise that came from hitting the dummies was rough and explosive. Each hit was louder, he could see that the once fat wooden dummies were now near paper thin. Droplets of sweat flowed from his face, showing a body of equal tone and muscle. He stopped striking now, taking a little rest. He wiped away his sweat with his arm.
Seijuro looked around with his dark brown eyes, he saw that all the may need some new wooden dummies after his next training session. Dressed in a black and white striped hakama, with an breast plate safely attached to his torso. Holding a training bamboo sword in one hand. While he had two katanas on his sash. While he waited to recuperate he looked at his bamboo sword. "Looks like this needs replacing to ehh." As he talked to himself, he was finding a bit annoying to replace most of his training gear for each training session, his striking power now had a disadvantage.
Seijuro looked around with his dark brown eyes, he saw that all the may need some new wooden dummies after his next training session. Dressed in a black and white striped hakama, with an breast plate safely attached to his torso. Holding a training bamboo sword in one hand. While he had two katanas on his sash. While he waited to recuperate he looked at his bamboo sword. "Looks like this needs replacing to ehh." As he talked to himself, he was finding a bit annoying to replace most of his training gear for each training session, his striking power now had a disadvantage.