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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 11:23 pm
DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii Shijo entered the dojo, ready for his training. He set his things down at began to stretch, focusing on the task at hand. Once he was stretched out, he started his work out. He got in push up position and began. "1,2,3,4,5,6..." He had not even broke a sweat by the time he hit fifty. "7,8,9,60,1,..." Sweat beads began to pop up as Shijo past the one hundred mark. "3,4,5,6,7..."5 One fifty went by, and he still was just as strong as before. "4,5,6,7,8,9..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 1:21 pm
Kouzin walked in and headed straight towards the heavy bags, stepping over Shijo as he went. "hey there, Shijo-san" he said before dropping his jacket next to the bag. He rolled his arms around a bit to loosen up before blasting two shots at the heavy bag: one to the upper left and another to the center.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 1:37 pm
Kouzin sat back for a moment before taking the standard Juuken stance. His feet switched, body turned to face the bag. His left arm bent slightly as his palm faced the bag. His right hand was pulled back to his side, fingers close together as his thumb rested closest to his side, palm facing the bag. He lashed out in a series of strikes. Two strikes, four strikes, eight strikes, sixteen strikes, thirty-two strikes, sixty-four strikes, and then finally one hundred and twenty-eight strikes to various places on the bag, never hitting the exact same place twice.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 1:59 pm
Kouzin paused on the last strike, keeping his palm pressed against the punching bag as he panted a bit. "Well....can't say I'm not out of practice....But if I get my stamina up, I should be able to generate more chakra" he muttered, remembering now what they taught him back at the academy. He stood up straight and trotted off towards the weight room and grabbed a pair of twenty pound wrist weights. "Alright...so this time...I'm going for the 361 combo..." he said to himself before trotting back, lining up with the bag for the technique. "Alright..." he muttered before breathing in deeply. He kept breathing for a few seconds before snapping his eyes open and lashing out the sequence. 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256....by the time he got to 260, his arms couldn't keep up with his striking pattern.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:41 pm
DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii DecimusJuilii Shijo entered the dojo, ready for his training. He set his things down at began to stretch, focusing on the task at hand. Once he was stretched out, he started his work out. He got in push up position and began. "1,2,3,4,5,6..." He had not even broke a sweat by the time he hit fifty. "7,8,9,60,1,..." Sweat beads began to pop up as Shijo past the one hundred mark. "3,4,5,6,7..."5 One fifty went by, and he still was just as strong as before. "4,5,6,7,8,9..." "Hey Kouzin." He greeted, but didn't pay much attention after that, he stayed focused on his workout. "8,9,70,1,2..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 7:22 pm
After a few moments rest, Kouzin lifted his arms again, though they were a bit shaky. He stared at them for a few second before tightening his muscles, keeping his arms steady. "Focus...." he said before taking a few slow breaths, remembering the training he recieved from Doku. "Go" he said as he popened his eyes wide, lashing out in formation for the 361 combo. 2 center strikes. 4 in a square pattern around the center. 8 in a circle around that. 16 creating diagonals converging on the center, radiating out a bit outside the circle. 32 creating a webbing throughout the entire body. 64 to fully seal the originals. He focused as he tilted his body a bit, contorting to encircle the bag in a sing step to reach the reverse. 128...two strikes to each back tenketsu. 128 acheived. he thought to himself as he still felt his arms getting progressively weaker. He twisted around again to reach the left side, letting out a rain of ten shots along the body before continuing on the other side. that made 148. He turned back to the front and let out another 64 to the ones he missed the first time. 202.....159 to go. 9 shots to the heart's circulatory system in slightly different places. 150 left. He contorted back to the reverse side again, letting out a flurry of 22 strikes to assorted tenketsu, leaving 128.... Final strrretchhh... he thought....he could hardly move his arms anymore...but he WOULD! He turned as he switched to the front one last time...He got to strike 355 before he finally slowed to the point where you could actually see his strikes. His strikes became progressively slower and slower until strike 350. "THIS IS IT!!!!" he yelled out loud before slamming both palms into the heart of the bag with immense force, hurling the bag right off of it's chain. he stood there, letting both hands fall to the ground...he couldn't even twitch his fingers anymore... He sat down, amazed that he pulled it off...finally...a few more days of this, and he'd be able to do it with ease...he was sure of it. For now, he slumped over to undo the straps of his wrist weights with his feet, as he couldn't move his arms to do so. He let them fall and sighed in relief...Though his arms were still immobilized. He laid back as he stared up at the ceiling. "Beat that, Shijo-san" he called over with a laugh.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 8:24 am
After about twenty minutes rest, he felt like he couldn't go another second without training, but his arms were still too tired to use or striking. He sighed as he figeted a bit, eager to train more than ever before. Something caught his attention...a small object in the corner of the room. He looked hard and noticed a bag of soldier pills on a small bar. He stood and jogged over to them with a watery mouth. "Perfect!" he announced before slowly opening the bag and taking out one of the soldier pills. "Now this should help" he said before popping the capsule, ingesting it as he felt newfound strength throughout his entire body. he lifted his arms high in victory before heading into the center of a small field of punching bags.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 12:26 pm
Kouzin took a few breaths to calm himself, memorizing the locations of the punching bags. "361......361...." he repeated over and over softly. 9 bags...361 strikes...that's 40 each...with one extra to one of them.... He thought to himself, calculating in his head. Now....go! Kouzin began with two strikes, then four, then eight, Etc, switching to a different target with each strike.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 2:04 am
Doku arched a brow, seeing Kouzin here was rare these days. But he was happy to see him none the less, him being here meant he was alive and the Hyuuga clan would live on. Rising to his feet he dusted himself off and walked over to him and cleared his throat. "Good to see you again Kouzin."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:42 pm
Shikatsu ran up to the academy and set Ann down feet first. "did you have fun?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:44 pm
ann smile." yes that was fun." ann than looked around." so this the place."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:47 pm
Shikatsu took his headband off and put it in his pocket and started walking in "let's get going in"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:48 pm
Doku felt the presence of two other chakras other than Shijo's and Kouzin's. "Nice to see you again Kouzin." He waved to him before moving towards the gate of the dojo.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:52 pm
an walked in behind him.she was kinda a little scared of the place.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:55 pm
He stopped and turned his head around to see ann behind him so he walked up next to her and wrapped an arm around her "don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of"
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