Grant often found himself at the park, either when he was walking around during his day or on patrol as the Dark Mirror Senshi of Kindness. It was a fixed staple in his day to day life, which was why he was choosing it as a location fitting for his efforts to strengthen himself. After all, if he was here all the time anyway, and familiar with the lay out, then he could use that to his advantage.

Probably?

In truth, he was not very sure what he could do to help in his training. He was working hard to be stronger, yet all that hard work was not turning into actual results. Not that he saw that, perfectly content to linger in the simple idea that all anyone could ask of him was his very best effort, and that was always what he gave.

Still, he saw some of his weaknesses. He needed to strengthen his body, but he was also considering how to improve his foot speed. He had been to the park before, at night, and tried out some moves on the jungle gym in one side of the large park, which had a few play structures as far as he knew. The largest one was his favorite, because he could climb and jump, duck and run and nothing felt too similar. He could do enough to stay on his toes and not fall into too much of a routine. He was not learning how to dance, after all.

He was trying to teach himself how to be more effective in battle. Dodging, running: these were things a pacifist would need to know how to do. He needed to keep himself safe so he could help others when the time came for it. He would be no use to his partners if he was taken out before he could even use his magic to help them. His role, as he saw it, was to stay safe enough to be useful, but not be so weak that he could not offer physical help when they needed it. Or defend himself when he was caught alone.

Tonight, he was leaping from the top of the play set onto the climbing bars below. He was hoping to catch one of the bars, swing on it, and jump away clean of the whole set. It would take accuracy and some speed to bring his body up where it needed to be and not bang his extremities on anything on the way through.

He took a breath and leapt, reaching out for the closest bar. He slipped between two and managed to catch onto the one in front of him, as he was aiming, and swung his legs in an effort to coil them up to his body. The jungle gym was oval shaped, made of crossing bars that kids could climb through and nestled in the safety of soft sand. At least it was not bark, like when he was a kid. That stuff always scuffed him up. He was aiming to tuck his legs up and slip through the side of the bars, and escape the dome completely.

What happened instead was him slamming into the bars and hitting the sand in a daze. Maybe that was enough training for one night.

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