Jan 19, 2024 20:41:02 GMT
Post by Exchange on Jan 19, 2024 20:41:02 GMT
The sun was beating down on the training grounds located behind UA, the heat reaching slightly higher temperatures than it had in the last few days. Thankfully there was a cool breeze that would bless any out in the heat every couple moments or so, making the day more bearable. Even if there had not been a breeze out, there was never a good excuse to not be training! At least, that was how Second Year Shinto Takeda had looked at things. While his friends had opted to relax during the hot day, Shinto could not sit still without having felt like it had been earned. Instead of simply lounging in this heat, the man had set up a training regimen for himself to make sure he was keeping himself in his best condition. Among the various training areas, there was one that resembled a large, grassy field. It was in this location that anyone could see the young man pushing himself in training.
Shinto stood at a somewhat towering six feet and two inches tall, with deep, sun-kissed skin that glistened with a thin layer of sweat underneath the sun's unrelenting rays. His toned upper body was fully exposed, only a pair of black gi pants adorned on his form while he moved. His golden blonde hair was tussled a bit, the large man in the middle of throwing himself across the ground to dodge an incoming blow. His opponents for the afternoon seemed to be six, fairly large training bots that seemed to pursue him with much vigor. The settings on the bots must have been turned up, because before Shinto had even fully gotten to his feet, one of the robots was towering over him and bringing both hands down to crush him. The ground let out an audible groan as Shinto would catch both of the hands with some ease, his knees buckling a bit since he couldn't get his stance properly, but stopping the full force of the blow from striking him.
Using the bot's momentum, his arms would throw themselves to one side to deflect the rest of the force from the attack, throwing his body in the other direction as the attack aimed for him had struck the ground instead. Launching himself nearly six feet to the side, his shoulder would drive directly into the body of another robot, toppling it over in the process. Shinto couldn't risk to stop moving, though, pushing off the collapsed bot and throwing himself even further from them; creating a gap of nearly twenty feet between himself and the other five robots... Wait, five? Wasn't there six?
And as that thought crossed his mind, the six bot that had positioned itself behind him, would strike him with one arm and send the man flying across the ground in an almost comical style. Shinto would eventually come to a halt, tumbling across the ground and landing in a cloud of kicked up dirt and grass.
Shinto stood at a somewhat towering six feet and two inches tall, with deep, sun-kissed skin that glistened with a thin layer of sweat underneath the sun's unrelenting rays. His toned upper body was fully exposed, only a pair of black gi pants adorned on his form while he moved. His golden blonde hair was tussled a bit, the large man in the middle of throwing himself across the ground to dodge an incoming blow. His opponents for the afternoon seemed to be six, fairly large training bots that seemed to pursue him with much vigor. The settings on the bots must have been turned up, because before Shinto had even fully gotten to his feet, one of the robots was towering over him and bringing both hands down to crush him. The ground let out an audible groan as Shinto would catch both of the hands with some ease, his knees buckling a bit since he couldn't get his stance properly, but stopping the full force of the blow from striking him.
Using the bot's momentum, his arms would throw themselves to one side to deflect the rest of the force from the attack, throwing his body in the other direction as the attack aimed for him had struck the ground instead. Launching himself nearly six feet to the side, his shoulder would drive directly into the body of another robot, toppling it over in the process. Shinto couldn't risk to stop moving, though, pushing off the collapsed bot and throwing himself even further from them; creating a gap of nearly twenty feet between himself and the other five robots... Wait, five? Wasn't there six?
And as that thought crossed his mind, the six bot that had positioned itself behind him, would strike him with one arm and send the man flying across the ground in an almost comical style. Shinto would eventually come to a halt, tumbling across the ground and landing in a cloud of kicked up dirt and grass.
