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- Sanji SanadaCitizen
- Ryo : 13060
Sanji was up just before daybreak, a single light on the nightstand beside his bed illuminating the room. He slipped on that form-fitting mesh shirt over his uncommonly virile chest, then the olive-green pants before taking the red sash off a nearby chair. He tied the sash around his waist with his forehead protector ironically positioned on that garment, leaving the protector over his right hip. Sitting in that same chair he slipped on some socks and then placed upon each foot a rather heavy-looking boot. It wasn't that he hated wearing the sandals so common among ninja, he just felt more comfortable with these boots, a hand-me-down from his father, which Sanji himself had requested, not only because he wanted something of his father's, but it was something to save money as well, rather than fritter away funds on shoes he didn't need. They looked worn but still structurally sound, and given how heavy they were, they added a little weight to his legs for added training usage, and provided a rather hard weapon with which to add damage to his kicks.
After securing his pouch to the sash, he opened it up and threw a few more kunai in there since he planned on doing some target practice later. Closing the pack back up he stood and walked out of his room, and then out of the house. The sun was just peeking over the nearby mountain as he started his trek to the training grounds. Walking just didn't suit him, and a good run would provide a preliminary warmup, so without warning he took off, sprinting with impressive speed to the training grounds. Luckily the hour was still quite early, so there were very few people on the streets, mostly other ninja all going to do their own thing at the training ground, some even departing on missions. He forged ahead with determination, heavy boots impacting the hardened dirt path beneath his feet. It was also enough to simply get up this early, because ninjas don't always have a regularly alotted sleep schedule either, they needed to be ready for action at a moment's notice. It wasn't uncommon for rival villages or criminal organizations to attack under the cover of darkness, and one has no time to wipe the sleep from their eyes when there is a knife at their throat.
Stepping onto training ground 11, the one he favored for no particular reason other than it was the one he always used, he hit the deck and began stretching. First his legs, he stretched them in various positions to limber up his muscles a little more than what that brief run had done, before he reached over to a nearby dummy and grabbed the pole it was tied to, then moving the other way to stretch his chest. He repeated this with the other side before doing the same with his biceps, a similar position used but the wrist was isolated differently so those enlarged biceps - rather large for a 12 year old, were stretched as well. He went through the paces with other parts of his body before doing a kip-up and standing under a low-hanging branch. Bare hands, rough from training, grasped the bark and then he took a wide stance with his legs, providing resistance for himself with his arms while he did a number of squats. 500, to be exact.
He then hit the deck once again and proceeded to do the same number of pushups as he had done in squats. The cool morning air did little to stave off his sweating, as beads ran down his face and body in places. A good sweat is a sign of a proper warmup, and he was a veteran of that even at his young age. When he was satisfied he stood up before a dummy and took his stance, a wide posture with his legs oriented diagonally in respect to the target dummy, with his left foot forward. His left hand was positioned out in front of him, his elbow bent and relaxed, and his hand relaxed as well. The right hand was poised into a fist that he chambered at his right hip just above his forehead protector. Once he was ready the barks and yells began. First he lifted that front leg for an abdominal kick on the dummy, thrusting his foot forward with well-trained quads forcing the strike forward just after the hip levied the position needed for the strike. The wood beneath let out a dull thud from the hit before his left foot descended right back downward. No sooner than he'd regained his stance, he pushed off of his back foot and thrust a quick jab at the head portion of the dummy. Quick and ill-prepared as the jab was, it still made an audible thud on the dummy before he withdrew his left hand. This was the precursor for a rain of blows.
He jabbed the dummy again with his left hand, then brought his right around for a brutal hook to what would equate to be the dummy's ribs. He quickly followed his right hand's strike with a knee shot in the same exact spot with his right knee, as his right leg was his back leg in his stance, he had plenty of space to turn his hips and get considerable force behind the knee strike. The 3 hit combo he loved was just that - a right hook to the ribs, followed by the right knee in the same spot, and then next came his left knee. His right foot meeting the dirt was the signal as he simultaneously crouched along with the act of bringing his right foot back down to earth, and then those powerful legs unloaded, sending Sanji's body upward in a sudden leap. He brought his left knee up under what would be the dummy's chin, striking powerfully enough to make the dummy's head violently snap backward. His jump was plenty powerful enough that it carried him over the dummy in a somewhat lazy flip. At the same time Kanji produced 2 kunai from his pouch, the rings held between the fingers of his right hand. Still in mid-air, his right arm slung forward from its position at his hip, releasing both kunai in a powerful double toss. The first one hit the small of the dummy's back, the other landed not even half a second later, at the point where the spine becomes the neck. It was a precision toss, and he knew from looking at medical diagrams that his father had, that kunai at those points, if not lethal, would render an opponent unable to fight anymore. It was target practice that he felt was very important to know, because he may have to use it against an enemy someday.
Sanji walked back to the dummy he'd just wailed on and 'killed' with 2 kunai, and dislodged the kunai from the wood to which the dummy was attached, placing them back in his pouch. He then proceeded to engage in another flurry of blows on the dummy, before he lept backwards this time. He quickly wrested 6 kunai from his pouch and held them between the fingers of both hands as he had before. In his mind the scenario played out that two of his opponent's comrades had come to lend a hand with the fight against him, and he quickly backed off so he didn't get swarmed, but also made it so that this passive move still carried some danger for those in front of him. He threw the 6 kunai, right hand swinging forward, then left. He ideally intended for all 6 to hit the targets, 2 in each. But his toss wasn't quite on the mark, and two of them collided with one another. The good news was he got at least 1 kunai in each dummy's chest, 2 kunai having hit the far left one's chest, at the positions where both lungs would be pierced. The others got 1 sternum shot each for their troubles, the kunai sticking out of the dummies.
Sanji sighed and went to grab first the kunai in the dummies, then the two that harmlessly ended up in the grass at the foot of the nearby tree. He practiced that same 3 opponent scenario again and again, sunlight soon flooding the training ground. After literally 20 attempts he finally got the proper kunai toss he wanted on all three opponents. Still, Sanji grumbled, dissatisfied." That's not good enough, not nearly." he thought. So he punished himself with a run around the village, a full sprint at that. It was good, though, such punishment was good for building stamina. When he was done with his 'misery' lap he returned to the training ground, and was at it again like he never left.
It was happening again, after each and every failed attempt to 'kill' all three dummies decisely in one flurry of kunai, he only wanted to do it more. After literally an hour of non-stop attempts he stood there panting, again all 3 dummies bore 2 kunai in each of their chests. He had shown definite improvement but until he could do it flawlessly every time he wouldn't call this training complete. The oversized genin straightened his back and stood up, walking over to the dummies one last time. With a wipe of his brow he took the kunai from the dummies for the final time, put them back in his pouch, and proceeded to sprint all the way back home. However, a distraction kept him from going home to eat, instead stopping in at Ichiraku Ramen. After lunch it would be back to business as usual, hopefully with a training partner this time.
( Might as well file this under strength/stamina. Word count: 1619 )
After securing his pouch to the sash, he opened it up and threw a few more kunai in there since he planned on doing some target practice later. Closing the pack back up he stood and walked out of his room, and then out of the house. The sun was just peeking over the nearby mountain as he started his trek to the training grounds. Walking just didn't suit him, and a good run would provide a preliminary warmup, so without warning he took off, sprinting with impressive speed to the training grounds. Luckily the hour was still quite early, so there were very few people on the streets, mostly other ninja all going to do their own thing at the training ground, some even departing on missions. He forged ahead with determination, heavy boots impacting the hardened dirt path beneath his feet. It was also enough to simply get up this early, because ninjas don't always have a regularly alotted sleep schedule either, they needed to be ready for action at a moment's notice. It wasn't uncommon for rival villages or criminal organizations to attack under the cover of darkness, and one has no time to wipe the sleep from their eyes when there is a knife at their throat.
Stepping onto training ground 11, the one he favored for no particular reason other than it was the one he always used, he hit the deck and began stretching. First his legs, he stretched them in various positions to limber up his muscles a little more than what that brief run had done, before he reached over to a nearby dummy and grabbed the pole it was tied to, then moving the other way to stretch his chest. He repeated this with the other side before doing the same with his biceps, a similar position used but the wrist was isolated differently so those enlarged biceps - rather large for a 12 year old, were stretched as well. He went through the paces with other parts of his body before doing a kip-up and standing under a low-hanging branch. Bare hands, rough from training, grasped the bark and then he took a wide stance with his legs, providing resistance for himself with his arms while he did a number of squats. 500, to be exact.
He then hit the deck once again and proceeded to do the same number of pushups as he had done in squats. The cool morning air did little to stave off his sweating, as beads ran down his face and body in places. A good sweat is a sign of a proper warmup, and he was a veteran of that even at his young age. When he was satisfied he stood up before a dummy and took his stance, a wide posture with his legs oriented diagonally in respect to the target dummy, with his left foot forward. His left hand was positioned out in front of him, his elbow bent and relaxed, and his hand relaxed as well. The right hand was poised into a fist that he chambered at his right hip just above his forehead protector. Once he was ready the barks and yells began. First he lifted that front leg for an abdominal kick on the dummy, thrusting his foot forward with well-trained quads forcing the strike forward just after the hip levied the position needed for the strike. The wood beneath let out a dull thud from the hit before his left foot descended right back downward. No sooner than he'd regained his stance, he pushed off of his back foot and thrust a quick jab at the head portion of the dummy. Quick and ill-prepared as the jab was, it still made an audible thud on the dummy before he withdrew his left hand. This was the precursor for a rain of blows.
He jabbed the dummy again with his left hand, then brought his right around for a brutal hook to what would equate to be the dummy's ribs. He quickly followed his right hand's strike with a knee shot in the same exact spot with his right knee, as his right leg was his back leg in his stance, he had plenty of space to turn his hips and get considerable force behind the knee strike. The 3 hit combo he loved was just that - a right hook to the ribs, followed by the right knee in the same spot, and then next came his left knee. His right foot meeting the dirt was the signal as he simultaneously crouched along with the act of bringing his right foot back down to earth, and then those powerful legs unloaded, sending Sanji's body upward in a sudden leap. He brought his left knee up under what would be the dummy's chin, striking powerfully enough to make the dummy's head violently snap backward. His jump was plenty powerful enough that it carried him over the dummy in a somewhat lazy flip. At the same time Kanji produced 2 kunai from his pouch, the rings held between the fingers of his right hand. Still in mid-air, his right arm slung forward from its position at his hip, releasing both kunai in a powerful double toss. The first one hit the small of the dummy's back, the other landed not even half a second later, at the point where the spine becomes the neck. It was a precision toss, and he knew from looking at medical diagrams that his father had, that kunai at those points, if not lethal, would render an opponent unable to fight anymore. It was target practice that he felt was very important to know, because he may have to use it against an enemy someday.
Sanji walked back to the dummy he'd just wailed on and 'killed' with 2 kunai, and dislodged the kunai from the wood to which the dummy was attached, placing them back in his pouch. He then proceeded to engage in another flurry of blows on the dummy, before he lept backwards this time. He quickly wrested 6 kunai from his pouch and held them between the fingers of both hands as he had before. In his mind the scenario played out that two of his opponent's comrades had come to lend a hand with the fight against him, and he quickly backed off so he didn't get swarmed, but also made it so that this passive move still carried some danger for those in front of him. He threw the 6 kunai, right hand swinging forward, then left. He ideally intended for all 6 to hit the targets, 2 in each. But his toss wasn't quite on the mark, and two of them collided with one another. The good news was he got at least 1 kunai in each dummy's chest, 2 kunai having hit the far left one's chest, at the positions where both lungs would be pierced. The others got 1 sternum shot each for their troubles, the kunai sticking out of the dummies.
Sanji sighed and went to grab first the kunai in the dummies, then the two that harmlessly ended up in the grass at the foot of the nearby tree. He practiced that same 3 opponent scenario again and again, sunlight soon flooding the training ground. After literally 20 attempts he finally got the proper kunai toss he wanted on all three opponents. Still, Sanji grumbled, dissatisfied." That's not good enough, not nearly." he thought. So he punished himself with a run around the village, a full sprint at that. It was good, though, such punishment was good for building stamina. When he was done with his 'misery' lap he returned to the training ground, and was at it again like he never left.
It was happening again, after each and every failed attempt to 'kill' all three dummies decisely in one flurry of kunai, he only wanted to do it more. After literally an hour of non-stop attempts he stood there panting, again all 3 dummies bore 2 kunai in each of their chests. He had shown definite improvement but until he could do it flawlessly every time he wouldn't call this training complete. The oversized genin straightened his back and stood up, walking over to the dummies one last time. With a wipe of his brow he took the kunai from the dummies for the final time, put them back in his pouch, and proceeded to sprint all the way back home. However, a distraction kept him from going home to eat, instead stopping in at Ichiraku Ramen. After lunch it would be back to business as usual, hopefully with a training partner this time.
( Might as well file this under strength/stamina. Word count: 1619 )
Last edited by Sanji Sanada on Wed Oct 31, 2012 10:54 am; edited 3 times in total (Reason for editing : Added a little to make it a round word count.)
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