Letting off steam - training

Itami was in one of his moods again. Fighting with his unreasonable father always got him to behave differently. He was aware of his very conflicting personality and of the childish, mocking part of him that usually stayed below the surface. Showing a calm face all the time took it’s toll though. And today, Itami exploded.
His father wasn’t a particularly good man. Sure he was respected, took care of the house and the bills, always made sure Itami had money or food, but he was emotionally distant and quite an arrogant and cruel man. Itami didn’t even want to think of the fight anymore but the thoughts just kept coming back. He wondered what his life would be, if his mother hadn’t left.
Arriving at the training grounds, Itami burst through the wooden gates and without even seeing where he was going, headed to the right. He had no control over his emotions, whatsoever and he didn’t even notice that the training grounds were practically empty due to the storm clouds heading this way.
Itami looked at the wooden dummy angrily and pulled out his senbon. In swift and quick motions, he hurled them at the dummy, hitting all the parts where the vital organs should be. Not feeling any better he grabbed for his weapon holder and pulled out the kunais, this time choosing a target more distant. Twirling to make the task harder and to lose focuse of the dummy, he threw five of them and then jumped up, adding two more.
He landed softly, the dry dirt on the ground making a tiny smoke cloud at the impact. He held the last kunai in his hand, slowly approaching the third dummy that was closest to him. With anger added strength Itami slashed at it, head on, from certain angles and moving around and behind it. He continued with this until his arm hurt so much he couldn’t move it without wincing. Hate and anger alaways made him work super hard, because he was trying to calm down. It didn’t usually work though. What it did however, was drain his energy. Subconsciously, he was hoping for just that, but consciously all he cared about was beating the wooden dummy into a pulp as if it was the reason for his anger.
Getting kind of tired but still not on the point of exhaustion, Itami threw the kunai to the floor and started practicing kicks, to give his arms some rest. When he was done with that exercise, he stood there, in the middle of the training grounds, panting loudly as sweat beads dripped from his forehead. He licked his dry lips and took off his jacket. Slowly heading towards the dummy number one, he tied it around his waist. He pulled the senbon out of the dummy and put them into his weapon pouch. He picked up the kunai off the floor and went to retrieve the rest of them, stuck in the second dummy. When he was done, he headed out of the training grounds, his anger less sharp due to the tiredness he felt.
He forced himself to fall into a jogg. He ran fast, his feet silently touching the ground in a way he practiced when he was younger. Stealth was one of his assets. Reaching his house, he unlocked the door quietly, sneaking upstears, and hoping his dad was nowhere in sight. Realizing his dad went out, probably to do some evening work, Itami relaxed a bit, rolling his aching shoulders. He undressed, while walking, throwing the sweaty clothes into the dirty laundry basket. He showered quickly and put on his pajamas. When he entered his bedroom, he fell onto the bed and fell asleep immediately, his mind clear of any thoughts and concerns. The training has done its job.

[TWC: 635, +6 JP, + 1 speed, +1 stamina, +1 strength]

Approved for listed stats & JP.