[Shun is decidedly not new, but he is one of the most prone to making himself available to train any newcomers who wouldn't know one end of a weapon from the other. Or, in this case, one end of their body, because he's currently doing quite a display of acrobatics between a small cluster of blocks and beams, flipping and leaping between them in smooth, practiced motions.
If anyone comes within a few feet of the area, Shun pauses in his motions, landing neatly and looking whoever it is over. There's something piercing about his gaze, like he's trying to read anything he possibly can out of them with just that.]
Training or watching? [Might as well get that out of the way.]
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[B: Physical Training 2]
[Later in the day, as ever, Shun can be found either beating down a very unfortunate training dummy with his bare hands and very precise, calculated motions, or practicing some sword techniques on another, equally unfortunate target. It's likely obvious to anyone experienced in combat that while he's very familiar and skilled with the hand-to-hand, his swordfighting lacks experience and polish and still skews a bit towards brute force. But he's getting better with each training session - there's no shortage of skilled sword users here to spar with, and he refuses to give up until he becomes capable with it.]
(i.)
[Some people may approach him for training, whether newcomers or experienced themselves. Either way, Shun stops to look them over before giving a pointed glance over to an emptier patch of the dojo.]
If you're here to fight, then let's go. [It doesn't seem to matter to him whether they want to spar with fists or swords - his response is the same.]
(ii.)
[Others might simply end up with the head of a particularly brutalised training dummy flying into the back of their head. Thankfully, it's not heavy enough to do any actual damage, but Shun looks entirely unapologetic as he lowers his fists or his sword, depending.]
Pay more attention. You're in a training area.
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[C: Rest and Refreshments]
[Despite his general intent to do as much work as he's physically capable of without literally keeling over, Shun does have the sense to pause for water breaks on occasion. He is, however, avoiding the main refreshments table, instead wandering a little restlessly throughout the temple gardens, eyes on every person he comes across.
There's some pruned flower stems lying by the sides of some of the plant bushes, most of them some degree of dead or blemished. Shun picks a bundle of them up initially planning to decompose them with his powers so they at least do something productive, but a particularly loud clatter of weapons together makes him hiss quietly and move on. Part of the reason he's out this far is to get some peace and quiet.
Eventually, he settles on the edge of a fountain, half a bottle of water next to him and his eyes still in near-constant motion over his surroundings. His fingers are moving restlessly, but as a result of what he happened by earlier, there's a small bundle of now hale and healthy ranunculus flowers of various colours next to him.
Without paying any apparent attention at all to the flowers, his fingers continue weaving three of them into a flower crown. He does pause in the movements if anyone approaches him, though.]
If you're going to complain about the flowers, they were already cut. [...And all the other already-cut flowers around are dead. Not suspicious at all.]
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[Shun is decidedly not new, but he is one of the most prone to making himself available to train any newcomers who wouldn't know one end of a weapon from the other. Or, in this case, one end of their body, because he's currently doing quite a display of acrobatics between a small cluster of blocks and beams, flipping and leaping between them in smooth, practiced motions.
If anyone comes within a few feet of the area, Shun pauses in his motions, landing neatly and looking whoever it is over. There's something piercing about his gaze, like he's trying to read anything he possibly can out of them with just that.]
Training or watching? [Might as well get that out of the way.]
--
[B: Physical Training 2]
[Later in the day, as ever, Shun can be found either beating down a very unfortunate training dummy with his bare hands and very precise, calculated motions, or practicing some sword techniques on another, equally unfortunate target. It's likely obvious to anyone experienced in combat that while he's very familiar and skilled with the hand-to-hand, his swordfighting lacks experience and polish and still skews a bit towards brute force. But he's getting better with each training session - there's no shortage of skilled sword users here to spar with, and he refuses to give up until he becomes capable with it.]
(i.)
[Some people may approach him for training, whether newcomers or experienced themselves. Either way, Shun stops to look them over before giving a pointed glance over to an emptier patch of the dojo.]
If you're here to fight, then let's go. [It doesn't seem to matter to him whether they want to spar with fists or swords - his response is the same.]
(ii.)
[Others might simply end up with the head of a particularly brutalised training dummy flying into the back of their head. Thankfully, it's not heavy enough to do any actual damage, but Shun looks entirely unapologetic as he lowers his fists or his sword, depending.]
Pay more attention. You're in a training area.
--
[C: Rest and Refreshments]
[Despite his general intent to do as much work as he's physically capable of without literally keeling over, Shun does have the sense to pause for water breaks on occasion. He is, however, avoiding the main refreshments table, instead wandering a little restlessly throughout the temple gardens, eyes on every person he comes across.
There's some pruned flower stems lying by the sides of some of the plant bushes, most of them some degree of dead or blemished. Shun picks a bundle of them up initially planning to decompose them with his powers so they at least do something productive, but a particularly loud clatter of weapons together makes him hiss quietly and move on. Part of the reason he's out this far is to get some peace and quiet.
Eventually, he settles on the edge of a fountain, half a bottle of water next to him and his eyes still in near-constant motion over his surroundings. His fingers are moving restlessly, but as a result of what he happened by earlier, there's a small bundle of now hale and healthy ranunculus flowers of various colours next to him.
Without paying any apparent attention at all to the flowers, his fingers continue weaving three of them into a flower crown. He does pause in the movements if anyone approaches him, though.]
If you're going to complain about the flowers, they were already cut. [...And all the other already-cut flowers around are dead. Not suspicious at all.]