Shinki Training [Well, someone's decided to show up to training days after an extended absence. Mostly, he just seems to be glad to get some borderline practice in after so long without it, and while he's not really going out of his way to teach, Keith can easily be singled out for any questions. He does look like he knows what he's doing with those lines, after all...!]
Physical Training [Those animated training dummies are practically screaming for use, or at least that's how Keith feels, finding himself being drawn to them in particular. His weapon of choice is one of the practice swords, and he seems to be doing a stellar job of landing blows on the target consistently and avoiding its counterattacks. It's such a natural feeling, fighting like this, it's easy to get caught up in the battle...
Maybe too caught up, as eventually, one of his strikes rips clean through the dummy rather unexpectedly.]
Ah-! [He holds his position steady, as the dummy doesn't really stop its efforts, but the wooden sword sure does keep it from advancing and further.] How do you... turn these things off?
[Because, you know, beating the thing up and causing even more need for repairs seems kind of unnecessary. Heaven should just get better sparring targets, that's all there is to it.]
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[Well, someone's decided to show up to training days after an extended absence. Mostly, he just seems to be glad to get some borderline practice in after so long without it, and while he's not really going out of his way to teach, Keith can easily be singled out for any questions. He does look like he knows what he's doing with those lines, after all...!]
Physical Training
[Those animated training dummies are practically screaming for use, or at least that's how Keith feels, finding himself being drawn to them in particular. His weapon of choice is one of the practice swords, and he seems to be doing a stellar job of landing blows on the target consistently and avoiding its counterattacks. It's such a natural feeling, fighting like this, it's easy to get caught up in the battle...
Maybe too caught up, as eventually, one of his strikes rips clean through the dummy rather unexpectedly.]
Ah-! [He holds his position steady, as the dummy doesn't really stop its efforts, but the wooden sword sure does keep it from advancing and further.] How do you... turn these things off?
[Because, you know, beating the thing up and causing even more need for repairs seems kind of unnecessary.
Heaven should just get better sparring targets, that's all there is to it.]