Suzaku is glad for training day, it is another distraction and he is still desperately seeking anything out that will allow him to not having to stop and think.
He's calmed a lot in the last few days, Edge is a good friend and Saber is a better god than he deserves. He's not sure what to think about either of those things and so he is not. Thinking that is. He's doing a lot. Right now he has a sword and is moving fast, form to form not pausing between them.
It's relaxing it's own way though different than actual fighting. He keeps an eye for anyone who looks keen to spar, or anyone who might need some help with borderlines.
Physical Training
He isn't bothered by collecting ribbons but he takes part in all the activities anyways. Climbing, crawling through mud, jumping over stumps. He does it all with a determined air about him. He does make sure to make way for others though, especially those younger or those who seem to be struggling.
He does each course a few times, trying to beat his time on each go.
Seiza is a bit too much stillness than he really needs today but he tries it anyways, figuring out pretty quickly that he already knew it and that he was horrifically out of practice.
He still tries to hold it for the allotted fifteen minutes. He's not even the biggest fan of tea but he sips it when he managed the fifteen minutes.
He looks at the nearest person and forces a smile. "How are you finding it?"
Rest and Refreshments.
He had been drawn into the room and now it seems like it would be rude to walk out. But he is sat at the back watching rather than taking part. Singing isn't really his thing and childrens songs are definitely not his thing.
But he watches, quietly from where he is sat. Not singing, but not scowling either. So it's progress.
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Suzaku is glad for training day, it is another distraction and he is still desperately seeking anything out that will allow him to not having to stop and think.
He's calmed a lot in the last few days, Edge is a good friend and Saber is a better god than he deserves. He's not sure what to think about either of those things and so he is not. Thinking that is. He's doing a lot. Right now he has a sword and is moving fast, form to form not pausing between them.
It's relaxing it's own way though different than actual fighting. He keeps an eye for anyone who looks keen to spar, or anyone who might need some help with borderlines.
Physical Training
He isn't bothered by collecting ribbons but he takes part in all the activities anyways. Climbing, crawling through mud, jumping over stumps. He does it all with a determined air about him. He does make sure to make way for others though, especially those younger or those who seem to be struggling.
He does each course a few times, trying to beat his time on each go.
Seiza is a bit too much stillness than he really needs today but he tries it anyways, figuring out pretty quickly that he already knew it and that he was horrifically out of practice.
He still tries to hold it for the allotted fifteen minutes. He's not even the biggest fan of tea but he sips it when he managed the fifteen minutes.
He looks at the nearest person and forces a smile. "How are you finding it?"
Rest and Refreshments.
He had been drawn into the room and now it seems like it would be rude to walk out. But he is sat at the back watching rather than taking part. Singing isn't really his thing and childrens songs are definitely not his thing.
But he watches, quietly from where he is sat. Not singing, but not scowling either. So it's progress.