Post by Mako Fujita on Jul 11, 2017 23:52:54 GMT -5
The program was simple, a basic idea to support inter-squad relations by bringing squad members that would often be involved together on missions- in this specific case it was a training regime between the second and fifth with the assumption they would be working together as a "combat unit" on missions. There were several groups and a few partners already working together, however, Mako had purposely remained back. Suppressing his energy well beyond what would normally be considered required- the tall, dark young man was practically a ghost. His spiritual pressure suppressed to the point of near non-existence, unsensable to all but the most skilled in the sensory of reiatsu and energy.
In this instance, Mako was waiting for the crowd itself to clear in order to find a more suitable partner than the first stranger that came stumbling up to him. His eyes glinted behind the glasses as they caught the light of the sun, he disliked the outdoors- especially when it was daylight out. However, he understood holding a training regime indoor's every time was practically impossible. Still, the sensation of the sun beaming down on his pale skin, as limited the amount as he was revealing, was unpleasant. A sigh left the man, the black bodysuit underneath the sleeveless shihakushou wasn't helping things, he supposed, but it was better than having more of his skin revealed to the bleak light of the rising sun.
Keeping his senses carefully outstretched, Mako would wait patiently for someone from the fifth division to catch his eye- knowing the squad they'd want someone to perform Hakuda and Zanjutsu with, but the point of this exercise was to specifically help one another train and adjust to fighting individuals that didn't match your preferences. Fifth division was mostly headstrong, strong-willed front fighters that charged in head first heedless of complex tactics. The few that weren't meatheads, tended to do the same thing but quickly analyze the battle as it progressed instead of applying real forethought.
The second division was the exact opposite. Underhanded fighting, strategy, utilizing a combination of kidou and physical combat, targeting weak points, abusing weaknesses, anything in order to win. If he was going to spar with a fifth division member, he wanted it to be someone that at the least, understood they wouldn't be getting a "fair" fight, and were alright with the idea. That way they could both grow from the experience, and there would be no needless, pointless bickering afterward or being hounded for a "fair fight" afterward if they lost. He didn't need such overdramatization in his life.
His eyes flicked from one face to the next carefully, the light of the sun reflecting off his glasses hiding the thick bags found underneath his dead, grey eyes. Similarly, the face mask that covered the lower half of his face with a tight-hugging black cloth, and the lower-swung black hood hid much of his face and head. The combination was quite effective at making his already naturally blank face that much more impossible to read, it was after all his specialty- become as unreadable, and blank as possible while maximizing his own capability to sense the surface emotions, thoughts, and read the body language of those around him.
It had proved to be his strongest weapon, and he had no intention of changing it now. Especially if he was about to enter a bout with a fifth division member, the squad hailed as the "strongest physical combat squad".
Tags: Akihiko Nakamura
Post Words: 581
Total Words: 581
In this instance, Mako was waiting for the crowd itself to clear in order to find a more suitable partner than the first stranger that came stumbling up to him. His eyes glinted behind the glasses as they caught the light of the sun, he disliked the outdoors- especially when it was daylight out. However, he understood holding a training regime indoor's every time was practically impossible. Still, the sensation of the sun beaming down on his pale skin, as limited the amount as he was revealing, was unpleasant. A sigh left the man, the black bodysuit underneath the sleeveless shihakushou wasn't helping things, he supposed, but it was better than having more of his skin revealed to the bleak light of the rising sun.
Keeping his senses carefully outstretched, Mako would wait patiently for someone from the fifth division to catch his eye- knowing the squad they'd want someone to perform Hakuda and Zanjutsu with, but the point of this exercise was to specifically help one another train and adjust to fighting individuals that didn't match your preferences. Fifth division was mostly headstrong, strong-willed front fighters that charged in head first heedless of complex tactics. The few that weren't meatheads, tended to do the same thing but quickly analyze the battle as it progressed instead of applying real forethought.
The second division was the exact opposite. Underhanded fighting, strategy, utilizing a combination of kidou and physical combat, targeting weak points, abusing weaknesses, anything in order to win. If he was going to spar with a fifth division member, he wanted it to be someone that at the least, understood they wouldn't be getting a "fair" fight, and were alright with the idea. That way they could both grow from the experience, and there would be no needless, pointless bickering afterward or being hounded for a "fair fight" afterward if they lost. He didn't need such overdramatization in his life.
His eyes flicked from one face to the next carefully, the light of the sun reflecting off his glasses hiding the thick bags found underneath his dead, grey eyes. Similarly, the face mask that covered the lower half of his face with a tight-hugging black cloth, and the lower-swung black hood hid much of his face and head. The combination was quite effective at making his already naturally blank face that much more impossible to read, it was after all his specialty- become as unreadable, and blank as possible while maximizing his own capability to sense the surface emotions, thoughts, and read the body language of those around him.
It had proved to be his strongest weapon, and he had no intention of changing it now. Especially if he was about to enter a bout with a fifth division member, the squad hailed as the "strongest physical combat squad".
Tags: Akihiko Nakamura
Post Words: 581
Total Words: 581
