[ Closed ] And I'm not breaking down, I'm breaking out...
Who: Itachi Uchiha (uchihaweasel) and Kaien Shiba (heartbetween)
When: Tuesday evening.
Where: The Dojo.
Format: Paragraph, past tense.
What: Blowing off steam with a little fisticuffs! :D
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Between the conspicuous way people had been behaving recently, disagreements with Naruto and Sakura, and changing his place of residence, the last few days had been more than a little overwhelming for Itachi. What he needed now was a way to wipe his mind clean, a place where he could have a few moments to simply be without all of the usual day-to-day hassle. The only place that he knew of that offered him exactly what he was looking for was the training centre.
Tonight was not one of his scheduled nights to be at the dojo, but given how quiet the place was, Itachi didn't think that anyone would mind. It was the quiet that he liked the most, and even though the atmosphere was still pumping with the adrenaline that usually filled the fighters who trained there, Itachi felt calm within those walls, concentrated. Although he was a pacifist at heart, he had still been raised a shinobi, a man defined by what he could and could not do... a man who felt most at home when surrounded by that which defined him, gave him right and reason... gave him purpose.
The halls were empty now. Itachi removed his cloak-jet black and without the Akatsuki cloud emblem people from home were used to seeing him sport-and he hung it up on one of the many hooks provided for visitors. His ninja sandals were next, slipped off and neatly lined up against the wall, toes pointed out. Only then did he proceed toward the middle of the mats and begin his warm up, a series of liquid movements intended to help ground the fighter, and assist them in finding their center.
It was this kind of training, in fact, that he needed the most, though. The meditative state that overcame him and possessed him. The way that everything became so clear to him when he was going through the motions.
Even despite his trance-like state, however, he was very aware of the other person that was just arriving...
When: Tuesday evening.
Where: The Dojo.
Format: Paragraph, past tense.
What: Blowing off steam with a little fisticuffs! :D
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Between the conspicuous way people had been behaving recently, disagreements with Naruto and Sakura, and changing his place of residence, the last few days had been more than a little overwhelming for Itachi. What he needed now was a way to wipe his mind clean, a place where he could have a few moments to simply be without all of the usual day-to-day hassle. The only place that he knew of that offered him exactly what he was looking for was the training centre.
Tonight was not one of his scheduled nights to be at the dojo, but given how quiet the place was, Itachi didn't think that anyone would mind. It was the quiet that he liked the most, and even though the atmosphere was still pumping with the adrenaline that usually filled the fighters who trained there, Itachi felt calm within those walls, concentrated. Although he was a pacifist at heart, he had still been raised a shinobi, a man defined by what he could and could not do... a man who felt most at home when surrounded by that which defined him, gave him right and reason... gave him purpose.
The halls were empty now. Itachi removed his cloak-jet black and without the Akatsuki cloud emblem people from home were used to seeing him sport-and he hung it up on one of the many hooks provided for visitors. His ninja sandals were next, slipped off and neatly lined up against the wall, toes pointed out. Only then did he proceed toward the middle of the mats and begin his warm up, a series of liquid movements intended to help ground the fighter, and assist them in finding their center.
It was this kind of training, in fact, that he needed the most, though. The meditative state that overcame him and possessed him. The way that everything became so clear to him when he was going through the motions.
Even despite his trance-like state, however, he was very aware of the other person that was just arriving...