Ridiculously Generic Training Post
CHESTO!
[It had to happen at least once. The sound of Sanger's voice dominates the air in the gym, because to practice silently would hardly be fit to be called practice at all. The last of his twentienth bamboo stick falls neatly apart and falls to the mat. Lucky the ship is stocked for this kind of thing.
Sanger steps off to cool down and meticulously polish his sword. Normal steel wore down if not carefully kept; one of these days he'd have to get a katana made of Super Alloy Z like a sensible person.]
[It had to happen at least once. The sound of Sanger's voice dominates the air in the gym, because to practice silently would hardly be fit to be called practice at all. The last of his twentienth bamboo stick falls neatly apart and falls to the mat. Lucky the ship is stocked for this kind of thing.
Sanger steps off to cool down and meticulously polish his sword. Normal steel wore down if not carefully kept; one of these days he'd have to get a katana made of Super Alloy Z like a sensible person.]