Stance, step, defend, retaliate. Wash, rinse. Repeat. [OPEN LOG]
Who: Ukitake Jushiro ocean_lightning aaand anybody else that wants to tag in!
What: Another one of those unassuming open training / fight logs. Oh yes. 8)
When: Today, in the morning
Where: The dojo, where all the cool kids fight~
Warnings: Well, there's. Likely chance of mild violence. Bloodshed much less likely, but meh, you never know >.>
Ukitake couldn't deny that today he felt...good. Maybe it was just the luxurious stretch after a long sleep, but this was truly the best he'd felt in weeks. The thirteenth Captain still found himself a bit surprised about that; he really had recovered from that bad spell a good deal sooner than he'd expected.
The renewed sense of wellbeing had brought about a passive sort of energy, and Ukitake had decided to vent out a bit of it in the ship's dojo. Thus far he'd been content enough just going through zanjutsu techniques and perhaps a few of his rustier hakuda forms, after borrowing a nicely-sized bokuto from the varieties of weapons hung on the wall to one side.
He knew all the basics by heart and more, and it was always good to start out easy; his movements carried a firm, well-rehearsed sort of air that suggested countless years of experience. Now he batted aside invisible enemies with precise slashes and uppercuts. Rise through the throat, scarf cut from shoulder to hip through the heart, right-side strike, lower thrust, stance switch, block. Split-second pause. Take bearings. Reorient stance accordingly. Repeat...