Training Day [Open]

[demonicgene]

Kazuya had explored all he cared to of the ship. He didn't buy the story about mass destruction of worlds. Nor did he appreciate Stacy's maternal feelings. He had fallen into a state of boredom and decided it best not to agitate some of the people he pegged as being strong or powerful at the meeting in the med bay just yet

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[thirdeyesighted]

The City wasn't that much different from the Underground City, in some regards. It looked old, was inside a great cavern, and wasn't particularly inviting. This city was a lot less noisy and a lot more abandoned, though.

And yet, here was a somewhat familiar sight. The city she knew was always full of fighting, whether it be for practice, for fun, for settling arguments, or for drinking games. In an open plaza, Satori came across a human practicing kata. The movements where powerful, efficient, and much more graceful than the midnless brawling of Oni.

Satori floated to a rest atop a building at the edge of the clearing, watching the display quietly. The simple, practiced movements, combined with the near-emptiness of his meditative mind, were relaxing to watch.

[demonicgene]

Though Kazuya didn't have much, if anything, on his mind during his katas, he always seemed to have a sense of heightened awareness. He paused for a moment, glancing over to the side, barely even moving his head as he did.

"...Can I help you?" he said, resuming his kata. The style was similar to karate, but was definitely much different, more circular in many regards, utilizing kicks that were capable of striking opponents on any side in one sweeping motion. The punches were swift, powerful, and staccato-ed, leaving little to no opening in his stance.

[thirdeyesighted]

"Not particularly, I suppose." Satori was reasonably familiar with martial arts in an academic sense, but it was certainly all beyond her physically. So, spectating was plenty for her. "You fight rather well."

[demonicgene]

He finished the Kata and returned to a neutral stance before starting another. "For nearly twenty years, it was all I had. I would hope I perfected my craft."