Post by Zaru on Feb 10, 2020 11:41:19 GMT -8
Zaru prepared himself as best he could, taking deep breaths as he began to adjust his stance and practice different movements, striking forwards and then fighting an invisible opponent attacking from his side, one to his rear. He was trying to imagine the shadow of the man he'd arranged to fight, moving around in his mind's eye. He was attempting to plan and prepare for him, for his movements. Although he could have watched tapes of other fights the man might have had at other tournaments, and that would have definitely taught him a few things, he understood something much more. Cade knew of, and had explained, the philosophy of his martial art, its objective. When he'd arrived at the islands, he had listened carefully to what the man had said, even if the accent made it almost unbearable. Respect for him as a martial artist or not, Zaru did have some frustrations to work out by punching the guy in the mouth as soon as possible.
He stood at the spot where he'd often trained as a kid, with the old lady. It was on Melon Island, though decently far enough away from where the rest of the family lived. This island, not being that big, was almost exclusively populated with his relatives, and he was trying to avoid introducing himself and mingling for a while. It had been five years since he last spoke to any of them here, when he'd went up to the Southlands for Chasnu's funeral. He never really came back - the Great Plains and the desert, with their chaos and excitement, with all the bandits and warlords he could test himself against, were far too much of a temptation. It was going to be an awkward homecoming, so he was hoping to just put it off as soon as possible; at the least, he'd enjoy the nostalgia of this spot while he could.
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