[Old habits die hard, and the current circumstances are no excuse to slack in one's skills. A blade only stays honed if it is properly sharpened, after all, and Ayato prefers to remain battle-ready at every possible turn.
The woods are still in the early stages of predawn when he quietly exits Scorpio Cabin, his steps a velvet tread so as to not disturb any of his sleeping bunkmates. He makes his way to the empty field, scoping the area out and nodding to himself absentmindedly; it had seemed large enough upon entry, and this close it's easy to determine that he should have more than enough room.
He launches into a well practiced calisthenics routine first and foremost, warming his muscles up to be more receptive to the later training to follow soon enough. Once he's sure he's properly stretched, he summons his sword forth to materialize within his grip.
Just the basics of swordplay today. It's never a good idea to become reliant on one's Vision, as having it stolen from your grasp is always a possibility. Eyes half closed in concentration, he begins his kendo drills. His footwork is well practiced, each swing of his sword graceful, and his posture is - as expected - immaculate as always.]
II. Mess Hall (open!)
[Later in the day, after the sun has properly risen and he's had the time to take a brisk shower to cool off from his morning workout, Ayato can be found seated within the mess hall. He seems to have raided the arts and crafts building on his way over; a stack of unlined paper, an inkwell, and a calligraphy brush having joined him at his table in addition to his breakfast. He's opted for a more western meal this day, as it is in his nature to try new things whenever possible. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits slathered in gravy... Occasionally he breaks to take a bite of one or all of the above, take a sip from his cup of tea, or simply give his hand a much needed break.
Looking over his shoulder, one will notice his penmanship is neat and well practiced, jotting down characters that are stylistically similar to Japanese hiragana, though are by no means a perfect one-to-one recreation. Those well versed in Inazuman script, however, will note that he appears to be transcribing poetry from memory.
A world of dew, And within every dewdrop A world of struggle.]
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[Old habits die hard, and the current circumstances are no excuse to slack in one's skills. A blade only stays honed if it is properly sharpened, after all, and Ayato prefers to remain battle-ready at every possible turn.
The woods are still in the early stages of predawn when he quietly exits Scorpio Cabin, his steps a velvet tread so as to not disturb any of his sleeping bunkmates. He makes his way to the empty field, scoping the area out and nodding to himself absentmindedly; it had seemed large enough upon entry, and this close it's easy to determine that he should have more than enough room.
He launches into a well practiced calisthenics routine first and foremost, warming his muscles up to be more receptive to the later training to follow soon enough. Once he's sure he's properly stretched, he summons his sword forth to materialize within his grip.
Just the basics of swordplay today. It's never a good idea to become reliant on one's Vision, as having it stolen from your grasp is always a possibility. Eyes half closed in concentration, he begins his kendo drills. His footwork is well practiced, each swing of his sword graceful, and his posture is - as expected - immaculate as always.]
II. Mess Hall (open!)
[Later in the day, after the sun has properly risen and he's had the time to take a brisk shower to cool off from his morning workout, Ayato can be found seated within the mess hall. He seems to have raided the arts and crafts building on his way over; a stack of unlined paper, an inkwell, and a calligraphy brush having joined him at his table in addition to his breakfast. He's opted for a more western meal this day, as it is in his nature to try new things whenever possible. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits slathered in gravy... Occasionally he breaks to take a bite of one or all of the above, take a sip from his cup of tea, or simply give his hand a much needed break.
Looking over his shoulder, one will notice his penmanship is neat and well practiced, jotting down characters that are stylistically similar to Japanese hiragana, though are by no means a perfect one-to-one recreation. Those well versed in Inazuman script, however, will note that he appears to be transcribing poetry from memory.
A world of dew,
And within every dewdrop
A world of struggle.]