A Boxer, Martial Artist, and a Brawler Meet In Town [Closed] Feb 20, 2018 18:43:28 GMT -6
Post by Ronin Sashouka on Feb 20, 2018 18:43:28 GMT -6
The night was young, the moon having only risen a short while ago over Satan City. One of its many gyms, dedicated in some manner or another to the city's legendary namesake, was open in particular. Sashouka had made it his job to get in from the wastes, intending to accept any sort of challenge the town had to throw at him. Earlier today had been quite something, but tonight had to be even better. The dojo had to build up its reputation, starting with the master who could take on any challenge thrown his way. And considering the last two gyms he had outright dominated, this one was feeling pretty positive. Sashouka had left his shirt behind, some bandages sporting much of his bare upper half. Unlike most fighters who were outright shredded, Ronin lacked the "cut" definition on his arms and was even considerably light around his torso. Most of his fighting style didn't lend to training that defined it... though it definitely didn't stop him from looking tough as nails.
Carefully moving into the contained ring of this new gym, one made to accommodate the fairly decent number of Earthlings that at least had low-level ki capabilities, it was refreshing for once that there was some official air to things. Besides the elder, very little that the nomad did these days was tightly regulated. It wasn't exactly nice being in a big city, as someone who grew up in a much smaller village, but it changed the pace. Things like this provided a bigger challenge that only moved to better steel the Earthling for more uncomfortable challenges. Today was about building experience not just for the dojo, but for himself. Even with skill, someone who lacked experience would never win a fight. That was something he was painfully aware of, carefully letting the tightly-bound bun-like hair fall free so that the shoulder-length locks flowed freely. It wasn't a normal look in the slightest, with his buzzed short hair almost awfully backdropping it, but to expand his fighting skills, he would have to rely on everything... and one's hair was more a part of them than the sash he wore.
"Here's hoping this place has some stronger fighters willing to enter this arena... otherwise I might be going home without anything worth talking about."
Let's-a-go =3=/ think of the room as a giant, dome-like shape similar in shape to the gravity room of capsule corp.