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[Chikane vanished. She's only rarely home, but it was enough for Haruki to notice when he went into the former Brigade room in the upper floor and found it as it was before she moved in. He sighed a little to himself, but a significant part of him was... relieved, honestly. He would miss her, but to be free of the guilt and complications? It was welcome, liberating, almost. What's more frustrating is that this means that Seventh Heaven is understaffed... again. Whatever, that's Tifa's problem, right? And even if it isn't he'll help her work things out.
But now that it's later in the day (which unfortunately is raining) Haruki decided that he needs to do more than his daily jog which got delayed by the rain. Thus, he does something he only rarely has done before; he goes to that damned barracks at the southern part of town.
Once inside, he puts aside his umbrella and takes off his coat... and then his shirt. and then he goes to town on some dummies practicing something that only a handful of people are probably aware of his skill with. Namely, martial arts.
Haruki was always skilled at anything he tried and always extremely in shape and all that, but after losing a fight to Senel in his first few weeks in Luceti he decided to train himself. For a while there as Aya, who taught him a lot of good moves and a lot of important basics during the time he was here. After that he learned by watching Uriko and others. And then supplementing with that he already knew of judo, boxing, and wrestling.
Thus, the style that he's using on the dummies isn't anything really masterful but it very certainly is creative. More than that, it's impressive. Kicks, chops, punches, and now and again some throws and other such things. But perhaps more interesting than that his him trying to work with the Fire Spirit, with whom he has a pact. Some of his chops turn into palm presses turn into super-heating the dummies and now and again his punches will become surrounded with flames. A few times he puts little bursts of fire out of his hands or finger-tips. Through all this, he is muttering to himself, perhaps speaking to the spirits
Feel free to run into him during this time, he'll be at it for a while]
[Chikane vanished. She's only rarely home, but it was enough for Haruki to notice when he went into the former Brigade room in the upper floor and found it as it was before she moved in. He sighed a little to himself, but a significant part of him was... relieved, honestly. He would miss her, but to be free of the guilt and complications? It was welcome, liberating, almost. What's more frustrating is that this means that Seventh Heaven is understaffed... again. Whatever, that's Tifa's problem, right? And even if it isn't he'll help her work things out.
But now that it's later in the day (which unfortunately is raining) Haruki decided that he needs to do more than his daily jog which got delayed by the rain. Thus, he does something he only rarely has done before; he goes to that damned barracks at the southern part of town.
Once inside, he puts aside his umbrella and takes off his coat... and then his shirt. and then he goes to town on some dummies practicing something that only a handful of people are probably aware of his skill with. Namely, martial arts.
Haruki was always skilled at anything he tried and always extremely in shape and all that, but after losing a fight to Senel in his first few weeks in Luceti he decided to train himself. For a while there as Aya, who taught him a lot of good moves and a lot of important basics during the time he was here. After that he learned by watching Uriko and others. And then supplementing with that he already knew of judo, boxing, and wrestling.
Thus, the style that he's using on the dummies isn't anything really masterful but it very certainly is creative. More than that, it's impressive. Kicks, chops, punches, and now and again some throws and other such things. But perhaps more interesting than that his him trying to work with the Fire Spirit, with whom he has a pact. Some of his chops turn into palm presses turn into super-heating the dummies and now and again his punches will become surrounded with flames. A few times he puts little bursts of fire out of his hands or finger-tips. Through all this, he is muttering to himself, perhaps speaking to the spirits
Feel free to run into him during this time, he'll be at it for a while]
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