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Day 240 - [Boxing Intensifies]
Who: Ippo and you!
Open: Open
When: Day 240
Where: The Bastion - The New Kamogawa Boxing Gym!
What: [Muffled Boxing in the background]
Format: Will match
Warnings: None that I can think of
[It was finally done. Ippo couldn't help but let a small tear slide down his left cheek as he stared up at the spitting image of the Kamogawa Gym; for all the shards he'd spent, every last one had felt completely worth it. The feel of the wall as he placed his hand against it, the smell that washed over him as he opened that familiar door, the sound of his feet squeaking against the floor as he entered...it was all exactly the same as he remembered it and in that moment, he couldn't have felt any more at home. Sure he was still on a tentatively floating rock in the sky, and sure nothing was ever going to bring back his world or all his friends from the calamity, but this was definitely as close to all that as he could get, and in that he was content.
He smiled with a sense of nostalgia as he climbed up into the sparring ring with a pair of gloves and closed his eyes; if he focused hard enough, he could almost hear the sounds of the gym come to life. The laughter, often muffled by the sound of leather meeting leather and jumping ropes slapping the floor in synced rhythm; the sound of constant movement and the coach's barking orders that somehow cut through the din like a sharpened knife. As he slipped the gloves on and strapped them up with his teeth, one might notice the most peaceful expression crossing his face in the 5 months he'd been here.]
"I'm home...!"
[Welcome, one and all to the Kamogawa Boxing Gym version 2.0! Not that it's really any different than the 1.0, but that's neither here nor there. Where is here are a multitude of things you can work out with! Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, clothing bags! More bags than you can shake a boxing glove at! We've got lifting weights and jumping ropes! Or jumping weights and lifting ropes if you're into that sort of thing, no judgements! There's even a regulation sized sparring ring for all your training and dispute settling needs, complete with gloves and headgear for those tough to settle arguments like putting the seat down! So, to everyone who has any desire to get stronger, or is even just curious about the new building that's suddenly popped up, feel free to come on by!]
Open: Open
When: Day 240
Where: The Bastion - The New Kamogawa Boxing Gym!
What: [Muffled Boxing in the background]
Format: Will match
Warnings: None that I can think of
[It was finally done. Ippo couldn't help but let a small tear slide down his left cheek as he stared up at the spitting image of the Kamogawa Gym; for all the shards he'd spent, every last one had felt completely worth it. The feel of the wall as he placed his hand against it, the smell that washed over him as he opened that familiar door, the sound of his feet squeaking against the floor as he entered...it was all exactly the same as he remembered it and in that moment, he couldn't have felt any more at home. Sure he was still on a tentatively floating rock in the sky, and sure nothing was ever going to bring back his world or all his friends from the calamity, but this was definitely as close to all that as he could get, and in that he was content.
He smiled with a sense of nostalgia as he climbed up into the sparring ring with a pair of gloves and closed his eyes; if he focused hard enough, he could almost hear the sounds of the gym come to life. The laughter, often muffled by the sound of leather meeting leather and jumping ropes slapping the floor in synced rhythm; the sound of constant movement and the coach's barking orders that somehow cut through the din like a sharpened knife. As he slipped the gloves on and strapped them up with his teeth, one might notice the most peaceful expression crossing his face in the 5 months he'd been here.]
"I'm home...!"
[Welcome, one and all to the Kamogawa Boxing Gym version 2.0! Not that it's really any different than the 1.0, but that's neither here nor there. Where is here are a multitude of things you can work out with! Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, clothing bags! More bags than you can shake a boxing glove at! We've got lifting weights and jumping ropes! Or jumping weights and lifting ropes if you're into that sort of thing, no judgements! There's even a regulation sized sparring ring for all your training and dispute settling needs, complete with gloves and headgear for those tough to settle arguments like putting the seat down! So, to everyone who has any desire to get stronger, or is even just curious about the new building that's suddenly popped up, feel free to come on by!]
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Show me what you know, try and hit me!
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[He balled his fists up inside the glove and darted forward, trying to take a cross jab at Ippo and break through his guard. It was fast, but messy. Swordplay was more his thing, really.]
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Nice hit! We can make some improvements to that though if you'd like.
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[He couldn't imagine when he wouldn't have one... but the fact that this place was unpredictable meant that it was a possibility.]
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[He said with a nod, knowing full well how out of hand things could get around here. He walked over to Ryu, moving his arms up and in front of him, keeping the fists just below his eyes; next he pushed down on the man's shoulders, compacting him a little more until his knees were just slightly bent. Finally, he knelt down and lifted his heels up until he was on the balls of his feet, giving him a lot more control over his speed and movement.]
There! The more compact you are, the more you can transfer the force from your legs up to your arms. When you go to throw a punch, turn your hip into it and snap your wrist to the side when you're about to hit; also make sure to stretch out your shoulders so you don't lose any of that power by letting your other arm hang out. Now!
[He said, slamming his gloves together and putting his guard back up.]
Try that one again!
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Like that?
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Much better! See how much more power you were able to put behind it?
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I wonder how much harder I could hit when I'm transformed using that. ... But I don't want to hurt you. I'll find a tree or something to test it on.
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[He said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He didn't think it was a good idea to be punched by a dragon full force, but there were still things he could teach here.]
Well, if you think you have a good command of the basics, maybe we should try sparring?
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[He bounced up and down a little.]
This seems like something that Cray would like. Though he usually fought with a club... I guess Kahn maybe, but he was... weird.
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Well, sparring can be a lot of fun for anyone! It's a great way to drill in basics and get stress out at the same time. Now come at me like you want to knock me out, we're going at things for real here, so I won't hold back either.
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Ippo snapped his left foot and pushed his body with it, practically sliding across the floor on the momentum as the move put him right on Ryu's side. With a quick shift of his shoulder and a snap of his right foot, he shifted that momentum back the other way, right up his hip into his arm as it lashed out like a sword, heading straight for the side of Ryu's now exposed face.]
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He'd only seen Takamura use a crisscross during his spar with Sendo, but it worked just fine here. The exchange was enough to throw him a little off kilter, so he would hang back for a few seconds to read what Ryu was going to do next.]
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[... Though splitting his guard might not have been the best idea.]
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Woah...
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[Ippo saw his moment, with Ryu stumbled backwards it was his chance for his sunday punch. He lowered himself and began to sway back and forth, his body tracing the sign of infinity as he built up as much centrifugal force as he could. Once he felt that familiar click, he shot upwards with a devastating right hook that was aimed directly for Ryu's face; if that hit, it would be followed up with left hook, the strikes repeating until he ran out of stamina or Ryu hit the mat.]
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Not that he was going to to back down, but he'd have to get his guard back first, which might take a few seconds considering the shock he was getting over.]
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He clenched his fist and swung hard in an upwards arc, the force he'd gotten from bouncing off those ropes, his fist aiming right for Ryu's liver with violent force.
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