You Will Never Define Me [OPEN]

[Jo Keur]

A loud thud split the air as a boy spun back on his foot. His left leg sweeping high as it struck the wooden dummy once more. At his feet lay a wide circle of bare packed earth edged by a swath of thick green grass expanding for a few yards to either side. The circle was flat and hard from constant wear as the boy trained. His bare feet leaving shallow grooves as he spun and slid around the dummy standing tall at it's center.

The boy's body glistened with sweat as he sucked in breath and pushed himself ever further his movements smooth and coordinated. Kick after kick he moved without pause or hesitation seeming to dance around his target. The dark stein slowly soaking through the fabric covering his legs being the only sign the damage was not one-sided. The wooden dummy's splintering wood digging into the boy's leg like fangs with each kick.

With a hiss the boy suddenly shot forward and shoved his fist through the air. His knuckles struck the wood savagely and left it stained dark red as he pulled away. Finally his movements slowed to a stop as he backed away from the dummy and stood watching it. His chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath from the session.

Not enough.. He needed to be stronger. He grit his teeth as he remembered his bout in the tournament. He could not, would not, accept failure!

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Hunter was having a hard day today his light blue eyes shifting over to meet Hachi's, the fox was cradled in his arms and had a wrap on his front paw. He sighed a few cuts and bruises on himself yet none were covered and all were bleeding, the red marking the once white shirt that was now dirty and ripped. He had gotten this way when the fox took a misstep and fell off the side of the waterfall, Hunter jumped off after him grabbing him in just enough time to shield him from the rocks. Now he walked through the forest still feeling guilty that he couldn't keep him totally from harms way. The sun was high and hot as it beat down on him and the fox who couldn't seem to stop apologizing to Hunter as they walked, "Its fine Hachi please just keep your mouth shut the cuts will heal im more worried about you", he stroked the head of the soft animal and smiled though it looked off due to the blood that dripped from the side of his mouth. He was about to say something else but stopped when the sound of someone or something caught his ears and he started that way.

Pearing out into the opening he spotted a kid doing what he had no idea but what he did notice was the blood that started to seep out of wounds. Walking out he couldn't help but admire the boys build, he was so quiet that not even a bunny could hear him as he walked forward more. "I don't think training so hard that you harm yourself is very smart but its what you are doing so please allow me to bandage thoughts when you are done so that you wont get an infection that will keep you from what ever your training so hard for". His words were so soft so sweet that if the boy didn't turn around to look at him then he wouldn't even notice that hunter was a boy as well. He placed Hachi down and tilted his head his light blue eyes looking the boy up and down they were so sad but also had concern for him in them he really hoped he would allow him to help, "I'm sorry for what ever is troubling you it must be bad for you to train so hard that you bleed". He took another step closer, he was beautiful and was always told that being born a girl would have been like putting an angel on earth and that was not smart so he was made a boy to balance it out.


(OOC: Hope you dont mind me throwing him in v.v)

[Jo Keur]

You have an auideance child. A rough grinding voice echoed in Jo's head as he panted. His gaze not leaving the dummy for a long moment even as the other student talked, but when it did his gaze was even and steady. Looking over the boy with an eerily calm despite his fatigue.

"You don't look well off yourself, kid." Despite his words his voice was smooth and light, if not slightly strained. He turned to face the kid and shook out his hair before walking slowly over to a patch of grass where he had left his shirt. Wiping his bloody hands on his torn jeans before grabbing it and shrugging it on.

Looking back to the boy he found him strangely feminine. The kind of boy to always flee a battle first thing. Not that Jo scorned those types, with such slight frames he didn't expect them to be fighters. His own build was leaner than most, but he at least had had the advantage of hard training from a young age.

"I doubt you got those injuries from a fight." He added simply, his right eyebrow lifting ever so slightly in question. He found the apology the boy gave an odd thing. He never understood why others said sorry to things that were not their own fault. It seemed rather pointless and a waste of breath.
"Every time your body breaks it grows stronger. That is what I've learned training. Bleeding is a small price."