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Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 9, 2018 5:02:10 GMT -4
Responsibility never had been Daimon Darren’s forte. When his mother texted him to put the chicken out of the freezer to defrost it before she’d come home, he forgot because he was playing video games. When his teachers in middle school started giving group assignments, he did his work half-assedly and at the last minute if he did it at all. He didn’t even attend the school club he joined much, even if it was a martial art.
But now, in U.A. High, for the first time in his life, he had a teacher that he not only feared but respected, and the teacher happened to be the school principal too. The ex-soldier had a way to stare into his eyes like a drill into soft wood, and he still wasn’t sure whether he could beat the man in a fight. Even hypothetically using his quirk, if the principal was allowed to use even just a knife, he wasn’t sure he would make it out of such an encounter alive.
Under these circumstances, when the principal gave him an order, he found no choice but to begrudgingly execute them. The delinquent operated on the simplistic logic that if a teacher that could kick his ass ordered him to do something, he’d do it. After all, the principal was supposed to turn them into professional heroes. Surely there must be a reason behind his orders, Darren figured.
As such, whatever the principal’s intentions were when he ordered him to train Kurama Rinkusu in martial arts, he never discussed it. If he had to train the evil overlord, then so was it. He still disliked the idea. He was sure they would never get along, even though he had never interacted with her. He sent her a text telling her to come to the martial arts club whenever.
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A few days later, at the military event, Darren got another text. God damn, fuck, I forgot about this shit were his first three thoughts. He went into his texts, why the fuck didn’t Rin answer, it was her fault and--
“God damn,” he said out loud. He had never sent the text. It was still here, the draft kept in memory automatically by the phone, but it had never been sent. He forgot to press send.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he hastily wrote her another text asking if she was at the base, if she got a text from the principal too and to meet ASAP in the training area, or he was sure the principal would open a can of whoop-ass on them, he told her in those precise, flowery terms.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 11, 2018 10:11:36 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy This little martial arts adventure had begun a few weeks ago, when Rin had begun practicing her physical abilities. Being rather medically gifted at this point, she was fairly competent at stringing together a training regiment that ought to bring out the most of her body. Yet, after said few weeks of practice, a few things had become inherently apparent to the girl. With how her body operated, it was incredibly difficult for her to reach fatigue from things like lifting weights or hitting the sandbag. Because of this, the growth of her muscles was far from what she had initially expected with the math and science put behind the training. To summarize, Rin had struggled incredibly to gain any noticeable differences in raw strength. Combined with the fact that she was an incredible lightweight, the girl had changed her approach completely. Rather than relying on strength, she'd be relying on knowledge and technique. At that point, Rin had been practicing a singular move for an extended period of time. A simple left-handed jab. Yet, a jab thrown with conviction, dedication, rhythm and skill. When Tetsuko Shindou had encountered Rin practicing, the sheer malice, discontent and killing intent poured into every single jab, had been enough to put both of the two girls on edge. Once that little spark of fear had been seen in Tetsuko's eyes, Rin had rebounded hard, wondering what she was truly doing. That sheer, pained killing intent that came in the wake of Nick Cross, was so unlike anything the girl had otherwise felt. Rin had intended to drop it, honestly. Drop it and never once revisit it. The girl figured someone must've talked, though. Because before Rin really knew anything, the principal had given her a rather clear direction. Get involved with the martial arts club. Not only did it suck being told what to do with her free time, but on top of the initial shellshock, the one who was in charge of the martial arts club, was a person that she had had nothing but negative experiences with. Darren Daimon of class 1-C. Yet, then there had been a time of silence, of peace. Darren hadn't been contacting her with the whole training regiment thing, nor had the principal been pushing any other agenda on her. It seemed like it had been completely forgotten, whisked away by the sands of time. So, Rin was sitting in the medical area of the military event, assisting quirkers and non-quirkers alike with their physicals. When suddenly this whole thing was brought back up, accompanied by a warning. The message that the raven haired female received from Darren was crude and written hastily. It took a while to translate the Darren into understandable Japanese, but when she did, the message seemed rather clear. If we do not get something done, the Principal is going to lose his shit. Facepalming quietly, Rin let out a soft sigh. Explaining to the patients and interested researchers that she'd have to leave, she darted across the military base in a hurry. Directly towards the training area, Rin arrived about as quickly as one could expect from a panicked message like Darren's. Though, she frankly wouldn't be surprised if he was going to shout at her that it took too long. On this particular day though, Rin did not feel like bending over to more bullshit. Hopefully Darren wouldn't be a complete asshole. In a slightly breathless voice - running at full speed still took some energy from her, afterall - she greeted the 1-c delinquent. "H-hey.. I'm here.. Fire away.. I'm willing to get this over with just so.. *pant* .. I don't have to deal with the principal for another round." Honestly, the less Rin had to deal with the principal, the better. The way he had borderline forced her to speak about what had happened with Nick, basically blaming it directly on her if something bad happened to anyone else.. It was inexcusable. Combined with the reaction and behavior of a certain teacher, miss Aeris, likely guided by none other than the principal, there was very little faith remaining from the young female in the education system. Only Junko and Hachi seemed like competent teachers. Well, Rin didn't know too much about Cian, but he seemed far too holed up on his own little corner of everything.
Rin was wearing a white lab-coat from the medical area, underneath which she was wearing her regular Yuuei trek suit. It was fairly common for the girl to wear a sporty attire when coming here, specifically because you never knew what might happen. If there was a sudden need to wear something more fancy, Rin had stashed a set of regular clothes in the locker-room area. That, with an extra set of underwear. With how things went around here, an extra set of underwear hadn't seemed like the worst idea.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 12, 2018 0:20:48 GMT -4
Waiting for the black-haired girl, Darren looked at memes on his phone, scrolling through his favorite pages through surrealistic images splattered with text that teetered right on the edge of nonsense, without fully making the plunge, captioned sport events commenting on recent news, and a disturbing amount of images that could only be described as cursed.
He figured he should start stretching a little. After liking a funny picture of a dog with motion blur, he threw his phone back in his sports bag, zipped it closed and threw it to the ground. He crossed his left forearm over his right triceps, did the same the other way, stretching his pectoral muscles, and then his back by putting his hands over his head and pushing up an imaginary ceiling.
When Rin arrived, panting, Darren was stretching his palm outwards with his other hand, and when the girl essentially told him to get this over with, he answered, shaking his hands to stretch his wrists at the same time: “Damn. You find him that scary? I’d say we can pretend like we did it, but with that hardass, he’s probably gonna test you or something. You know he damn fucking well would do it too.”
He cracked his neck, rolling his head back and forth and from side to side. “At least you’re warmed up, I guess. You can lose the lab coat, though. This ain’t the infirmary shift,” he commented with a grin. “Alright, follow me.”
The delinquent lead her to a tatami area the army put together. There were other people on the mat, which was large enough to accomodate everyone, regular civilians practicing judo with the soldiers, privates sparring with each other, and now, two U.A. students who didn’t like each other on an improvised martial arts lesson.
“Mind the others on the mat. Can’t fight for shit if you can’t keep track of your surroundings anyway, it’s good practice.” He stepped on the mat casually after having removed his shoes; dressed in a loose jogging and a Clash t-shirt, he didn’t need to change either. “You can salute the tatami if you’re into that traditional shit. Supposed to thank it for softening the landing when you fall on your ass. I don’t think the mat minds much, but thanks anyway, tatami-san.” He bowed with an exaggerated manner, thinking himself the funniest man in the world.
“Anyway, enough bullshit, we gotta job to do. Hit me,” he said casually. “Don’t worry, I can take it. Just hit me however you want.” He grinned. “Bet you’re dying to, eh?” It was only a hunch, but he knew the studious type tended to hate his type. Plus, the whole evil overlord thing, which the school had been made well aware of thanks to Alex ranting about it in the class chat 24/7. There was that too.
The shit-eating grin he was wearing probably helped, too.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 14, 2018 14:20:46 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy There was something about Darren which was innately dislikeable. Perhaps it was his unfounded self-confidence that bordered arrogance. No, it very clearly was arrogance in a vast array of situations. Holding oneself on a pedestal, as if above the mortals around him. Perhaps it was his constant swearing, talking like nothing truly mattered, as if he could do whatever he wanted to. No, Rin didn't inherently care for traditions in the same sense many seasoned warriors did. Understanding the traditions and respecting that others valued them however, was key in not pissing off everyone around them. Something she would not be surprised if he had already managed. Perhaps it could be his complete lack of understanding for how his actions and behavior affected those around him, how someone like Alex could take his words as gospel and being preaching it like a newfound religion. In earnest, it was probably how Darren seemed incapable of recognizing a single of his own faults and begin correcting them. As far as Rin was concerned, the boy hadn't developed mentally from the first day she had seen or heard of him till now. Which was half a schoolyear. Jasmine had proved she could improve as a person in several different ways. Likewise had she proven she could take responsibility for her mistakes and work on bettering them. Darren simply did not seem to, to put it in Darren's language, give a single shit.
So being stuck with him was somewhat of a nigthmare. The only reason she had chosen to show up, was because spending that time with the principal instead would be worse. Replying to his question in a soft tone, she clearly wasn't too interested in communicating, just wanting this little lesson to be over as quickly and painlessly as possible. "I just do not appreciate Principal Kobayashi's teaching methods. Nor do I appreciate his lack of skill when it comes to being an educator." Following him, they soon arrived to a mat area. A mat that had a bit of give, so that things like Judo throws weren't going to tear a person apart. Not that Rin figured he'd be attempting to teach her any kind of Judo. It was one of the sports requiring the most weight and physical strength to be good at them. Neither of which Rin truly posessed. Practically disregarding his whole rant about more shit and some bullshit and probably other types of shit, Rin simply folded her hands together, offering a short, respectful bow towards the mattress. The lab coat was ditched, revealing her trekking outfit. Shoes and socks were ditched, as she carefully moved her toes around on the mattress, trying to get an understanding of their flooring. Ready to begin he gave off his little instruction, plus a smirky comment."I do not intend to learn to hit people to please my ego. Nor do I really enjoy hitting schoolmates, even if they've been annoyances or assholes. I intend to learn how to hit, to hurt the ons that I do hit. Self defence, offense, that sort of thing." Because of this approach to martial arts, Rin had gained an upper hand many beginning practitioners hadn't had. The willpower to actively hurt what she was punching. The whole situation with Tetsuko, where Rin's killing intent had been let loose, made Rin realize exactly what she was practicing for. Exactly what skill she was practicing. After what had happened with Nick Cross, the desire to protect herself, to learn how to handle such situations in the future, had been burning bright within her soul. Never again would she be as helpless as that night. Never again...
Darren seemed confident, as he did not take any kind of stance. Rin, opposite him, wasn't well versed enough to have a stance. Holding out her right arm towards him, she was essentially using it to measure her distance. Her left hand was wrapped in tape, clearly to protect her hand from damage. Because yes, the few other times she had been practicing martial arts without tape, her knuckles had ended up bleeding. After having confirmed her distance, Rin took a simple, deep breath. The atmosphere changed immediately. All Rin knew how to do, all she had practiced thus far, was throwing a left jab. A jab with her main hand. Completely intent on hurting Darren if her punch landed, it was flung at him. Rin's attitude, the aura she exuded, it all spoke words. I'm going to kill you.The punch itself was rather lackluster. It lacked both the strength, the speed, the sharpness, of someone who had practiced honestly for hours on end. However, the motivation behind the punch, the soul and willpower put into it, none of those could be faulted. Rin was not holding back, even an inch. Perhaps this difference in attitude, compared to someone afraid of hurting him, would take him by surprise. Rin had not been to the martial arts club meetings, so she honestly didn't have much insight as to how they trained. Immediately as the punch landed or was otherwise intercepted, the bloodlust in the air ceased as well, making it clear that she was loading her resolve into each punch, but wasn't actually looking to kill him.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 14, 2018 16:19:21 GMT -4
Darren’s eyebrows jumped a centimeter or two when the girl told him what she thought about the principal. “Wheee, you really ain’t like that dude. P.E. class killing you that much? The key is to run on the weekends,” he said cheerfully, missing the point by a mile, blissfully unaware of what had happened with Nick and the principal's rather lackluster response.
One thing he soon realized is he was very much as odds with the Rin in front of him. To his relaxed cheerful persona, she answered with cold professionalism. From what little he gathered occasionally crossing her path at school, she was the perfect class president type, always carrying important official papers from place to place and spending the rest of her free time in the infirmary, or so it seemed to him at least. Now that he thought of it, he had no recollection of seeing Rin ever enjoy herself. She was always working for others.
What a life, Darren thought. He had to admit he was a little curious. He liked to analyze people, when he wasn’t training, fighting or looking at memes on his phone, and Rin was a rather interesting case. Devotion was her defining trait, it seemed to him, and it was an emotion the psychopathic teenager had trouble understanding, as it was often driven by guilt or a sense of duty, two other emotions he lacked.
When he suggested that she must be dying to punch him, she answered carefully, making sure to point out that when she was doing violence, it was a selfless act of protection. Darren couldn’t help but chuckle, almost as a reflex. “Bullshit,” he said. “Everyone get that feeling in their gut when they manage to hit their opponent just right. It strokes your ego. Winning a fight, passing a test, curing a patient, it’s all the same shit. You can’t tell me it doesn’t make you feel good about yourself. You can’t tell me you’re not doing it, even just a little bit, for yourself.”
He shrugged. “That being said, I don’t give a flying fuck why you do things. You do you, as they say. Anyway, less talk-talk, more punch-punch. Show me what you got.”
He meant to give himself a second to assess Rin’s stance, but the girl didn’t give him time for that. Her bandaged left fist suddenly got bigger and closer, causing his eyebrows to jump up once again and his reflexes to kick in. A single blue spark fizzled on his hand as he reflexively used a small activation of his quirk to shoot it up and in front of his face, comfortably catching the 1-A class president’s fist in his palm. “Hot damn,” he said.
The activation of his quirk hadn’t been really necessary, but she startled him enough that his reflexes took over. It was a light jab, but the punch was clearly heavy with emotion. Frustration, maybe a feeling of powerlessness, definitely some killing intent: holding her fist and staring at Rin, this is what Darren read in this punch. He smiled.
“Not bad! I was 'fraid I’d have to go on that whole spiel about not being afraid to hit people like I had to do to Kutsu. Glad that’s out of the window.” He was still holding her fist in the palm of his hand, his grip relaxed enough that he wasn’t grinding her bones into fine powder, but tight enough to make it clear he wasn’t letting go either. He shook her fist a little as he walked around her arm to get a better look at her shoulder. “I see your arm is relaxed too, which is good, but your shoulder is stiffer than Cian-sensei’s mannequins. It should roll into the jab, and when you make contact, you contract everything, and then you relax everything and pull your arm back in guard. It’s called a snapping punch. Don’t lag behind, or you’ll get caught just like that.”
He finally let go of her fist, allowing her a moment to try it out. “All relaxed, remember. Snap when you hit. Like snapping a wet towel, only your first is the towel. And then pull back.” He held a palm in front of him. “Punch here like I told ya. If I catch you before you pull back, try again. If I say it wasn’t strong enough, try again. When you pull back your fist, pull it all the way back so that you touch your cheek. Your stance ain't matter much for jabbing, but you should have your left foot forward and the right one back at a 45 degrees angle. That shit is universal, you see that in every martial art, so you better get the habit right now.”
The delinquent’s face was for once rather neutral. It wasn’t the first time he taught someone this shit, and he had it down to a kind of routine by now. All he hoped for was that Rin would pick up on it quick enough that the principal would be satisfied, and it didn’t land their asses in trouble. “We’ll try some defense next, but first you gotta get that relaxed arm thing down or we ain’t gettin’ nowhere. You can’t defend for shit if you’re all tensed up like an asshole in a gay bar.”
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 18, 2018 23:30:27 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy Darren may have not intended his order to have the effect on Rin that it had. Darren may have expected the girl to simply stop attempting, shocked, after her first punch had been intercepted. That, however, was not the case, not even remotely. While Darren was japping off about something, Rin simply continued along with the objective that he had given her. To hit him. As far as the girl was concerned, that little objective had not been cleared. The punch had very clearly not reached Darren at any length. So, in the middle of his chat, the girl had already pulled back her left hand, taken a step forwards towards him to get another angle - the only way Rin could currently change her angle, was by changing her body position, as her jab was rudimentary. It was a jab. It was decently practiced. It was also the absolutely only thing in her repetoire. The bloodlust, right as Rin had struck his hand, had died down completely. Yet, now that she had pulled her hand back, beginning the motion for another jab, it had returned in full force. It seemed like Rin had, at least, realized that she would not be capable of keeping up such pressure, such dedication, such focus, for every single motion that she did. Therefore, instead, she poured all of her soul into her strikes. The problem with Rin's current level, was not really the jab itself. It was everything else surrounding the jab. The lack of shift in weight meant that her punch was significantly slower than it could be. The lack of controlled breathing meant that her precision went down significantly. The lack of stepping in meant that her ability to penetrate a defense was lacking. In short, the jab itself was rather nicely executed, as a result of several hours of hitting the boxing dummy. That, however, did not teach her essentials such as footwork or general body control.Rin would throw a series of punches like this, constantly attempting to hit Darren, with absolutely everything that she had. After concluding that it wasn't going to work, or at the very least, that Darren was more skilled than her, she took a step back, re-tightening her ponytail, as a couple of strands of hair had begun getting into her eyes. The words that he spoke of were all theory. Theory that Rin knew, or had somewhat modified for herself. The real problem with his approach, was his lack of understanding that Rin was left handed. Essentially, the girl's jab's were straight's, meaning that her adherance to footwork was less static than a regular fighter. Rin had the potential to move towards a southpaw style, yet she was working on the basics first. Learn to throw the jab, then learn the footwork, then learn the shifting of weight. Breathing softly, Rin took another step back. Looking at Darren, it bothered her somewhat how outmatched she was. From just that exchange, she could tell quite a few things..."Your reactions, your speed, even your ability to take a punch, are likely so far above mine that I'd never be able to clear the objective of hitting you." It was an honest analysis. The sapphire blue eyes watched him, trying to find a way that she could abuse her current skill, to somehow get a hit. Yet, when Rin had caught him off guard, with her most precise, fastest jab, she still hadn't been able to hit him. The first punch she had thrown was the only one that could catch him off guard. If that wasn't good enough, then she had very little options left. "Also, just for the record, I am left handed." Rin rose her left hand into the air, giving a bit of a wave. At least, at this point, Darren ought to know the general difference in their abilities. Perhaps he'd choose another approach to this practice. Perhaps he'd continue insisting that Rin attempted her best at hitting him, while throwing her to the mat over and over. It seemed to be the favored way of the military at least. Whenever Rin made a mistake, wham, she found herself on her rear with pain all the way through her back."...That, and quite honestly, I don't think I'd ever be able to match a large transformation or mutation quirk in raw strength. I somehow need to adapt martial arts to... well, this.." Rin gestured towards her own body, indicating how she was small and fragile. Several times, she had wondered whether it was even possible. Yet, she refused to be as helpless as she had been against Nick's assault. Anything that could help her out, anything at all, she would practice, whether she'd be truly good at it or not. Standing three steps away from Darren, decently far out of striking range, the girl awaited his next suggestion or take on their little practice session. Hopefully, hopefully, Darren wasn't as dimwitted of a teacher as he was a student.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 19, 2018 23:03:19 GMT -4
Rin was surprisingly lively. As soon as he let go of her hand, she resumed her pursuit of the first objective, like a machine. Darren again quirked his eyebrows when he caught a second punch, parried a third, swayed away from a fourth as he continued his explanations, a smile growing on his face. It wouldn’t be as boring as he thought, all things considered.
His eyes kept looking the girl up and down as she threw her jab again and again. For a beginner, her arm, shoulder and wrist were relaxed enough, but everything below the shoulder needed work, from the angle of the midsection to the foot stance and distance management. However, the delinquent knew all of that could only be improved with hours and hours of practice, hours and hours that they should have had but now didn’t as they both slacked.
They now had to do what every high school student once did: cramming for a test the day before it’s due, condensing weeks of knowledge into a serviceable understanding that could be demonstrated well enough to get passing marks.
“Correct,” he answered to her praise of his abilities, his face lighting up not unlike a dog raised his ears when you called him a good boy. “At least you’re pretty sharp, and you don’t look too tired. I think we can work something here.” She waved her left hand, informing him it was her leading hand. “Okay, then reverse everything. Simple as that. It’s called a southpaw in boxing.”
She then mentioned her lack of strength, making the delinquent flash to his fight against Jasmine, and the subsequently increased amount of time he spent lifting increasingly heavy weights in the gym room at school since then.“Well, the point of martial arts is pretty much to beat up someone stronger than you physically. The whole David and Goliath business, yknow. Counters, feints, footwork, all that shit doesn’t depend on strength. Then you have judo, where they keep telling you over and over it’s all about using the strength of your opponent.”
He shrugged. “I won’t lie, that shit is only half-true. Strength is a big help when you’re trying to throw somebody, and it’s definitely a good thing if your punches are worth ten of the opponent’s own. There’s a reason the likes of me and Jasmine spend so much time in the weight room at school. But you don’t have to be completely defenseless, even if you’re weaker than your opponent, physically I mean. Again, that’s the whole point of martial arts.”
Surprisingly, Darren was speaking in a rather patient manner when he explained the theory, compared to the much more boisterous tone he usually employed. Rin was seeing a side of the delinquent that Kutsu had seen a few days earlier, and the entire martial arts club as well: the side of Darren that was happy to talk about his passion and share it with anyone who asked. From the way he spoke about it to the sparkle in his eye, it would be clear to Rinkusu Kurama that she was talking with a proper fight nut.
“Anyway, enough talk. I have a good idea for what we’ll do next. Sticky hands!” he exclaimed with a smile, knowing perfectly well how it sounded. “It’s a big thing in Wing Chun. It’s a form of kung-fu invented by a small Chinese lady, so it ain’t based on physique. The idea is that you touch wrists, and from there you practice trying to hit each other. Eventually, they do it blindfolded.” While he was speaking, he stepped in range and demonstrated. From the close range position, with the wrists in contact, even someone unfamiliar with martial arts would feel the incredible kinetic sense you got for what your opponent was going to do.
He first just pushed and pulled in every direction from the outside -- meaning Rin’s wrists were between his and her centerline -- and instructing her to resist so she would get a feel for the sensation, but he suddenly twisted his hands around her wrists to put his fist on the inside, and from here jabbed once with each hand in quick succession, his fists rolling over each other, stopping an inch from her face, hopefully enough to make her flinch without actually hitting her.
Far from mercy, Darren did that to prove a point, as he immediately grabbed her collar afterward and stepped in to trip her with his right foot as he gave her a hint of a punch, barely putting a tenth of his strength here. When expecting to be hit in the face, people tended to recoil, and that was what the technique banked on. If the opponent was on the back foot, then it was easy to trip them without using a lot of force. Should his attempt work, he’d control her fall by grabbing one of her arms firmly and help her get up as he would anyone else, with a rough pull.
“Eventually, it leads to that. You try now.” He would then offer his wrists in a loose guard for the girl to experiment with. He wouldn’t fall on purpose, however, and instead would nitpick on the raven-haired 1-A class president’s attack, correcting every detail of her stance, moves and timing as she attempted them. While a patient teacher, the delinquent was also unreasonably exigent with beginners, believing in the “throw the kid in the water so he has to learn to swim” approach to teaching wholeheartedly.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 21, 2018 21:31:30 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy It seemed Darren had misunderstood what Rin had meant. The girl had obviously done her reading. The studying, the theory, mostly everything that Rin could pour into her martial arts, had been poured into it. Theoretical styles from film and movies, principles, stances. It was all that studying which had led her to realize, that there was a difference being left handed. Essentially Rin had intended to let Darren know that she wasn't completely helpless on the theoretical part. Instead, Darren had taken it as his time to lecture on how left handed combatants functioned inherently differently than right handed combatants. Groaning softly to herself, Rin chose to simply shut his explanation out. As well articulated as Darren was, cough cough, the words written by warriors like Musashi, Dempsey, Bruce Lee and several other great fighters, spanning millenia, had far more weight and experience to them than something the blonde delinquent could formulate. There, however, wasn't many teachings in regards to a fighting style that functioned, which didn't inherently rely on strength. There were forms such as Aikido, or Tai Chi, which had fundamental teachings on the subject. Rin was no fool. These styles had been used in several different MMA tournaments and been completely destroyed. There was no way Rin would've ever picked a style like that. Though, there were movements in Tai Chi which she could most certainly bolster with the movement of her blood. Supposedly, the style was very focussed in flow and had many references to water. Shaking her head, it wasn't good enough...Wing Chun had potential for someone like Rin, though the accolades and accounts of mastery, still seemed to favor the physically strong. The teacher of Bruce Lee, Ip Man, renowned as one of the greatest innovaters when it came to fighting, was largely acclaimed to the style spreading as far as it had. A style that, according to Wing Chun pass downs, had been created and developed by a woman. Tiny in frame, small in size, yet capable of fighting with the best. It was mostly stories... The difference was, when Rin watched MMA, there were several techniques used from Wing Chun, where as Aikido had none. There was some merit to it. Enough merit that Rin had chosen this as her path. It was the first time, that Rin raised an eyebrow at Darren. The delinquent had reached essentially a similar conclusion when it came to what Rin ought to practice. Even if he was slightly overselling the history and purpose of the style with falsehoods. It was something that she, in this situation, could appreciate though. Whether he meant to or not, comments like that inherently bolstered the resolve of those practicing with him. If an old chinese lady from centuries ago could do it, so can you. For the first time, Rin offered him a soft smile, nodding. "I had already chosen Wing Chun as a style. I've just had no one to practice with. Nor was the training facility all that great with dummies or equipment, for a beginner to learn the style." Rin lamented quietly, the smile soon dying from her lips, replaced with blankness, as he began introducing their first means of practice...As their wrists met, with Darren pushing, moving, pulling back, Rin found her center of gravity rather quickly. The girl had good balance at the very least - something she used in her acrobatic features. As he began pressuring her more, she struggled, eventually falling behind, having his fist fire directly at her face. Yet, unlike what Darren might've expected, Rin wasn't falling on her ass. Utilizing her balance, the spring in her knees, she instead turned her head slightly to the side, bracing for impact. At that point, he must've known. The girl had been used to being hit. Had been used to seeing fists flying at her. As such, the fear of the punch itself had gone. Replaced with an instinct to reduce the damage she'd take. Frozen there for a moment, as if time around her had stopped, Rin hadn't even noticed that she had, momentarily, reverted to a state of inaction. A state where her body had surrender to the fact that she'd be hit. Accepting it, and simply trying to brace for the pain. Blinking a couple of times, the pain never came. Nor did Darren's fast. Robitically, Rin turned her head back towards him, looking absolutely puzzled...?Darren had, in the short moment that Rin had frozen in her movements, stepped in incredibly close. Having grabbed her collar, Rin immediately recoiled. Not because she was afraid of being hit, but because the delinquent had gotten far too deep into her personal space. For whatever reason, the fact that they were fighting had momentarily left her mind, washed away by her instinctual reaction to the near miss punch earlier. Flopping onto her rear, the mat gave a soft smack, as her hands assisted her in breaking the fall. Still perplexed, before Rin even knew what was happening, she was back on her feet, the delinquent yappering on again. Shaking her head from side to side to regain composure, the last fifteen or so seconds had gone by, for Rin, in an instant. "Uh, right, yeah, uh, okay..." Flustered, confused, Rin took a deep breath. The sharpness from her eyes had momentarily vanished, as she stepped in against Darren. Their wrists once again locking against each other.
There was one thing which Rin had picked up on from Darren's movements though. Utilize and misdirect weight. By leaning into your opponent, you put pressure on their guard. By leaning away, you release pressure. By taking steps and changing angles, you can direct your weight anywhere. However, with how connected they'd be, a quick step and change of lean could also manipulate the weight of your opponent to some extent. The more Rin moved around, the more her focus climbed. The more the sharpness to her eyes returned. That little incident from earlier quickly forgotten."...So my only option, aside from outwitting you with my weight, is to be faster?... Like, excuse me if I am wrong, but, like this strength hardly matters. For if I try to force my way forward, your hand would slip around mine, and you'd be able to strike me in the face?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 22, 2018 17:45:12 GMT -4
The delinquent smiled. It seemed they reached the same conclusion, which was a good sign. At least he didn’t need to sell it, especially since he was very much under the impression that anything he sold, Rin wouldn’t buy.
Their little practice ended with the girl flat on her ass, as Darren expected, but she didn’t make a scene of getting up and at it again. Rin was easy to work with, she listened to instructions and she applied herself, and it seemed that as long as she had a drive to do something, she would try her best. As a reward, Darren helped her up.
They quickly got to practicing the sticky hands again, and in the middle of their practice she raised a question. “Well, yeah. That’s the point. If you’re weaker than someone, you wanna best them somewhere else. Speed or technique allow you to make use of your opponent’s strength against them.” His smile got a little more devious. “Though it only works if your opponent has worst technique than yours.”
With that, he continued giving her instructions as he pushed and pulled, showing her techniques to get around a guard, to defend a punch and the basics of proper footwork. “You want to be light on your feet and always keep moving. The instant you stop to think, you’re dead. It goes for your head too. You want to think light and on your feet.” Sometimes, it made little sense to anyone but himself.
They did that for a while, until Rin had to run off to another engagement. He tried stopping her -- afraid she didn’t learn enough to keep the principal’s wrath way from the both of them -- but it was apparently more important. As such, the delinquent found himself alone on the tatamis, feeling a little stupid.
It passed quickly once he found a soldier to spar with. A fight was just the pick-me-up that the delinquent needed, as was often the case.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 8:39:59 GMT -4
Darren 56 exp
Rin 68
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