Post by Arata Hayashi on Apr 21, 2019 0:13:40 GMT -4
Arata Hayashi sighed as he looked at the empty training facility, hands in his pockets while he considered picking up a bad habit like smoking to pass the time. He had been down in the dumps. He had come back from another unexplained hiatus, yet, he was allowed to keep his job. And at the same time, he felt even worse. he missed so much of his students' times and lives. He had to make up for that. He had to be a better person for them all. And so, he decide to get his body back in shape. What better way to do that than occupy an empty training facility and stretch his legs, so to speak.
His quirk had nothing to do with legs. His quirk had everything to do with a little sleight of hand, aptly named such. Arata stretched his arms out while he walked in to the open court, the dark marks on his knuckles starting to glow as six ghostly gloves appeared in to the air and clenched in to fists, sprawling their fingers out while they flicked about, just preparing themselves for a stretch. He did the same, interlocking his fingers together, pointing the palms of his hands upward while he cracked his knuckles. A long lean to the left, a twist to the right to get his spine ready, he seemed ready to try something a bit dangerous first.
Walking up to a medicine ball, a 35 pound medicine ball, he grabbed it with his regular hands and bent at the knees while he pushed it on the ground, bounced it up and hiked it high up in to the air. From there, it was a choreography of making his gloves weave through the air. He could command them with his mind, but it was easier to command them with movements of his body, it made their movements easier to track, but, Arata felt without any villains nearby, he could go easy on himself.
And so he would spend a good ten minutes, standing in place and making those gloves fly through the air, smacking the medicine ball around with powerful thumps that anyone outside could hear. If they were to peak in, they would find Arata spiking that medicine ball harder than volley ball professionals, usually knocking the thing around five times before the sixth would smack it right at him, as if targeting himself! He was fine though, two gloves would fly in for the lay up and keep the ball from getting close to Arata.
If one were to come in and interupt him though, one of the more comedic points in his personality came out, he was quite accident prone when it came to students. Always getting distracted by them when he goes for practice or anything of the like. If someone were to walk in and garner his attention away, the next thing either of them knew was that he was getting hit by a medicine ball full force, and sent somersaulting across the gymnasium floor. "Ow." Was all that could be heard from off screen.
His quirk had nothing to do with legs. His quirk had everything to do with a little sleight of hand, aptly named such. Arata stretched his arms out while he walked in to the open court, the dark marks on his knuckles starting to glow as six ghostly gloves appeared in to the air and clenched in to fists, sprawling their fingers out while they flicked about, just preparing themselves for a stretch. He did the same, interlocking his fingers together, pointing the palms of his hands upward while he cracked his knuckles. A long lean to the left, a twist to the right to get his spine ready, he seemed ready to try something a bit dangerous first.
Walking up to a medicine ball, a 35 pound medicine ball, he grabbed it with his regular hands and bent at the knees while he pushed it on the ground, bounced it up and hiked it high up in to the air. From there, it was a choreography of making his gloves weave through the air. He could command them with his mind, but it was easier to command them with movements of his body, it made their movements easier to track, but, Arata felt without any villains nearby, he could go easy on himself.
And so he would spend a good ten minutes, standing in place and making those gloves fly through the air, smacking the medicine ball around with powerful thumps that anyone outside could hear. If they were to peak in, they would find Arata spiking that medicine ball harder than volley ball professionals, usually knocking the thing around five times before the sixth would smack it right at him, as if targeting himself! He was fine though, two gloves would fly in for the lay up and keep the ball from getting close to Arata.
If one were to come in and interupt him though, one of the more comedic points in his personality came out, he was quite accident prone when it came to students. Always getting distracted by them when he goes for practice or anything of the like. If someone were to walk in and garner his attention away, the next thing either of them knew was that he was getting hit by a medicine ball full force, and sent somersaulting across the gymnasium floor. "Ow." Was all that could be heard from off screen.
