Post by Iwasaka Shouko on Feb 17, 2020 22:45:53 GMT -4
It was the day before the Sports Festival, and each and every student was busy training! It was hardly a surprise, then, that the sound of fists striking would could be heard coming from within the martial arts club's room. Aside from the convenient stage in the center, perfect for exhibition matches, the room also had numerous training dummies. Some were sophisticated, similar to the uncannily realistic dummies used by the school for training exercises- But many were more traditionally formed, such as the pillars of wood used to practice Wing Chun. Of course their would be, as the former club president had been a major fan of that art.
It was one of these older fashioned striking posts which any newcomer would witness in use at this time- A brunette girl with hair tied back struck at the wooden stick with carefully controlled force- She was more than capable of breaking it, but did not want to! A fist struck the protective cord wrapped around the post, followed by an elbow strike, as the girl worked her way around the inanimate object. It was no substitute for a live opponent, of course- But the satisfying thwonking noise it made was unparalleled!
If one was so inclined to take a closer look at the girl who was batting aside an imaginary counterattack with the back of her arm, they would find her mode of dress unusual. To say the least. She wore neither the blue athletic uniform distributed by the school, nor the white gi robe often seen in this very club. Her outfit trended towards the latter- It was a cross between a robe and a tunic, a single piece of cloth forming both shirt and skirt. However, the fabric was thick, and the entire ensemble was sleeveless- Allowing it to be folded out of a single rectangle of cloth, an important point considering the wearer's quirk.
A quirk which would not be immediately obvious, the only indication visible above that odd garment being the ties which held her hair back into long and messy tails. It was easy to miss, especially without looking closely- But she had somehow managed to thread her hair through rigid bands of stone... The difficulty of which was probably the reason they often exploded into many strands, as opposed to holding together.
Regardless, the action would intensify as she battered away at the post. If one was familiar with martial arts, they would quickly see that her movements were not from any conventional style- Or rather, it seemed as though she had collected numerous styles, stripped them down into basic concepts, and remolded them in her own image. Which she had, creating the self-made martial art which she called Yaogun! Blending her quirk's traits with the myriad matches she had analyzed, a new style had been born!
She had taught herself, but would she be able to teach others? Or was her Yaogun style too deeply entrenched in her own quirk, the theories which laid its groundwork unable to be passed on? That was a question... That would soon be answered.
It was one of these older fashioned striking posts which any newcomer would witness in use at this time- A brunette girl with hair tied back struck at the wooden stick with carefully controlled force- She was more than capable of breaking it, but did not want to! A fist struck the protective cord wrapped around the post, followed by an elbow strike, as the girl worked her way around the inanimate object. It was no substitute for a live opponent, of course- But the satisfying thwonking noise it made was unparalleled!
If one was so inclined to take a closer look at the girl who was batting aside an imaginary counterattack with the back of her arm, they would find her mode of dress unusual. To say the least. She wore neither the blue athletic uniform distributed by the school, nor the white gi robe often seen in this very club. Her outfit trended towards the latter- It was a cross between a robe and a tunic, a single piece of cloth forming both shirt and skirt. However, the fabric was thick, and the entire ensemble was sleeveless- Allowing it to be folded out of a single rectangle of cloth, an important point considering the wearer's quirk.
A quirk which would not be immediately obvious, the only indication visible above that odd garment being the ties which held her hair back into long and messy tails. It was easy to miss, especially without looking closely- But she had somehow managed to thread her hair through rigid bands of stone... The difficulty of which was probably the reason they often exploded into many strands, as opposed to holding together.
Regardless, the action would intensify as she battered away at the post. If one was familiar with martial arts, they would quickly see that her movements were not from any conventional style- Or rather, it seemed as though she had collected numerous styles, stripped them down into basic concepts, and remolded them in her own image. Which she had, creating the self-made martial art which she called Yaogun! Blending her quirk's traits with the myriad matches she had analyzed, a new style had been born!
She had taught herself, but would she be able to teach others? Or was her Yaogun style too deeply entrenched in her own quirk, the theories which laid its groundwork unable to be passed on? That was a question... That would soon be answered.
