Post by Dosu on Mar 4, 2023 21:29:08 GMT -5
|Catching Your Breath|
PL: 426'000 (reads as 10 w/ Antisense ON)
For a while now Dosu had been resting at a Namekian village following the events of Gandigan’s parasite removal. After his crushing failure against the being called a “Majin”, he had spent most of his time receiving healing and taking it easy in preparation for the tournament. He had expected his arm to heal within a week or so, but the Namekian’s tricks proved to be much more effective than he would have thought. So much, in fact, that he believed that it had healed older wounds on top of it!
With that out of the way, all there was to do was wait until the day of the tournament. Dosu being Dosu, training was not really something he had a natural penchant for, especially not when he had the choice to skip it. On this day, however, maybe he was feeling a little homesick or maybe he simply couldn’t sit still, but he had to do something.
After a little walk in the fields, he began practicing katas that combined several basic moves of his tribe’s martial arts. It was something that had been ingrained into him since forever, allowing his body to move by itself while his mind wandered elsewhere. These different movements were linked together in order to showcase how the flow of power could circulate in one’s body and be redirected according to one’s desires.
Weirdly enough, the Heran always had trouble performing these moves in an actual combat setting, as if his body behaved in a totally different way when in a combat scenario, despite all of what he had learned becoming muscle memory.
As he did, he allowed his mind to wander off, memories of home surging in his head. Some great, some a bit less fun, but all memories nonetheless.He had come to enjoy his life and the freedom it gave him, but the world felt daunting at times. So many strong people going around with such big, complex goals that he felt he couldn’t measure up to them. Not that he cared, after all this lifestyle suited him. He thought that maybe his brother and sister would fare better than he did, but none of them would be too interested in the lives and actions of others. So long as they weren’t directly concerned, they wouldn’t budge. Dosu was like that, too, but maybe he was a bit more open-minded, at times.
His breathing under control, his movements were slow and precise. Maybe a little uncharacteristic of him, since he was always causing a ruckus wherever he went.
OOC: Open to everyone. Social thread, training thread, fighting thread, this can become anything!