Really, outside of a basic reservation, there was no holding the good spots. Certain training areas were better suited than others for specific tasks, and they tended to draw regulars. This inevitably led to the mistaken idea that certain areas were off limits to certain groups; usually along the lines of rank or clan or whatever. Bullshit. Just because no one expected a 14 year old to even know what calisthenics were, let alone how to do them properly, shouldn't preclude him from using the best equipment and tracks. After all, he was fully qualified as a ninja, even if his overall ranking was low. Really though, that meant little to him. If he was going to give himself a borderline asthma attack training properly, he was going to train properly.
So it was, a young doggo was working over a series of raised balance bars, both parallel and uneven; working on his balance and getting a good sweat going. Lithe, lean, and very, very pale; everything about this kid was pale skin and golden hair. Some sun kiss to his skin to take the almost unearthly paleness away would have the boy being rather attractive in that classical way; sharp angles and exotic colors on an (outwardly) healthy body made for a potential teenage heartthrob. But oh, that paleness that screamed years without sun, slight sunken quality to his cheeks and body; this was someone that had spent a very long time extremely sick, and was obviously still in recovery. Long term, maybe; but recovering nonetheless.
A somewhat sour expression on the boy's face didn't help much either; although that sour expression was fairly obviously due to him missing the pull jump he was attempting. A set of triple bars, each a measure higher than the last; approximately 6ft, 7.5ft, and 10ft off the ground respectively. A resting pull jump from the lowest to highest bar; not impossible, but not without difficulty, and definitely not a beginners skill. Something today was holding him back; a twinge in the wrist, hitch in the breath on the pull leap; whatever it was, the failures had him dropping a fair distance to the ground and the starts of bruises where already visible. Curses flowed like water in a stream freon the boy's lips, with a fluency that would astound most, and a vulgarity to redden the hardest sailor ears.
Nearby, a young snow white pup napped in the dappled shade of a moderately large oak; ears twitching in time to whatever dream she had going in her mind's eye. A backpack sat beside her, occasionally being thumped by the long, fuzzy tail of the young beast. Half spilling from the bag were various training aides and scrolls; resistance bands, weights, etc. Tools for later, if the blonde didn't end up breaking a bone falling off the bars. Bright sun, warm breeze; a bit strange for midwinter, but great weather overall. That was why it was so strange to the boy that he'd not been bothered yet by someone else looking to get in some time before the cold rains settled back in.
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So it was, a young doggo was working over a series of raised balance bars, both parallel and uneven; working on his balance and getting a good sweat going. Lithe, lean, and very, very pale; everything about this kid was pale skin and golden hair. Some sun kiss to his skin to take the almost unearthly paleness away would have the boy being rather attractive in that classical way; sharp angles and exotic colors on an (outwardly) healthy body made for a potential teenage heartthrob. But oh, that paleness that screamed years without sun, slight sunken quality to his cheeks and body; this was someone that had spent a very long time extremely sick, and was obviously still in recovery. Long term, maybe; but recovering nonetheless.
A somewhat sour expression on the boy's face didn't help much either; although that sour expression was fairly obviously due to him missing the pull jump he was attempting. A set of triple bars, each a measure higher than the last; approximately 6ft, 7.5ft, and 10ft off the ground respectively. A resting pull jump from the lowest to highest bar; not impossible, but not without difficulty, and definitely not a beginners skill. Something today was holding him back; a twinge in the wrist, hitch in the breath on the pull leap; whatever it was, the failures had him dropping a fair distance to the ground and the starts of bruises where already visible. Curses flowed like water in a stream freon the boy's lips, with a fluency that would astound most, and a vulgarity to redden the hardest sailor ears.
Nearby, a young snow white pup napped in the dappled shade of a moderately large oak; ears twitching in time to whatever dream she had going in her mind's eye. A backpack sat beside her, occasionally being thumped by the long, fuzzy tail of the young beast. Half spilling from the bag were various training aides and scrolls; resistance bands, weights, etc. Tools for later, if the blonde didn't end up breaking a bone falling off the bars. Bright sun, warm breeze; a bit strange for midwinter, but great weather overall. That was why it was so strange to the boy that he'd not been bothered yet by someone else looking to get in some time before the cold rains settled back in.
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