Post by Sage on Mar 22, 2015 7:40:14 GMT
:as told from Kails perspective.:
It's been three year since Cato died. I still remember the lessons he taught me. The way he trained me to become a man. I've reflected on his lessons regarding life, learning and my training under him in martial arts. Especially the martial arts thing because of the tournaments I enter into now to pay for my own home and living expenses. The main thing he drilled into my mind was that learning more about the world and history is important.
"No matter how strong you get; it won't matter if you don't have the intelligence to use it and the wisdom to see when you're being taken advantage of"
I have to fight in this tournament though, so I better remember what I read about my possible opponents and go over my weakness in hand to hand combat. I need to work on my locks because my trainer told me that my aikido skills needed work. Fortunately I did get high praise from him regarding my knowledge of Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai, and the bits and pieces of Shaolin kung-fu I went over with him. I do need to get down more of the Krav Maga and Hapkido Cato hadn't had a chance to finish teaching me. Fortunately I had just found a trainer who specializes in Krav Maga last week. In fact I realized I was running late!
I expeditiously flew the three miles to the dojo I rented out to train with him at. Of course even flying there I couldn't get there on time. I made a note to stop being late all the time. At least this time the guy didn't leave. I check my watch. Only 8 minutes late. Not terrible. I smiled as I saw him,
"Sorry for being so late!," I wheezed out of breathe from running the last block. Almost forgot some people can't fly like me. Or are as strong as me. I'll need to keep this at the forefront of my thoughts during the training because this could get bad if I actually went all out. Like the time I almost killed that kid at the university and got myself expelled in the process.
"Not a problem. Let's just get right into it," he said.
We quickly move inside and place our training equipment inside. Like he said we literally got right to it. He swung at me right after I placed my bag down. He began pressuring me with a variety of moves focusing on my eyes, neck or throat, face, solar plexus, groin, ribs, knee, foot, or fingers at any given time. He was moving so fast I was quickly getting pushed back trying to keep myself from getting overwhelmed by him. He almost looked disappointed. I began letting go of my restraint slowly allowing myself to move faster and faster and working getting him trapped with an aikido wrist lock so I could catch my breathe and maybe tell him that I wanted him to teach the basics not learn them by fighting, but by watching and mimicking. He now looked a little more impressed but his eyes were telling me he wasn't fighting at full strength or he knew that I was holding. As the fight wore on I realized more and more he was holding himself back too and that until I released my restraints I wasn't going to be able to fight back as much as continue blocking. I also noticed he was able to evade my attempts to get him into any locks so I decided to move on to trying my Muay Thai deciding if I could at least knock him down I could cease this begin actually learning Krav Maga. I sidestep his next attack and begin by opening up with a jab to the side. Following up I nailed him with a cross as he attempts to block my next attack. His eyes widen trying to read my next move as his body takes on a more defensive stance. Realizing he's looking to counter attack; as that is the main point of Krav Maga; I go for a cobra punch(a superman punch[basically flying fist]) to the head, springboarding off a the nearer wall to me in order to land it. Knowing that he is now behind me although temporarily stunned from that last shot I spin around beginning to shift my gravity for a sweep kick. Then I notice it. He's bleeding! Not again! I begin cursing myself for not exercising better caution. Then he gets up. My jaw nearly drops off my face.
"Good to know I'm not training some weakling," he smiles at me.
"Good to know you're okay." I happily reply.
"My name's Kail Cilrag. I'm glad you were able to come here to train with me."
"My name is Yamcha Kenshin. That's why you paid me." Then I remembered having to spend the savings of the past three months hiring this guy to fly out here to teach me.
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Continuing this later. Need sleep.
It's been three year since Cato died. I still remember the lessons he taught me. The way he trained me to become a man. I've reflected on his lessons regarding life, learning and my training under him in martial arts. Especially the martial arts thing because of the tournaments I enter into now to pay for my own home and living expenses. The main thing he drilled into my mind was that learning more about the world and history is important.
"No matter how strong you get; it won't matter if you don't have the intelligence to use it and the wisdom to see when you're being taken advantage of"
I have to fight in this tournament though, so I better remember what I read about my possible opponents and go over my weakness in hand to hand combat. I need to work on my locks because my trainer told me that my aikido skills needed work. Fortunately I did get high praise from him regarding my knowledge of Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai, and the bits and pieces of Shaolin kung-fu I went over with him. I do need to get down more of the Krav Maga and Hapkido Cato hadn't had a chance to finish teaching me. Fortunately I had just found a trainer who specializes in Krav Maga last week. In fact I realized I was running late!
I expeditiously flew the three miles to the dojo I rented out to train with him at. Of course even flying there I couldn't get there on time. I made a note to stop being late all the time. At least this time the guy didn't leave. I check my watch. Only 8 minutes late. Not terrible. I smiled as I saw him,
"Sorry for being so late!," I wheezed out of breathe from running the last block. Almost forgot some people can't fly like me. Or are as strong as me. I'll need to keep this at the forefront of my thoughts during the training because this could get bad if I actually went all out. Like the time I almost killed that kid at the university and got myself expelled in the process.
"Not a problem. Let's just get right into it," he said.
We quickly move inside and place our training equipment inside. Like he said we literally got right to it. He swung at me right after I placed my bag down. He began pressuring me with a variety of moves focusing on my eyes, neck or throat, face, solar plexus, groin, ribs, knee, foot, or fingers at any given time. He was moving so fast I was quickly getting pushed back trying to keep myself from getting overwhelmed by him. He almost looked disappointed. I began letting go of my restraint slowly allowing myself to move faster and faster and working getting him trapped with an aikido wrist lock so I could catch my breathe and maybe tell him that I wanted him to teach the basics not learn them by fighting, but by watching and mimicking. He now looked a little more impressed but his eyes were telling me he wasn't fighting at full strength or he knew that I was holding. As the fight wore on I realized more and more he was holding himself back too and that until I released my restraints I wasn't going to be able to fight back as much as continue blocking. I also noticed he was able to evade my attempts to get him into any locks so I decided to move on to trying my Muay Thai deciding if I could at least knock him down I could cease this begin actually learning Krav Maga. I sidestep his next attack and begin by opening up with a jab to the side. Following up I nailed him with a cross as he attempts to block my next attack. His eyes widen trying to read my next move as his body takes on a more defensive stance. Realizing he's looking to counter attack; as that is the main point of Krav Maga; I go for a cobra punch(a superman punch[basically flying fist]) to the head, springboarding off a the nearer wall to me in order to land it. Knowing that he is now behind me although temporarily stunned from that last shot I spin around beginning to shift my gravity for a sweep kick. Then I notice it. He's bleeding! Not again! I begin cursing myself for not exercising better caution. Then he gets up. My jaw nearly drops off my face.
"Good to know I'm not training some weakling," he smiles at me.
"Good to know you're okay." I happily reply.
"My name's Kail Cilrag. I'm glad you were able to come here to train with me."
"My name is Yamcha Kenshin. That's why you paid me." Then I remembered having to spend the savings of the past three months hiring this guy to fly out here to teach me.
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Continuing this later. Need sleep.