Awakening of a Fighter [Hikaru/Pear] [Dojo]

Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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The door and windows to Hikaru's home were open to let in the fresh air. Through these openings one could here a rapid "thwip, thwip, thwip" sound that, when investigated, revealed to be Hikaru skipping rope at a blurringly fast pace. She was running in place as the rope whirled around her, making a soft slap when it hit the stone floor beneath her.

Hikaru was shirtless, wearing only a sports bra for support, weighted wrist bands, weighted sash, and a loose set of weighted pants. Each jump forced the weights to bounce and tug on her. It would have messed up her pace if she hadn't learned to compensate for it long ago.Sweat dripped down her body in rivulets, and followed the curves of a life time of scars.

On hearing Peardian's voice Hikaru slowed her skipping and then stopped. She turned to Peardian and raised her hand in greeting, "Hello, Peardian."

Hikaru was breathing heavily, but she wasn't panting the breathless gasps of over-exertion. She was merely working at keeping her cardio up and always extending her stamina. Hikaru coiled up the rope in her hands and gestured for the little tuffle to come in.

Hikaru moved to the wash basin she filled with cool water and then dunked her entire head in. After a moment or two of bubbles Hikaru pulled out with a gasp and shook the droplets from her hair. She grabbed a hand towel folded next to the basin and began wiping away her sweat.

"What is it?" Hikaru's question was casual. She wasn't impatiently prompting Peardian. It was merely just her straightforward way to assume a visit had some purpose or other.

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Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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It wasn’t like Peardian to be timid. The way she inched into the domicile was quite unlike her. Hikaru stopped cleaning herself off for a moment, about to ask Peardian what was wrong, when the girl revealed she wanted Hikaru to train her. Hikaru could only blink in response.

Denth, Tonfa, Shallu, some other young Namekians and now Peardian?? What made these children think she was a teacher? Perhaps Hikaru was strong from her own personal training… but that was no inclination she would be able to teach and pass on that strength.

Hikaru moved to the refrigerator she had purchased on her last trip to Katas Market, and pulled out a reusable bottle of water from a set that she periodically filled from the town well. Hikaru turned and held the water out to Peardian in an offer. If the tuffle didn't want it, Hikaru would drink it.

“Training?” she asked quietly, as if to clarify.

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OOC Notes:
I'm basically writing this thread as if we're establishing Hikaru's dojo here with Peardian! So this is kinda the thread where Hikaru "gets" her dojo I purchased previously. With Peardian as her first student, Hikaru's school of martial arts will begin to develop!

Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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When Peardian turned the drink down in favor for her own, Hikaru shut her refrigerator and took a swig of water. She then leaned against the wall beside the appliance.

Hikaru’s intense stare looked Peardian up and down. Her red eyes analyzing small girl intently. Measuring her. Weighing her. She took in Pearidian’s awkward stance. The way she couldn’t look at Hikaru.

Hikaru had only known Peardian for a short while, but the girl had latched onto Hikaru in a way no one else had before. She was a jubilant force that Hikaru sometimes didn’t know what to do with… but she didn’t really mind it… In time she had even grown to kind of enjoy Peardian’s presence. It was refreshing to experience things with her just… outright joy.

However, for Hikaru training was just an exercise in pain; if not outright torture. Every teacher she had ever had, had subscribed to the school of “pain is just weakness leaving the body”. Hikaru didn’t want to just beat Peardian into a bloody pulp repeatedly. With that in mind Hikaru didn’t really know how to teach someone. How to explain things in anything resembling a lesson.

Hikaru looked at Peardian’s weighted clothing. She hadn’t stopped wearing them since she had gotten them. Everytime Hikaru met Peardian, she was wearing them. So she did have resolve. She hadn’t given up or gotten distracted. She was serious about chasing her dream to protect others…

Hikaru pushed away from the wall, and walked up to Peardian. She gently placed a calloused and scarred hand down on the girl’s shoulder.

“I don’t mind,” Hikaru murmured quietly, “but Peardian, I have never taught another before. So I’m not sure how well I could train you.”

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“Hm,” Hikaru’s lip twitched at the corner into a small smile. Then she lifted her water bottle and tapped the bottom of the bottle against her forehead. A small bonk.

“Come here tomorrow, dawn of the 3rd sun,” Hikaru said simply, then finished off the bottle of water.

With three different suns and no night time, time on Namek was measured by each sun’s progress. Schedules and people varied depending on the sun they followed for their rest period. The equivalent of going to bed. For followers of the 3rd sun, third dawn was extremely early. Depending on what sun Peardian followed this training period could either be ridiculously early, or late, or anything in between.

Hikaru moved to her water basin, and placed the bottle inside. She then turned back to Peardian and pointed at her, “We’ll start then…”

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Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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Throughout the rest of her day Hikaru had spent her time trying to think of how to train Peardian. What sort of training regimen she could come up for the girl. Hikaru had been thinking about it so deeply, it had distracted her from her meditation session with Mollau.

“It’s not like you to be so unfocused. What is the matter?” Mollau placed a hand on Hikaru’s shoulder.

The human remained silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before explaining, “Peardian, the tuffle girl, asked me to train her…”

“Ah,” Mollau nodded. Hikaru had told Mollau about Peardian before, so he had an idea of Hikaru’s concern, “And you don’t think she could handle it?”

Hikaru shook her head, “No. She’s strong.”

“Then what is the problem?” Mollau asked.

“...”

“Hikaru?”

“I have no idea how to teach.”

Mollau blinked and then couldn’t help but guffaw, “Is that all?”

Hikaru stared at him flatly.

Mollau quieted his guffaws into soft chuckles, “She asked you to train her. Not to teach her.”

“They’re the same thing.”

“No, they’re not,” Mollau shook his head, still chuckling, “You don’t need to explain or teach her anything. You just need guide her in how to train without hurting herself. Just evaluate how strong she is, and create something that matches her level.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Hikaru protested.

“Just take your own training regimen, and dial it down, Hikaru,” Mollau said.

Hikaru mentally looked at her own regimen, and grimaced internally. No, she didn’t want to put Pear through her damage resistance training… but her basic training… Road work, muscle training. Well, that wouldn’t be hard to adjust.

“I suppose,” Hikaru acquiesced.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Mollau said, “Now, come on. Let us try and meditate again.

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The dawn of the third sun came as it inevitably would. The door and windows to Hikaru’s home were shut tight. She had installed tight shutters and black out curtains to try and emulate a night time environment in her home. The human could sleep without them, she could sleep nearly anywhere (it was an important skill for a soldier), but it was a small luxury she could afford. So why not?

Upon the sound of Peardian’s knock, the door opened only a moment later. It wasn’t locked, locks weren’t common in a small village of warriors where everyone knew everyone else. Things were quite safe and trusted.

“Hello,” Hikaru gave Peardian a nod. She had obviously already been awake and prepared for Peardian’s arrival. She had already washed (her hair clean and smelling faintly of soap) and dressed for the day. She had traded in her Namekian wardrobe for more "earth-style" clothing, also weighted.

Instead of the purple gi and sash that was common amongst Namekians, she now wore a long hooded coat. It was a dark gray, not quite black. She had it zipped to the top of her high collar. Underneath she wore dark cargo pants, the baggy material tucked into her boots

Hanging from Hikaru’s left hand were two heavy looking ruck sucks.

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Total Word Count: 1,421

Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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Hikaru cocked her head. Asking for parental permission had never occurred to her, “Oh.”

She stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. Hikaru lifted up one of the rucksacks and held it out to her.

“Here, take this, I’ve adjusted the straps so they’ll fit around your wings. I’ll tighten the straps once it’s settled on your back.

Hikaru had filled both of the bags with necessities for a short trip. The weight wasn’t much compared to weighted clothing, especially the clothing Hikaru wore. But every bit helped.

“We’re going running to a certain location. I want you to keep up with my pace,” she explained, “We won’t be just sprinting or jogging. I’ll be switching our pace as we go.”

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Total Word Count: 1,550

Power Level: 20,401
Weighted Power Level: 5,100

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“Your teacher is right,” Hikaru mentally noted she needed to come up with a stretch routine for the start of their training sessions. Something that would work all their muscles as a warm up.

Hikaru stretched alongside Peardian, watching her form. Then she cocked her head to the side, a gesture for Peardian to follow her, and then she started jogging. She started with a light pace, wanting to see Peardian’s level of stamina.

A few minutes in Hikaru nodded.

And then she dashed forward in a sprint.

Hikaru didn’t look back to see if Peardian could keep up. She just ran, and it was up to Peardian to keep up with the pace that Hikaru set. It wasn’t an easy one, and Hikaru kept it going for a minute before dropping the pace back down to the earlier jog.

When she dropped the pace down, she looked over her shoulder at the tuffle and to see how she was keeping up. Hikaru planned to switch between a jogging and a sprint for the next 5 miles to see how well Peardian’s cardio was.

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