Snippets of Hikaru's Days (Closed Solo)

Jab jab. Cross. Jab. Hook.

Hikaru continued the light skip on her toes, bouncing lightly to keep her momentum going. She stepped in and let loose a flurry of punches. The air whiffed from the speed and pressure of her movements.

Sora had shown Hikaru some boxing techniques. She had been curious when he had mentioned that it had been a human martial art to begin with. Hikaru had little to no knowledge of her race's culture. She had been a part of the PTO her whole life. So the chance to learn something of her people greatly intruiged her.

Sora had been more than ecstatic to share his passion for his hobby with her. He had spoken so incredibly fast and wild that Hikaru had, had trouble following. It took Sora some time but he did manage to share with Hikaru some of the absolute basics.

Jab. Jab. Hook. Jab. Jab. Cross hook.

No. Faster. She needed to be faster.

It would have been a simple matter to take off the weights she'd been wearing. But that would be cheating. She needed to get this speed down with the weights. Hikaru wouldn't accept anything less.

Hikaru tightened her guard and began weaving her head in a defensive posture like Sora taught her. Then she dashed in and set about with another combination of punches. Her punches were sharp, and they were tight. But something was missing. They didnt make the same sound as Sora's.

Hikaru ended the sequence with one last punch. The attack had been so powerful, the wind pressure kicked up some of the blue grass in the field around her.

Sweat trickled down into Hikaru's eyes. She blinked and then wiped the sweat away with her weighted sweat band. Sweat covered her body in a light sheen from the work out.

Hikaru sighed and moved to the small pack she had brought with her. It contained enough food for her afternoon and evening meals, and several bottles of water. Hikaru took the first one and cracked the seal.

The water was so clean it was practically sweet. Hikaru took a grateful swig. She may be reckless in combat, risking injury. But she was a bit more responsible in her training. She took breaks, stayed hydrated, and was careful not to overwork herself.

...most of the time.

Hikaru screwed the cap back on, and then packed the water away. She then pulled out a timepiece. She couldn't measure the day by the movement of the suns. She hadn’t quite figured out Namekian time in relation to it. So Hikaru always kept a time piece with her. She had promised Mollau that she would come back to the village before the 3rd village shift. The equivalent of late evening for Namek.

He’d scold her until he was purple in the face if she wasn’t back by then. Mollau was still overly concerned for Hikaru’s health, even though she had been deemed fully healed. By himself no less! But he seemed to have grown to care for Hikaru and had taken her in as a sort of ward.

Hikaru no longer stayed in the healer’s hut. The place where the injured and infirm were taken. Where she herself had been originally taken. She now stayed with Mollau in his home. At least until she had settled into her own home.

Hikaru packed away the time piece and then shrugged on the pack. She shifted her shoulders making sure it settled comfortably, then she took off at a run.

One could never do too much cardio. It was the best way to keep up one’s stamina. Hikaru ran everyday, or barring that, she skipped rope. Skipping rope was an excellent way of doing cardio while remaining in one place.

Hikaru made her way to the nearest river bank. One with a more sandy shore line. There her toes sank deeper into the sand, and required extra strength to push off. It was a great way to train your toes, and to give yourself the slightest boost to your dashing speed.

And in combat even the slightest boost could make all the difference.

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