Well...first of all, it's a fine day with fluffy white clouds in the vast blue piece of dunno-what called the sky...
A 18 years old shonen headed on to school...
With his black Nike bag...
Black Nike shoes...
Black Giordano shirt...
Some random 3/4 pants...
And a big, budget, "slightly more than A2" folder...
He went in to his drawing class, and all went pretty smoothly, for the lecturer's a nice guy, and the shonen didn't really screw many things up...at least he hopes so...
Next, he went to do Maya...
Soon, he was alone again...
He then dragged he's carcass all the way down to MacDonald...finished his food in solitude...and next, headed for the library. He stayed in the library from 1500+ to 1825...killing time by drawing another character...
Evening came, and he went for some kendo orientation, for he strongly believed that he found himself a place where he belongs...
Hell is he wrong...
The sparring part did excite him a LOT...and it shall be the most fun thing that will ever occur to him should he take part in it. But the rest of the orientation is what he didn't expect, though they are necessary.
No battojutsu...
No hirazuki...
No gatotsu......DUH?! It'll be impressive if one would be able to perform, let alone landing it on anybody. But the shonen would LOVE to learn how to utilize it, probably other sword techniques as well...
Unfortunately, those are beyond the kendo club's arsenal...
At the same time, the family of the shonen is having another old school uproar once again, making it almost impossible......make that LITERALLY impossible to raise the matter to his family...
So yeah...it kinda suck...
I guess it's for the better, so the shonen can go back and focus on his MMA obsessions...be it professional or freestyle...
He'd love em all...
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