Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 17, 2017 3:23:49 GMT
Nakano was always a nice place to explore, and for many reasons. Outside of the broadway complex, they had a very vast rail system that had undergone some renovations given the earthquakes that happened years back. Some lines were restored while others were left to rot in the rubble and under meters among meters of yellow tape. Not very binding, a pair of scissors or a switchblade made short work of these plastic barriers. Not that it didn't seem immediately suspicious to go through cut emergency tape. However, some of them had more elaborate entrances than just through the front gates, some entrances were crushed straight through. Instead, people dug through to create their own passageways, something Kimura was fond of as a person.
Why did he travel to Nakano today? Since his recent choice to appear back into public view among the now properly lead Nightmare gang, it had also been time to return to his old hobbies. A friend he just managed to pass by on monday brought up one of his old loves, the art of boxing. A lot of his old partners were moving on with their life, either leaving from creative differences with the group or moving away to pursue a career or education. There was no blame put on them, people change and make tough decisions throughout life. It was their choice to live how they wished and one Nightmare oddly respected as long as you made no effort to stab them in the back. That brought him to this new meeting place that he'd explored many years ago.
It was here that he would be meeting some of the newer muscle, Hadezu, some of which were truly intimidated by him. Hell, some even called him crazy for asking to train with him, leading to a match of sorts. What was the worst that could come from these training drills and a few sparring rounds with this guy? They said he was unnatural, like a beast or a demon rather than a simple man. Kimura shrugged off these notions-- obviously there had to be a speck of humanity in him for them to manage to wrangle him into this organization. Most of them brought up that this man wasn't exactly bright however, so rather than meet underground, they decided upon the destroyed remains of the old railway entrance. Sighing, it was then that the young man realized he was early for his meeting with his sparring partner.
Taking a seat on the side of the road and putting down his gym bag as he waited. As he sat there, the esteemed conman of the gang swigged from a water bottle he grabbed from inside his bag. Placing it back inside, he took out a new item, the wraps in which to place on his hand. Hooking his thumb into tethered strings, the young man began to wrap it around his wrist before making it to the palm and soon his knuckles, making sure it was nice and firm on his hand. Repeating with the second, the white wraps complimented the shape of his hands-- hands he'd shaped by throwing fists at people's faces. Boxing was a violent pass time to some, but Kimura treated the hobby with elegance. He wasn't just some boxer, applying tact rather than sheer force to another person.
That's what the expectation of this match was, that he would outdo this opponent based on strategy alone. The stories they told didn't seem real, talking about a man who could easily take aim and rupture someone's kidney. Never had he heard talk of such a person before in his years absence from the group. Nightmare always had a way with words when talking up its members, a real fraternity or brotherhood to those it found it liked. They used to talk of Kimura in that same vein too, maybe they simply replaced him. A good day to find out, although it had been a while since he was in proper shape. He wasn't getting fat, but his figure sure changed for the worst since he'd decided to stay out of this life he chose for himself.
Why did he travel to Nakano today? Since his recent choice to appear back into public view among the now properly lead Nightmare gang, it had also been time to return to his old hobbies. A friend he just managed to pass by on monday brought up one of his old loves, the art of boxing. A lot of his old partners were moving on with their life, either leaving from creative differences with the group or moving away to pursue a career or education. There was no blame put on them, people change and make tough decisions throughout life. It was their choice to live how they wished and one Nightmare oddly respected as long as you made no effort to stab them in the back. That brought him to this new meeting place that he'd explored many years ago.
It was here that he would be meeting some of the newer muscle, Hadezu, some of which were truly intimidated by him. Hell, some even called him crazy for asking to train with him, leading to a match of sorts. What was the worst that could come from these training drills and a few sparring rounds with this guy? They said he was unnatural, like a beast or a demon rather than a simple man. Kimura shrugged off these notions-- obviously there had to be a speck of humanity in him for them to manage to wrangle him into this organization. Most of them brought up that this man wasn't exactly bright however, so rather than meet underground, they decided upon the destroyed remains of the old railway entrance. Sighing, it was then that the young man realized he was early for his meeting with his sparring partner.
Taking a seat on the side of the road and putting down his gym bag as he waited. As he sat there, the esteemed conman of the gang swigged from a water bottle he grabbed from inside his bag. Placing it back inside, he took out a new item, the wraps in which to place on his hand. Hooking his thumb into tethered strings, the young man began to wrap it around his wrist before making it to the palm and soon his knuckles, making sure it was nice and firm on his hand. Repeating with the second, the white wraps complimented the shape of his hands-- hands he'd shaped by throwing fists at people's faces. Boxing was a violent pass time to some, but Kimura treated the hobby with elegance. He wasn't just some boxer, applying tact rather than sheer force to another person.
That's what the expectation of this match was, that he would outdo this opponent based on strategy alone. The stories they told didn't seem real, talking about a man who could easily take aim and rupture someone's kidney. Never had he heard talk of such a person before in his years absence from the group. Nightmare always had a way with words when talking up its members, a real fraternity or brotherhood to those it found it liked. They used to talk of Kimura in that same vein too, maybe they simply replaced him. A good day to find out, although it had been a while since he was in proper shape. He wasn't getting fat, but his figure sure changed for the worst since he'd decided to stay out of this life he chose for himself.
