no matter how half you ass it
08-14-2021, 05:34 PM
Fight training was good and all but in Kuroki's opinion nothing beat the real thing. He had little interest in learning about techniques and theories, things that would make him wise or observant, since in his mind all fighting boiled down to was hitting his opponent harder than they could in return. It was a crude and very basic way of looking at it, but so what? Instead of fussing over the details wasn't it a better use of his time to play it by feel and work out what worked best for him? He hated the idea of bending himself out of shape to fit someone else's ideal, he didn't want to follow the ways of a faceless sensei he'd never even met. Practice made perfect and Kuroki was willing to fight as much as he needed to, all just to nail down his way. A masterless path.
And so once again he stood upon the battlefield, readied up in his equipment with his companions by his side. As was customary he tipped his head back and let out a lazy call, he wasn't asking for much, just for someone to give him a good run for his money.