Gloves On! When Your Ready!

Jinsei stepped into his phys. ed class, he wore his gloves, a white 'wife beater' and some gym shorts that bared the schools logo, his shoes and his bag were held into the room and put aside in a corner. Walking up to the rest of the class, he got on his knees like everyone else before the gym teacher.

Mr. Tama finished checking through his attendance list, erasing absent from Jinsei Inoue and replacing it with late. Clacking his pen down on the clipboard that he carried he looked over the class. "Alright, everyone grab a mat and get practicing."

Jinsei hopped to his feet, walking to a mat aside in the corner, near his stuff, stretching before he begun.

Mr. Tama's whistle blew. "Begin!" He shouted.

The sound of leather being pounded sounded like a repetition of drums, with the single off beat where Jinsei was doing his double hits, on the contrary to two, timely placed hits. Rather than right punch, one second, left punch, Jinsei gave no pause, throwing in the occasional high swipe kick that made the bag sway. Holding it back into place he repeated the same thing over, and over, and over. Again he finished with a high kick, but this time as the bag swayed, he watched everyone else for a moment before continuing his own repetitions.

Half way through the class, Jinsei did only high kicks, Without the power however. It was a matter of sustaining his flexibility, do as much as he could without muscle strain, and eventually he'd be okay pushing a little further. The bell sounded, kids gathered their stuff and left. Jinsei squatted by his bag and pulled out a towel, whiping the sweat from his brow and neck. Letting it sway from his neck as he grabbed his shoes and socks, put them back on, grabbed his bag and left.