After school we went to the oval because the booking I had was an hour after 3. We went to go spar for 30 minutes then started walking out the school gates.
This has been a daily routine we all did, Dominic was quite the guy, he could last against me in full power for a minute. I applaud him. Though I do feel a bit guilty.
I might have over done it. I offered to pay his hospital fees as he had a broken rib, a swollen eye, dislocated knee and fracture arm. He just refused with a smile and ruffled my hair with his non broken arm. It looked a bit weird because I said sorry with a straight face then he ruffled my hair while I still had a straight face. My messy blonde hair covered my guilty eyes as I tilted my head slightly down.
He looked like a big brother, he was about 185cm, very tall for a 17 year old male.
His dark brown hair which was brushed to the side emphasised his smile and he assured me I wouldn't be taking the blame for a spar.
I still feel bad though.
Compared to Dominic Yuuta's hair was messy, but looked neat at the same time, it framed his face in a way he looked cool and careless. Those two were definitely lookers. Walking out of school together we were going to the dojo today.
We decided to take Yuuta's hummer as that would attract less attention then my cars.
"17 Yile street, Joklen" I said to the driver. It was a 20 minute drive from here so we'd make it in time.
The dojo was an old fashion rich Japanese house that was a historical relic until the old man bought it and negotiated its use as a martial arts dojo.
He specifically chooses his students so
1. The dojo wouldn't be recked
2. So he could up hold his reputation as the legendary master.
"So this is the legendary's dojo," I heard Yuuta say in a flat voice.
No matter how he said it one couldn't miss the admiration as he looked at the beautiful building. He was Japanese after all.
The sliding door opened.
"Ahh, Micheal, nice to be able to train you again. Who is this lovely young man you've brought with you," he said with obvious interest.
Thought out my life I've always been a loner. So his surprise was predicted. He also probably knew who Yuuta was as he himself was a high class man.
"Old man you already know who he is, can we go in?"
I asked
"Of course, lets start, Micheal, Yuuta."
He said as he headed in.
Yuuta remained silent but followed in.
"Here are you cloths, Micheal show Yuuta where the change rooms are then go straight to the main dojo. " he said
There must already be students there waiting for 4 to strike.
The change rooms where normal just looked to be made out of bamboo. Yuuta looked very strange to me in a uniform, at the same time normal. The white yakata like cloths fit him, he looked like a royal prince going to a tea ceremony. It was amusing to think like that. I chuckled at him in his uniform was which earned a scowl from him.
"Hurry up let's go"
We arrived at the main dojo to see adults stretching. The old man came in through the sliding door at the opposite side. He did a sweep of the main dojo with his eyes and started the lesson.
"Alright, Let's start with a warm up, set a, d then j on the dummies, repeat that sequence 20 times then do 50 sit-ups then end with 30 squats and push ups" He said.
The old man then left, probably going to get some tea. The adults got straight to it but I pulled Yuuta over to explain.
"Set a is kick, uppercut, side punch, roundhouse go around then sweep.
Set d is 10 alternated punches, jab to the stomach, knee the side then proceed the kick to the chin.
Set j is palm thrust to the bottom of the chin, knee to the stomach jump switch legs then strike to the knee caps, use the knee caps as land then jump twist and kick to the face."
Yuuta stares at my face for a bit, then I turned and started to the dojo set a. I then saw Yuuta go out of his trance and execute the moves in perfect order.
His memory is one of the best it seems.
Though his technique is a little bit rough.
I got tired after the sequence, I really needed to come here more often, usually I'd get tired after the warm up not in the middle.
Yuuta was tiring out in the 10th repeat. That is really good considering he hasn't done this regime before. Most of the adults were our ages ago, they stopped after the first one having already fired them selves out.The dummies were high quality dolls that where shaped like humans and would move on their joints if enough pressure was put on them but they would remain stuck on the floor.
The old man came back in after 20 minutes in surprise to see I was still doing the warm up while panting. He could clearly see that I haven't been training as his face had a slight frown on it.
His eyes were shining when he saw Yuuta keeping up even if he was breathing heavily.
"That enough, Yuuta would you consider being a student of this dojo?" The old man said while help him up from his sit ups.
"I would be glad to," he said back to the old man, heavily panting.
The warmups were harsh, the actual training is harsher.
We went into the normal routine. It was brutal.
For the first half an hour we were building up muscle strength with calisthenics, we then did some endurance training by running 30 laps around the garden at the back which looked more like a forest. That was only the first hour!
After that it was improving technique with repetition of different movements for the next 15 minutes then another 15 minutes we did some sets. For the last half an hour it was then pairing up and sparring.
After all that the old man still thinks that two hours is not enough.
Yes, I think he's crazy too.
Yuuta looked to be almost dead. I was genuinely hunched on my knees panting. Almost all the adults dropped out by then. They were on the sides just watching us do the rest of the training.
They should of been use to it already since that's what they do for the whole time. I did overhear something's but they were normal.
For example.
Newbie: how does he do that?! I can't even survive after the warm up!
Older student: that guy is superhuman, he can last for the the full two hours. Don't compare yourself to him. You are not even visible to him.
Newbie: *stares in admiration*
Older student:*hits his head*
This is my everyday life at the dojo.
Pretty boring.
After the training we were both puffed out on the floor with an obvious sheen of sweat, shining under the lights of the dojo full of a combination of sitting and dead men who were all tired to death from exhaustion.
"Congratulations Yuuta, you completes your trip to hell and back." I said to the now dead Yuuta who had his face to the floor.
He lift his head to then lay on his cheek.
"Now I know what death feels like" he said with his eyes closed.
I was smiling, sitting with my legs bent, feet on the floor and leaning back onto my straight arms. That was the most fun I had at the dojo, ever.
"Ok people, training over, go change you dead humans," the old man said with a smile as he left.
Everyone in the room groaned including Yuuta and I. We were the first to get up and I looked over at Yuuta smirking. Now he knows what it feels like when walking seems like a chore.
We both dragged our feet to the change room and lifted our what felt like 10 kilogram arms to undress and put on our school cloths.
I cane our first and went to the sink to splash my face before going back to meet Yuuta.
Grabbing our school bags we left the premises of the dojo.