I inspected the set-up. Things seem to be a bit out of touch. I started whipping the training set-up to my liking, and surprisingly it wasn't very...how do I tell it...out of place. I was certain that the wood would have cracked down because of the exposure it's had over the years without any physical contact. But now it's safe to say that there seems to be someone who has used it regularly. Well, that's a good thing. This person seemed to have a good touch with the mechanics of this training ground. It's not like it's rocket science but one needs to be careful while wandering around here. One misstep and you'll be sent flying away into the sky and you could see the stars in broad daylight.
I started planning out my practice sessions. I took in all the input I remembered from my last fight with Yuki-nee's boyfriend. Though, the fight would be the wrong term here. It was clearly a one-sided ambush. But that's a whimsical excuse. If this was war, it's fair play for the enemy to strike me when I've let my guard down. That being said, it did expose a few flaws of mine which I can work on now. At this point, academics is not my major concern, since this school doesn't focus on it entirely.
So I could afford this time off. But that doesn't mean I could do this for months. There was a certain time limit I could afford before I have to kiss goodbye to this vacation. Though, even if it's strange, it feels nice to be motivated every once in a while. Though this was not any vacation for me, and I must remember that. If Aunt Katsuragi can't help me, then only I can help myself. I completely understand her reason for not helping me or having anything to do with me. It's perfectly reasonable.
My mom and Aunt Katsuragi have been on bad terms. Even if they are sisters, they still rarely stay in touch with each other. At first, I assumed that it was because of my mom. Naturally, that was the easiest assumption to make. But later, I came to the realization that it wasn't as simple as that and that my mom held a grudge over Aunt and she is who she is because of Aunt Katsuragi.
But I don't hate Aunt Katsuragi by any accord. I've lived with her for a while, even though the time was short and brief, plus the fact that I was a small kid back then has overwritten some of my memories. So I'm not 100% certain about what happened back then. But in the end, I'm sure that things ended on a sour note. And ever since then I haven't heard from my aunt. I guess she didn't want to have anything with me ever again. And I respect her feelings. That's why I won't pressurize her and coerce her into my will to help me with my own troublesome life and its stupid encounters.
That being said, without her guidance, my progression rate has dipped down quite a lot than I had imagined. It's barely 3 in the afternoon and already began to slack. At this rate, I wouldn't be able to even land a blow on him. But before that, I'd lose all the motivation I have left in me to even train. Plus, I've fixed a time period of 3 weeks.
Let's see.
3 weeks.
21 days.
1 day has 24 hours.
That means 21 days have 504 hours.
Each hour has 60 mins.
That means a day has 1440 minutes.
And that would mean 21 days would have 30240 minutes.
Wait a minute. Why am I having this stupid thought? It's not like I would suddenly be a super genius who'd properly calculate everything around and make it work. What am I? A supervillain to be systematic and be loyal to my routine?! Anyway putting that aside, I still did have 504 hours in my hands.
If I restrict my sleep to 7 hours per day, then that would take 147 hours. And with a warm-up jog of 2 hours plus getting the necessary rations and utility tools every day taking an hour each, that would amount to 3 hours per day. Which would amount to 63 hours. A total of 210 hours.
That would leave me with 294 hours. Training beyond 6 hours per day would be a risk. So I should allow 126 hours of training. I'll be left with 168 hours. I could rehabilitate for 2 hours tops every day. That would amount to 42 hours. I'll still be left with 124 hours. Hmm...Am I missing something? Ah yes. How could I forget?! Hygiene. And also replenishing my energy. That meant, cooking and other stuff.
If I incorporated taking a bath twice a day, and cooking to a total of 4 hours, that would take out 84 hours. Which would mean I would be left with 40 hours. 40 hours would be the marginal time needed for the of-chance that I encounter an unexpected and unchartered territory. Plus, I could use that 40 hours to take an extra hour of nap. Just in case I needed it. Yes, this was perfect. On paper that is. In reality, how much of this can I bring to fruition? Well, only time shall tell. But I must put in my effort. Otherwise, it'll all be a bust. And a waste of energy and brain cells.
That being said, I'm beat already. And I've barely trained for 2 hours. Maybe the setup isn't right or my knowledge is limited. Or there were some other factors. All in all, my hands are tied up. I need to try something else. I could spend a max of 2 hours per day on leisure activities. And maybe, today, it accounted for this. Yes, let's get cracking. Time to find a solution.
Just like that, the sunset, and my progress amounted to nothing.