1, 2. 1, 2. 1, 2. The pattern kept going and going, Zen practiced the basic one two's of his fighting style in the training area. This was after class when he had that small confrontation with that snow-haired doe. The entirety of it hadn't been the whole reason why he showed up and started practicing, but it ultimately had him thinking about the different perspectives of the people who inhabited the world. The lion made that the point of his concentration and each punch resembled something. One, his views, two the others. Each one had equal strength and was just as integral as the other. One was could be perceived as stronger because of the bias put into it, but if a person shared the same amount of favoritism toward another point of view, then it becomes equal in strength. The paradox is that both are always equal in weight, but biases put up the perception that one is stronger than the other.
Dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a white, fitted tank-top, with his hair tied into a very large, very blonde ponytail that billowed, the young man ditched his usual armor and had it off to the side. This was the training arena, after all. Anyone could have decided they'd want to take him on, so he prepared to have everything at his disposal. Until then, however, he just practiced his simple combinations. Eventually, he began to mix it up. Threw in a simple jab, jab, body combo, then continued to step up each regimen. His sharp breaths left his lips with each punch thrown.
Fancy footwork was what he had. Despite his stature, Zen knew how to keep himself moving with speed and precision. A visible sweat began to build on his features after an hour or so of really going at it. Yet, he didn't feel fatigued or even close to it.
"I can see her point, I really can, but... She limits herself to just the logic in front of her! Things aren't as simple as one-plus-one equals two, it just isn't ever that simple." He told himself and that's when he threw in a quick, strong roundhouse kick. Then that's when he ducked and weaved, throwing his punches with full force and will. The air distorted slightly around each one and his face displayed utmost seriousness, as he moved across the area. Zen was fast and thus, his movements were hard to read. "Just like fighting, there isn't no one formula. Anything can happen at any time... Especially in a world like this, logic can easily be defied!" The lion reasoned.
He roared out at that final thought and threw a heavy punch into the ground. His aura brightened up around him and when that fist connected to the ground, it caused an earthquake in his general vicinity. However, nothing broke, nothing exploded, it was all just controlled energy. A single fist print was all he left in the ground after he removed it, followed by him letting out a sigh of respite. "That felt good. Maybe that's what everyone needs some time, a good moment of meditation on philosophy, while punching the crap out of something."
A hardy laugh exited his lips at the conclusion. Angelina Luna wasn't wrong one bit, she was right in her own regard, but what really got to him was how close-minded she was. Maybe she's opened to others' opinions once she has prolong exposure to them. That was his wishful thinking, he didn't know the woman at all to make such an assumption... Didn't mean he couldn't try.
Dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a white, fitted tank-top, with his hair tied into a very large, very blonde ponytail that billowed, the young man ditched his usual armor and had it off to the side. This was the training arena, after all. Anyone could have decided they'd want to take him on, so he prepared to have everything at his disposal. Until then, however, he just practiced his simple combinations. Eventually, he began to mix it up. Threw in a simple jab, jab, body combo, then continued to step up each regimen. His sharp breaths left his lips with each punch thrown.
Fancy footwork was what he had. Despite his stature, Zen knew how to keep himself moving with speed and precision. A visible sweat began to build on his features after an hour or so of really going at it. Yet, he didn't feel fatigued or even close to it.
"I can see her point, I really can, but... She limits herself to just the logic in front of her! Things aren't as simple as one-plus-one equals two, it just isn't ever that simple." He told himself and that's when he threw in a quick, strong roundhouse kick. Then that's when he ducked and weaved, throwing his punches with full force and will. The air distorted slightly around each one and his face displayed utmost seriousness, as he moved across the area. Zen was fast and thus, his movements were hard to read. "Just like fighting, there isn't no one formula. Anything can happen at any time... Especially in a world like this, logic can easily be defied!" The lion reasoned.
He roared out at that final thought and threw a heavy punch into the ground. His aura brightened up around him and when that fist connected to the ground, it caused an earthquake in his general vicinity. However, nothing broke, nothing exploded, it was all just controlled energy. A single fist print was all he left in the ground after he removed it, followed by him letting out a sigh of respite. "That felt good. Maybe that's what everyone needs some time, a good moment of meditation on philosophy, while punching the crap out of something."
A hardy laugh exited his lips at the conclusion. Angelina Luna wasn't wrong one bit, she was right in her own regard, but what really got to him was how close-minded she was. Maybe she's opened to others' opinions once she has prolong exposure to them. That was his wishful thinking, he didn't know the woman at all to make such an assumption... Didn't mean he couldn't try.