by Satoshi Mon May 27, 2013 9:45 pm Well, I had two losses in a row since my last match.
I asked my friend if she wanted to spar, because I thought my wrists have healed enough. She showed some concern, but with enough persuading, she agreed. We changed and went into the extremely large practice building. I tossed a shinai to her, which she caught with perfect precision. I took one up and moved to the edge of the room.
We both slowly paced towards each other, then started to shift to the sides by slow steps. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed. She twisted her wrist and moved my sword outwards, and swung her sword into my side, staggering me. I regained balance and went into a more defensive mind-state.
I looked for the slightest movements. I noticed a slight movement in her foot and I immediately took one hand off the handle, and supported the blade with my arm. A large, powerful impact struck my sword and both my feet went back a little by the extreme force that she used. I was slowly getting overpowered.
My legs got lower and lower until I was on one knee, struggling to repel her blow. I pulled my arms back, absorbing some of the attack, and pushed as hard as I could, sending her tumbling back slightly. I quickly rushed to my feet and hit her in the shoulder with my blade. We both became motionless again, trying to anticipate the others techniques.
I tried stabbing at her, but she swiftly moved her arm upwards and uppercut my sword, making me wide open. She made a few quick jabs, hitting me in the ribs. I fell on my back, and slowly started to get up. As I looked up, I regretted taking my eyes off her. She was above me, weapon in hand. She struck down with monstrous strength.
Attempting to block again, I put my sword up, but with her power, she literally broke my sword in half. I stared absentmindedly at my sword, and had a familiar pain in my wrists. They were bleeding from the stress I put on them. Luckily, what we were wearing had long, albeit lose sleeves, so she couldn't see it.
I got up and she tried slashing at me again, I grabbed her wrist, pulled it behind me, and elbowed her in the stomach. She backed up slightly, and attacked again. This time, she swung her left hand, trying to punch me. I blocked it...barely. Both my hands were occupied, and she hit me in the side with the shinai.
I immediately dropped to the ground grasping my side. Pain was everywhere in my body, and it was hard to breathe. I tried getting up, but only fell back down from extreme imbalance. After many tries, I managed to stand up. She swung at me, and I managed to dodge, I tried to ball up my hands, but they weren't responding.
We both looked at the floor and saw crimson liquid drops on the floor. She immediately dropped her shinai and pulled my sleeves back. She noticed what this had done to my wrists and put new bandages on them because of the blood on the old ones. I told her that is was two losses in a row, and we had a nice time after that.
I guess that life isn't so bad after all. It seems to have some points where it can be nice, but the same thing applies for the downs in life.
I asked my friend if she wanted to spar, because I thought my wrists have healed enough. She showed some concern, but with enough persuading, she agreed. We changed and went into the extremely large practice building. I tossed a shinai to her, which she caught with perfect precision. I took one up and moved to the edge of the room.
We both slowly paced towards each other, then started to shift to the sides by slow steps. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed. She twisted her wrist and moved my sword outwards, and swung her sword into my side, staggering me. I regained balance and went into a more defensive mind-state.
I looked for the slightest movements. I noticed a slight movement in her foot and I immediately took one hand off the handle, and supported the blade with my arm. A large, powerful impact struck my sword and both my feet went back a little by the extreme force that she used. I was slowly getting overpowered.
My legs got lower and lower until I was on one knee, struggling to repel her blow. I pulled my arms back, absorbing some of the attack, and pushed as hard as I could, sending her tumbling back slightly. I quickly rushed to my feet and hit her in the shoulder with my blade. We both became motionless again, trying to anticipate the others techniques.
I tried stabbing at her, but she swiftly moved her arm upwards and uppercut my sword, making me wide open. She made a few quick jabs, hitting me in the ribs. I fell on my back, and slowly started to get up. As I looked up, I regretted taking my eyes off her. She was above me, weapon in hand. She struck down with monstrous strength.
Attempting to block again, I put my sword up, but with her power, she literally broke my sword in half. I stared absentmindedly at my sword, and had a familiar pain in my wrists. They were bleeding from the stress I put on them. Luckily, what we were wearing had long, albeit lose sleeves, so she couldn't see it.
I got up and she tried slashing at me again, I grabbed her wrist, pulled it behind me, and elbowed her in the stomach. She backed up slightly, and attacked again. This time, she swung her left hand, trying to punch me. I blocked it...barely. Both my hands were occupied, and she hit me in the side with the shinai.
I immediately dropped to the ground grasping my side. Pain was everywhere in my body, and it was hard to breathe. I tried getting up, but only fell back down from extreme imbalance. After many tries, I managed to stand up. She swung at me, and I managed to dodge, I tried to ball up my hands, but they weren't responding.
We both looked at the floor and saw crimson liquid drops on the floor. She immediately dropped her shinai and pulled my sleeves back. She noticed what this had done to my wrists and put new bandages on them because of the blood on the old ones. I told her that is was two losses in a row, and we had a nice time after that.
I guess that life isn't so bad after all. It seems to have some points where it can be nice, but the same thing applies for the downs in life.
