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[i]One two.
One two three.
One two three four.
One two.
One two.[/i]

A dark-haired man with blue boxing gloves pummeled a heavy punching bag.
It had been some time since he decided to attend Hybrid Academy, and the first important thing he found himself doing after the Entrance Ceremony was punching an inanimate object... and even now, he punched inanimate objects. He had no objections to his schedule. He did, however, feel both unnerved and amazed at the people who fought strange things such as drones. Nevertheless, he paid little attention to his surroundings and focused more on balancing his speed and power.

[i]Jab. Jab, jab.
Hook.
Body blow.
Jab.
Duck.[/i]

Constantine Bang threw his torso down, taking a few steps to his right before delivering several more hooks at the punching bag. He was not the fastest thing alive, but he surely wasn’t the slowest. He continued to pummel the punching bag with a combination of hooks and jabs as he practiced positioning himself.
His feet sliding through the ground each time he made a step, the man used a Shoeshine Combination against the punching bag. Bang seemingly shuffled his feet as he slowly moved around at least thirty degrees around the cylindrical sandbag before punching the object with an uppercut.

[i]Exturbo.[/i]

Raising a fist behind his chest, the man swung an uppercut at the punching bag, propelling the bag away from him as it remained hooked to a punching bag stand he set up earlier. He stepped out of the way, letting the heavy punching bag swing past here he once stood.
He certainly did not lose his touch, but he still needed to further push his limits.
Taking a quick break, he picked up a water bottle that stood all by itself on the ground. A drink was all he needed before continuing his relentless training.