Tsukune walked up to the training dummies. Everyone else had already left, but Tsukune knew he'd have to shape up. Everyone else had gotten into a couple of scaps, and knew a little about how to fight. He had the raw strength, but he couldn't fight worth shit. He wasn't stupid enough to try using a gun - he wouldn't know what to do with it - but instead held up the weight, and marked his target. He would practise throwing heavy weights. That way he could put his strength to use in ranged combat. He missed the target, of course, but often went back for the weights, throwing again, practising until he would be interrupted.