Hakuryu Mizushima: First Impressions!
First Stance: Basaltic Fist.
Hakuryu took a breath, his eyes closed, imagining an attack coming at him. He stepped forward his left arm extended partway, bent at the elbow the palm side of his fist facing upward a he pivoted his body. He turned at the waist thrusting his right fist forward to deliver a powerful punch which would have interrupted his "opponent's" attack. Second Stance: Phoenix Kick.
He continue forward. Hakuryu had shifted his weight onto his left leg, lifting his right only to bring it down before him. He kicked the ground, the force creating a powerful shockwave. Any normal opponent would have been surrounded by the wave that rose upward from the ground and hopefully at the very least they would have been put off balance. His mind brought forth the best case in which their balance was completely knocked off. And so he pressed forward. Third Stance: White Tiger's Dance.
He began with a punch, transitioning into a high kick, lean back, dodge, right punch, forward, twist and left kick, chop with the right, left hook, forward, right low kick, right upper kick, left body, right punch to bring them down.
The teens movements lulled for a moment as he prepared for the next stance. Fourth Stance.
With the first three forms he'd created the flow of air. He had to take control of it. The young man moved to manipulate it as he'd been taught, as he'd seen his master do a multiple occasions. Blue Dragon's...
He swallowed, moving to drive the "dragon" forward in the direction of his mental opponent. However, the flow of air, the beast he'd struggled to create fizzled part way through. He suck in a breath and dropped to his knees. He was shirtless, covered in sweat, practicing alone and out of sight far behind the school.
Hakuryu panted, his slammed his right fist into the ground, clenching his teeth. "Dammit."
There was something he was missing. Hadn't he mastered the stances? He did everything his master had showed him. "Fujimoto-Sensei makes it look so easy. Every time."
He growled before standing. The final bell rang. He'd had a phys. ed. class to end the day. Of course, he was the top of his class the for the male students. The fact he couldn't complete it wasn't what angered him most though. There was another form, a true ability which came when an individual mastered the four stances. He wanted to learn, but he was told to first master the Blue Dragon's Storm. What's worse, he could imagine Nakajima-Sensei and Soensaengnim Park laughing at him. Jerks!
He didn't have time to try again though. "Next time."
Hakuryu shook his head and laughed as he jumped to his feet and grabbed his things, trying to manage putting on the upper layer of his school uniform on the run. To say the least, a more than a few girls (and maybe some guys) were given a bit of eye candy as he ran back through the students who were either going home or heading to club meetings in favor of going to the Art club's room. By now it was mostly common knowledge that he'd dropped sports clubs and other ideas in favor for the art club, though why nobody knew. That didn't stop people from trying. "Sorry can't talk. No basketball this year. No more Football. No American Football either. Sorry I can't act as model for your club today. Sorry coach. Sorry sensei."
He gave replies as he moved, never really stopping fully to talk to anyone until he came by the Notice Board. "Oh hey Elena."
He smiled as he took a breath. "New recruit?"
He hadn't remembered exactly who Ixveria had described. "She's cute."
He spoke nonchalantly. He looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled, the buttons on his shirt were together, but in the wrong places. His jersey was slung over his shoulder with his bag. Still, he wasn't fazed by it. "Well, don't be late."
He hardly waited for the response assuming she wouldn't have tried to bring somebody over unless that was the case. So he resolved to move on. In fact, he was already halfway gone. He shifted his things around to take what he needed from his locked and got his shoes before heading out to the club building. "You know how Prez gets!"
He spoke up as he ran past Elena and Nora again. And so he was gone again.
Hakuryu took a breath as he finally reached the club room where Ixveria and Amelia were. It looked like he was the second to arrive, third if you counted their King herself. "Prez! Amelia! What's on the schedule for the day?"
He asked with a big smile, though he was still very much a mess, even if his hair had settled a bit.