Classes in the gym were quite honestly Kuro’s most favorite without contest. While some thought was still required, she didn’t have to force her brain to think too much, as that usually just resulted in an unpleasant headache instead, anyway. And physical activity came to her way easier, too.
Though there was just one bit of criticism she had for this particular class. She could not choose what sort of physical activity to do. The teacher would give an explicit task and the students would practice that. So for today, it was martial arts. Something that was completely out of the girl’s skillset.
If it was running or simple exercises like weight lifting or squats, she was very confident in herself. This? Something that required proper technique? There was no reason for her to know anything about martial arts. She never had to fight anyone and she wasn’t particularly keen on getting hurt herself, either.
Still, she had to pass the class somehow. Facing off a punching bag, she was doing her best to perform a high kick. Others made it looks so easy, so why was her aim so awfully off? Her body was quite flexible, so it made absolutely no sense to her.
Or perhaps it was the fact that instead of focusing, she was merely gathering frustration and channeling it through her leg without direction. Regardless, she was doing quite poorly. “Tsk, no way this’ll ever be useful…” she ended up muttering to herself.
Though there was just one bit of criticism she had for this particular class. She could not choose what sort of physical activity to do. The teacher would give an explicit task and the students would practice that. So for today, it was martial arts. Something that was completely out of the girl’s skillset.
If it was running or simple exercises like weight lifting or squats, she was very confident in herself. This? Something that required proper technique? There was no reason for her to know anything about martial arts. She never had to fight anyone and she wasn’t particularly keen on getting hurt herself, either.
Still, she had to pass the class somehow. Facing off a punching bag, she was doing her best to perform a high kick. Others made it looks so easy, so why was her aim so awfully off? Her body was quite flexible, so it made absolutely no sense to her.
Or perhaps it was the fact that instead of focusing, she was merely gathering frustration and channeling it through her leg without direction. Regardless, she was doing quite poorly. “Tsk, no way this’ll ever be useful…” she ended up muttering to herself.