[center][h2]Gymnasium[/h2][color=Firebrick]Charles "Kaiser" Faust[/color][/center] During his running and jogging excercises Charles would often trance himself into a very complex mind construction he'd refer as the chess game. He'd always thought that the name was self-explanatory, so he never felt any need to think up any description of deep meaning with this excercise other than to clear the mind and metaphorically turn on the autopilot. This had worked famously in the past and he was quite prepared for it to continue working to his advantage. But before he knew it something came into his vision; a basketball. He rapidly halted and looked around him whilst slowly arching down to pick the ball up, before he'd expect anything someone shouted at him. "Hey, pass it over here!" It was undoubtedly a member of the basketball club. Before Charles did anything he quickly asked. "[color=Firebrick]Is it possible to join more than one after-school club in this academy?[/color]" He got a curious look from the members of the basketball clubs who were having a co-ed training session. "Uh, I don't know man- never thought of it. You should ask someone more, eh- capable of answering your question; like a teacher." Rapidly a female came up to him and gave him the look-over, he was quite unfazed and simply stood by, holding the basketball under his arm. "Why, are you interested in joining our club~?" The female had an interesting way to put word on things, but Charles was afraid that he would be unable to answer any such questions before he'd recieved an answer. "[color=Firebrick]Well, we'll simply have to see what happens. Anyway, here's your ball![/color]" Charles didn't expect much from his throw, so as he'd sent it flying in hopes of landing in the arms of one of the basketball players- he'd quickly decided to enter his trance and continue jogging. However, unlike his predictions he was quite unable to pass the ball to anyone- in fact, he sent it flying. Into the hoop of the opposite side of the room. Staring at his back like daggers the members were astonished and the female, who had now seemed to be the manager, quickly turned to disbelief. They wanted to bring back this mysterious man but the captain of the team quickly calmed everything down; they resumed practice- even though they had witnessed something quite impressive. But that was not the end to Charles' adventure- within mere moments a girl quickly revealed herself at the corner of Charles' eyes- she nearly walked into him, but Charles' had found his zone, and no matter what things she would be plotting he simply continued running- making sure to avoiding any obstacles on his path to the finishing line; this would be his final lap before he'd begin practicing his martial arts skills and after that he'd planned to find out if having two clubs was possible- maybe even more? After having jogged a large couple of laps around the quite huge gymnasium he now found himself having to dodge the same lady once more, as she proved quite the hindrance as she began to take out a punching bag- slowly walking across the wooden floor, and finally hanging it. Her slow nature was quite infuriating but he dealt with it until he had finished his final couple of laps. However, when he'd finally finished his laps, and breathed out the appropriate breaths, he now found himself walking over to the girl. As he walked towards her, she began throwing a couple of punches at the bag. Her frame and her punches were impressive- they held no form, yet they were properly coordinated; he was impressed, but such was the impression a teacher would feel from his student- he didn't feel threatened. She continued, the bag shaking ever more and a bit further at that. Charles found himself standing next to her, observing her trance like punching movements- her technique proved further more impressive now that he stood far closer to her than previously. Finally he'd seen enough and felt that he and his almighty glory of knowledge and wisdom would have to comment, and so he did. "[color=Firebrick]If you continue to punch like that your shoulder would get even more damaged, it's quite noticable that you've been to a fight- not only that but one of your arms isn't moving quite like it should.[/color]" "[color=Firebrick]Throwing raw punches is fine and all in an amateurish fight, but if you are in any kind of prolonged battle you'll not only burn yourself out, but also exhaust your muscles and damage them severly. Martial arts would no doubt solve your problem, what you need is a proper punching technique that doesn't leave you rolling around in bed after the battle; no matter the outcome.[/color]" [@ViolentViolet]