AkairoThe sounds of two shinai, clashing, bounced within the walls of the dojo at the Hoshi residence. Akairo and his father have been going at it since before the break of dawn. Had there been any spectators, it would appear as if either one was fighting his own reflection. Moves were matched and countered, seemingly flawlessly, by both parties. For any fan of the sport, it was like watching two titans going at it. It gave Akairo a rush that he very much enjoyed. If he wanted to win he could easily accelerate himself, making things all too easy. If he were the type to rely on his acceleration, for every little thing in his life, then he would say "the hell with practice!". Doing things the "normal" way was so much more invigorating. It instills a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you don't always need to cheat to get where you want.
Finally, it was time to end the games. Akairo had the biggest advantage of all, his youth. With a swift step, forward, it appeared as if he was aiming for a thrust to the chest. His father prepared his defense, as planned. Before there was any time to react, with a quick rotation, Akairo redirected his attack to his fathers head. Rendered helpless, his father took the, forceful, blow and stumbled backwards. Huffing and puffing, sweat dripping down their faces, both removed their men (head piece) to reveal, bright, smiles.
"HA! Geez kid... I remember when your shinai was taller than you were. You couldn't defend or score for nothin! Now look at ya... Got your old man all shook" his father jested
"You've only got yourself to blame, 'old man'" Akairo teased and laughed
"Right! Well, go get washed up. I'm your mother is whipping up something delicious now"With that, the two made their way to the main house. They would part way, upon arrival, only to head to their respective wash areas; otherwise known as the bathroom. After Akairo's refreshing, steaming, hot, shower, he ran downstairs. His senses were blessed by the scent of some good cooking. He followed his nose, like a dog, all the way to the kitchen. There he would greet his mother.
"Morning! Whatcha got today?" Akairo questioned as he crept up, behind his mother, attacking her with hugs and kisses.
"Oh no! What is this?! Heeeeeeeey! You're going to make me mess this up!" she giggled and squirmed in his his arms. Appearing fearful, as if he actually believed he would mess up his mothers concoction, she was released
"What does it matter what i'm cooking anyway? Don't you love my cooking?" she questioned with a, phony, pout.
"Well yeah... of course I do mom""Then sit down and enjoy!"Akairo found a spot at the table and his father joined the picture, but only for a brief moment. He snagged his packaged breakfast and lunch, kiss from his wife, keys to the car, and rushed out the door. It was all so smooth.
Thanks hun! Have a good day kid... and never question your mothers cooking!" he said, as the door shut behind him. Shortly after, his mother met him at the table with Oyakodon. A bowl of chicken, egg, and rice. As soon as the bowl was set down, Akairo shoveled down its contents.
"Thanks! You're the best" he reminded his mother
"I know"After breakfast, Akairo retreated to the confines of his room. There he skimmed through his, rather large, assortment of books. He slides out the most appealing. A medieval/fantasy. Without wasting time, he practically jumps into the computer chair -luckily he tilt it and fall backwards- and dives into the pages of his book. Lost in the story, it shredded away the rest of his morning.
Noon was rolling around and Akairo's stomach was starting to give warning. He needed to find something to eat soon. His mother had left for work earlier, so he would either have to try his hand at stirring the pot or eat out. A crucial decision and he was a little reluctant after, just now, noticing the weather condition. He sighed as he came to a decision. He just hoped it wasn't the wrong one. A little bit of water never hurt anybody. Akairo knew he really wouldn't mind, once he was out the house, anyway. Nothing can make a person feel more lonely than keeping themselves trapped in a, giant, empty, house. Akairo bookmarked his stopping point, set the book down, and got dressed.
@ADamnFiddleRain boots strapped, rain coat buttoned, and umbrella in-hand, he stood at the front door. He shut his eyes, for a brief moment, and gave himself a quick pep talk; reassuring himself that everything was going to be alright. It's just rain. With that, he opened his eyes, and flung open the door. He frisked himself, one last time, making sure that he had everything of importance. Then came the first step for man. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going to go. The plan, for now, was just walk and enjoy the fresh air.
Eventually, Akairo would find himself in front of the aracde. Food options didn't seem all too appealing, at the concession. Super greasy or slightly less greasy food? It didn't matter. The only reason he's even considering it is because, at least here, he can indulge his inner nerd and satisfy basic human necesities, at the same time. Having made a fairly quick decision, he enters. Naturally, his first scans the room for any familiar faces.
