Post by Nobu on Apr 10, 2008 0:17:34 GMT 1
Man, I wish they didn't take my sword at Narita International Airport. This sucks.
Nobu stood there, seemingly uninterested in the machine standing several feet away as he twirled an aluminum baseball bat in his left hand. He ran his free hand through his dark brown locks before he got into position to hit, placing his right hand on the handle of the bat and getting into a lefty hitting position. The bat was held steadily over his left shoulder, and soon as he heard the sound of the baseball leaving the machine, he steeled himself, glaring at the approaching white sphere as if it was moving in slow motion. With the powerful pang of a metal bat hitting a baseball, Nobu launched the ball a great distance, but remained prepared for the next one.
All the while he was hitting baseballs, Nobu couldn't help but let his mind wander. Eventually, his focus became almost autonomous, and he could hit the ball with little to no thought about it. He mostly thought things like, Wonder how I'm going to eat today or, Wonder how I'm going to eat tomorrow. Pretty much having a one-track mind, Nobu just thought of ways he could better his body and mind. He had everything else in place, from meditating, to training, to occasional, realistic combat. Everything else except sustenance to maintain his body and mind. He really needed a damn job so he could afford to buy food instead of stealing it.
It was evening, and there were a bunch of mosquitoes hovering around a lamp sitting a few feet away and above Nobu. One of the parasites got brave enough to approach Nobu and succeeded in landing on him and sucking his blood out. Nobu hit the next ball, and instantly smacked the mosquito away. He took note of it when it landed, but if he had moved to hit it he would've gotten smacked by a baseball.
So he continued, sighing before he smacked the next ball into the distance, causing it to hit the chain-link fence on the other side of the range. I should probably look for a job tonight. If not, first thing tomorrow morning.
Nobu stood there, seemingly uninterested in the machine standing several feet away as he twirled an aluminum baseball bat in his left hand. He ran his free hand through his dark brown locks before he got into position to hit, placing his right hand on the handle of the bat and getting into a lefty hitting position. The bat was held steadily over his left shoulder, and soon as he heard the sound of the baseball leaving the machine, he steeled himself, glaring at the approaching white sphere as if it was moving in slow motion. With the powerful pang of a metal bat hitting a baseball, Nobu launched the ball a great distance, but remained prepared for the next one.
All the while he was hitting baseballs, Nobu couldn't help but let his mind wander. Eventually, his focus became almost autonomous, and he could hit the ball with little to no thought about it. He mostly thought things like, Wonder how I'm going to eat today or, Wonder how I'm going to eat tomorrow. Pretty much having a one-track mind, Nobu just thought of ways he could better his body and mind. He had everything else in place, from meditating, to training, to occasional, realistic combat. Everything else except sustenance to maintain his body and mind. He really needed a damn job so he could afford to buy food instead of stealing it.
It was evening, and there were a bunch of mosquitoes hovering around a lamp sitting a few feet away and above Nobu. One of the parasites got brave enough to approach Nobu and succeeded in landing on him and sucking his blood out. Nobu hit the next ball, and instantly smacked the mosquito away. He took note of it when it landed, but if he had moved to hit it he would've gotten smacked by a baseball.
So he continued, sighing before he smacked the next ball into the distance, causing it to hit the chain-link fence on the other side of the range. I should probably look for a job tonight. If not, first thing tomorrow morning.