Instructor Nomura Once Again (And Polearm For All)
Three months. That was how long it had been since Nida had last done this seriously. Two months here, and a busy month of missions back home. Three months since he'd walked into a training space with the absolute understanding going in that he had a reason to be there other than being fit. Three months since he had the prospect of more than just sparring. Three months and finally he could feel like he had one of his titles back, even if it was the least of those he used to hold to himself.
Back home, back with SeeD, Nida had served as more than a mercenary. As the top polearms expert, he'd taken over combat instruction nearly ten months ago for his range of weapons. And, save for working once in a while with Billy, Nida hadn't really had a chance to get back into this role properly. But after the last few weeks, he needed the distraction, desperately, and with him finally done lining information up with Danny, he had resolved to dedicate himself to the fullest distractions he could.
In this case it meant starting with warmup exercises in the comfortable workout pants and tank-top he'd mentally categorized as 'dojo clothes' and wondering if there really would be anyone looking to learn such an 'unfashionable' weapon, even in a place like this.
Punching Bag Anyone?
Best part about being a Green, Nida had decided, was the damn usefulness of it in training instances. Sure, he wasn't exactly the best at hand to hand combat, even if he was improving some with Seifer and the occasional commentary from Danny, but he was durable. Knew how to take a fall, knew how to block a punch, knew how to be a frustrating target for someone.
And, given the fact that his power made him temporarily durable like he would be back home? Well, Nida would smile whenever he noticed someone warming up for a spot of punching or kicking practice. Can't teach them form, would be a bad instructor for that, but serving as a human training dummy? Nida was more than happy to do that with a moment of forewarning.
"If you want, I can serve as an extra dummy," he will offer anyone that seems to need the workout. "Don't worry, seems like powers are still easily available, and I'm a green."
Nida | OTA
Three months. That was how long it had been since Nida had last done this seriously. Two months here, and a busy month of missions back home. Three months since he'd walked into a training space with the absolute understanding going in that he had a reason to be there other than being fit. Three months since he had the prospect of more than just sparring. Three months and finally he could feel like he had one of his titles back, even if it was the least of those he used to hold to himself.
Back home, back with SeeD, Nida had served as more than a mercenary. As the top polearms expert, he'd taken over combat instruction nearly ten months ago for his range of weapons. And, save for working once in a while with Billy, Nida hadn't really had a chance to get back into this role properly. But after the last few weeks, he needed the distraction, desperately, and with him finally done lining information up with Danny, he had resolved to dedicate himself to the fullest distractions he could.
In this case it meant starting with warmup exercises in the comfortable workout pants and tank-top he'd mentally categorized as 'dojo clothes' and wondering if there really would be anyone looking to learn such an 'unfashionable' weapon, even in a place like this.
Punching Bag Anyone?
Best part about being a Green, Nida had decided, was the damn usefulness of it in training instances. Sure, he wasn't exactly the best at hand to hand combat, even if he was improving some with Seifer and the occasional commentary from Danny, but he was durable. Knew how to take a fall, knew how to block a punch, knew how to be a frustrating target for someone.
And, given the fact that his power made him temporarily durable like he would be back home? Well, Nida would smile whenever he noticed someone warming up for a spot of punching or kicking practice. Can't teach them form, would be a bad instructor for that, but serving as a human training dummy? Nida was more than happy to do that with a moment of forewarning.
"If you want, I can serve as an extra dummy," he will offer anyone that seems to need the workout. "Don't worry, seems like powers are still easily available, and I'm a green."