The rest of the school day was fairly ordinary, nothing really caught Takir's eye.
Takir stood in front of the school for several minutes after it had let out, thinking to himself. Eventually he reached his right hand under his left wrist, and pulled open the cuff. Underneath it rested a piece of metal covering his wrist in a similar fashion that the cuff had. The engraving upon the end of the metal that faced his hand read: "5kg"
"I need these upped again..." He said as his right hand brushed across the surface of the weight.
Takir wandered away from the front of the school, strolling towards an inconspicuous building about a mile from the school. It took him a while to get there with the pace he had set, but this gave him time to think to himself.
When he arrived at his destination he noted that the outside of the building was bare, the posters, advertisements, even the graffiti was gone. He pushed open the double steel doors that lead into the structure. The inside looked much like the outside, the walls had been stripped of everything, most of the equipment that used to be here was gone.
"Anybody here!?" His voiced echoed through the structure. Shortly thereafter a man stepped out from behind one of the walls in the back that lead to another area of the building. The man was an elderly oriental man, he looked to be in his early 70s or so.
"Takir," he began, "I wasn't expecting you to visit today. However, it is useful that you happened by. As you may have already determined, the dojo is being shut down."
"Sensei, why-" Takir started, but was immediately cut off.
"Please, I am a sensei no longer. Only a humble man who once taught the art of combat to another generation." The older man stated.
Takir's eyes wandered towards the ground, "You... will always be sensei to me. You've been like a father to me since the day I left my parents..."
"Your words are too kind, young one. However, I'm sure this is not what you came to me to discuss." The old man responded.
Takir's eyes came back up to meet the older man's, "Indeed." Takir raised up his right arm, "I need more."
"More? You are carrying ten kilograms on your arms, adding more will not serve to make you stronger."
Takir lowered his arm and turn around, looking down at his palms, "Strength... is not what I desire..... This, is discipline."
"Discipline?" The man took a while before he said anything else. "Fine, give me what you've got."
Takir removed the cuffs and weights from both of his arms, one at a time, allowing them to fall to the floor with a powerful clank noise. 'This freedom... I do not yet deserve.' he thought. He then reached down and picked up the weights and handed them to the elderly man.
The old man took the weights and walked back behind the wall he had come from behind before. He returned shortly with four similarly shaped weights in his arms.
"Four?" Takir inquired. Only after asking did he realize that two of them were a different size.
"Two... for your legs. If you are weighing yourself down as a form of self punishment, you must spread the load."
Each of the weights read: 3kg. For a grand total of twelve kilograms. "I understand." Takir said as he attached the new weights to his wrists.
"Please, pardon an old man for sticking his nose in another man's business... but what happened, that makes you feel that this is necessary?"
Takir rose to his feet as he finished attaching the last weight to his left ankle, "My sister... When I abandoned my parents, I was thinking selfishly. I didn't think of the impact it would have on her... losing her only brother. I'll be wearing these weights until I make amends for such an unthoughtful act."
"Forgive me-" the old man started. "Don't worry about it. It feels better to let somebody know, than to keep it hidden inside," Takir butted in.
As he headed out the door he said to the man, "Keep in contact alright? You don't want me throwing more onto this load do you? Heh."
Takir stepped out into the evening light and looked up into the sky. "I wonder where you are now... sis." he whispered to himself.
Suddenly thoughts came rushing to his mind, his eyes widened almost as if in fear, "Oh crap! I was supposed to meet Mar after school for detention......" Takir started to laugh to himself, "I guess I have plans for Saturday now." He then began to dash as fast as he could back to the school grounds.
((OOC: I plan on taking this further, assuming others are interested at all.))
((Also, about to make a double post. Thank you character limit. ))
((Edit: The forum... censored my character's speech. ))
Jackie's day went fairly smoothly, by comparison anyhow. Previous days hadn't been so simple. She enjoyed the classes with the younger kids more. The high-school aged kids presented significantly more complicated problems.
She sat in her classroom after classes had let out updating information on her computer. She had a stack of graded papers that had yet to be entered on the grade sheet and she intended on getting that done today.
((OOC: This post is really short, I know, just trying to throw it in there as a way of getting her involved to some extent.))
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