Rest is for Pansies

It would seem the adrenaline rush was finally receding in young Kaito and the strain that came from your body constantly trying to orient itself on a small walkway began to catch up to him. It was admirable that he had fared so well and so long though, perhaps it would be some small solace to him. What Sagumi imagined would be no solace at all for him was the fact that he was only just beginning the day, and that the day was light compared to what he had planned for the rest of his life. This was the initial building block to what Sagumi had in store for both him, and Koneko. Their lives would not be easy, their lives would not be simple, and Sagumi was going to have them push both their physical and spiritual limits on a constant basis. Hopefully, they would be ready. If they wouldn’t, well, Sagumi had six millennia’s worth of practicing at burying bodies.

As Kaito leaped toward him and extended his leg into a flying kick, apparently avoiding Sagumi’s Sumashuu Kenpo through the magical power of negligence, a small grim came to Sagumi’s face. It made sense, a desperation move using the last of his strength and against a similarly skilled opponent, perhaps it would work. The power of negligence was a potent one after all, but it was quite blatantly obvious that Kaito was at his limit, especially since he was speaking gibberish in addition to resorting to such desperation. Sagumi, not halting his charge for even an instant, dropped his center of gravity the second young Kaito took to the air. Slinking along the narrow walkway with a sense of agility, grace, and flexibility that should not be humanly possible, Sagumi slid his entire body almost along the ground and under the incoming boy. With the same agility and fluidity in his movements, Sagumi’s arm shot up from the ground and grasped the flying Kaito’s shirt collar. Skidding to a stop, Sagumi flung his arm forward, torquing his hips and shoulders and throwing the boy on to the base of the platform, effectively knocking him off what was his objective.

“That’s enough for today, I believe Koneko took it upon herself to prepare breakfast for you. Go down and feed yourself and get a half hour extra of shut eye in.”

His teacher, waiting for him to recover after he definitively ended their early morning exercise, spoke while hopping off the platform himself and extended a hand to the boy, aiming to assist him back to his feet. Sagumi brushed off the dirt from his shirt and pushed him toward the door. Almost immediately afterward, a proverbial light bulb clicked on in his head before he hurriedly pulled a scroll out of his back pocket and threw it at the back of Kaito’s head, much like one would throw a football. Afterward, the man hurriedly blew by Kaito, motioning to him to pick up the scroll as he tore off toward whatever lovely delight Koneko had made for their breakfast.

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