[PS] Burter's Dojo

[Kami]

The Namekian decided he'd had enough time to sit and reflect in the park, and that it was time to "get the kinks out" so to speak. He made his way slowly out of the park, watching the game of football roll through the grass and several other people jog around the lush grass. He took another look back at his resting spot, there was just something about a long tree standing atop a hill that spoke to him. He wasn't sure why, but it was comforting.

Going back into the lobby he headed back towards the dojo which he had spotted before. There were quite a few more people inside now, some of them sparring each other. He knew there was no point in having some all out spar with someone in here, and that all he would need to do it warm himself up.

He found a punching bag tucked away in the back which nobody was using. He pulled his robe up off over his head, folded it in half and set it on the ground nearby. His age showed, but his physique told another story. Live to be as old as him and see how good a person looks.

A quick shove got the punching bag rocking, and Kami began sending firm punches into the bag. He was far from unleashing his full fury, using his own raw strength and no ki enhanced attacks or anything more. The bag shook hard with left hook. Whoops It was a little harder than he wanted, he wasn't thinking about it. Nobody seemed to notice though.

He continued on, working in some combo attacks, speeding things up, but still never laying out his whole game plan infront of the bag. He sent a swift kick into the side of the bag, bending it in half around his leg. He let a cocky grin slip across his face and then went back to more simply punches. He did it on purpose, just to give a few people in the dojo a little motivation - or to intimidate them and send them home. Either way he would keep warming up in the corner until something more interesting comes to light.