Extracurriculars

"Kendo training is...Today?" Daigo muttered, looking at a piece of paper that was his schedule for now. He was always the orderly type and keeping a schedule of what he needed to do next always kept him punctual and orderly, however, it didn't mean that he enjoyed anything about what was on today's "tado" list. Daigo hated physical training, with a passion, because it was always so difficult. So difficult to fight and adapt and handle opponents and their abilities, worse, it was a strain on his body. Daigo was probably of the lowest in his class when it came to physical effort, and he knew it, even if he had great grades in other areas.

Straightening his uniform, Daigo headed down there. There were likely others that were tasked with this or, heck, had a moment of freetime where they could utilize the fields. He would just find a sparring partner and get it all over with. Hopefully, the entire class wasn't down there and an instructor wasn't there, barking orders. Daigo always got it hard for his limitations. You'd think after 10 years of training and preparation that he wouldn't be such a slug, but he was. Daigo was a brain, not brawn. Then again, this sort of training wasn't all that practical anyway, right? After all, a Shinigami should base their fighting style off their abilities, aka their Zanpakuto, so until Daigo actually invoked his he couldn't-

Then, in his inattentive state, Daigo bumped into someone, falling backwards himself. "Ah. Sorry," Daigo apologized, not even giving the person any clear mind, and picked himself up, fixing his attire, and started back on his way to the training grounds. If he wasn't interrupted, he would be out there in no time at all. He would reach the sparring grounds and he would find some opponent to demonstrate his ability on...It really was all a waste of time though. Who could really grow in just one sparring session? Who could learn anything from just one fight? Things never worked that way.