Post by Ishida Takane on Dec 19, 2017 0:07:26 GMT -5
It was too cold to be out in just his suit, Ishida thought to himself as he lined a club up to a golf ball. It was lucky that he wasn't short on the tools necessary for golf in this place, but at the same time it felt annoying that this was the closest he could feel to normalcy at the moment. It wasn't that he was emotionally weak, just that after everything that had already happened and everything that was to come, he wanted something to hang on to for a bit. It was with this idea in mind that he took to the Yukigassen Field, aiming shots at the blocks in as targets in lieu of a hole. It wasn't ideal, but he would take what he could get.
Align the body, bend the knees, aim, back swing, down swing, follow-through. The satisfying sound of his club meeting the ball, and the satisfaction of watching the ball hit the block he was aiming for. Even in a state of distress, Takane was able to do what he did best. People were sure to be impressed, probably weirded out by this young man playing golf in the snow, seemingly without a care in the world. He grimaced as he thought about the polls that had come up after that trial. People were predicting who would die, probably putting money on it. Well, he hoped that people would go broke betting on him. It was what they deserved.
Stuck in his own world, Takane picked up a golf ball from a small pile next to his feet, and prepared another shot.
Align the body, bend the knees, aim, back swing, down swing, follow-through. The satisfying sound of his club meeting the ball, and the satisfaction of watching the ball hit the block he was aiming for. Even in a state of distress, Takane was able to do what he did best. People were sure to be impressed, probably weirded out by this young man playing golf in the snow, seemingly without a care in the world. He grimaced as he thought about the polls that had come up after that trial. People were predicting who would die, probably putting money on it. Well, he hoped that people would go broke betting on him. It was what they deserved.
Stuck in his own world, Takane picked up a golf ball from a small pile next to his feet, and prepared another shot.