[Amy isn't the only one who's not focusing on magic today. Ochako's been in a mood for a...while now, actually. A lot has piled up on her shoulders in just the past week or two, and it's gotten to the point where she's been taking it out in some creative and maybe not all that great ways. Distractions, mostly, to get her out of her Inn room for more than a few minutes, and keep from being a gross sad sack.
One of the ways is taking out a lot of her raw emotions on a sandbag. Ochako's a small thing, but she's trained in various forms of martial arts, and she's good at it, too. A flurry of punches and kicks knock the large object around so the chains holding it in place tug and squeak, and Ochako feels sweat dripping down her chin and the back of her neck, the dull ache in her wrapped knuckles a signal to take a break, but she presses on regardless. Feels too good to quit now, and the strain only means she'll actually sleep easily and dreamlessly that night, which suits her just fine.]
Training Grounds
One of the ways is taking out a lot of her raw emotions on a sandbag. Ochako's a small thing, but she's trained in various forms of martial arts, and she's good at it, too. A flurry of punches and kicks knock the large object around so the chains holding it in place tug and squeak, and Ochako feels sweat dripping down her chin and the back of her neck, the dull ache in her wrapped knuckles a signal to take a break, but she presses on regardless. Feels too good to quit now, and the strain only means she'll actually sleep easily and dreamlessly that night, which suits her just fine.]