#minatsukithehummingbird

He raised an eyebrow at her as he had been sitting on the chair in the bedroom while letting Mina and Jiyong take his bed for the night. Truth to be told, her voice sounded like... she was scared? "...." His mind had debated on following her or not. It didn't seem like the kid would wake up any time soon, so he quietly followed behind Mina.

     Facial features are quirked up in a wide grin, his eyes fixated on the sand bag his fist were slamming against. Roughened skin pounds against the hide of the punching bag with each throw of his arms, drawing them back and shifting in his stance before throwing another quick few hits.

     Draw back and shift. Repeat.

     His pace was quickened, his body jumping back only slightly as he hopped on one of his feet a bit before his body was tilted to the side, the right being lifted to hurl his foot into the leather hide. Senji straightens, going right back to punching the sand bag wholeheartedly. He was definitely into his whole training routine.