Luella
"Alright, one, two, one two!" *Brad gently bounced on his heels, Keyblade in hand. Next to him sat a small radio- an acquisition from (normal, non-Icidro) Cid's shop that Brad was all too desperate to pick up. He was so excited to see any kind of technology that actually worked and wasn't just a cartoon. Dressed in little more than a tank top, short shorts, and the gaudiest sweatbands you could imagine, he looked to his wind-riding friend with a smile.* "These're called 'radio calisthenics'! They were super popular in my home world!" *He left out the 'among old people' part.*

"So, first things first, let's try..." *He extended his Keyblade, as if ready to block. But a Block was not what he came up with- no, a flash of light parried an invisible blow.* "Oh! That's new." *Brad mused, scratching his chin, still bouncing.* "I'll call that...**Light Guard."** *He laughed. And then, he focused on Furo.*

"Now, the key ta bein' a good tank is yer stance. An' yer not gonna get a good stance if yer calves look like chicken bones!" *Brad giggled, before widening his own.* "On my count! One, two, **Block 2!"** *He thrust the flat of his Keyblade forward, in a strong defensive stance, and squatted.* "And do it again! One, two, **Block 2!"**

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Jeffrey
"One, two, ..." The desire to shout "I hate you" At the end of the chant was beaten down by the fact that Furo had asked for this. This radio stuff was all sorts of exhausting, but he was simply glad that the dress code was not mandatory. Still he put his all into keeping up with Brad's training.

Throwing up his wooden shield, he took what he believed to be a strong blocking stance. Feet planted and stance wide, he tried to mimic the stalwart form that his friend was keen on taking. It was not what he expected, but he trusted Brad in all his strangeness.

"One, two, **Block 2!**" His breathing was irregular, he had faith that he would pull through. "How much longer?"

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Luella
*Together, the pair squatted in unison. One, two, one, two, indeed. Bit by bit, Furo seemed to get a better grasp on the proper art of blocking. Even though it was never something Brad was fond of- he seemed to have a much easier time just blocking with a big fist. But, eh, it'd probably work out better for the swiss army knife of a wizard beside him.*

"If ya wanna be a solid pivot, ya gotta know the ins and outs! This is how I keep you an' Cid from gettin' turned into lunchmeat!" *He puffed out his chest as he stood up properly. He spun his Keyblade in his hand, letting the tip land in his other palm. In truth, Cid and Furo had enough mobility that they were often better off dodging attacks. But not everything could be dodged, right?* "Next! Two, three, **Block 3!**" *He urged, nodding.* 

*Again, he began to squat. But now, he specifically stood with one leg forward, knee bent. He raised his Keyblade in a diagonal block, bracing the notches of the key against his shoulder.* "This's my ultimate technique! If ya ever got a block a world-endin' attack, put yer whole body into it." *Brad nodded confidently.*

"Again! Two, three, **Block 3!**" *He repeated, squatting again, all to the rhythm of the music.* "Two, three, **Block 3!"**

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Jeffrey
Furo continued to move to Brad's pace, no chance to comment about shifting the count over to rhyme Block 3. He was too busy trying to make an even more guarded stance than before. He simply did his best to reinforce the strong stance he took even more. 

"Two, three, **Block 3!**" Doubt started to creep into the back of Furo's mind. He was sure that if he worked on his physical aspects more, then he could handle this no problem. Even through the fatigue he could tell this was fairly easy once he got used to it. So it was probably safe to say that Icidro would kill him he was to ask the knight for guidance.

"Two, Three, **Block 3!**" He yelled it less as a chant and more as a prayer for future Furo's longevity.
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Luella
"That's it! Attaboy!" *Brad cheered proudly, taking the sweating and the wheezing as a sign of Furo's strength building and not that he might be killing the blondie. He changed stances once more, still squatting rhythmically. He raised his Keyblade to the sky, in victorious triumph, chanting with each squat to push his friend further.* "C'mon! Fight fer yer friends! Feel yerself on the front lines! If you fall, so does this world!"

*Brad pauses for a moment, uncharacteristically introspective. He thinks for just a moment, his mind somewhere else, before he shakes his head.* "Alright! Last technique for the day! Let's see if ya can use what I taught ya." *Returning to his typical free-wheeling carelessness, he spun his Keyblade in his hand. For a moment, it hovered before him, a shield of luminous power warbling in front of him.* **"Light Guard!"**

*Brad's grin grew wider as he dropped the technique.* "If ya can show me you can do that, I'll make the cooldown only five-hundred push-ups, instead of one thousand!"
Jeffrey
Furo's vision was starting to blur. Brad's voice was heard, but comprehending the spoken words took way more processing power than he had expected. When the bright light filled his vision, he partially believed he had died, but still he mimicked the motion his trainer had performed.

Raising his shield and generating a barrier, he pumped it full of magic to allow it to radiate light like a miniature sun. Bright and luminous like the heavens far above.

When the light died down, Furo simply stood there. Tired and out of breath, he smiled at the training being complete. Or rather at his body giving out on him as soon as he comprehended the words "Five-hundred" And "Push-ups" Used back to back.

He collapsed on the floor and simply laid there. Unmoving and unwilling to move further.
Luella
*Brad only responded with a belly laugh.* "Hahahahaha! Awesome! Totally sweet!" *He nearly doubled over.* "Ya actually did it, little guy! Maybe ya won't be so little after all if you keep this up." *He wiped a tear from his eye.* "So proud."

*He turned to the radio, switching it off with a kick and pocketing it in his bag.* "Alright, ya earned a five minute break! Then we'll get started on the cooldown. S'the most important part of a workout!" *Brad mused aloud, rifling through his things for some water.*

*For once, he was really happy.*