Sengaku moved quickly at the imagined foe that he created in his mind, shadow boxing he heard when he was a real life student was similar in style, but to him, this was all about grace and form. Those two things were the center piece of the form of the brown haired young man. Toss in developing strength and quickness and he had everything that he would want to train for. He moved gracefully though the empty courtyard his movements as silent as possible.<br/><br/>He cut the air with his motions, each one calculated and prepared before he even made each little step in the motion. One by one the motions came together to create greater motions that were like that of a highly complex dance, as he slipped forward, to the right left or backwards. He was in the moment of training, knowing that this release was something that he had never been able to enjoy why he had been alive. Not even for a moment of time had he been able to do that. Had he had such skill would he had died, most likely not, but it was something he couldn't regret, for one couldn't change the past and the outcome that had occurred to him while he was alive. At least he was able to help someone, and have at least a minor relevant impactful death.