Post by Jun Tomoshibi on Sept 3, 2019 16:41:14 GMT
Jun was back at the firing range today. Again with cases upon cases of water bottles and four large coolers of ice. Thanks to Isamu's machine and some review, he had a much better idea on how to improve his control. While he may not be able to ever get fine tuned control, at the least, he could avoid some major collateral damage and accidentally putting people at risk. Their resident house cat was more useful and more diverse in skills than he thought. But it was nice to know that the most dutiful among them was more versatile than they previously thought. Still, Jun had a ways to go before he was at the level that he wanted to be for the sports festival. Which was rapidly closing in.
The blond wore a green, skin tight T-shirt akin to a wet suit, and blue swimming trunks, along with sandals. Slightly different compared to what he wore last time. He was going to focus more on redirecting his fire balls to hit their target, in addition to working on a flame shotgun before moving on to something a bit more difficult. Then on to his electric half. He wanted to make the feeling more natural...he had the form down thanks to Isamu.
Getting into position, he started to fire his flames. Getting into the habit to adjust the fire ball's trajectory to hopefully hit a target. Only problem was, the curves weren't sharp...and it wasn't the easiest to do. He was able to adjust his aim, sure, but on a moving target that was closing in...well, he supposed that's why he had his electric half and was going to work on a flame shotgun. Still, he started to try to simulate that by aiming at specific parts of the target, and at different ones, to see his range limit on redirecting the attacks. While he got used to it, the range limit seemed to be at twenty feet even, where the curve was only a few inches for a redirected attack. It was nice to know. Looking at the time, it took almost all morning for that. And he was thirsty.
After a two hour break of eating and re-hydrating himself, he was back at it, this time attempting to do a fire shotgun. Or at least narrow down the cone of fire...since the last time he did this, the shots went wild. Each blast was slightly better than the last, the more he practiced. But he needed both hands to do it. It was at this time he wished he had his mother's control...it seemed like she had the perfect mix of power and control. Thinking about what she would do...what was more, each fire ball was going the maximum range he had...he didn't want that either.
He took out his cell phone and called his mother, hoping to get some insight about how to go about it.
WC: 496
The blond wore a green, skin tight T-shirt akin to a wet suit, and blue swimming trunks, along with sandals. Slightly different compared to what he wore last time. He was going to focus more on redirecting his fire balls to hit their target, in addition to working on a flame shotgun before moving on to something a bit more difficult. Then on to his electric half. He wanted to make the feeling more natural...he had the form down thanks to Isamu.
Getting into position, he started to fire his flames. Getting into the habit to adjust the fire ball's trajectory to hopefully hit a target. Only problem was, the curves weren't sharp...and it wasn't the easiest to do. He was able to adjust his aim, sure, but on a moving target that was closing in...well, he supposed that's why he had his electric half and was going to work on a flame shotgun. Still, he started to try to simulate that by aiming at specific parts of the target, and at different ones, to see his range limit on redirecting the attacks. While he got used to it, the range limit seemed to be at twenty feet even, where the curve was only a few inches for a redirected attack. It was nice to know. Looking at the time, it took almost all morning for that. And he was thirsty.
After a two hour break of eating and re-hydrating himself, he was back at it, this time attempting to do a fire shotgun. Or at least narrow down the cone of fire...since the last time he did this, the shots went wild. Each blast was slightly better than the last, the more he practiced. But he needed both hands to do it. It was at this time he wished he had his mother's control...it seemed like she had the perfect mix of power and control. Thinking about what she would do...what was more, each fire ball was going the maximum range he had...he didn't want that either.
He took out his cell phone and called his mother, hoping to get some insight about how to go about it.
WC: 496