He repeated this process with his other arm, placing his right forearm onto his left bicep, curling around it with his left arm and giving it a few tugs with while twisting to the left. Continuing his routine stretching, he placed his left hand onto his temple, leaning his upper body to the right to stretch the left side of his upper body, bobbing at the sides a little to loosen the muscles surrounding his rib cage. He repeated this process for the right side of his body, placing his right hand onto his temple and leaning his upper body to the left to loosen his muscles on the other side of his rib cage, bobbing to the side. Once he was done with that exercise, he leaned his upper body forward in an attempt to touch his toes, straightening out his back and making it as limber as he could. He straightened his body up before leaning backwards as far as he could, bobbing as best as he could but not too much since he didn't want to leave any discomfort when trying to align his spine. Now it was time for the lower half of his body, Taking one giant step forward with his right leg, Shichiro bends his left knee towards the ground, without it making contact with the ground, whilst outstretching his right leg into an arch, performing a lunge. He then straightened up his body up before taking another giant step forward with his left leg, bending his right knee towards the ground, without it making contact with the ground, whilst outstretching his left leg into an arch, performing another lunge. Shichiro repeated this process two more times for each leg until he was good and ready.
Making his way towards the abandoned Majura gallery, Shichiro placed his hands in his pockets as he would normally do. He figured he’d have to fight something tedious once more but that was the life of a wandering mercenary like himself. Still, he sort of wished he had a travelling companion or two to help him with his travels and stuff. It’s sort of too much for one guy to just be going around taking all sorts of requests and beating up hordes of opponents by himself. Well, no point in wondering about that now. Shortly after arriving at the Majura Gallery, Shichiro had immediately heard a commotion in a certain part. He wondered what it was about and even wondered if he could make a quick buck out of it by beating up whatever it was making that noise. He began to roam the gallery in search of more information he could use or deliver back to the spokesman. He likely figured most of it would be superstition and baseless rumors but it was still better than not knowing a damn thing. He hoped he didn't look strange enough to at least set foot in an abandoned building. Only reason he was even considering this was because he heard this was the best place to investigate and gain information and he happened to be in front of it. Only thing was it was up to him to figure out fiction and reality. When he approached the entrance, A scrawny mage had blocked his way, shaking his head. Shichiro frowned, not understanding why this man was barring him from going in.
W.C: 563
T.W.C: 1582