training grounds The training grounds is where campers go to duel and practice with different weapons of their choice. There are straw dummies in Greek armor scattered around the room and training swords as well as a climbing wall with a setting for lava(extra challenge).
@(z.) CHAEYOUNG If there was one thing that Jeongguk thought about the world: it was that perfection was overrated. Like, what was the fun in rigidity? In forcing yourself to fit into a tiny box because you couldn’t deal with your little flaws and mistakes? JK was the opposite of that, he mostly put it down to the fact that his DNA was literally half ocean that he goes with the flow, doing the dumb he does that gets him nearly killed on a daily basis but it was variety, it was weird, spontaneous, it was fun.
And a prime example for rigid structure? His cousin, Chaeyoung.
It was kind of his thing, around camp, to be the guy who constantly got into situations(if you could call flooding the beach one time because he sneezed a situation) that would make you double take what was happening. So who was he? To not take it upon himself, to help and show his adorable cousin the error of her boring ways and have a little fun? He totally blamed her dad for this, the guy constantly had a lightning bolt stuck up his . He would be damned to Hades if he was gonna let the same thing happen to her. She was so young, had so much potential, he was gonna do it his best to show her the light like he did for everybody else.
In the words of his personal messiah and saviour, Naruto Uzumaki, it was Jeongguk’s ninja way.
So now, here JK was, at the camp training grounds where he watched Chaeyoung hack and slash at the straw bodies that littered the area with an almost frightening amount of self controlled rage. There were a few other demigods in the area as well but they paid mind to her(or him for that matter, thank god, because he was totally not lurking around like a complete freak). He winced as she lopped the head off a dummy, his own hands coming up to his neck to rub it. Ouch, he felt that one. A knee to a pair of imaginary gonads was his sign to interrupt the training session, casually strolling up with his hands in his pockets to his totally not angry cousin.
“How’s it going, cuz? You know that the dummies aren’t real right? They’re made of straw? Maybe you should take a little breather”
