Weight I

1)Jhin had made his way to the arena upon his hands, though he eventually shifted back to his feet in order to watch Amaya properly. By now, he was alternating into practicing his foot-work, feverishly shifting about and occasionally throwing a knee or kick into the mix. Relying on swordsmanship alone would surely not benefit him well if his weapon happened to break, so it was only natural that he pick up a means of protecting himself in that event.

2) His eyes study Amaya curiously as she makes her way closer toward the weights, only for his eyebrows to gently arc as she managed to barely lift the obscenely heavy weights. He stands clear of the objects, knowing full well that they would undoubtedly crush the majority of those who tried to lift them. Even if she had utilized a technique to make them lighter, it was still admirable that she was able to carry them at all. Perhaps this was why he had begun to acquire an interest in obtaining weights for himself.

 3) Would learning how to utilize them benefit him, as well? Surely, his strikes could carry far more weight to them if he bothered to increase his physical capabilities even further, right? He halts his training session in order to properly watch Amaya, meeting her gaze with a small smile. "You exceeded my expectations, at the very least. Will you be able to maintain control of it for two days, though?" He inquires, bending downward to slip the cigarette out of her mouth.  She'd need her lungs to lug those around, right? It's crushed under heel all the same, perhaps done cheekily.


4) Jhin had little qualms about acquiring some food, ensuring that the cigarette was properly dealt with. He'd dust his hands off, likely needing to clean them once they entered a proper establishment. Despite this, he would take it upon himself to continually train his person. The light weights he acquired would be strapped to his legs and wrists, grunting lightly as he felt the immediate difference in his movement. He would slowly trudge forward, feeling his feet subtly sinking into the sand.

5) "I'll never understand how pepole like Sun get accustomed to this." He mumbles to himself, feeling as if he was already encumbered to the point of aggravation. His hands rise upward, inspecting the weights before attempting to throw a testing punch. It was sluggish at the very least, and led him to wholly believe that these would certainly improve the rate of his training.

 6) Keeping in stride with Amaya required a bit of exertion, but he was managing to keep himself up to her pace. "I'm sure those must be taxing on you, but you'll manage. I have the upmost faith in your abilities, now that you've gotten these weights moving." He muses.