He changed into his silk suit. He had obtained the details of a tailor in Rajasthan who was able to custom make the suit. A picture had been provided, clipped from a Kung Fu magazine along with an addendum that simply read ‘black with white cufflinks.’ Despite having waited 2 months, he was happy with the fit. It allowed full movement without restraint. He could punch and kick without hindrance. The headband had been an easier purchase, the ebay seller having an online shop called the Rising Sun. He tied the headband and thus began his training ritual. After all, what is the point of martial arts if you fail to look the part?
His body responded to the preparation; his temperature rose a degree, his heart rate increased in anticipation and beads of sweat formed on his brow. He was ready to focus, ready to train. Fists clenched, knuckles clicking. He gritted his teeth and adjusted his breathing. He knew who he would be fighting. Someone had called him out a few months ago, the argument having gone back and forth. Differing opinions had turned into a blood feud and he was ready to react. The ritual complete, he sat down, fired up his laptop, logged in with his username and password and began his session of Forum Fu.
