Training… to clean.

Kiet stood outside the entrance to one of the training rooms, loud music blasting out of his headphones as he waited for a pair to finish their match. By his side was a bin of standard cleaning materials: broom, mop, bucket, sponge, rag, disinfectant, etc, etc. He still wore his standard outfit, reasoning that he wouldn’t need an official one as he was here as a volunteer. All in all, he was content with his environment- except for the poster plastered on the wall in front of him.

The day before, Kiet was under the premonition that he had ample time to waste before he could get onto cleaning. But when he saw the flock of Gijinka crowd around the arena, he knew (well, having sensitivity to noise helps) that his time was short. Reason? That poster. That irritating poster. Needless to say, Kiet was irate when he came to the realization that he had to start working right away. How dare the poster force him to enter the arena and ask awkwardly for cleaning materials from a random Gijinka! He had time to squander, nerves to relax- working was the last thing he had in mind when he ‘planned’ his day.

Finally, the door swung open as a beaten Makuhita Gijinka exited the arena, assisted by the victorious Machoke. Relieved to escape the poster, Kiet grabbed the bin and hurriedly entered the training room…only to be greeted by a large earthen training field, completely demolished. Craters of various sizes and depths were scattered along the ground, just as piles were dirt were strewn across the field. It was not only the ground that was horrendous: evidence of the battle that had just taken place appeared on every surface of the room, from the walls, and even to the ceiling.

And on the wall opposite Kiet was the poster, taunting him with its near perfect condition.

Where to start.

Kiet supposed he could start with the walls, and wash the dirt-streaked surfaces with the sponge, and use the mop the clean the higher surfaces. Then after all four are done, the broom would be useful for-

Gah, what was he thinking?! That would take him hours, and he did not have the patience to take that long, especially in his current mood. But what was he to do? Setting the bin down roughly, Kiet leaned against the door, trying to think of a solution. Thinking proved to be too much of a challenge for him, however, due the noise that filled his ears.

Wait, noise… noise… pfft- of course!

In a swift movement, Kiet removed his weapon from his back, and clutched it firmly in both of his hands. He tapped his foot on the ground. When he received dull, pitchless tone, he knew that the ground was too soft to produce strong vibrations. However, he found out when he knocked on one of the surfaces, the walls were made of a strong metal alloy- no doubt structured to resist the strongest of attacks. A grin stretched across his face, as his idea began to develop in his mind. When hit at the right angle with the right amount of force, the vibrations should be strong enough to… yes, it should work.

He raised the fork like a sword, as if facing an invisible foe. He then slammed the weapon to wall, such that the edge of the tip of the closest spoke made strong contact with the wall; however, instead of producing a high pitch as it normally would, Kiet forced himself to absorb the vibrations, and contained them within the fork, now buzzing with agitation. In order to make use of the energy stored in the fork, without hesitation he raised the fork above his head, and quickly pounded it to the floor, as he unleashed the vibrations through a Sonic Boom attack.

Or at least, that was the ideal plan.

Kiet was rusty on his attacks, since he hasn’t battled with another in a long while. His timing was off, and instead of releasing the vibrations the same instant he made contact with the ground, he initiated the attack too late. The intensity from both sources’ vibrations made Kiet unintentionally let go of the fork, the nerves of his hands tingling. The fork was pushed back against the wall by the recoiling force of the attack; meanwhile, the uncontrolled vibrations filled the room with a loud, high-pitched sound, disturbing the outer layers of dirt.