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American Ninja Warrior Qualifiers
Despite having moved around to a couple of cities on the east coast while Isamu went to college, it only seemed right to take on the qualifying course back home in Seattle. He’d promised his friends in the Nexus could watch and cheer him on from the sidelines of the big run in Vegas if he made it that far, but the qualifiers were going to be a much smaller affair - just his brother and their parents.
Everyone else would just have to catch it at the little watching party Isamu had organized once they got back. There was a projector in the plaza, buckets of free hand fans on the tables, plenty of pizza and two twins trying very very hard not to give everything away despite the huge grins on their faces.
“All right, kid. You’re up.” One of the stagehands could be heard in the background as the arena lights turned to the starting platform. “Good luck out there.”
“Thanks.” Minoru forced himself to swallowed his nerves and ran out, waving, as the announcers went through their introduction.
“Next, we have a rookie who grew up right here in Seattle. Minoru Uchiwa, first time contestant on American Ninja Warrior, ready to show the course what he’s made of.”
“25 years old, hospital orderly, hoping to be a physical therapist assistant.”
“Well, a good run tonight and he might just be able to show all those future patients of his how the body can really move.”
The camera panned to his family, flashing them up on one of the big screens. While all three were generally very reserved people, they didn’t shy away from screaming his name and waving those fans high.
“Small but vocal group of supporters right there on the sidelines, Johnny. Are those fans they’re waving? Is that a thing?”
“Last name Uchiwa. Means fan in Japanese.”
“Guess we’d better start calling them a Fan Club.”
Isamu beamed when he heard that, unable to keep from screaming, “told you!” At the top of his lungs.
Minoru heard that, and just started laughing. He pointed back toward them, and waved. He was still nervous, but it was starting to quickly subside.
The countdown tones rang across the arena, and when the buzzer went off, he bolted forward.
He’d ran clear across the shrinking steps and latched onto the rope before the announcers had time to get any commentary in edgewise.
“Woah!! He just crossed that like it was nothing!”
Minoru swung off the rope, landing on the first platform with ease.
“Entry video said he was an avid freerunner, Nick. Been doing parkour since he was old enough to walk.”
“I believe it now! Let’s see if that helps him on the Lunatic Ledges. This obstacle is brand new tonight, and has taken out ten of tonight’s competitors already...”
With a short running start, Minoru launched himself onto the first platform, catching the lower ledge with both hands. He hung in the air as he kicked his legs forward to swing. He jumped, and caught the front handle of the second swing. Minoru barely bothered maneuvering his way around to the other side before jumping right off.
“Did you see that?”
“Did he just jump off that backwards?!”
Minoru tucked and back-rolled his landing.
“Sign me up for this Fan Club!”
Minoru laid on his back for just a moment, laughing to himself, before getting up off the second platform. Oh, the nerves were long gone now. Because this... was FUN.
Minoru grinned as he bounced off the trampoline, right onto the first cylinder of the Barrel Roll . It was just another big swing for Minoru, and he launched himself over the seven-foot gap and onto the second one without a hitch.
The second cylinder, though, didn’t swing. At least, not until you climbed on top to reach the second handle. Which Minrou did effortlessly as well.
“Look at that! Look at that swing!”
“He almost missed the whole landing platform!!”
Minoru didn’t stop. He made even quicker work of the Broken Bridge. It didn’t matter how unstable the steps were, he was onto the next one before it had a chance to wobble.
“Did you see that? This rookie’s on fire!”
“But can he survive the Lightning Bolt...”
The cameras caught the Uchiwa family cheering while Isamu looked on with trepidation. “Take it one at a time... Easy does it. Plan it out...”
Minoru struggled with this obstacle in the test run, but even from the sidelines, Isamu could see the look on his brother’s face. Minoru was having far too much fun now to remember to worry. And as illogical as that sounded, that was when he was at his absolute best.
“There he goes!”
Minoru bounced off the trampoline and snatched the bar in his hands. He hung there for a moment, planning his jump. Kicking himself up, he generated enough momentum to land the bar in the next cradle.
“2 down, and four more to go. Can he do it?”
“Nick, they don’t call this the Rookie Killer for nothing. Last week in Atlanta, not a single first time runner made it through. And in Baltimore before that, only one.”
“It’s taken out five newcomers so far tonight.”
But despite those odds, Minoru’s jumps were solid. That was, until the last cradle. His arms came up unevenly, and one half of the bar hooked itself in the next cradle, while the other was still stuck in the first.
“Oh no! He’s sideways!”
“A dangerous situation for the Fan Man, Johnny.”
“Can he recover?!”
He swung his legs, thrusting the left side of the bar up and over. The moment he heard it hit metal, he jumped. It was a shallow jump, not at all his best, and he hit the landing platform so close to the edge one of his feet was dangling off.
“Did you see that?!”
“He made it! He actually made it! The second rookie to clear the Lightning Bolts!!”
Minoru did make it. But it was an extremely close call.
He sprinted down the runway towards the next obstacle, shaking out his arms as he went. Unfortunately, the Lightning Bolts were only the beginning. The Salmon Ladder was a Ninja Warrior staple, but that didn’t make it easy.
“Stay relaxed...” Isamu whispered in the crowd as Minoru stepped up onto the edge of the trampoline. “You can do this.”
He rolled his shoulders a couple of times, and then made his leap, gripping the pole with both hands. The time he’d made up on the Broken Bridge was definitely used here as he slowly and methodically made each jump, thrusting the pole just one notch higher each time.
“Fan Man’s taking his time.”
“After what just happened on the Lightning Bolts, I don’t blame him. If he ends up sideways here, his run tonight is as good as over.”
“Slow and steady wins this race, Johnny. He is up the Salmon Ladder and on his way to the Floating Monkey Bars!”
Minoru grasped onto the first bar, and swung easily to the second. His arms were getting tired, though, and it showed when he swung forward to place the bar in its cradle and missed!
On the ground, Isamu and both of their parents gasped consecutively.
“He missed!” The announcers exclaimed in unison as well.
He might have missed, but he didn’t fall. Pumping his body back and forth, he made an even bigger swing, and this time, locked the bar in place. The expression on his face said it all as he hung there for a moment between the two bars.
“Oh that was a close one, Johnny.”
“You can see the course is really starting to wear on the rookie... oh my god, he missed again!!”
The crowd gasped audibly as Minoru reached for the fourth cradle and fell short once again.
“He recovered once already.”
“But does he have the energy to keep that momentum going...”
A swing and a miss. A swing and another miss... The announcers had their doubts. For a moment, hanging there on one arm, Minoru started to have the same doubts too. But he’d come this far. He wasn’t going to let go. And he wasn’t going to give up.
He grit his teeth, started pumping his legs, swung out again, and locked the bar in place again. When he managed to hit the fifth cradle and even the sixth, the crowd started to go wild. Minoru grabbed the bar for the last swing and a very, very well-deserved dismount that dropped him flat on his back.
It took him a moment to sit up, rolling his shoulders and shaking his burning arms.
“I’ll say one thing about this rookie, Nick. He is not giving up or giving in.”
“But he’s exhausted. He looks completely spent, Johnny. I don’t know if he has anything left.”
“All that’s standing between Minoru Uchiwa and that button, and a spot in Las Vegas, is the warped wall... can he do it?”
Minoru sat up, looking up at the wall. He shot a glance toward his family on the sidelines. His mother and father were waiting with baited breath. His mother especially so, after watching her son almost plunge into the water four times in the last obstacle. Isamu just nodded encouragingly. The crowd started to chant, “Beat that wall. Beat that wall.”
Minoru sprung up, and took a spot on the runway that made the crowd start screaming.
“Can he do it? Can he do it?! He says, Forget the Warped Wall! Johnny, the rookie’s going for the Mega Wall and a shot at $10,000!!”
The warped wall was a solid fourteen and a half feet high. The Mega Wall stretched all the way up to eighteen feet. Contestants had three tries to scale the warped wall, but only one shot at the Mega Wall.
Minoru pointed at his brother and grinned as he took off running. Like that statue in the forest, one shot was all he needed. As soon as his hands gripped the top of the wall, the crowd (and the announcers) started screaming.
“He did it!”
“This is incredible! He did it!!”
Minoru found the strength somewhere to pull himself up and slammed down on that finishing buzzer. He couldn’t even hear it over his own heart pounding. That was, without a doubt, the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.
“Minoru Uchiwa, ladies and gentlemen, has made it through this brutal city finals course! He’s conquered the Mega Wall! He’s just won $10,000. He’s ensured himself a spot in the finals, and if you ask me, this is a rookie to bet on in Vegas, Nick.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”
“They better start making more fans, because Fan Man over there is gonna have one hell of a Fan Club after tonight!”
Except for the one focused on a frantically nodding Isamu as he promised fans in record numbers, every camera in the arena was on Minoru. The cheering and clapping started to subside, and the announcers asked the simple question, “that was an impressive first run, Minoru. How do you feel?”
“How’s THAT for putting a dent in your student loans, bro?!” He shouted, pointing down at Isamu and laughing happily. Never mind if it even answered the question.
The camera followed Minoru as he slid down that ladder and sprinted into the waiting arms of his family. It was an excited cacophony of English and Japanese all mixed together with big hugs and ruffled hair.
And just like that, the cameras were onto the next contestant.
To anyone who was still left guessing after that, or had just joined in the celebration, Minoru exclaimed, “it’s real! I did it! I’m in the Finals!! I’m going to Vegas!!”
“I believe I speak for my brother quite well when I suggest that congratulatory remarks, while welcome and well deserved, are not nearly as important as constructive criticism. Suggestions on how to improve may make the difference between success and failure in the National American Ninja Warrior Finals.”
“Yeah, if you have any advice, I’m all ears! Please!”
Everyone else would just have to catch it at the little watching party Isamu had organized once they got back. There was a projector in the plaza, buckets of free hand fans on the tables, plenty of pizza and two twins trying very very hard not to give everything away despite the huge grins on their faces.
“All right, kid. You’re up.” One of the stagehands could be heard in the background as the arena lights turned to the starting platform. “Good luck out there.”
“Thanks.” Minoru forced himself to swallowed his nerves and ran out, waving, as the announcers went through their introduction.
“Next, we have a rookie who grew up right here in Seattle. Minoru Uchiwa, first time contestant on American Ninja Warrior, ready to show the course what he’s made of.”
“25 years old, hospital orderly, hoping to be a physical therapist assistant.”
“Well, a good run tonight and he might just be able to show all those future patients of his how the body can really move.”
The camera panned to his family, flashing them up on one of the big screens. While all three were generally very reserved people, they didn’t shy away from screaming his name and waving those fans high.
“Small but vocal group of supporters right there on the sidelines, Johnny. Are those fans they’re waving? Is that a thing?”
“Last name Uchiwa. Means fan in Japanese.”
“Guess we’d better start calling them a Fan Club.”
Isamu beamed when he heard that, unable to keep from screaming, “told you!” At the top of his lungs.
Minoru heard that, and just started laughing. He pointed back toward them, and waved. He was still nervous, but it was starting to quickly subside.
The countdown tones rang across the arena, and when the buzzer went off, he bolted forward.
He’d ran clear across the shrinking steps and latched onto the rope before the announcers had time to get any commentary in edgewise.
“Woah!! He just crossed that like it was nothing!”
Minoru swung off the rope, landing on the first platform with ease.
“Entry video said he was an avid freerunner, Nick. Been doing parkour since he was old enough to walk.”
“I believe it now! Let’s see if that helps him on the Lunatic Ledges. This obstacle is brand new tonight, and has taken out ten of tonight’s competitors already...”
With a short running start, Minoru launched himself onto the first platform, catching the lower ledge with both hands. He hung in the air as he kicked his legs forward to swing. He jumped, and caught the front handle of the second swing. Minoru barely bothered maneuvering his way around to the other side before jumping right off.
“Did you see that?”
“Did he just jump off that backwards?!”
Minoru tucked and back-rolled his landing.
“Sign me up for this Fan Club!”
Minoru laid on his back for just a moment, laughing to himself, before getting up off the second platform. Oh, the nerves were long gone now. Because this... was FUN.
Minoru grinned as he bounced off the trampoline, right onto the first cylinder of the Barrel Roll . It was just another big swing for Minoru, and he launched himself over the seven-foot gap and onto the second one without a hitch.
The second cylinder, though, didn’t swing. At least, not until you climbed on top to reach the second handle. Which Minrou did effortlessly as well.
“Look at that! Look at that swing!”
“He almost missed the whole landing platform!!”
Minoru didn’t stop. He made even quicker work of the Broken Bridge. It didn’t matter how unstable the steps were, he was onto the next one before it had a chance to wobble.
“Did you see that? This rookie’s on fire!”
“But can he survive the Lightning Bolt...”
The cameras caught the Uchiwa family cheering while Isamu looked on with trepidation. “Take it one at a time... Easy does it. Plan it out...”
Minoru struggled with this obstacle in the test run, but even from the sidelines, Isamu could see the look on his brother’s face. Minoru was having far too much fun now to remember to worry. And as illogical as that sounded, that was when he was at his absolute best.
“There he goes!”
Minoru bounced off the trampoline and snatched the bar in his hands. He hung there for a moment, planning his jump. Kicking himself up, he generated enough momentum to land the bar in the next cradle.
“2 down, and four more to go. Can he do it?”
“Nick, they don’t call this the Rookie Killer for nothing. Last week in Atlanta, not a single first time runner made it through. And in Baltimore before that, only one.”
“It’s taken out five newcomers so far tonight.”
But despite those odds, Minoru’s jumps were solid. That was, until the last cradle. His arms came up unevenly, and one half of the bar hooked itself in the next cradle, while the other was still stuck in the first.
“Oh no! He’s sideways!”
“A dangerous situation for the Fan Man, Johnny.”
“Can he recover?!”
He swung his legs, thrusting the left side of the bar up and over. The moment he heard it hit metal, he jumped. It was a shallow jump, not at all his best, and he hit the landing platform so close to the edge one of his feet was dangling off.
“Did you see that?!”
“He made it! He actually made it! The second rookie to clear the Lightning Bolts!!”
Minoru did make it. But it was an extremely close call.
He sprinted down the runway towards the next obstacle, shaking out his arms as he went. Unfortunately, the Lightning Bolts were only the beginning. The Salmon Ladder was a Ninja Warrior staple, but that didn’t make it easy.
“Stay relaxed...” Isamu whispered in the crowd as Minoru stepped up onto the edge of the trampoline. “You can do this.”
He rolled his shoulders a couple of times, and then made his leap, gripping the pole with both hands. The time he’d made up on the Broken Bridge was definitely used here as he slowly and methodically made each jump, thrusting the pole just one notch higher each time.
“Fan Man’s taking his time.”
“After what just happened on the Lightning Bolts, I don’t blame him. If he ends up sideways here, his run tonight is as good as over.”
“Slow and steady wins this race, Johnny. He is up the Salmon Ladder and on his way to the Floating Monkey Bars!”
Minoru grasped onto the first bar, and swung easily to the second. His arms were getting tired, though, and it showed when he swung forward to place the bar in its cradle and missed!
On the ground, Isamu and both of their parents gasped consecutively.
“He missed!” The announcers exclaimed in unison as well.
He might have missed, but he didn’t fall. Pumping his body back and forth, he made an even bigger swing, and this time, locked the bar in place. The expression on his face said it all as he hung there for a moment between the two bars.
“Oh that was a close one, Johnny.”
“You can see the course is really starting to wear on the rookie... oh my god, he missed again!!”
The crowd gasped audibly as Minoru reached for the fourth cradle and fell short once again.
“He recovered once already.”
“But does he have the energy to keep that momentum going...”
A swing and a miss. A swing and another miss... The announcers had their doubts. For a moment, hanging there on one arm, Minoru started to have the same doubts too. But he’d come this far. He wasn’t going to let go. And he wasn’t going to give up.
He grit his teeth, started pumping his legs, swung out again, and locked the bar in place again. When he managed to hit the fifth cradle and even the sixth, the crowd started to go wild. Minoru grabbed the bar for the last swing and a very, very well-deserved dismount that dropped him flat on his back.
It took him a moment to sit up, rolling his shoulders and shaking his burning arms.
“I’ll say one thing about this rookie, Nick. He is not giving up or giving in.”
“But he’s exhausted. He looks completely spent, Johnny. I don’t know if he has anything left.”
“All that’s standing between Minoru Uchiwa and that button, and a spot in Las Vegas, is the warped wall... can he do it?”
Minoru sat up, looking up at the wall. He shot a glance toward his family on the sidelines. His mother and father were waiting with baited breath. His mother especially so, after watching her son almost plunge into the water four times in the last obstacle. Isamu just nodded encouragingly. The crowd started to chant, “Beat that wall. Beat that wall.”
Minoru sprung up, and took a spot on the runway that made the crowd start screaming.
“Can he do it? Can he do it?! He says, Forget the Warped Wall! Johnny, the rookie’s going for the Mega Wall and a shot at $10,000!!”
The warped wall was a solid fourteen and a half feet high. The Mega Wall stretched all the way up to eighteen feet. Contestants had three tries to scale the warped wall, but only one shot at the Mega Wall.
Minoru pointed at his brother and grinned as he took off running. Like that statue in the forest, one shot was all he needed. As soon as his hands gripped the top of the wall, the crowd (and the announcers) started screaming.
“He did it!”
“This is incredible! He did it!!”
Minoru found the strength somewhere to pull himself up and slammed down on that finishing buzzer. He couldn’t even hear it over his own heart pounding. That was, without a doubt, the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.
“Minoru Uchiwa, ladies and gentlemen, has made it through this brutal city finals course! He’s conquered the Mega Wall! He’s just won $10,000. He’s ensured himself a spot in the finals, and if you ask me, this is a rookie to bet on in Vegas, Nick.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”
“They better start making more fans, because Fan Man over there is gonna have one hell of a Fan Club after tonight!”
Except for the one focused on a frantically nodding Isamu as he promised fans in record numbers, every camera in the arena was on Minoru. The cheering and clapping started to subside, and the announcers asked the simple question, “that was an impressive first run, Minoru. How do you feel?”
“How’s THAT for putting a dent in your student loans, bro?!” He shouted, pointing down at Isamu and laughing happily. Never mind if it even answered the question.
The camera followed Minoru as he slid down that ladder and sprinted into the waiting arms of his family. It was an excited cacophony of English and Japanese all mixed together with big hugs and ruffled hair.
And just like that, the cameras were onto the next contestant.
To anyone who was still left guessing after that, or had just joined in the celebration, Minoru exclaimed, “it’s real! I did it! I’m in the Finals!! I’m going to Vegas!!”
“I believe I speak for my brother quite well when I suggest that congratulatory remarks, while welcome and well deserved, are not nearly as important as constructive criticism. Suggestions on how to improve may make the difference between success and failure in the National American Ninja Warrior Finals.”
“Yeah, if you have any advice, I’m all ears! Please!”
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"We're used to sleeping, cramped sometimes, from touring. Four rooms maybe?" Ziggy shrugged a little because he wasn't sure. "Somewhere between 9 and 18?"
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Hopefully, that excitement would be infectious. Or at least talking about the logistics of the trip itself might take Ziggy’s mind off his own fears.
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It did help Ziggy to talk about it. He ran his fingers through Minoru's hair just above the ear. "It makes me nervous but I'm proud of you for making it."
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“They’re probably only going to let a small group onto the arena floor itself. But there’s plenty of room in the stands for everyone to get a ticket.” He nodded. He’d seen enough broadcasts to get a feel for that. The immediate family, significant others, and closest friends always got shown separately on camera. Though put enough fans in the hands of spectators, and they’d definitely get some attention too.
He knew how scared Ziggy was now, so he gently asked, “Would you be comfortable out there with Mama, Papa and Isamu? Or would you rather be back in the stands?”
It probably wouldn’t be wise to put his mother in the spotlight, but his father probably could, if Ziggy needed someone else there.
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Getting into the spirit of making this night awesome for Minoru was an excellent distraction from his stress. "You should take the limo for your family, my parents, and Thomas. What good is a rockstar girlfriend if I don't let you borrow the limo sometimes?"
"I might have to decide when I get there." Ziggy smiled as much as he could but he's going to go with his emotions on the day. "I'd like to be where ever you'd want me to be."
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It was nothing against Ziggy or his offer. He was grateful for it, and said as much. But Minoru believed that showing up to the arena with that much pomp and circumstance would be dishonorable to those he was competing against.
“I’m no better than anybody else running the course. If I make it all the way, or, well... even if I don’t, I want to be remembered for the way I finish, not the entrance I make.”
He did add, though, “but if you’re feeling up to it, you are more than welcome to stand with my family to watch the runs up close.”
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"I'll be there if that is where you want me." Ziggy leaned against Minoru and then laughs. "I won't be able to stop it looking like you have a motorcycle gang on your side if they all come though."
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“Ziggy, YOU might be a star, but I’m not... I’m not famous. No matter what you or Mick might say, I haven’t actually earned anything yet. You have! And showing up in a limo...” he tried to better explain what he was feeling. “Um... I don’t want people thinking that I think I’m the next big thing... that I’m something special when I’m not.”
He hoped Ziggy wouldn’t take offense. It was a thoughtful gesture, but it was more attention than Minoru thought he could take. And it felt like the wrong kind of attention, or attention for the wrong reasons. The whole idea of eventually being famous was a hard one to even try to wrap his head around right now. (Which was evident in how he spoke about a Fan Club in the future tense, as if Isamu hadn’t already started cranking out those purple uchiwa.)
“If I’m going to have a Fan Club one day, I want to earn their respect on the course before I ever think of showing off on the red carpet. I want to earn it... even if I have to do it the hard way. I want to feel like I’ve earned it.”
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He wasn't offended and wouldn't push. However, that last part got a look from Ziggy between confusion, hurt and disappointment.
"You've already earned a place on the red carpet." Ziggy sighed and shook his head. "Or don't you think you deserve to be beside me? Maybe not in yours, but in my world you've earned that already through respect. You earned it the moment I fell in love with you and the moment people realize the kind of boy it takes to get my attention."
He was realizing Minoru didn't understand fame or what it meant to be famous. He let it drop though and laughed quietly. "You already have a fan club. You should write us newsletters."
Ziggy didn't want to linger on what had momentarily upset him. Instead he wanted to focus on the happiness and some humor.
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“Thank you...”
Regardless, he wouldn’t be showing up to the finals in a limo. Realistically, no one would. Even the defending champions weren’t that kind of famous in Minoru’s world. (Which might be a bit of a culture shock for the Anthean rock star?)
“I guess... that means you’ve earned a couple nights where no one tries to jump on you or wants your autograph... a couple people might want to take your picture, but only because they think you look neat. You’d just be a regular person, no expectations whatsoever.” He laughed a little. “Okay, one expectation. You might have to hand out newsletters someday.”
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"I don't hand out newsletters. That's why I have a PR rep." Ziggy smiles more because he knows Minoru has no idea how many people he has available to work on things.
"Alright! No limo." He agrees. "But if everyone comes I can't guarantee it won't look like you have a motorcycle gang in your corner."
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“Sounds good to me.” He smiled back. (Somehow the thought of a motorcycle gang waving purple hand fans sounded a lot less intimidating than it otherwise would be.)
“Oh, hey. Jack and I are going to train together later today. Would it help with your nerves to watch us?”
He made the offer as a completely open-ended question, no pressure intended either way at all. Granted, he couldn’t exactly say any of his training would ever be as safe as the competition itself was. Being on the show was like doing parkour in a bouncey castle.
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"I'd rather not." Ziggy admits because he knows the kind of things Jack does. "Why don't you tell Jack I'll take Hannah and the kids until tomorrow. The two of you can train and he can have a night alone with his angel."
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“I’m sure the kids, and Hannah too, would love spending time with Aunt Ziggy.” He nudged the Anthean gently, smirking a little. “Maybe you’ll get to use the limo sooner than you think.”
Ziggy seemed to be coming around, but Minoru wouldn’t head off until he was sure the worst of the anxiety had passed. Once it had, he’d make his way back to Jack and the others.
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"What am I going to use it for?" Ziggy asks curiously after that playful nudge. His emotions have calmed down. Part of it is that his pride in Minoru's accomplishments easily overrides his anxiety.
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“A treat for the kids!” He smiled, remembering how fun it was to go to the restaurant in the limo. Just because he didn’t want to show up to the American Ninja Warrior finals in it didn’t mean it wasn’t a really cool way to get around. “I don’t know, just to take them for ice cream or something? They’d probably love it!”
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It was a thought. Maybe just making sundaes in the back of a stationary limo this time was in order. "You've given me a good idea though."
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Still, he was glad that he helped spur an idea for a fun activity anyway.
He hugged Ziggy again before getting up and offering his hand.
A little while later, he could make good on his promise to meet back up with Jack.
“You saw the video, you know the spots I almost wiped out...” the flying monkey bars definitely came to mind, but so did the salmon ladder, the lightning bolts, and all their variations. “What do you think I should do to improve on those moves?”
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The question left him with furrowed brow and a shrug. "I don't do anything that physical."
It was the first thing that came to mind and passed his lips soon after it sprang to mind. Ziggy recognized it wasn't the most helpful statement but it was an honest one. However, looking into Minoru's eyes he felt the need to give more than the first thing that came to mind.
"I don't know what you're supposed to be doing with your body during the obstacles." It still wasn't helpful criticism but Ziggy bit his lip with one of his fangs, lost in thought. "I noticed that sometimes your wrists move farther than others, or they aren't as rigid, but I don't know if that matters."
Ziggy is really out of his depth with trying to analyze extreme physical activity but he does pay attention carefully like most Antheans do.