It’s a Wonderful Day for Parkour

[itmeanstruth]

The twins had returned to the Nexus after a brief visit to their world. It was that time of year again - time for the American Ninja Warrior qualifiers.

For anyone passing through the plaza this beautiful afternoon, the grin on Minoru’s face said it all. He’d beaten the Seattle course, clocked in a great time and scored a spot in the Finals! But this was no time to rest on laurels. There was still a lot to do before he set his sights on Mount Midoriyama again.

“If I’m going to make it all the way to Total Victory this time, I need all the practice I can get!” He exclaimed while hopping on top a picnic table. The plaza and the surrounding areas were full of obstacles to train on. “Anybody want to race? Let’s do it!”

[open for anyone who wants to do a little freerunning or parkour. Either with Minoru or with each other, threadjacking here is fine by me.]

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[itmeanstruth]

Minoru had just landed on the roof when he saw Fredrik slip. Less than a fraction of a second later, he felt the cause under his right foot - slick tiles on a roof that hadn’t had enough time to dry yet.

What happened next, though, was what separated amateurs from pros - pure instinct. In the time it would take most people to consciously process what the fuck just happened or even begin to figure out what to do, Minoru had already dropped into a purposeful slide toward the edge of the roof. He planted one foot securely in the gutter to stop himself. It wasn’t exactly the most solid fixture, but it did hold. And from there, everything made perfect sense, just like it always did when he was freerunning.

“Two story drop!” He shouted, hopefully cutting right through the panic the younger man was experiencing. “If you can’t do that safely, flagpole! Twenty or so feet to your right! Relax! Inch your hands over slowly. Don’t make any big swings!”

[rebellisk_tarta]

"Minoru!---"

Fredrik was panicking a little but then saw his friend leap into action. Was Minoru part monkey?! He could move so fast. The bassist still holding on, knowing he'd have to drop to the floor below because he couldn't pull himself up. He just didn't have the body strength, nor the space to do so.

"Two story? Is that safe?"

The bassist didn't dare look down because fuck! That looked like a long way down. He might injure himself, so instead began doing what Minoru said and flag-polling along.

[itmeanstruth]

Safe was a very relative term in Parkour, and different for every person. Minoru couldn’t answer that question for anyone but himself, but he could at least spell out exactly how high up they were and let Fredrik make the call.

Inching toward the flagpole it was.

“Good job. Just breathe. Focus on your hands. You’ve got this.” He coached, still perched at the edge of the gutter. It was pretty close to the Ultimate Cliffhanger obstacle in American Ninja Warrior. “Solid grip, but let your body stay loose. A little bit at a time. Don’t reach for it until you get there.”

Once Fredrik was safely sliding down a pole, Minoru would drop to the ground. Two stories was within his comfort zone. But any more than that, while possible in the best circumstances, was risky - and pushed the limits of what he could do safely without injury. Anything higher than three Minoru treated with the respect it deserved. Those falls could easily end his career. Or his life.