Of all the many LAW training facilities across japan, there was one in particular that Videle Diavola favored. So much so that she was willing to go out of her way, bypassing the nearest gym, to train at her preferred location. This particular LAW training center was practically on the beach itself, with some of it's facilities situated outside, where patrons could workout with the pristine beach itself as a backdrop. Sometimes it was simply too hot and muggy to train outdoors, and the Japanese summers could be brutal in that regard. But when the sun wasn't too punishing and there was a sharp, cool breeze blowing off the water, there was no better place to throw hands at a heavy bag, as far as Videle was concerned.
Best of all, not as many wrestlers used this gym. Less chance that someone might pick a fight or scout out her fighting technique.
Intending to run down to the beach for a swim after her workout, Videle trained in her bikini. Sadly for on-lookers, she wore a white cotton shirt over it, though it was still short enough to leave little to the imagination. And so to the outdoor portion of the gym she went, the wind tossing her black hair as she squared up her favorite heavy bag and went to work, deciding to work on her boxing skills today. Soon, the gym-patrons and beach goers alike were forgotten, and she was aware of nothing except for the rhythmic sound of her fists jabbing the punching bag.
