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J is for Jogging
It's quite a sight to see Ibiki jogging. If you get up early enough you can find him running around Konoha, wearing the least amount of clothing you'll ever see him wear in public. Instead of his trench-coat, he wears a black muscle shirt and black pair of pants, his headband firmly in place- something he can get away with, considering that it doesn't get hot until much later in the day. When it was that early, he didn't care who saw the scars on his arms.
Ibiki found running to be a good way to get his mind off things as well as a good way to exercise. He didn't have much spare time, considering his position, but a forty-five minute jog every day was invigorating and kept him in good enough shape until the weekend, where he could get a good workout in. He didn't care if he sweated like a pig, or how many old ladies who got up at dawn to water flowers he scared, he liked it.
It calmed him after a bad nightmare and made him more alert, while letting him not have to think for a blessed time. For a man who spent most of his waking hours agonizing over paperwork and Intel he'd received, the silence and the fact that he didn't need to think was just amazing. Ibiki couldn't think of anything better than a jog in the dark, when the morning air was still crisp and smelled like grass and the scent of pure freshness. Maybe it was a little too romantic of a notion for a man like Ibiki, but he couldn't care less.
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