A beanpole of a youth punches the air rapidly, striking at falling sakura petals. This might not be so impressive, if not for the fact that he stands on one hand, and each punch requires him to bounce into the air, punch, then land and balance on the opposite hand. His legs are too busy holding up giant cement blocks to be stood upon. Sweat pours from his face and has formed a puddle on the ground beneath him, yet he continues this aerobics without hesitation.

"Ten-thousand and ninety-one...!"