You've gotta be enthusiastic about something if you're really gonna put your heart into it.

[ He's leading them toward the forest with the confidence of a path frequently-taken. They eventually come to a clearing that's comfortably wide enough for a spar. There are targets littered on every side of it, each one with what appears to be only a few bullet holes each. Closer inspection reveals wearing at the edge of each hole; a near-perfect shot into the same spot over and over, hundreds of times.

There are also heavy rocks, weights, blindfolds, things tied to strings, and other assorted items scattered around for god only knows what. ]