The small boy began jogging along the river as he began to think what to do with his life. He kept jogging as the wind blew through his blonde hair that was in a complete mess, his white shirt blowing upwards revealing his featureless chest and tummy. His legs were not defined, but they were the main force within his frame as he began his training. He needed to make up for the fact that he just was not made for long fights, or really long missions for that matter. He needed to rise up and if he fell get back on his feet. He had been jogging for a whole hour now and was still going strong. Things were looking good, but he knew he had to keep going as long as he can.

Training Words = 135

The wind was blowing harder as he jogged closer to the water as it splashed against the sides of the river bank. His big blue eyes looking high up into the sky, then back down as he watched each step he made on the side. He finally was reaching the end of his first session and realised he needed to up his game a bit. He stopped near a tree and began stretching his arms a bit, side to side and high and up. He scratched his head a bit before taking off his shirt and tying it to the tree so he could fetch it later. He took a deep breath in then a slow exhaling out. He then was loosening up his ankles, rotating each foot on its own for a minute each before feeling ready. He then stepped carefully into the running shallow section of the river as he felt the chill of the water, but it was warmer than he was used to since this was not his home village. He splashed his face in the water and just played around for a bit.

Training Words = 135 + 188 = 323

Splashing around in the water he began to whirl around in a circle, pivoting on his one foot while the river spun him as he carefully altered his balance to keep spinning. The water began to rise up a bit as he then stopped and then went up the river and then began to walk faster. Going against the current of the rushing waters he focused on only one thing and that was reaching the top. He began to jog slowly through the rushing waters fighting against the currents as the water kept pushing against him, he resisted and continued on his path until he began to get faster. Rising with the tide of the river as he knew that a river was nothing compared to the raging force of a tidal wave. Soon he was going to master that which he was training for. He did not simply want to become stronger he wanted to become the strongest there is.

Training Words = 323 + 161 = 484

Struggling through the waters as he feels the currents force more strongly as he enters the deep end, the force was beginning to push him back as he endured. The young swordsmaster of the mist will not give in to a simple river, even though it was a large river and he was beginning to be submerged deeper now walking through forcefully as it was chest height. Several times he slipped and rolled back as he pushed of the bottom of the river to get his head above water again. Time and time again he gave it is all to get through this training. He then noticed the water rise up and a foamy rich white flooding wave hit him in the face, making him lose consciousness and float down the river, whether he would be okay only the villagers would know as a few of them began running down the river in order to help the young boy.

Training Words = 484 + 159 = 643
Training Endurance C to C1 = 533(old thread) + 42 = 575/575
Training Endurance C1 to C2 = 600
Total Training = 643 - 642

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