1 Might as well do something... [Training | Open | No Kill] Tue Dec 23, 2014 8:58 am
Venrir
D-rank
The day had been gray and dark. Too bad for Venrir, he loved to look up at the sky and see the clouds casually float by. It was something to ease his mind after a hard day of missions and training. However, today it was just one big and flat color. One enormous cloud taking up the whole sky for itself. "What a selfish cloud..." , he said as his eyes peered up. "It might rain soon as well. Maybe it will bring me some refreshment when I do this training thing." He maneuvered toward the Battle Plateau. This is where he usually trains when he feels like it. He had his hoped up fro a good and successful training. After all, he had been in his mania state all day long. He had so much energy stored up in his body and all of it needed to go. That was when he wanted to go train. It was the best way to have stress go away and to get himself to rest a little. Without it he could barely sleep.
When he reached his usual practice spot, he swung his backpack on the ground and racked his knuckles. "It's time to sweat!" How much was he happy? Only himself knew that, but he screamed it out and told himself that he would not rest until he had learned something. His body was tensed up with excitement and a big grin on his face was clear to be seen.
First, he stretched his legs and arms. Placing one hand on the ground and placed a foot next to it. He set his other foot as far as possible with his heel still touching the hard substance. So Venrir did with both legs. To get his arms warmed up he swung them in circles back and forth a few times. At last, he cracked his neck from side to side.
Now he could finally start with the first punches. A nearby tree was the victim. His taijustu isn't at best, he barely uses it and only if he feels at the top of his game. Yet, he trains it like a beast. It could come in handy whenever he needs it and if right in that important moment, he doesn't have the skill. He's done for.
Since he was hyperactive the whole day, it was perfect to train is skill in close combat. His striking and speed are what he calls 'the most important'. If Venrir would somehow not have the advantage in ninjutsu. His only shot would be the punches, he is training right now.
After an hour of more taijutsu training, he fell back onto his back. "I can't do anything. Damn it. My energy has faded already. All because, I started to think negative. If I could only have more motivation to do this thing. That would help a lot." However, Venrir just couldn't get to find a little inspiration to get along with more of this useless training. He let his head hand back onto the ground and let his blue eyes wander over the surface of that one big cloud. "If I only had such confidence to take up the whole sky for myself. I envy you, cloud... Just floating and claiming the air for yourself."
Total Wordcount: 555
555 - 75 = 480
480 - 150 = 330
330 - 225 = 105
REA: E - 0 > E - 1: 75/75
REA: E - 1 > E - 2: 150/150
REA: E - 2 > E - 3: 225/225
STR: E - 0 > E - 1 : 75/75
When he reached his usual practice spot, he swung his backpack on the ground and racked his knuckles. "It's time to sweat!" How much was he happy? Only himself knew that, but he screamed it out and told himself that he would not rest until he had learned something. His body was tensed up with excitement and a big grin on his face was clear to be seen.
First, he stretched his legs and arms. Placing one hand on the ground and placed a foot next to it. He set his other foot as far as possible with his heel still touching the hard substance. So Venrir did with both legs. To get his arms warmed up he swung them in circles back and forth a few times. At last, he cracked his neck from side to side.
Now he could finally start with the first punches. A nearby tree was the victim. His taijustu isn't at best, he barely uses it and only if he feels at the top of his game. Yet, he trains it like a beast. It could come in handy whenever he needs it and if right in that important moment, he doesn't have the skill. He's done for.
Since he was hyperactive the whole day, it was perfect to train is skill in close combat. His striking and speed are what he calls 'the most important'. If Venrir would somehow not have the advantage in ninjutsu. His only shot would be the punches, he is training right now.
After an hour of more taijutsu training, he fell back onto his back. "I can't do anything. Damn it. My energy has faded already. All because, I started to think negative. If I could only have more motivation to do this thing. That would help a lot." However, Venrir just couldn't get to find a little inspiration to get along with more of this useless training. He let his head hand back onto the ground and let his blue eyes wander over the surface of that one big cloud. "If I only had such confidence to take up the whole sky for myself. I envy you, cloud... Just floating and claiming the air for yourself."
Total Wordcount: 555
555 - 75 = 480
480 - 150 = 330
330 - 225 = 105
REA: E - 0 > E - 1: 75/75
REA: E - 1 > E - 2: 150/150
REA: E - 2 > E - 3: 225/225
STR: E - 0 > E - 1 : 75/75