1 The Power of Training [Open/No Kill] Fri Aug 07, 2015 9:29 am
Ryota Suzuki
D-rank
This was it. Since he was around, he may as well work on self-improvement over time. Facing the foot of the mountain as sun shone down, gently cooking his black hoodie and training shorts, Ryota had a plan set out in mind. Stretch, jog as far up this mountain as he could manage, get there then work out for the day. He would overcome his weakness in this land and return home improved, as good as any of his peers!
Vigour pumping in his blood it was time to get his pulse racing. Easing his left foot back to a stretch, leaning into his right, delicate adjustments corrected the twinge to be a more beneficial strain on tendons and muscles. As he leant in the shinobi grasped his elbow, stretching out his left arm behind his head. Ah, stretches were tedious chores after such a break. Alternating the stance, a grunt escaped. It'd been a while since he'd done this. During the travelling to get here there hadn't been exactly a bundle of hours to stop and train as he usually did. This was a grating experience for his bones, feeling like stones grating against one another as he ceased to move on to pulling back his hand with full extension of his arm, dropping down into a long leg stretch with carefully maintained balance. The minor wobbling and some quivering in his leg coaxed a touch of anger from him. What kind of assassin couldn't balance on their own two feet? Gritting his teeth and tightening his body, stability returned permitting him to relax his muscles again. A feeling of sweat beginning to drip inside his clothes came along with the sensation of heat close to his face throughout this whole glorified holiday. Taking steady breath, Ryota became steadily aware of just how little he had gotten used to this climate. Rising up, Ryota decided that was about enough stretching for now. Ideally more would have been done but this was how things were. By estimate, it would be forty five minutes jogging at least to scale this thing to reach a point he was satisfied with.
A devilish grin spread across his face, breaking into a light jog on the spot to get his early tempo going. Eyeing the mountain he was almost daring it to try and defeat him, muttering to himself in renewed resolve.
"I can do it. I will do it. I must become the greatest assassin there is!" With a will like steel behind it, Ryota set on his way up the mountain path. Beat by beat, footfall by footfall rocks crunched under standard issue boots as the gentle incline welcomed him. Sure, he could take on this entire mountain!
Burning. Burning all the way up his legs. Ok, perhaps will of steel had been an over estimation of his own body's capacity to hold out against a new climate and a resumed regime after such a long gap. Barely fifteen minutes later and his vision hazed like the mist itself had polluted his eyes, screaming for him to come home as dehydration set in to claw at his skull with nails of pain the boy bent double under the weight of his bravado. He was sure to die if this continued, wailed a heart beating out a thunderstorm. Heaving in a huge, aching breath into struggling lungs beads of sweat seemed to course across his entire body. Rubbing uncomfortably warm sleeves along the slime accumulated across his body, Ryota pondered if it was time to go back. Every aching muscle, aching joint wanted him to.
No. He hadn't come this far for nothing.
Snatching up a bottle of once ice cold water he swilled the lukewarm mixture into waiting maw, base of the bottle turned skyward. As head fell back down with a gasp, two thirds roughly preserved from his avaricious desire to feel as cold as possible. Diverting himself to a small outcropping upon the shelf the real challenge came now!
Wasting no time, Ryota dropped forth onto his hands, bracing down and blazing straight into push-ups. He'd be damned if this mountain or his body were going to defeat this mind! As his water bottle clattered against the ground he began to count aloud, "Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight!" A burning in his arms was a welcome break from the trauma of mountainside jogging to his legs. The thirty second break between exercises was like heaven for him, sitting on his knees with back straight to fight against weary lungs. Taking a sip of water he dropped into the next dreaded task, planking. Keeping himself suspended soon left globules of sweat dripping to the floor as his chest attempted to heave. "No!" He cried out through the aching training. His body would not cave to this. As he eased up from forearms back to his knees mental castigation sank in, this would certainly not do to become so accursedly complacent. Sifting through a handful of other work out, Ryota circle five full sets over the next twenty minutes, soon surrendering to a longer break and finally sitting his ass down to drink.
It was going to be interesting making spats of training here until it was time to head home, panting in the air clutching a plastic bottle in the sun. It most definitely was going to be hard pushing to catch up to his peers in that time, too. After all, he didn't have the benefit of an exam behind him.
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Vigour pumping in his blood it was time to get his pulse racing. Easing his left foot back to a stretch, leaning into his right, delicate adjustments corrected the twinge to be a more beneficial strain on tendons and muscles. As he leant in the shinobi grasped his elbow, stretching out his left arm behind his head. Ah, stretches were tedious chores after such a break. Alternating the stance, a grunt escaped. It'd been a while since he'd done this. During the travelling to get here there hadn't been exactly a bundle of hours to stop and train as he usually did. This was a grating experience for his bones, feeling like stones grating against one another as he ceased to move on to pulling back his hand with full extension of his arm, dropping down into a long leg stretch with carefully maintained balance. The minor wobbling and some quivering in his leg coaxed a touch of anger from him. What kind of assassin couldn't balance on their own two feet? Gritting his teeth and tightening his body, stability returned permitting him to relax his muscles again. A feeling of sweat beginning to drip inside his clothes came along with the sensation of heat close to his face throughout this whole glorified holiday. Taking steady breath, Ryota became steadily aware of just how little he had gotten used to this climate. Rising up, Ryota decided that was about enough stretching for now. Ideally more would have been done but this was how things were. By estimate, it would be forty five minutes jogging at least to scale this thing to reach a point he was satisfied with.
A devilish grin spread across his face, breaking into a light jog on the spot to get his early tempo going. Eyeing the mountain he was almost daring it to try and defeat him, muttering to himself in renewed resolve.
"I can do it. I will do it. I must become the greatest assassin there is!" With a will like steel behind it, Ryota set on his way up the mountain path. Beat by beat, footfall by footfall rocks crunched under standard issue boots as the gentle incline welcomed him. Sure, he could take on this entire mountain!
Burning. Burning all the way up his legs. Ok, perhaps will of steel had been an over estimation of his own body's capacity to hold out against a new climate and a resumed regime after such a long gap. Barely fifteen minutes later and his vision hazed like the mist itself had polluted his eyes, screaming for him to come home as dehydration set in to claw at his skull with nails of pain the boy bent double under the weight of his bravado. He was sure to die if this continued, wailed a heart beating out a thunderstorm. Heaving in a huge, aching breath into struggling lungs beads of sweat seemed to course across his entire body. Rubbing uncomfortably warm sleeves along the slime accumulated across his body, Ryota pondered if it was time to go back. Every aching muscle, aching joint wanted him to.
No. He hadn't come this far for nothing.
Snatching up a bottle of once ice cold water he swilled the lukewarm mixture into waiting maw, base of the bottle turned skyward. As head fell back down with a gasp, two thirds roughly preserved from his avaricious desire to feel as cold as possible. Diverting himself to a small outcropping upon the shelf the real challenge came now!
Wasting no time, Ryota dropped forth onto his hands, bracing down and blazing straight into push-ups. He'd be damned if this mountain or his body were going to defeat this mind! As his water bottle clattered against the ground he began to count aloud, "Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight!" A burning in his arms was a welcome break from the trauma of mountainside jogging to his legs. The thirty second break between exercises was like heaven for him, sitting on his knees with back straight to fight against weary lungs. Taking a sip of water he dropped into the next dreaded task, planking. Keeping himself suspended soon left globules of sweat dripping to the floor as his chest attempted to heave. "No!" He cried out through the aching training. His body would not cave to this. As he eased up from forearms back to his knees mental castigation sank in, this would certainly not do to become so accursedly complacent. Sifting through a handful of other work out, Ryota circle five full sets over the next twenty minutes, soon surrendering to a longer break and finally sitting his ass down to drink.
It was going to be interesting making spats of training here until it was time to head home, panting in the air clutching a plastic bottle in the sun. It most definitely was going to be hard pushing to catch up to his peers in that time, too. After all, he didn't have the benefit of an exam behind him.
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