1 No Train No Gain[Training/Invite Only] Sun Mar 04, 2018 1:01 pm
Maikumaru
A-rank
Maikeru began to throw his fists and elbows at the training dummies. He had been doing this for an hour or so, allowing with other training exercises. He started to put up a sweat. He had became angry with himself. He had been out of shape, out of the action, lazy with his training. He hadn't gotten any stronger. Takehare would no doubt look down on his non-actions. Maikeru jumped, and kneed the wooden dummy, putting a slight crack in it. That was enough of the dummies for now.
He had this apiphany not too long ago. He saw a fellow Shinobi of his. Upon joining the village, that shinobi was weaker than he was. And now he was stronger. Much stronger. Far stronger than Maikeru had ever been. And for a moment, he thought he was stronger than Maikeru could ever be. The Maikeru grew angrier at this thought. He ran over to a boulder, and began using it as a punching bag. He had trained his durability enough to make him feel little pain. "At least I was able to accomplish that much." He kept angering and berating himself, calling himself a weakling. He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to have so many shinobi easily surpass him. The thought of his weakness made him sick to his stomach. "What would Takehare say? What would he say? He would call me a useless little punk!" His durability could only last for so long as his knuckles began to visibly bleed. He got complacent. He got soft. He hadn't even gained an Explosion Style Jutsu for which his Clan was famed for. He stopped. Maikeru looked at his knuckles. They were bleeding a little too much. He wrapped them up and took a long, deep sigh. I can't loose my cool. Bitching won't get me stronger. He put a smile on his face. Time to put in some more work. He began doing push-ups and sit ups. He regain his confidence. He felt a spark inside him. One that would soon explode.
WC: 357
E-3-D Strength
He had this apiphany not too long ago. He saw a fellow Shinobi of his. Upon joining the village, that shinobi was weaker than he was. And now he was stronger. Much stronger. Far stronger than Maikeru had ever been. And for a moment, he thought he was stronger than Maikeru could ever be. The Maikeru grew angrier at this thought. He ran over to a boulder, and began using it as a punching bag. He had trained his durability enough to make him feel little pain. "At least I was able to accomplish that much." He kept angering and berating himself, calling himself a weakling. He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to have so many shinobi easily surpass him. The thought of his weakness made him sick to his stomach. "What would Takehare say? What would he say? He would call me a useless little punk!" His durability could only last for so long as his knuckles began to visibly bleed. He got complacent. He got soft. He hadn't even gained an Explosion Style Jutsu for which his Clan was famed for. He stopped. Maikeru looked at his knuckles. They were bleeding a little too much. He wrapped them up and took a long, deep sigh. I can't loose my cool. Bitching won't get me stronger. He put a smile on his face. Time to put in some more work. He began doing push-ups and sit ups. He regain his confidence. He felt a spark inside him. One that would soon explode.
WC: 357
E-3-D Strength