1 Screw the system! (invite only) Mon Dec 24, 2018 12:40 am
Michibo
D-rank
Michibo had seen it, felt it and knew it. There was a higher level of strength out there than he had ever felt before. There was a level that could be achieved. Being at the level he was now was no longer something he could just accept. He wanted it. The strength to fight the gods. To be everything anyone could be in the world. He wanted to overpower everything. Even his own limitations. To surpass them entirely. Now he was driven to do more. To train harder. To excel beyond his weakness and his disease. If they could become monsters he could to. He was halfway there anyway. The unwanted orphan half breed bastard child. His clan denying him because he was too weak. All of it was just fuel for his fires. His drive to become more. Screw the lot of them. He knew there was more to come now and he wasn't going to stop until he had it. Even those other ninja the other day acting like they were out of his reach. He wasn't so pathetic as that. Nor so forgiving as to let it go that they implied that they were out of his league. He would surpass them too.
For now he was on the deck of his ship just an hour after sunrise. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and was walking around barefoot with only bandages wrapped around his torso and shoulders. Sitting on a chair off to the side was a box of donuts with two glazed donuts missing and one with a bite out of it out of six. However Michibo was leaning against a rail already drenched in sweat. Taking the time to drink some water out of a water bottle. He had to take a break so his asthma would chill out. Getting out of breath so easily was some shit but it happened. Perhaps the only thing he inherited from his shit sperm donor was the clan disease. His taking the form of asthma of all things. None of the Kaguya were born disease free anyway. Despite their protest it was only further proof for him that he was in fact a Kaguya. If the bone jutsu wouldn't cut it though the disease wouldn't either. Still his breathing was normal now. So it was time to get back to it and stop thinking about why or who. Such simple thoughts didn't even come up in a fight anyway. Just distractions.
Still he would drink the water bottle down to half before capping it and setting it upright in the donuts box. He was on board the pirate ship he had commandeered from some pirates with help. Some blood stains were still here and there. Not easily washed away. The ship was at the end of some docks in an abandoned harbor some distance from the village but it was home for him now. He had managed to move in once the old tenants were...well they were for the fish now. It had taken him forever and a wheelbarrow to get the punching bag there though. It now hung from one of the sail beams. A chain holding it there danging back and forth slowly with the sound of metal slowly whining. Michibo would take a breath before stepping up to it again. Moving through a couple of Muay Tai stances before beginning a rhythmical thudding of him preforming martial arts combos on the bag. Slow at first but picking up speed and power. Left elbow followed by right knee. Left kick left elbow. Flying right knee left elbow drop. Left elbow right elbow uppercut. Series of jabs to face before knee to side three times. So on and so on.
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For now he was on the deck of his ship just an hour after sunrise. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and was walking around barefoot with only bandages wrapped around his torso and shoulders. Sitting on a chair off to the side was a box of donuts with two glazed donuts missing and one with a bite out of it out of six. However Michibo was leaning against a rail already drenched in sweat. Taking the time to drink some water out of a water bottle. He had to take a break so his asthma would chill out. Getting out of breath so easily was some shit but it happened. Perhaps the only thing he inherited from his shit sperm donor was the clan disease. His taking the form of asthma of all things. None of the Kaguya were born disease free anyway. Despite their protest it was only further proof for him that he was in fact a Kaguya. If the bone jutsu wouldn't cut it though the disease wouldn't either. Still his breathing was normal now. So it was time to get back to it and stop thinking about why or who. Such simple thoughts didn't even come up in a fight anyway. Just distractions.
Still he would drink the water bottle down to half before capping it and setting it upright in the donuts box. He was on board the pirate ship he had commandeered from some pirates with help. Some blood stains were still here and there. Not easily washed away. The ship was at the end of some docks in an abandoned harbor some distance from the village but it was home for him now. He had managed to move in once the old tenants were...well they were for the fish now. It had taken him forever and a wheelbarrow to get the punching bag there though. It now hung from one of the sail beams. A chain holding it there danging back and forth slowly with the sound of metal slowly whining. Michibo would take a breath before stepping up to it again. Moving through a couple of Muay Tai stances before beginning a rhythmical thudding of him preforming martial arts combos on the bag. Slow at first but picking up speed and power. Left elbow followed by right knee. Left kick left elbow. Flying right knee left elbow drop. Left elbow right elbow uppercut. Series of jabs to face before knee to side three times. So on and so on.
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