Post by kyoumou kobushi on Aug 15, 2011 14:17:11 GMT -5
"Uwa!" Smash, a glorious powerful punch led into the boulder, the intense physical power releasing in great force; this technique moved straight through the boulder. It was obliterated, the relaxed expression of the young males face, his eyes stretching over the fallen pieces as he watched the fruition of his training come down to a science of his own ability. "Hell yeah, that was easy, punching that iron dummy does give your fist supreme hardness..." Gazing at his fists as he watched the bandages, it was clear that he was getting far stronger than normal. The progression since that battle, made him improve.
It was almost sunrise, as his eyes were hit by various beams thanks to the all night training session. The factors of both perfecting and trying to create new techniques for his arsenal usually made him stay up much more past his birthdays, showing his willingness to become a stronger individual. It took him great lengths to get to where he was even now, since he was a kid. Showing the world that taijutsu was more impressive and could do more than those two stupid ninjutsu and genjutsu (though this was more because he had no real talent in them). Thus, he made a vow to become the best taijutsu master of his own generation. That, was a promise, a promise that he made towards his team, his sensei, and his family. Whether he could put his money where his mouth was, that was a different story.
Starting the regimen of exercise that he usually took on days without missions, he would begin with the finger push-ups, to increase the gripping force of his four fingers and thumb. It could be considered something that was hellish, considering his entire weight was more muscular than some tiny fingers. It wasn't explicit however, it wasn't as if he could do so, after all he had been trying to train his body to its absolute limit. Pushing himself further and further with every passing moment. It was the body that would produce the warrior, along with the mind. He was prepared and ready for his next mission. This was the preparation, to push his limits once again.
Time passed, as he lifted himself with one-arm, increasing the difficulty of the arising tension within the task at hand. His fingers having become bloodied, yet the feeling had left them, after all. It was because of the past training, the training to be able to forget the pain of the fight, the pain of the training, the transcendence of limitations. It was his father, who made him like this; giving him a chance at a young age... making him tune-out such things within the tasks of giving the absolute fullest. Making his fists like sculpted stones that could feel no pain, while punching stone or steel. That way, his strength wouldn't be characterized by his pain, but by his own will.
He didn't stop, with sun reaching the mid-point of the sky, though not yet its highest, he wouldn't allow this day to slip past him. Keeping his body poised and ready to strike. Creating an empty space for himself to move within, slipping his foot forward as he made his weight push forth. Shadow boxing with the air around him, keeping his body moving and creating space for himself. Dodging, accelerating, punching and kicking, his eyes were closed. He visualized the opponent, someone of his own caliber it would seem, waving his fists back and forth. Blocking the next hit as he spun on his heel releasing a high kick. Back-lash kicked in as he pushed off his large toe and did another spinning kick. "Whirlwind Kicks!"
Taking his body into a relaxed spinning motion to fall towards the ground, he would spin on his heel, taking his body back into position as he closed his eyes. His legs spreading apart; he moved forward as his eyes gazed onward to what would be an infinite road of possibilities. "One enemy isn't enough... how about multiple!" His voice would release a willingness of battle, within what he had envisioned. A battle of the armies, slaying still the cruel emotions of a warring mind that would make nothing less of an advanced fight. A battle within the head of someone who loved the thrill, someone who lived to become stronger. Was this evil or was this misunderstood, it didn't matter; he would live for battle and die within it. That was a guarantee.
The battle raged for two hours, his inner eye seeing what combat would be like, feeling the motions of his own body performing at their peak the willingness to fight obscenely high, his breath growing shorter. What he had truly seen was himself getting hit by things such as blades, kunai blades to the legs and arms, and battle scars. He felt as though this army was something more, something that couldn't be dealt with by normal means. Almost at the limits of his own strength a she grasped his hands towards his body. "Transcend your limits, and don't screw yourself, that is the true will of a fighter!" The loud scream came with a large seemingly demonic grin, as he punched forward, the finale of his mental collapse due to the exhaustion he placed himself through, came in an instant. He would fall, and go unconscious.
The winds would pick-up as he laid there by himself in this lonesome place, his eyes slowly opening as thirty minutes would pass. A blurred vision would arise from where he kept himself, what was this, a face? His eyes would open fully, seeing what would become clearly; and distastefully someone that he didn't want to see for this period of time.
It was almost sunrise, as his eyes were hit by various beams thanks to the all night training session. The factors of both perfecting and trying to create new techniques for his arsenal usually made him stay up much more past his birthdays, showing his willingness to become a stronger individual. It took him great lengths to get to where he was even now, since he was a kid. Showing the world that taijutsu was more impressive and could do more than those two stupid ninjutsu and genjutsu (though this was more because he had no real talent in them). Thus, he made a vow to become the best taijutsu master of his own generation. That, was a promise, a promise that he made towards his team, his sensei, and his family. Whether he could put his money where his mouth was, that was a different story.
Starting the regimen of exercise that he usually took on days without missions, he would begin with the finger push-ups, to increase the gripping force of his four fingers and thumb. It could be considered something that was hellish, considering his entire weight was more muscular than some tiny fingers. It wasn't explicit however, it wasn't as if he could do so, after all he had been trying to train his body to its absolute limit. Pushing himself further and further with every passing moment. It was the body that would produce the warrior, along with the mind. He was prepared and ready for his next mission. This was the preparation, to push his limits once again.
Time passed, as he lifted himself with one-arm, increasing the difficulty of the arising tension within the task at hand. His fingers having become bloodied, yet the feeling had left them, after all. It was because of the past training, the training to be able to forget the pain of the fight, the pain of the training, the transcendence of limitations. It was his father, who made him like this; giving him a chance at a young age... making him tune-out such things within the tasks of giving the absolute fullest. Making his fists like sculpted stones that could feel no pain, while punching stone or steel. That way, his strength wouldn't be characterized by his pain, but by his own will.
He didn't stop, with sun reaching the mid-point of the sky, though not yet its highest, he wouldn't allow this day to slip past him. Keeping his body poised and ready to strike. Creating an empty space for himself to move within, slipping his foot forward as he made his weight push forth. Shadow boxing with the air around him, keeping his body moving and creating space for himself. Dodging, accelerating, punching and kicking, his eyes were closed. He visualized the opponent, someone of his own caliber it would seem, waving his fists back and forth. Blocking the next hit as he spun on his heel releasing a high kick. Back-lash kicked in as he pushed off his large toe and did another spinning kick. "Whirlwind Kicks!"
Taking his body into a relaxed spinning motion to fall towards the ground, he would spin on his heel, taking his body back into position as he closed his eyes. His legs spreading apart; he moved forward as his eyes gazed onward to what would be an infinite road of possibilities. "One enemy isn't enough... how about multiple!" His voice would release a willingness of battle, within what he had envisioned. A battle of the armies, slaying still the cruel emotions of a warring mind that would make nothing less of an advanced fight. A battle within the head of someone who loved the thrill, someone who lived to become stronger. Was this evil or was this misunderstood, it didn't matter; he would live for battle and die within it. That was a guarantee.
The battle raged for two hours, his inner eye seeing what combat would be like, feeling the motions of his own body performing at their peak the willingness to fight obscenely high, his breath growing shorter. What he had truly seen was himself getting hit by things such as blades, kunai blades to the legs and arms, and battle scars. He felt as though this army was something more, something that couldn't be dealt with by normal means. Almost at the limits of his own strength a she grasped his hands towards his body. "Transcend your limits, and don't screw yourself, that is the true will of a fighter!" The loud scream came with a large seemingly demonic grin, as he punched forward, the finale of his mental collapse due to the exhaustion he placed himself through, came in an instant. He would fall, and go unconscious.
The winds would pick-up as he laid there by himself in this lonesome place, his eyes slowly opening as thirty minutes would pass. A blurred vision would arise from where he kept himself, what was this, a face? His eyes would open fully, seeing what would become clearly; and distastefully someone that he didn't want to see for this period of time.
[/style][style=font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 50px; margin-left: 280px; height: 100px; margin-top: 2px; color: #ffffff;]Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems