Subject: Have to get better. (Solo Training) Wed Aug 07, 2013 12:42 am
He entered the training field He knew what he had to do. He would do it well, he would excercise, he wanted to make him speed double. He couldn't stand having only above average speed. He wants to be as fast as possible, his statistics has shown that he wasn't even as fast as the average ninja. How was he gin to become a ninja ,esters of speed and stealth hen he wasn't even as fast as the most mundane ninja? He would show them who was below average, he would show them all. He started out his training by doing multiple rigorous laps around a 100 meter radius. As soon as he would reach the end, each leg movement felt like a great fire was traveling up him. His legs were tired, he had almost finished his first lap as he collapsed o the ground tired from the exertion. He would force his legs to/come back up, he commanded his tired body to work some more, he would not fall into one of the devil's evil sins, sloth. He would not give up at this moment, his will wouldn't let him. A new found energy drenched the flames that was climbing up his lower body, he would not be defeated today, by anyone much less his own self. He slowly picked himself up and did yet another mad dash around the lap. This time he controlled his breathing so he wouldn't waste unnecessary energy by breathing too heavily, little did he know by doing this he was expending even more energy by doing this. His muscles weren't getting enough oxygen from him breathing too slowly and as a result he produced less ATP which results in his energy vital energy that would be used to expand and contract his gmuscles to keep him running. He was lucky he hadn't torn one of his leg muscles already, he couldn't do that, he wouldn't let himself do that because it would show weakness, that and he couldn't afford the hospital bill. Furthermore he was a cloud ninja, cloud was known for their fast ninja. He just had to be faster! There was no exception! All of the most powerful ninja were fast, why be strong if your not strong enough to hit your opponent! He continued to run, swaying his arms with each leg movement, as a petty attempt to increase his strength as well as his speed. He would keep running as fast as he could, now punching the air as he continued to run. He felt tired, no... no he didn't he would refuse the existence of the word. His body began to start to give in on him the more he ran, the faster, each leg started to feel numb, jelly like. He couldn't stop, he had rejected that word from his mind, a icy cold started to grasp his toes as he continued to run forward. Maybe he had over exerted himself, no he could take this, he had to. Anything else would bring shame to him, not to his family but to him. He had no family, his parents were greedy retarded gamblers. They were dealt the final hand, they had to get rid of their boy and sell him- these thoughts once ,ore brought a new vigor to him. He kept thinking about his parents sold him to pay off the debt that would surely return back to them soon, they were addicted to gambling, the few times they did win it was all poured into their meager savings that they had so they can payoff their debts, yet as close as they came to paying off their debts they would spend all of their savings on more chips that they would then lose in an obviously rigged game of poker. He stopped for a moment, in this one moment all of the exhaustion he had gathered slammed into him all at once, he started to feel the ground getting closer to him, his eyelids falling ever so slightly, before he thought about sleep. Sleep, yeah that sounds good... He then opened his eyes again, seconds from hitting the ground, he extended both of his arms out using them to prevent his fall. He landed on his hands, holding him up before he fully stood up. The ground was slightly cracked from his fall and his hands were bruised and bleeding, he didn't feel any pain however, his will had prevented him from feeling anything but pure unadulterated peaceful blissful numbness. He readied himself to run once more, at this moment it felt like he was playing tug o war with his body over dominance, his body didn't want to engage in the actvitiy of running any more, yet he wanted it too. His body stared to exude feelings of sleepiness, his eyelids started to fall, he was tired he final admitted. Parts of his brain started to release the pheromones for sleep, as he fully closed his eyes and drifted to sleep while standing up. A stairway appeared in his mind, he started to walk up it slowly, then he started running up it, when he reached the top his eye lids slammed open, he hadn't forgotten his goal, he looked around and he was still standing, he was still there. His body didn't want to move again, until he forced it too, he was in charge here. Not his body, him! He started to run laps once more again, he wouldn't be defeated. A familiar icy numbness settled over his body again as he blocked out all feelings of tiredness. He ran, his feet could be heard hitting the ground at increasing paces, seemingly exponentially. Each leg would be thrust forward of the other one, making a rhythm that would keep on increasing as he ran faster and faster. He didn't feel anything anymore, he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing any more, he just had one core objective in sight, one thing he had to accomplish. He couldn't stop it, he just would have to keep going, he had to be like the energizer bunny. He had nothing special, he was just a normal boy, no special abilities like those from those fancy clans have, nothing. The one thing he did have however, was the will to keep going and to never quit. He couldn't allow his will to waver. Will and Adrenaline those were the only things he was fueled on right now, his breathing started to go back to the breathing of that of that word person again. He couldn't allow himself to think that word he reminded himself inside of his mind as he kept going. He was slowly running out of thrust, yet he couldn't be 'that word' once more. He already passed out who knows for how long. The moon was beautiful tonight, wait the moon? When he started he had just finished lunch, thinking of lunch.... As if on cue his stomach started to growl loudly, it was as if his body was thinking of any and all excuses to get him to stop the activity of running. He started to think about how impressive it was that he could multitask like this, thinking to such a degree like this he started to wonder why was the most complicated piece of knowledge he had in his mind as he was running. He shook his head dismissing the thought as that was irrelevant to what he was currently doing.