Wishing to Improve [Class-Training]

Day 1~

The sun beating down on his back. Just like his thoughts, everything seemed to be weighing down on Casrare. He failed to achieve anything during the crusades. Even just along on his journey to Kina he learned how incapable he really was. He'd be crippled by the sheltering of his nation, he could slightly fight sure but it meant nothing if he only fought when thought there was war. No more, he had to do more, he needed to be able to do more.

So now here he stood, the Kina evening sun reflecting off the island's turquoise waters. Under a coconut with a heart full of resolve, he was ready to start his training. Currently he could only apply an effect to one limb, but now he had to push further to more limbs, and if it was possible quick switch to another function.

Sand curled in between his toes, as he firmed his stance he'd focus on the feeling of his legs. Reaching deep, as if communing with his cells. The needed to be more limber, provide more power. He'd feel his legs tighten, and with that, he'd leap. Going up into the air 5m, of the 20m tall tree. Thud! "Looks like this is gonna take more effort than I thought" he'd think.

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Day 2~


Boooiiiiiiiiiinggggggggggggggg! It took all of yesterday but he was able to put some spring in his step. Now the hard part was hitting the coconut. Each jump put him closer and closer. If he could reach one on the top he'd sharpen his nails, in order to provide small but accurate blades to slash the fruit. It was also a good way for him to practice accuracy. Now, with the fruit in his vision, he'd draw his arm back.

"Nows my chance!" He'd roar as the top of the tree was now in his reach. With a quick strike, he'd swing his arm it would fly towards the solid shell.

Thunk! "AGH Damnit!" Thud! "DOUBLE DAMN!" he shouted.

Not only did he thwack the side of his hand into it he fell on his ass, again. He was doing this for accuracy as well, so back at the grind. He'd firm his legs, making them elastic, compressing down to impress his jump power. Boinggggggggggg!

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Day 3~

Swwhshhwssswwwshhhhhhh the waves crashed, rolling with the full moon's light. He'd been at it for three days, only eating when he got too light-headed. Frustration furrowed in his brow as he failed to get it right each time. He had to get it down, he could keep his nails sharp, he could switch on time every time now. His accuracy, however, failed each time as his tan hand was now painted purple from bruising. Tsk He would sigh out "last shot for the night."

Boingggggg! Soaring up, the chirping of crickets followed him, The calmness of the night filled his mind, halfway up the tree he'd draw his hand back in early preparation. His legs reverted to normal, now only a few feet away from the tree he'd focused on his nails, commanding them to grow and sharpen. He was closing in now, the time to strike was now upon him.

Swwwwshicckk! Thunk! This time landing on his feet he'd stand next to his sweet reward. Pickup up the coconut pride would fill him. He heard the milk from the fruit was rich and provided plenty of nutrients. After busting his body up each day just to make these small strides he really needed it.

It only helped highlight how much more was to come, he had to keep pushing his body. He was weird, his body was weird, and that would be his opinion. Not wishing to stress himself he'd clear his thoughts and take a big gulp of the milk as he'd rest in the night.

Yuck!

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