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Bahir

Bahir
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Bahir spared no time in packing his material things. He left a note with the King's chamber maiden to let him know that the fanalis would be out on his own, training to become a better guard. While that was true, Bahir's true reasoning for this sudden departure was much more personal and selfish. He had come to an unsettling realization as of late. He is a fanalis. A member of the race known as superior hunters. Their legs were supposedly stronger than steel; their speed unmatched. If this was true, why was Bahir so inferior to the others in terms of his strength? Merrze and Ayero seemed to be able to hold their own against other fanalis and the elite soldiers of Kou. Bahir, on the other hand, was only able to pick off the standard soldiers. Something that he wasn't too fond of when evaluating himself... especially compared to the women of his species.

Growth. This was the main reason behind Bahir's small adventure. He lifted the packed back of clothing and other equipment and strapped it to his back. I can do this... He thought to himself as he tucked his throwing spikes, Shadow's Fang, and Triple Stick into a secret compartment in his room. He didn't want to depend on any of his unorthodox weapons. He needed to work on using his race's strength as a means of fighting, not just his tricks. Well... here goes nothing... He closed his door and began his journey, leaving the palace and his duties behind for a time.




The fanalis made his way out into the sandy region that was still under the control of the Reim empire. The area was barren and only housed wreckage, or so that's all that the people of Remano knew. They didn't think that any part of the Western Front was hospitable to anything. Even if this wasn't true, Bahir wouldn't let the possibility of others being present prevent him from doing what he had to do. He just hoped that there wouldn't be anything that met with him that would end his life. Especially since his weapons and equipment were still in the palace.

He found what he figured to be a suitable place for him to call his "home" for the time being. He walked into the large metal vessel that seemed to be hollowed out from the past war with Heliohapt. He looked around him to see the other debris lying about around him. He figured that he would spend his time for the rest of the day making a makeshift building. He scoured the Western Front for up to ten meters from his base. He found a large metal sheet and lifted it slowly. With muscles tensed, Bahir carried the sheet back to the hollowed out hull and dropped it to where one of the edges embedded into the ground. Bahir took a step back to look at what he had now to decide what he was going to have to do to finish it.

The fanalis looked around and found a rather long log. It was roughly seven meters long and had a diameter of seventy centimeters. Bahir took it into his makeshift hut and set it against the second sheet of metal that he found earlier. He made sure that the log was set sturdily and wouldn't be moved by pressure. The fanalis took another step back and bent his knees a bit before springing into the air. Bahir landed on the top of the main part of his hut and reached out to the top of the new sheet.

Gripping the metal, Bahir started to pull against the metal. The log kept the main body of the sheet from moving, but gave the top half of it a pivot point for it to start to move. The fanalis was a little shocked in the progress he was making. The metal sheet was bending to him imposing his will upon it, but he could definitely feel the effects of doing so. His arms were starting to tingle and "burn". He couldn't help, but to stop what he was doing. This is ridiculous... The assassin sighed as he looked towards the ground. I think this'll be alright for the night... With that thought, Bahir leapt from the top of his makeshift hut and landed on the soft sand beneath him. The sun was setting already. With a heavy sigh, Bahir walked into his in-process hut and leaned against the metallic wall. Before he knew it, he was drifting off into sleep..
Secondary Specialization Count: 768/2000


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Bahir

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The next day, Bahir awoke bright and early. He was surprised that his night was uneventful and nothing jerked him from his slumber. Despite his surprise, he was also relieved that was the case. To have something go wrong on his first night, would have been quite demoralizing. Even so, he knew that he would just have to cope with the interruption and move on. Putting the hypothetical to the side, Bahir leapt on top of his building once more. It was time to finish the job. The fanalis extended his arms to grab the edge of the other piece of metal and then it hit him. The tingling feeling of his muscles being stretched. His attempts the day before had actually left him quite sore! Now what kind of fanalis would he be considered if word got out that his body was fatigued from bending a sheet of metal?! Bahir scoffed at himself. I've got to remedy this. So he began to pull. A few minutes passed, but he finally achieved his goal. He jumped from his perch and landed on the ground a couple of meters away from his hut. He admired his "craftsmanship" and gave a sigh of relief. "I'll just fix you up every now and then."

After accepting the shelter that he created for himself, Bahir decided to begin the reason for his solitude. His physical strength wasn't quite up to par. At least, not by his standards. Most ordinary humans would recognize his strength as a fanalis, but most of his kin would figure him the runt of his litter. This was a perception that would have to be changed before he could continue to live the lifestyle that he had chosen. He was the personal bodyguard of the Emperor of Reim now. He would have to develop himself in more than just his assassination ways.

He began simple. He started his new routine with basic exercises. He dropped to the ground and placed his hands shoulder width apart and tucked his elbows inward so that his arms would be parallel to the ground once he lowered his body. And he was off! The fanalis's movements were at a moderate pace, trying not to burn himself out quickly by going too fast, but at the same time trying to keep himself from going slow enough to fall asleep. He stopped at the count of twenty, reveling in the burning sensation in his arms. This must have been the fanalis side of him starting to show. He was enjoying the feeling of working out. Maybe this won't be so bad afterall. He concluded with a grin.

His next extent consisted of leg workouts. The man stood with his feet shoulder width apart, placing his hands on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, letting the breath reach down to the very bottom of his lungs and fill all the way to the top before exhaling even slowly. The exhale was even slower than the inhale. Without opening his eyes, he lowered himself, keeping his heels on the ground, until his knees were pointing straight out and his legs formed a ninety degree angle. Without wasting too much time in the lowered position, Bahir pushed off of his heels slowly to return his body to the standard position. The exercise wasn't as taxing on his body as the push ups were, so he decided to exceed what he did with his push ups. The assassin stopped doing the squats once he completed forty of them. The burning feeling had passed from his arms, but was now prevalent in his thighs. His adrenaline was rushing now. He had to keep going!

The fanalis started to wander the wreckage of the Western Front until he found an area that he thought he would be able to use next. The place was filled with broken down war machines. There was a particular patch that had three beams attached: two embedded into the ground and one beam connected the two. Bahir blinked and got an idea for the contraption. He leapt and grabbed onto the middle section with his palms facing his body. He hung from the construct for a little while, making sure that it could support his weight. A couple of minutes passed until the fanalis was satisified with the structural integrity of the three bars. He then crossed his legs and raised them so that they were in a ninety degree angle with his feet behind him. It didn't take long until the man was pulling himself upwards. This seemed to be a bit more challenging for him than the push ups were and he wasn't able to do nearly as many of these chin ups. He completed twelve until his arms gave out and he fell from his position. Luckily, he wasn't that high up and didn't bruise too badly from the fall.

Bahir moved slowly to his feet. His arms were definitely feeling his workout for the day. They felt almost like jelly to him! He didn't think he had done that much, but apparently he had. The sun was setting. Fuck... I gotta get back soon. Memorizing the area around him, Bahir took off running in the direction of his hut. He figured that he might as well get used to this. He planned on doing this for quite some time. When he returned to his "camp," he found his packed sack and opened it. He had only clothes and food packed. He was trying his best to stay prepared for this. Hm. I have three more weeks worth of food in here... Let's see how long I can make it last.
Secondary Specialization Count: 1726/2000


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Bahir

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A month had passed since the fanalis left Remano. In his mind, not much had changed. He noticed that a few things became much easier for him and he was having to vary the way he did some things. Of course, his lineage and the past month of his training would lead him to believe that the changes were minor. However, if any normal human were to see his training regiment now compared to when he first traveled to the Western Front, they would probably be stuck in amazement. The fanalis began his new routine and added a bit more difficulty for himself. His push ups were done in a handstand position, the squats were replaced by jumping squats with a metal beam being held across his shoulders, and his chin ups were now features a large rock hanging from his waist. After finishing the physical aspect of his routine, the fanalis prepared for the second portion: his mental training.

Ever since his lesson with Azix, Bahir had made a personal endeavor to meditate whenever possible. For the past month, he's had plenty of time to do this. His moments of meditation allowed him to reflect on his current self, his father's situation, and his new appointment as the King's Shadow. His main concerns were ways to assist Lagi and keep the man alive, as well as himself.  That would be the most difficult. Though Bahir wasn't very strong, Lagi had shown himself to be. Either way, the Shadow would do his job. It wasn't long before Bahir reopened his eyes. Those crimson eyes surveyed everything around him while he was mentally bidding the place his farewell. With a sigh, the fanalis stood from his seated position and packed all of his belongings. He was returning today, no need in staying any longer. He had business to take care of.




As Bahir returned to the capital of Reim, he noticed a few things different. He was receiving strange looks from some of the men... and even stranger looks of approval from some of the women. The fanalis tried not to pay much attention to his reception of the public and continued towards the palace. Once he was in his room, he would look over his appearance to see what would cause such a big difference in how he was viewed. It upset him even more to think that the guards of the palace didn't recognize him at first, he was the Lagi's bodyguard for crying out loud!

No foul, however. Bahir was soon able to see the difference that everyone else saw. He looked like a completely different man! His hair was long and unkempt, his jaw covered in hair, and his muscles... well let's just say that there was an improvement. Without much delay, the fanalis instantly found a razor and began to remedy his jaw of the mass of hair that collected there over the past month. He was starting to take a liking to the length of his hair though and toyed with the idea of keeping it that long.
Secondary Specialization Count: 2000+/2000


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