Getting Ready [ Training Thread ]

Val sighed. He really wants to go to Balbadd however something is holding him back. He does not know what it is. Maybe he needs to get more stronger. He needs more skills, more abilities. He wants to be faster. A light bulb appears in his head. He rushes to the barracks.
As he enters the barrack, he sees all this powerful guys. I hope I can be like them one day He looked at the track. Val though about some starter laps. He ran and ran 6 laps. Then he went to the practice dummies. He unsheathes his swords. He is ready to try out his new ability. But first he practices his basic slashes. He slashes to the chest and then slices the head. He knows he is not that strong but he can definitely get there. He kept practicing the slashes but then he realized he needs more strength so he goes to the weight section. He picks up 20 pounders and uses them. He is doing 20 pushups sit ups and many more core exercises. He know that other lands are going to be though but he does not know what to do. He drops the weights and picks up his sword. He practiced strength and agility and now he has to practice his skill. He does more basic skills until he got the jist of it. Now he is ready with everything.
WC: 237/500
Faerie Dance

Val holds his swords horizontally. HE tries to spin around. Ultimately he trips and falls. Then he realized he needed more balance so he losses his strength and focus more on agility. However Val does not even hit the target. HE still needs to be faster and stronger at the same time. He knew it was going to be hard. The he tried to be closer to the target but he still misses. He did not know what he was doing wrong. He kept trying and kept trying but it did not work. He does not understand why it is not working. All his calculations were right. He sighs and drops his weapons on the ground. EH looked down at the ground. HE has no hope. He needs strength. Anything. He needs the strength to complete his ability. He looks at a weird contraption. It had a strap and a slot where u can put weights. He grabbed at the strap and looked at it more closely. This was definitely going to help him. He grabs his 20 pound weight and put it in the slot. HE put on his strap tight and got ready for the laps. HE counts in his head. 3, 2, 1 He races off. He imagined himself going very slow but some how he was making great progress. He can feel his leg muscles getting stronger and  he can sustain more weight. He stops and gets a 40 pound weight. He tries again but he goes very slow. No matter what he keeps trying. After 5 laps he stops after breath. He looked at the sky. It is already night time but Val did not care. He grabs his sword again. He practiced and practiced until he finally did it. He took his swords in a position where the blades were pointing the right direction. He stands in a bended form. He knew what he had to do. He is at least 10 meters away. He knew he had to run fast. "My name is Val Achilles, the savior of this world!" Val charges at the target with all his might. He jumps in the air and spins at a 15 m/s. He finishes his move, hitting the target perfectly. The dummy fell on the ground sand fell everywhere. Val looked at the stars and laughed. He reached for the stars and grabbed them. HE knew that he will one day reach his dreams no matter what the obstacle. He unsheathes his sword and gets out of the barracks, excited for his new adventure.
WC: 666/500

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