Jahangir stood in the midst of a dark chamber, it was the dead of night, Or maybe the beginning of morning? Hell it might already be noon. To say the least he had been here a very very long time. Inspired by his own organizations Echidna's techniques, he decided to further his abilities and learn a new distinct way of fighting. He would master stealth techniques now, both conventional and non conventional an learn the skills of a trained assassin. Not that most of the skills he was learning were anything that he had seen before that is. Jahan was now conditioning his body to be accustomed o the darkness, he would have to live within a complex dark chamber for a week.
The chamber was huge and home like, having many of the basic functions any house would have, complete with stairs, no windows a bathroom and many things to bump into and fall over. Also the mental factor of being locked within a dark cell for days on end was rather nerve wrecking, even worse for jahangir whom with his impatience and ADHD, was well going insane. The only things that were keeping him within a shred of sanity was the constant focus on training. He trained his body into so much exhaustion that he would simply pass out and be unable to think about the constant boredom. He didnt want to think yet he thought constantly about what was going on in Tarturus, and the outside world period. He was wondering if he left his fireplace burning, if the horses were being brushed, if all of the wheels on the carriages were secured. All types of meaningless things that he would usually have no time for, yet this time he had no other thoughts in his mind. This was all that he could think of besides the darkness around him, which consequently just was not so dark anymore.
Little by little it began to simply "brighten up". Not to say he could see in the dark, but he could see a hell of a lot better than a normal person in the dark, pitch black was a couple of shades lighter to him. He began to be able to move through out the chamber with ease no longer bumping into things or falling down the stairs, he was able to run skip, and pretty much anything he wanted to do in the chamber with out any problems. He also noted that things began sounding a lot more distinctive, not exactly louder but the sound of his own footsteps had became apparent to him. Likewise an outside sounds leaking into the chamber had became rather distinct. Birds chirping, animals, even the sound of rain. Withing another week he was let outside the chamber by his comrades, and was given a well deserved pat on the back.
However Jahangir would find that his training was not over yet, he would have to learn to do many miscellaneous tasks. He was brought into a particular area of the Typhon building in order to learn how to walk. The entire task seemed completely idiotic to Jahangir.
"Ughhh " he sighed removing his shoes and waiting beside his teacher "Knife" whom was coincidentally one of his squad mates.
"You need to learn to balance your weight, while walking as softly and quickly as possible without making a sound. We'll star slow at first but we wont end this until you can run without making noise."
Knife was a pretty, young woman, she was 18 and sporty turquoise hair. She often wore her bandana over her face, even in public which even though was a bold move in general did well to hide her gender. Most would think she was a pretty boy at first glance and few have seen her whole face other than Jahan.
"Alright, Alright, Piece of cake"
Knife smirked and Jahan got to work, stepping carefully in order to avoid any noises, yet knife was able to hear his footsteps as he steped on a creaky floorboard. She shook her head a stern look on her face before tapping Jahans foot signalling for him to move back the last step. As he arched his bare foot over the same spot he recently messed up on knife struck his heals, causing a D-Tier wound.
"Oww! What the Hell Kni-"
"Silence! Assas-"
"No you shut up! you just fucking hit me!"
-_-
She has obviously forgot the nature of her leader. The training session went on like this for several days much longer than planned for before Jahan had mastered the technique and was able to run without making as much as a sound.
The next bit of training for Jahangir was knife throwing, something that he actually picked up with relative ease. Yet it wasn't simply being able to throw knives that was the goal but to master the "art of ranged knife assassination". Or whatever knife had wanted to call it, at this point jahan was sure she was just making up names to sound cool. Something he was also a fan of to be quite frank. Jahangir started off in the woods with Knife, whom had acquired her nickname threw her uncanny ability to throw knives. He was throwing knives at targets like normal knife training, then the ranges were extended, the time was shortened and then the thing with the blindfold. It was ludicrous, he began to have to use all of his senses to throw knives, he threw multiple knives simultaneously. He had endurance training to extend the amount of times he could simply throw knives, which to his knowledge was a very very long time. Then he had to practice those same techniques with shuriken, needles, kunais, tomahawks all kinds of Kou weaponry. Even things that shouldn't be considered weapons at all in general like coins.
This training lasted for another 2 weeks, which brought his stealth training time to a month. This was almost nothing like Strength training and definitely nothing like Magoi manipulation. There was a week long Cram period in which Knife and Raven taught Jahan more of the basic assassin skills.
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The chamber was huge and home like, having many of the basic functions any house would have, complete with stairs, no windows a bathroom and many things to bump into and fall over. Also the mental factor of being locked within a dark cell for days on end was rather nerve wrecking, even worse for jahangir whom with his impatience and ADHD, was well going insane. The only things that were keeping him within a shred of sanity was the constant focus on training. He trained his body into so much exhaustion that he would simply pass out and be unable to think about the constant boredom. He didnt want to think yet he thought constantly about what was going on in Tarturus, and the outside world period. He was wondering if he left his fireplace burning, if the horses were being brushed, if all of the wheels on the carriages were secured. All types of meaningless things that he would usually have no time for, yet this time he had no other thoughts in his mind. This was all that he could think of besides the darkness around him, which consequently just was not so dark anymore.
Little by little it began to simply "brighten up". Not to say he could see in the dark, but he could see a hell of a lot better than a normal person in the dark, pitch black was a couple of shades lighter to him. He began to be able to move through out the chamber with ease no longer bumping into things or falling down the stairs, he was able to run skip, and pretty much anything he wanted to do in the chamber with out any problems. He also noted that things began sounding a lot more distinctive, not exactly louder but the sound of his own footsteps had became apparent to him. Likewise an outside sounds leaking into the chamber had became rather distinct. Birds chirping, animals, even the sound of rain. Withing another week he was let outside the chamber by his comrades, and was given a well deserved pat on the back.
However Jahangir would find that his training was not over yet, he would have to learn to do many miscellaneous tasks. He was brought into a particular area of the Typhon building in order to learn how to walk. The entire task seemed completely idiotic to Jahangir.
"Ughhh " he sighed removing his shoes and waiting beside his teacher "Knife" whom was coincidentally one of his squad mates.
"You need to learn to balance your weight, while walking as softly and quickly as possible without making a sound. We'll star slow at first but we wont end this until you can run without making noise."
Knife was a pretty, young woman, she was 18 and sporty turquoise hair. She often wore her bandana over her face, even in public which even though was a bold move in general did well to hide her gender. Most would think she was a pretty boy at first glance and few have seen her whole face other than Jahan.
"Alright, Alright, Piece of cake"
Knife smirked and Jahan got to work, stepping carefully in order to avoid any noises, yet knife was able to hear his footsteps as he steped on a creaky floorboard. She shook her head a stern look on her face before tapping Jahans foot signalling for him to move back the last step. As he arched his bare foot over the same spot he recently messed up on knife struck his heals, causing a D-Tier wound.
"Oww! What the Hell Kni-"
"Silence! Assas-"
"No you shut up! you just fucking hit me!"
-_-
She has obviously forgot the nature of her leader. The training session went on like this for several days much longer than planned for before Jahan had mastered the technique and was able to run without making as much as a sound.
The next bit of training for Jahangir was knife throwing, something that he actually picked up with relative ease. Yet it wasn't simply being able to throw knives that was the goal but to master the "art of ranged knife assassination". Or whatever knife had wanted to call it, at this point jahan was sure she was just making up names to sound cool. Something he was also a fan of to be quite frank. Jahangir started off in the woods with Knife, whom had acquired her nickname threw her uncanny ability to throw knives. He was throwing knives at targets like normal knife training, then the ranges were extended, the time was shortened and then the thing with the blindfold. It was ludicrous, he began to have to use all of his senses to throw knives, he threw multiple knives simultaneously. He had endurance training to extend the amount of times he could simply throw knives, which to his knowledge was a very very long time. Then he had to practice those same techniques with shuriken, needles, kunais, tomahawks all kinds of Kou weaponry. Even things that shouldn't be considered weapons at all in general like coins.
This training lasted for another 2 weeks, which brought his stealth training time to a month. This was almost nothing like Strength training and definitely nothing like Magoi manipulation. There was a week long Cram period in which Knife and Raven taught Jahan more of the basic assassin skills.
OOC
1052/2000
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