The Bunny's Steady Climb Day 1 [Training/Solo]

It took a while, but the young assassin found a place that was quiet and he was alone. There weren't many places like this in Reim, to his surprise. Anyway, he remarked on how he has started to slack lately. His father would be ashamed of him. He hadn't kept up with any of his skills since his father sacrificed himself for his son. Time to start. He thought as he removed his cape. He walked over to a tree with two large sets of padding and a rope. He wrapped the layers of padding around the tree and tied them to it tight. No need to hurt yourself to improve, right?

The young fanalis stood in front of his target and slid into his fighting stance. His left foot and arm were ahead of his body and his right fist was brought up to be even with his jaw. He slowed his breathing, staring at the spot that he was about to hit. He exhaled through his nostrils and waited a moment before inhaling again. Once his lungs were filled to his satisfaction, Bahir bent his right knee slightly and pushed into the ground with it and twisting his torso as his right fist extended and collided into the padded tree. He heard a soft crack and watched the tree shake. A few limbs fell off of the large plant and a lot of leaves fell. Without missing a beat, Bahir returned back to his stance and punched at the tree again, and again, and again. It wasn't long before Bahir began to wear through the padding on that side. This first became apparent by the stinging feeling in his knuckles. Even though he's strong enough to deal massive amounts of damage, he still had a ways to go when it comes to dealing with the recoil of his powerful blows.

While shaking his hand, getting the blood flowing again, he walked around the tree and resumed his stance. This time, he was in the southpaw. Just standing with his right limbs forward felt unnatural to him. This was exactly what he wanted. No, what he needed. If he wanted to be as good as his father wanted him to be, he was going to have to get used to be ambidextrous. If not completely ambidextrous, then he would at least become proficient with hitting with his left hand as well. Though it won't be as strong as his right, it would still be efficient. Unfortunately, his left hand didn't last as long as his right hand did. Around 20 strikes in, he could feel the stinging sensation in his knuckles again. Taking that as a hint, the Fanalis decided to take a break from his work. No point in over doing himself.

It had been a few hours. Perhaps it was time to go back at it? Sure. Let's go with that. Bahir made his way back to his training tree and untied the padding from it. He inspected the wood to make sure it wasn't too weak. There were a few cracks, but that was to be expected from earlier. He grinned and got back into his southpaw stance. He exhaled slowly again and inhaled, holding it for a moment. Then he let her rip. Pushing off of his hind leg, his left fist crashed into the tree and cracked it even more, causing it to fall over into another tree. The Fanalis's eyes widened and looked around to make sure that not many people were around. After not seeing any signs of lodging for a while, Bahir had a sigh of relief. He went to the tree that the previous had fallen onto and is now leaning against and assumed his normal stance. He went through the motions and punched at the "fresh" tree. The resulting crack up the middle of the tree satisfied Bahir. He turned and picked up his cape, returning to the city for the night. He grinned as he walked, leaving the trees to fall onto the ground. Tomorrow I'm coming back.

Training for Confusing Blow: 682/500