Muddy Buisness [Training/Solo]

Awaking to his nightmarish memories Solomon sat on his bedside wiping the sweat of his forehead, only to look up and glace out the window seeing that it was terrible out. The streets almost empty as the heavy rains poured upon them, and no doubt the shops were closed as the sounds of thunder crackled from above. It gave Solomon time to think and his thoughts were that of Noir and how their past may be similar or how they might differ, same with the man named Lance he had met who raised orphans at a church. "What goals did they have, and why out of all things is that their goal?" he asked himself as he still sat upon his bed. He stood and began to get dressed in his regular attire, which were his ragged shorts with a sash that went around it which held his axe. He always left his chest showing almost if proud of his physical appearance and then he would finally place his hand made sandals upon his feet.

He had a plan today and that plan was not changing just due to some nightmares and weather, he wasn't the type to change plans that were already made. He walked out into the street looking up as the rain fell upon him, "I'm use to much colder than this." He then made his way for the forest he had trained with Noir in, except this time he would avoid her place of living. By the time he even arrived to the tree line he was soaked, he did not seem to mind though as he was determined to train today as he thought to himself this may be one of his final days in Reim as it was time to move on. He did not stay in one place for too long and it’s already been too long for him since he began traveling the road again.

He entered the tree's and walked quite a distance till he could find and opening, it was a perfect 10ft diamond to train in, each edge of the diamond had a large tree set there, he would be able to use those as targets. He began his training by taking off all of his clothing setting them on a branch nearby, he would then begin by doing basic physical exercises. The wet dirt had turned to mud which made it much harder to do any sort of activity but he pushed forward, the mud would cover his body as he did push-ups/russian twists/squats/ and a variety of physical exercises. He would do this for hours, ignoring the fact that tree were falling around him due to lightning strikes, he did not pay head to it as if lighting were to strike him he could not avoid it anyway.

After wearing his body down he would then sit in the mud in a butterfly leg position, he would then begin meditation, he could feel the Magoi within his body. He would meditate for hours before being able to focus all of his magoi into his stomach, he would then manipulate it up his chest and through both of his arms then back then it would release throughout his body rapidly, and he had lost control of it. This pained him, thus making him realize he was not strong enough for this skill yet and he would not be able to use it.

He decided it was time to end, he picked up his clothing and walked home naked, by the time he arrived at the town most of the mud would have been washed away by the down pour. Even though he wished to leave this city soon, he wished more to control his magoi, he continued to do this kind of training rain, storm, or sun for the next week. He was still uneventful in doing so, but he knew one day soon he would be able to.

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