The swordsman hummed softly while crafting something that look like a target board, he always liked to do such kind of thing. Several piles were already behind him and when he thought it was enough for his own training, he stopped and stood up while bringing all the target board and tying it on the trees. It looked pretty well and he totally could use it to train his throwing movement, besides, it was just the beginning of his training. He planned to use the target board for several first day of his training, keep sticking to the basic. He was the man who would always stick to the basic no matter what, as he believed that it could improve someone a lot more. ‘The rest is always to improvise…’
He began to throw his knives, watching as each of his knives hit the target board perfectly in the middle. But he was not contempt, it was not a moving target after all and he still needed to stick with it for several days to go. It was boring, he felt that, but it was not his feeling or thoughts that mattered for him. It was his determination to be stronger, to be able to endure such boring routine and to be able to keep himself to be patient. After all, if he was patient enough, something good might come…maybe…
That belief seemed to give a false hope for him as he kept being patient but that one that he wanted the most never come to him. But what else that he could do, it was beyond his own strength. He understood that he couldn’t change his fate, so accepting it and worked hard to walking through his fate path were the only think that he should do at the moment. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel to whim to just giving him something false to believe… right?
Crack The swordsman snapped from his deep thoughts only to see his knife embedded deep into the tree. It was his own fault to swaying his focus to have that kind of thoughts and his failure was resulted by that wrong chosen move. Sigh escaped his lips as he decided to just repeat from the beginning, he didn’t like it at all and knew he should be harsh to himself by giving himself a punishment so he repeated it ten times. Looked like the harsh training from the desert really did increasing his stamina as he had been throwing his knives over and over again but he didn’t feel tired at all, that was a nice start. After two days had passed, the one eyed man began to look for moving object, such as watching how the leaves fell from the tree and then attempted to pierce the moving leaf by using his throwing knife. It was an interesting method as it required him to increase his sight power and observe his target as he prefer to throw from around 3 meters away from his object. The distance between his object increased every time he felt it was necessary to get a little far, and the furthest he had was around 10 meters. But it was not the end of his effort, he felt that he need to train those too, so the black haired man lifted the target board again and threw his knife from afar on the next day. His record was 20 meters away from the target board and he knew that he could increase it again but maybe not now.
WC: 591/1000
He began to throw his knives, watching as each of his knives hit the target board perfectly in the middle. But he was not contempt, it was not a moving target after all and he still needed to stick with it for several days to go. It was boring, he felt that, but it was not his feeling or thoughts that mattered for him. It was his determination to be stronger, to be able to endure such boring routine and to be able to keep himself to be patient. After all, if he was patient enough, something good might come…maybe…
That belief seemed to give a false hope for him as he kept being patient but that one that he wanted the most never come to him. But what else that he could do, it was beyond his own strength. He understood that he couldn’t change his fate, so accepting it and worked hard to walking through his fate path were the only think that he should do at the moment. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel to whim to just giving him something false to believe… right?
Crack The swordsman snapped from his deep thoughts only to see his knife embedded deep into the tree. It was his own fault to swaying his focus to have that kind of thoughts and his failure was resulted by that wrong chosen move. Sigh escaped his lips as he decided to just repeat from the beginning, he didn’t like it at all and knew he should be harsh to himself by giving himself a punishment so he repeated it ten times. Looked like the harsh training from the desert really did increasing his stamina as he had been throwing his knives over and over again but he didn’t feel tired at all, that was a nice start. After two days had passed, the one eyed man began to look for moving object, such as watching how the leaves fell from the tree and then attempted to pierce the moving leaf by using his throwing knife. It was an interesting method as it required him to increase his sight power and observe his target as he prefer to throw from around 3 meters away from his object. The distance between his object increased every time he felt it was necessary to get a little far, and the furthest he had was around 10 meters. But it was not the end of his effort, he felt that he need to train those too, so the black haired man lifted the target board again and threw his knife from afar on the next day. His record was 20 meters away from the target board and he knew that he could increase it again but maybe not now.
WC: 591/1000