Warming up [Spar / O]
Aug 28, 2012 16:49:21 GMT -8
Post by Nightmarish on Aug 28, 2012 16:49:21 GMT -8
"Ha! Eeiiyaah! Oish!"
Blow after blow Mu revealed the amount of unprecedented power and effort that he put into his attacks with grunts and rough expulsions of oxygen. Again and again, fist clattered against stone in disarray like a poorly structured chorus. The unpalatable sound of his first chipping the bark off the tree resounded deeply into his ears briefly before it danced into the distance as a dull echo. Small speckles of blood blossomed across the fragments as they splintered in several directions. That kind of vicious, blood-filled training had been going on for hours, switching from fist to fist until the same result occurred. Skin violently peeled off of his knuckles and continued to do so with each following strike. His victim, the tree, had been trimmed down two meters in girth since the start of his daily training. It assured Mu that pain had not deserted him when his body became numb and that he was still vinicble though he aimed to harden his body above that point.
"This is amazing. My skin, scrapped. My knuckles bleed, yet, I do not feel even a tinge of pain."
Talking to himself, shirtless and covered in sweat, his forearm wiped away the sweat from his brows and face, wholly content with the end-result. Rested, he sat [legs crossed] and rested his back against the battered tree as he wrapped his palms and knuckles in bandages. The raven coloured hair that flowed freely from his crown swayed back and forth with the wind as he retrieved the upper half of his attire and properly dressed himself. Huffing a sigh, Mu lifted himself off of the ground onto both feet and grabbed his obi sash before tying it around his waist. Dressed, he reached down to the ground once more and captured the hilt to both his Katana's before swiftly sliding them in between his waist and obi sash [opposite sides of his waist].
"If I can conquer nature, I can conquer the shinobi world."