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Apr 20, 2011 18:06:28 GMT -8
Post by ©MARIO on Apr 20, 2011 18:06:28 GMT -8
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[/i][/center]One day of manyWas one of the first things to pop up onto Marios head as he wuld get up and would begin to put on his training outfit. Which consisted of no shirt, black shorts, and a black sleeve on his right arm, which of course his socks and ninja sandles to go. He knew today was going to be hard, even if that meant he was training with his mother. In the house, she was like a queen, she was nice loving and peaceful, but on the battle field she was a completely different person. Something like Yugioh whenever he was going into a duel, and the puzzle thing changed him, making him grow like 20 years in puberty. But anyways he would head down to the first floor were he would find everyone about to go leave to do their everyday jobs. His twin sister going out to look for ninjas, which brought in the money for food cloths etc. And his father would be leaving out to do his secondary job, which was building houses and whatever else was needed.
But his mom was no were to be found."Your mom is already at the training spot, you better hurry."
His father would say before flickering off the head to the main city to do his job. And as everyone else in the house he would do the same. His destination was a open forest like area with a lot of trees, but at the same time wasnt crowded with them. Also their was a lake, and a big open plain area right outside the forest. Each of those places had everything that was needed for him to begin his training. After a couple of minutes of running he would arrive at the spot, his mom waiting by a nearby tree standing next to a large stick.
"You are late son, you were suppose to be here already"
She would say to him shaking his head, she would then signal for him to come over by the tree, and Mario would do just that. she would point to a branch that was on the tree that was hanging out from the tree, ten feet from the ground. "We are going to work on building your stamina, and your focus, while putting a heavy strain on your body." She would say looking up at the branch. "Now jump onto the branch and give your mom some situps until i say stop. Which of course wont be anytime soon." She would say with a smile, but you could still hear the seriousness in her tone. Without question Mario would hop onto the branch, and would begin to start doing pull ups. He didnt know why she was asking him to do this, his mother should know that he could do this hundred of times without breaking a sweat. What exactly was she planning. "Yes, good job, now keep doing that, and hold your own.... While ill strike you in the back while your doing so." His mother would say to him, still with that serious smile on her face.
He would continue to do exactly what his mom told him to do, holding on to the large branch as tight as he could. "Thirty, forty...... Sixty seventy." Mario would say, continuing to count as he did more and more pull ups. And by the time he got to one hundred, his mom would grab the large thick stick that she had been standing next to, and would begin slamming it into his back constantly over and over. hitting him with every number he was counting to, causing him to yell into pain. "ONE HUNDRED FIFTY THREE, ONE HUNDRED FIFTY FOUR!!!!! ........ ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY, ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE!!!" Mario would yell struggling, and also beggining to feel his arms about to give in. What exactly was the purpose of her doing all of this, why was she trying to beat him up so badly, had he dont anything wrong in the past to piss her off or something. "TWO HUNDRED TWENTY ONE, TWO HUNDRED TWENTY TWO!!! ...... TWO HUNDRED FIFTY, TWO HUNDRED FIFTY ONE!!"
Mario would yell, starting to feel his arms get weaker and weaker by the moment everytime he would get struck. Usually he wouldnt even be close to being tired by the time that he got to this number, but it was like something was wearing him down. And their it would hit him, now he would understand the purpose for her doing this workout. It was to see how consistent his body could before whenever under some sort of injury, genius indeed. But it was also very painful, but he knew that it was going to help him int he long run. "THREE HUNDRED ONE, THREE HUNDRED TWO!!! .... THREE HUNDRED SIXTY ONE, THREE HUNDRED SIXTY TWO!!!" Mario found himself finally getting the hang of it, even tho he flet his arm getting weaker and weaker by the second. His mother catching notice of it, and in the blink of an eye she would began trippling her power on each hit. The first one knocking him off the branch.
"WHAT THE HECK!!!"
"OOPS, was that too much for you baby boy?"
His mother would say to Mario with that smile on her face, right about now he couldnt stand it, and he was going to prove to her that he wasn't weak. And that he had her blood running through his veins. He would run back to the tree and would jump onto the branch continuing his pullups. His mother would smirk as she would continue to bring her trippled powered swings at his back, which were very damaged at the moment, having bruises and cut all over him. Just how she wanted it to be. "FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY, FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY ONE!!!! ..... FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY, FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY ONE!!!" He would yell out aloud, trying to scream as loud as he could, feeling that the louder he was, the more it push back the pain. And the more it prevented him from getting the wind knocked out of him. Mario wasnt going to give up, he was going to prove to his family that he could be as strong as them. And he would prove his team to be a great fighter.
Oshean could see her sons hope getting stronger and stronger, she couldnt help but be impressed by his will, which was making her proud. But of course she wasnt going to show it, instead she would double up her power some more. "FIVE HUN!" Mario would yell before getting struck in the back, cutting him off from finishing the number. He got hit so hard that he would be swung forward with that strike. The hit was so hard that he lost some of his breath and doing so. She was so strong, it was like everytime he was getting better, she would get stronger. non the less, he would continue to go, he couldnt afford to be weak, not here and not now. "FIVE HUNDRED ONE, FIVE HUNDRED TWO!!!!" Mario would yell as loud as he could, feeling himself run out of air. The whole yelling thing wasnt helping so much in breath control, but it was preventing him from getting the wind knocked out of him. He felt himself getting weaker and weaker by the second.
And in no time he would begin to feel his arm struggling to pull his weight, he counts becoming slower and slower, but he couldnt give up, not now. "FIVE HUNDRED FIFTY!!! FIVE HUNDRED FIFTY ONE!!!" He would say aloud trying to push himself some more. His mother would then finally decide it was time to switch things up, so in her next swing she would swing with double more the force. This time knocking him off the tree for good, and knocking the wind out of him. But She knew Mario would be ok though, of course he would be in alot of pain, but it was going to help him in the long run. "Good job son of mine, im proud. now im going to let u rest for a bit, but with no healing." His mother would say still with that happy serious smile on her face. Mario would lay their flat on his stomach trying to regain his breath, he knew turning over would be the smart thing. But he also knew that it would only trigger the pain in his back.[/justify][/blockquote]