Post by Seraphina Noir on Apr 29, 2020 15:31:01 GMT -5
Training was one way to keep the body and mind of a knight sharp. There were three types of training that Akaza could do. The first was Physical, keeping his body in shape was the most beneficial to his combat style. He could work his mind and study the human anatomy, out of the three this seemed like the less appealing. He had an interest in the restraint creation field and all but today he wanted to sweat. He could also train his mana reserves but maybe that would best be saved for another. His mind was already made up. Over the last few months he had been working on his upper and lower body strength. He had a test, there was a small log, around his own weight and size. Every day he had tried to do ten squats with the log. And every day ended in failure. The last month however he had not tried at all instead he had been doing push-ups, running around his house, as well as practicing his kicks, punches, and chops. Before his daily work out he stretched out all of his limbs. This was important to make sure he didn't pull anything or cramp up during his training, the sun was creeping up. It had to be around 10 in the morning before Akaza began his training.
To start off his training, Akaza walked up to one of the trees in his backyard, his yard was a good size. Well, big enough for a junior knight to train in. His eyes gazed upon his training tree. It sat right next to his father's. The thought of his dad began to make his stomach boil. Instead of thinking about he began to throw punches at the tree. Dents and missing bark are what faced Akaza, weeks and months of using this tree as a punching bag showed. Sometimes his knuckles would bleed, other times he could swear he broke something, but that wouldn't stop him. Punch after punch he felt as if the tree was trying to submit. It was weird to say that he felt the tree become softer now then when he started using it as a personal hitting post. He felt satisfied with his punches and went to push ups. The first twenty flew by, he remembered when he started training with his father he could barely do ten. Again the thought of his father made is adrenaline pump through his veins.. He grinned at his progress. Next was the laps, Akaza arms started to feel tired after his pushups. While he was stretching he looked over to see that log laying there.
He started his laps, at the end of each lap he would do twenty push-ups. This was the training and discipline his father put into his mind and it was this same discipline that pushed him every day to train. Every time he passed that log his gut felt like it was on fire. He had a burning desire to get better, to be stronger he remembers that day. The humiliation he felt has he father kicked his butt to the curb. He felt humiliated and like he was worth nothing. He stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the sun, it was on the edge of the house. This meant that night fall would be coming around the corner. He decided to take a break from his workout and rest for a few minutes.
He fell asleep outside, his muscles felt better than before. The night sky was lit up with a full moon as a centerpiece and stars sprinkled around it. There was a light in his house on the second story, most likely his mom coming back from work at the hospital. He began to walk in before his eyes caught the small log laying on the ground. He felt well enough to try the squats. He made his way over. The log had two parts cut out for gripping. His father use to use this to train with. He placed both hands into the holes he gripped tight and bent his knees. He pulled up the log using his biceps and lift it so it now rested on his back. This log was at least 124 pounds if not a few more. With his legs bent he began to so his squats.
"One." The first one was easy, it always is. "Two." Same as the first easy and over with. "Three." This one had some resistance, it was not uncommon for him to start feeling that weight. "Four." He moved slowly, trying not to overdo his muscles. It was important not to kill himself over it. "Five." Sweat began to dropped off his face. "Six." More sweat, now his face was almost like a fountain. "Seven." His legs and back began to burn. Eight was his record and he started to feel that weight add up. "Eight." He match his record, on any other day that would have been enough. But today was not that day. "Nine." His whole body was on fire, now even his arms started to burn. His leg felt like jelly and pain shot through them. His body sweat, his muscle ached, and he felt like he couldn't move. His thoughts raced back to his dad, anger filled his stomach. The fire was now determination to prove himself not to his dad but to himself. He wanted to do this for him not his dad. His legs felt like they couldn't give anymore. Akaza forced them to move, like a jolt of lightning his straightened his leg and arms as he held the log above his head "Ten!" He did it. He titled his arms back and released, at the same time he took a step forward. His body was pure jelly, everything hurt. But this temporary pain was worth what he did. No matter what anyone said, he knew he was strong. Not just muscle wise but strong in heart. It was time to take training more seriously.
To start off his training, Akaza walked up to one of the trees in his backyard, his yard was a good size. Well, big enough for a junior knight to train in. His eyes gazed upon his training tree. It sat right next to his father's. The thought of his dad began to make his stomach boil. Instead of thinking about he began to throw punches at the tree. Dents and missing bark are what faced Akaza, weeks and months of using this tree as a punching bag showed. Sometimes his knuckles would bleed, other times he could swear he broke something, but that wouldn't stop him. Punch after punch he felt as if the tree was trying to submit. It was weird to say that he felt the tree become softer now then when he started using it as a personal hitting post. He felt satisfied with his punches and went to push ups. The first twenty flew by, he remembered when he started training with his father he could barely do ten. Again the thought of his father made is adrenaline pump through his veins.. He grinned at his progress. Next was the laps, Akaza arms started to feel tired after his pushups. While he was stretching he looked over to see that log laying there.
He started his laps, at the end of each lap he would do twenty push-ups. This was the training and discipline his father put into his mind and it was this same discipline that pushed him every day to train. Every time he passed that log his gut felt like it was on fire. He had a burning desire to get better, to be stronger he remembers that day. The humiliation he felt has he father kicked his butt to the curb. He felt humiliated and like he was worth nothing. He stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the sun, it was on the edge of the house. This meant that night fall would be coming around the corner. He decided to take a break from his workout and rest for a few minutes.
He fell asleep outside, his muscles felt better than before. The night sky was lit up with a full moon as a centerpiece and stars sprinkled around it. There was a light in his house on the second story, most likely his mom coming back from work at the hospital. He began to walk in before his eyes caught the small log laying on the ground. He felt well enough to try the squats. He made his way over. The log had two parts cut out for gripping. His father use to use this to train with. He placed both hands into the holes he gripped tight and bent his knees. He pulled up the log using his biceps and lift it so it now rested on his back. This log was at least 124 pounds if not a few more. With his legs bent he began to so his squats.
"One." The first one was easy, it always is. "Two." Same as the first easy and over with. "Three." This one had some resistance, it was not uncommon for him to start feeling that weight. "Four." He moved slowly, trying not to overdo his muscles. It was important not to kill himself over it. "Five." Sweat began to dropped off his face. "Six." More sweat, now his face was almost like a fountain. "Seven." His legs and back began to burn. Eight was his record and he started to feel that weight add up. "Eight." He match his record, on any other day that would have been enough. But today was not that day. "Nine." His whole body was on fire, now even his arms started to burn. His leg felt like jelly and pain shot through them. His body sweat, his muscle ached, and he felt like he couldn't move. His thoughts raced back to his dad, anger filled his stomach. The fire was now determination to prove himself not to his dad but to himself. He wanted to do this for him not his dad. His legs felt like they couldn't give anymore. Akaza forced them to move, like a jolt of lightning his straightened his leg and arms as he held the log above his head "Ten!" He did it. He titled his arms back and released, at the same time he took a step forward. His body was pure jelly, everything hurt. But this temporary pain was worth what he did. No matter what anyone said, he knew he was strong. Not just muscle wise but strong in heart. It was time to take training more seriously.
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