Post by rozan on Jun 5, 2011 17:59:53 GMT -6
Rozan panted heavily as he stood, his eyes closed as he faced the sky trying to catch his breath. He was on Kami’s look out undergoing tough training as he hoped to increase his power so he could achieve his goals. Right across from him was a moving stone doll, that seemed to take the exact same pose as him, well almost exact since his tail was now out and the doll didn’t have that ligament. ‘Mr.Popo said this would be tough, but man I had no idea. These heavy cloths are really keeping me from excelling to my full potential.’
Soon he was recovered enough to go back at it, and with renewed gusto he began to launch a flurry of attacks, although they were a lot slower due to the heavy clothing. The doll was right back at it as well, its arms and legs moving much faster than his, so he constantly trying to match the speed of the non living material. Every punch and kick met with each other and Rozan was really starting to bruise. Still he pressed on while his mind tried desperately to figure out what the point of this training was.
‘How much can I learn from fighting someone that is making every move I make? I mean all I can do is watch him…wait, that kick isn’t right.’ Sure enough his kick was not fully extended in the right way to maximize efficiency, as it was reflected back at him with the puppet doing the exact same thing. It was not long till he spotted yet another flaw in the dolls form the he too must be making. His punch didn’t snap as it should, fix it. The leg was too far back, move it forward. As the fight went on and on he realized that his form was starting to become lax from not enough sparring and poor trainnig, a flaw he was now determined to fix.
Battling the doll soon proved a lot harder. With his form corrected it meant that now even more hits were landing against the slow mass that was Rozan, a bittersweet pain the he relished. If he was losing this badly it meant his own pattern was improving, and that in future battles he would not be the one on the losing end. Though just because he would win in the future didn’t mean he liked losing now. ‘Oh well. Gotta earn these powers with pain I suppose.’
Soon he was recovered enough to go back at it, and with renewed gusto he began to launch a flurry of attacks, although they were a lot slower due to the heavy clothing. The doll was right back at it as well, its arms and legs moving much faster than his, so he constantly trying to match the speed of the non living material. Every punch and kick met with each other and Rozan was really starting to bruise. Still he pressed on while his mind tried desperately to figure out what the point of this training was.
‘How much can I learn from fighting someone that is making every move I make? I mean all I can do is watch him…wait, that kick isn’t right.’ Sure enough his kick was not fully extended in the right way to maximize efficiency, as it was reflected back at him with the puppet doing the exact same thing. It was not long till he spotted yet another flaw in the dolls form the he too must be making. His punch didn’t snap as it should, fix it. The leg was too far back, move it forward. As the fight went on and on he realized that his form was starting to become lax from not enough sparring and poor trainnig, a flaw he was now determined to fix.
Battling the doll soon proved a lot harder. With his form corrected it meant that now even more hits were landing against the slow mass that was Rozan, a bittersweet pain the he relished. If he was losing this badly it meant his own pattern was improving, and that in future battles he would not be the one on the losing end. Though just because he would win in the future didn’t mean he liked losing now. ‘Oh well. Gotta earn these powers with pain I suppose.’
