Sweat, dripping slowly off the cap of his forehead, running down the slender strands of his long black hair. Grunting with each bone chattering stomach squats his feet stay completely flat against the ceiling of the stadium. It was deep underground the very training area of the students and genin.
His personal death room. The arena was cold and littered with weapons, training bags, Chakra Combat drones made of solid hard oak, and several other devices. His routine for the morning was rather rigorous and ridiculous in a sense. tied by thick ship ropes. The mounds of weight of the ropes alone was absurd, it took roughly two normal men to lift. But he himself being no ordinary man. Was able to hull the weight of the rop and then some. Tied several feet below to his chest was seven one hundred pound rice bags. Crunching all that wait in squats was grueling to his mortal body. But his unnatural training over the years has led him to this regiment of super human capabilities.
He decided it was enough for the day. He reached under the large rope, shifting and letting the ropes give way as the several bags of rice plummeted towards the ground. The distance was difficult to measure. He never actually measured the depths of the arena yet. It was still being built far underneath the school. His deep grunted sigh was a release. Not just for his lungs, but his feet slipped cleanly off the rounded roof of the dome. He too was plummeting rather quickly. His eyes closed, counting down the seconds as usual to the bottom.
He felt his speed pick up as he quickly passed the bags of rice and rope, going in pin form dive towards the ground was as always a dangerous stunt he loved to test. He laughed death in the face as he spun and twisted for his feet to hit ground first. On quick contact the very pressure of the fall would turn a man into jelly. But not this demon, this monster hit ground then shot right back up towards the falling bags. Charging chakra and dark force through his entire body, raising his clenched fist in the air as he shouted with a monstrous voice that could be heard even throughout the wide circular dome.
"SHORYUKEN!" He shouted as his roughened fist slammed like a ton of bricks smashed by the hammer of gods itself. The bags exploding as the rice fell pass him one after another till all the weighted bags were slain by the demons crushing fist. Soon enough he felt earth again as he landed bounding and walking. His legs shaking from the impact, jarring his body like that had high repercussions. But it was worth the damage. He was becoming more solid now. His skin felt like granite when struck by weapons from the training drones. And the thought made him look to the group of wooden man like dolls. He had used them many times to train in martial combat, the dolls would be ingest with his chakra and were to follow all his movements and his very strength as well.
It would be interesting to fight some of them. But he paused, he felt he forgot something....Shit, he forgot to hide the entrance to the training dome.
Far beyond his site, he saw the door opened, leading past that was a well lit hallway, leading to some stairs. Well, not necessarily some. But rather an insane spiral of stairs. Luckily he took the vast amount of time to built a railing to hold. The walk was long. Roughly an hour downwards. Those who made the walk would probably be exhausted and soar enough. So any who would happen along it would abandon partial way and looking down the infinite spiral below. At the top of the stairs was a door that was in the basement of the academy where lots fo the equipment for the school was stored..
But on this day, the demon forgot to close and lock the door behind him.
(mft)
His personal death room. The arena was cold and littered with weapons, training bags, Chakra Combat drones made of solid hard oak, and several other devices. His routine for the morning was rather rigorous and ridiculous in a sense. tied by thick ship ropes. The mounds of weight of the ropes alone was absurd, it took roughly two normal men to lift. But he himself being no ordinary man. Was able to hull the weight of the rop and then some. Tied several feet below to his chest was seven one hundred pound rice bags. Crunching all that wait in squats was grueling to his mortal body. But his unnatural training over the years has led him to this regiment of super human capabilities.
He decided it was enough for the day. He reached under the large rope, shifting and letting the ropes give way as the several bags of rice plummeted towards the ground. The distance was difficult to measure. He never actually measured the depths of the arena yet. It was still being built far underneath the school. His deep grunted sigh was a release. Not just for his lungs, but his feet slipped cleanly off the rounded roof of the dome. He too was plummeting rather quickly. His eyes closed, counting down the seconds as usual to the bottom.
He felt his speed pick up as he quickly passed the bags of rice and rope, going in pin form dive towards the ground was as always a dangerous stunt he loved to test. He laughed death in the face as he spun and twisted for his feet to hit ground first. On quick contact the very pressure of the fall would turn a man into jelly. But not this demon, this monster hit ground then shot right back up towards the falling bags. Charging chakra and dark force through his entire body, raising his clenched fist in the air as he shouted with a monstrous voice that could be heard even throughout the wide circular dome.
"SHORYUKEN!" He shouted as his roughened fist slammed like a ton of bricks smashed by the hammer of gods itself. The bags exploding as the rice fell pass him one after another till all the weighted bags were slain by the demons crushing fist. Soon enough he felt earth again as he landed bounding and walking. His legs shaking from the impact, jarring his body like that had high repercussions. But it was worth the damage. He was becoming more solid now. His skin felt like granite when struck by weapons from the training drones. And the thought made him look to the group of wooden man like dolls. He had used them many times to train in martial combat, the dolls would be ingest with his chakra and were to follow all his movements and his very strength as well.
It would be interesting to fight some of them. But he paused, he felt he forgot something....Shit, he forgot to hide the entrance to the training dome.
Far beyond his site, he saw the door opened, leading past that was a well lit hallway, leading to some stairs. Well, not necessarily some. But rather an insane spiral of stairs. Luckily he took the vast amount of time to built a railing to hold. The walk was long. Roughly an hour downwards. Those who made the walk would probably be exhausted and soar enough. So any who would happen along it would abandon partial way and looking down the infinite spiral below. At the top of the stairs was a door that was in the basement of the academy where lots fo the equipment for the school was stored..
But on this day, the demon forgot to close and lock the door behind him.
(mft)