Raian tense slightly at the sounds of his muscles popping, the sound throwing him off his stretching route for a moment before his continued. It had been several weeks since he had begun retraining his body, and so where along the way he had gotten lazy. His intelligence like all his clan was still clear and precise, yet his body, it felt off. What should have been a at most two weeks of physical therapy, had become an irritation to the operative. Raian innate laziness had played a small part in it, but the shinobi himself was also at fault. He had allowed his self to become stagnate, his mind sharp as ever but his body. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the lack of exercise in the past months allowing his body to become slightly out of sync with his movements. The only saving grace was the daily patrols he participated in, but even then, it wasn’t had the intensity that the young shinobi was used to. Raian signed, continuing to stretching his muscles as he gazed upon the training grounds of the Colosseum.
People found themselves entering Shinbatsu's Path for a multitude of reason. Restoring honor for a slight against themselves, learning the fundamentals with their mentors, and some symbol of prestige in besting those stronger than them. All reason that made them enter in this place with something on the line and either leaving with that goal achieved or leaving with their bodies bloody and beaten, failure to live up to their goal and continuing to return until their initial reason was accomplished.
The Nara released out a small breath, before his eyes look around the training grounds, his body feel slightly normal. He needed to return to the drive he held before his surgery, his movements retrained, his skills sharped, and his overall body flowing in sync. It would take some time, but even as he prepared to begin his first course, his mind was already plotting of ways to push his body to its limits. No more wasting time, he was ready to begin.
WC: 351
MFT
People found themselves entering Shinbatsu's Path for a multitude of reason. Restoring honor for a slight against themselves, learning the fundamentals with their mentors, and some symbol of prestige in besting those stronger than them. All reason that made them enter in this place with something on the line and either leaving with that goal achieved or leaving with their bodies bloody and beaten, failure to live up to their goal and continuing to return until their initial reason was accomplished.
The Nara released out a small breath, before his eyes look around the training grounds, his body feel slightly normal. He needed to return to the drive he held before his surgery, his movements retrained, his skills sharped, and his overall body flowing in sync. It would take some time, but even as he prepared to begin his first course, his mind was already plotting of ways to push his body to its limits. No more wasting time, he was ready to begin.
WC: 351
MFT