From the top of the Kazekage tower the Steward stared down. Yes. This was a safe height to test the durability of the mark two. The steward's armour was known for its defensive capabilities. It was known to withstand heavy elemental firepower and it was further known to increase his strength. It did have limits though, which the Steward was trying to uncover. The Steward looked down. Yes. He had fallen from the Kazekage tower before. It was a time when he had battled Getsurei which was a case of mistaken identity. He didn't have to use the mark two to survive the fall. The Steward's great steel frame stepped forward and proceeded to walk off of the Kazekage tower in a free fall of sorts. With the suit on the Steward's weight essentially quadrupled. Thus the fall was quick and sudden.
In addition to being quick and sudden, it was very loud. The Steward created a crater in the surrounding grounds as he made impact upon the ground. It was not a large crater, but a small one. The Steward landed on his feet with his front fist forward punching a hole in the ground. The Steward rose and began calculations. His mind sped through the use of gravity and his acceleration due to the weight of the armour. All in all, he merely came to the conclusion that the armour needed to be lighter. That would be something to keep in mind as the next mark would be put together. Concept wise it was nothing more than notes on a sheet of paper with a few blue prints. Still though, at least the thought of it was there and that was what mattered most to the Steward.
Constant progress. It was what mattered most to the Steward, though what bothered him most was that he as a person did not progress, and if so it was not at the rate of his designs and machinations. Slight changes here and there, but still the steward was no closer to expressing himself fully or at all truth be told.
In addition to being quick and sudden, it was very loud. The Steward created a crater in the surrounding grounds as he made impact upon the ground. It was not a large crater, but a small one. The Steward landed on his feet with his front fist forward punching a hole in the ground. The Steward rose and began calculations. His mind sped through the use of gravity and his acceleration due to the weight of the armour. All in all, he merely came to the conclusion that the armour needed to be lighter. That would be something to keep in mind as the next mark would be put together. Concept wise it was nothing more than notes on a sheet of paper with a few blue prints. Still though, at least the thought of it was there and that was what mattered most to the Steward.
Constant progress. It was what mattered most to the Steward, though what bothered him most was that he as a person did not progress, and if so it was not at the rate of his designs and machinations. Slight changes here and there, but still the steward was no closer to expressing himself fully or at all truth be told.