Izanagi’s final roundhouse kick dropped a section of the boulder off with a small boom, kicking up a small cloud of dust. He paused for a second, wiping his forearm against his forehead - he was dirty and sweaty and sticky, the daylight slowly waning.
Of course, his father had had the boy train all day. Ever since Izanagi said he was ready to begin seeking out the ANBU, he’d been on an even more intense regime, intent on pushing him to his very limits. When he wasn’t training, he was eating - and when he wasn’t eating, he was sleeping. It was only day three and the young Mizushima was dreading the next, and wishing at least ten times a day that he hadn’t said anything about the ANBU.
But now there was no going back - every day that went by, he found himself aching as he slept, only to have to power through the feeling and continue. It had gotten so that now, at the end of the third day, he’d given up on trying to keep the backlash from his hits down - he embraced the pain, releasing all of his inhibitions.
He grunted as he kicked off from his stance, lashing out with a quick three-jab combo - left-right-left. Bare-knuckled, he still knocked off different sized slabs from the giant boulder, gritting his teeth through the pain he felt up his arm. He pushed past it, launching off a two-strike combo - a left spinning roundhouse kick followed immediately by a right handed hook.
The roundhouse dropped a two-thirds of what was remaining of the boulder, the hook cracking the rest in half, both falling and spraying the air with dirt and dust from ground. It was yet another broken boulder in the yard, all of the other pieces piled high in a corner.
Slouched over, Izanagi’s breathing came hard. He used his forearm to wipe sweat away again, trudging over to his home. His father had long gone inside, trusting the boy to finish the boulder off.
[[ For anyone intent on joining - this is only a single post, I'm going to continue this in the forest in "Losing Control PT. 2", it'll be an open thread. ]]
[[ MFT - WC: 343 ]]
Of course, his father had had the boy train all day. Ever since Izanagi said he was ready to begin seeking out the ANBU, he’d been on an even more intense regime, intent on pushing him to his very limits. When he wasn’t training, he was eating - and when he wasn’t eating, he was sleeping. It was only day three and the young Mizushima was dreading the next, and wishing at least ten times a day that he hadn’t said anything about the ANBU.
But now there was no going back - every day that went by, he found himself aching as he slept, only to have to power through the feeling and continue. It had gotten so that now, at the end of the third day, he’d given up on trying to keep the backlash from his hits down - he embraced the pain, releasing all of his inhibitions.
He grunted as he kicked off from his stance, lashing out with a quick three-jab combo - left-right-left. Bare-knuckled, he still knocked off different sized slabs from the giant boulder, gritting his teeth through the pain he felt up his arm. He pushed past it, launching off a two-strike combo - a left spinning roundhouse kick followed immediately by a right handed hook.
The roundhouse dropped a two-thirds of what was remaining of the boulder, the hook cracking the rest in half, both falling and spraying the air with dirt and dust from ground. It was yet another broken boulder in the yard, all of the other pieces piled high in a corner.
Slouched over, Izanagi’s breathing came hard. He used his forearm to wipe sweat away again, trudging over to his home. His father had long gone inside, trusting the boy to finish the boulder off.
[[ For anyone intent on joining - this is only a single post, I'm going to continue this in the forest in "Losing Control PT. 2", it'll be an open thread. ]]
[[ MFT - WC: 343 ]]