Post by Terryn Yaki on Aug 31, 2021 10:07:58 GMT -5
Terryn's recent revisit of Korin's tower had once again cemented the change that was happening to him even further. With every passing day, Terryn could feel himself grow more and more distant to the laid-back relaxation of his everyday life. His eyes were finally opening to the dangers of the world, and his place within the grand scheme of things.
More and more, he was beginning to agree with his family. His innate strength wasn't to be wasted; It really had been his duty to protect these people all this time, hadn't it?
Blow after blow resounded around the icy-cold Northern Wastes, Terryn's repeated shouts carrying with it.
Stood at the foot of a great cliff-face in nothing but a black undershirt, sweatpants and a pair of sneakers, Terryn continuously rammed his fists into the rough and jagged stone. Fist-sized craters had embezzled themselves into the stone, with Terryn's knuckles reduced to a bloody and grazed mess.
He had been at it for an hour at this point, simply striking away with only minimal breaks when the pain became too unbearable. 'Knuckle Conditioning', is what he found it to be commonly called. The art of repeatedly conditioning your fists to thicken the skin and harden the bones and joints.
Terryn must've been some sort of psychopath to subject himself to such self-torture. Yet in his mind, he was feeling rather calm.
It was strange, but Terryn thought that he'd finally found some sort of purpose in life.
"HAA!"
Terryn's fist dug into stone once more, and the Earthling paused. He panted loudly as sweat dripped from his forehead. Slowly pulling out his bruised and beaten fist, Terryn slowly un-flexed and flexed his hand. It stung like hell, but he was still able to move his fingers.
"...Pfhoooo..."
...He should probably take a break, or something.