A Relaxing Afternoon

Somewhere not far from where Azuki and her friend had finished their spar, Terryn was hard at work with his own bit of training. The Earthling still felt a bit strange about working out in the open air, but it was a small price to pay if he were to become strong enough to defend this place properly.

He'd been at it for a few hours already. His training schedule was sporadic at best, and he was prone to getting distracted mid-way through an excercise and suddenly wanting to do something else. This time around, Terryn had spent a stupid amount of time trying to teach himself how to fly. His genius idea? Throw himself off a cliff. Multiple times.

You could've probably guessed how that ended.

With scuff marks and plenty of bruises, Terryn ultimately decided that Ki Manipulation wasn't in the cards for him. At least, not without some proper mentoring session. He'd have to bug Fend about that, someday...

For now though, Terryn was back to his comfort zone: Hand-to-hand Ground Combat.

Practicing his strikes, Terryn mercilessly crashed his fists into the side of a cliff-face. A relentless salvo of fists threw itself into the stone with a repetitive rhythm; One, two. One, two. One, two. The stone was cracked and dented, imprinted with two fist-shaped dents.

It seemed like a lunatic's work, but apparently this type of training was something that dedicated martial artists often subjected themselves to; Hand conditioning. In simple terms, it was the act of torturing your fists until they healed back stronger and denser, until they essentially became 'unbreakable'.

Terryn hated it.

"HAAAH!!"

Lashing out with a finishing blow toward the stone, a small flicker of Terryn's explosive Ki accidentally flickered out from his fists. The force of this alone was enough to send a destructive ripple throughout the entire cliff-face, and within the span of only a moment, the entire structure exploded and crumbled under Terryn's force.

Panting loudly as a shower of pebbles rained down around him, Terryn looked at his bruised and battered hand. He could tell he was really starting to get stronger, but knew that this alone wouldn't be enough. Strength alone would never be enough to defeat some of the freaks that threatened his planet...

If only he had someone to spar against right now. Where the hell were Shoga and Fend when you needed them?

"Ugh."

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Terryn's PL: 25,000

KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Damage: 0/250%
Word Count: 401

Terryn let out a loud sigh to himself as the final pebbles tapped onto the grass beneath him. Tearing off his sleeveless hoodie, Terryn idly threw it onto the grass beside him and wiped off the sweat from his forehead using his shirt. It was already stained to shit with his sweat, so he didn't really care anymore. The smell was starting to become second nature after all of this exercising.

Now that he was thinking about it though, Terryn was really starting to tone up, wasn't he? He inspected his arms for a moment, noting that he'd definitely built a hell of a lot more muscle in the last few weeks. A pleasant little ego-boost, if anything.

Well, whatever. Terryn had best get going and find something productive to do. No use sitting around here forever, right?

But right when he was about to reach over and pick up his hoodie, an unknown voice called out ho him. Terryn looked up and into the skies, eyes narrowing as the blistering sun assaulted his eye. Someone that knew how to fly? Well, consider his interests piqued.

As the woman touched down, Terryn took a quick moment to inspect her. Goddamn, that was one tall ass person. Terryn'd be lying if he said he wasn't the lightest bit intimidated. She almost seemed barbaric, in a sense. Immensely tall and muscular, yet still human enough for Terryn to not be completely freaked out.

"Uh!" Terryn replied, still a bit taken aback by the sudden encounter. "Sure?! Yeah fuck it, why not!" He was just thinking about wanting someone to spar against, didn't he? It'd be pretty stupid of him if he let this opportunity slip by.

Judging from her looks, she was probably extremely experienced when it came to fighting. Terryn could likely learn a thing or two from her.

"So, uhm-" Terryn stammered a bit. This was still pretty awkward for him. "How do you wanna do this? Just go at each other?"

Oh, right. They were still complete strangers towards each other. Terryn fumbled a bit over his words, and it was clear that he lacked a bit of confidence at first glance.

"Oh! Should probably introduce ourselves, yea? I'm Terryn. Nice to, uh, meet you. Gotta admit, this is all pretty new to me, still."

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Word Count: 401 + 386 = 787