Bence Training thread

[Artemis]

It was early morning and the sun had just peaked over the rocks to the west of Bence. It cast orange across the sky and clouds, filling the Earth and Bence with it‘s heat. The land took on the bright color as the horizon rippled and rived from the heat forming on the rocks that surrounded the area that Bence was now in. He watched the sun rise as he stretched his still sleep ridden muscles, preparing them for the up coming task. His form would be but a shadow as compared to the sun. He would spread his legs to shoulder width apart and then stretch his arms toward the sky locking the elbow and holding it. A slight smile would spread across his face as he soaked in the feeling that he always got from his waking muscles. The euphoric feeling continued as he bent down keeping his arms stretched out and legs locked. He felt the muscles in his back tighten as he grabbed his angles and then wrap his arms around his lower legs bending his body in half. His wings slowly worked their way out as he stayed like this for a minute.

Releasing he came back up and let the sun soak into his wings before retracting them. Placing his claws on his hips he leaned to the left, bending his left leg and stretching his right. He slowly went down and held this pose until the strain in his lower leg went away and then brought him self back up, letting out a small grunt of pleasure. He repeated the same routine but to the right side. As he did it he tilted his head back and locked at the sky to see the orange clouds float by over head. He rose again and brought his head forward with another grunt.

Looking down Bence spread his toes and brought his feet together and the heel. The then squatted so that his thighs were level with the ground he was on. He then place his hands together and spread his elbows apart in between his knees to stretch his groin. He gritted his teeth as he did it slowly remembering that if done wrong a male could injure himself.

Standing back up slowly Bence stretched his arms out to each side. He then brought his left arm in toward his chest and wrapped his right arm around it pulling tight. He repeated the process with the other arm. He felt his bones loosening up as well as his muscles. He smiled at his liquidity. He was in the shape that every ninja should be in. This made him smile all the wider as he put his left hand over his head and touched his back and put the right hand behind his back to grab the left. He repeated this only switching the location of each hand.

Now fully stretched he turned and looked that the object that he would conquer. The object in question rose a grand total of six hundred twenty feet from bottom to top. The object was a red sand stone plato that had formed a mile out side of Iwa on the eastern side. The view from the top was supposed to be worth the trouble of climbing up the straight vertical rock face. Bence stepped up the rock and placed his black hand against the rock and let the hand soak up the heat from the read sand stone. The smile that had been worn on his face since the beginning of his stretches faded away as he looked up and nodded tightly.

He reached up and found a hand hold with his right hand and then lifted his body up of the ground. His clawed left foot dragged up the side of the stone and found a hold to hold himself up. He took a deep breath and moved his left hand to another hold and pulled himself up finding another foot hold with his right foot. He continued with out issue for one hundred feet. He pulled him self over the hundred foot mark and felt the sweat roll down his back. He let out a breath as he looked down and grimaced. What he had thought was a vertical formation had turned out to be slightly slanted toward him. He was now using his sharp claws on both his feet and his hands.

He scowled as he forced him self to continue, hoping that this little slant would even off sooner rather then later. He kept moving at a steady pace and let out a deep groan when he made it to a vertical area. But he had climbed his way out of the frying pan and into the fire for the rock was vertical now but solid. There was no crevices for him to place his hands nor his feet. He gritted his teeth as he clung to the wall to think. The burn in his muscles continued to grow as he clung to the rock face. He was glad that for the burn. It let him know that he was pushing him self. What he did not like was being three hundred feet of the ground and his muscles tiring out.

He looked up and gritted his teeth. He pulled himself up with his right hand and with his left hand he slammed his claws in to the sand stone. He felt good as the stone gave way to his claws. He dug in and pulled himself up and continued on. Slamming his claws into the stone as he went on. He looked up to see if the rest of the way was smooth with no hand olds. A sigh passed through his lips as his heart fell. For the next three hundred feet the rock was smooth as class. He growled and continued on. Others had done this before and he would to. He would take it all the way to the top.

Bence started to pick up speed. He was getting mad now giving him the fuel he needed to continue on. When he felt his muscles starting to weaken again he started giving himself mental help by chearing to himself in his head. Telling himself that only the weak couldn’t make the climb. The more he mentaly spoke to him self the harder he pushed on. As he did this he stared at the rock with a look of hate and determination. When he finaly did look up he saw the edge of the plato only twenty feet away.

Renewed energy flowed through him as he tackled the last twenty feet. He grunted do to the strain as he pulled himself over the ledge and stood up. He looked around with a smile on his face and raised is arms toward the sky in a victory yell. When he was done with his triumph he looked around. He saw Iwa now with the sun just above it. He smiled at the view and then fell back and passed out.