Post by Kadbra on Mar 12, 2015 0:44:14 GMT
Sometimes, Kadbra had good ideas as far as training and such went. After all, he was a martial artist straight from the Demon Realm - he had some experience in how to get stronger. Sometimes, he made new friends on Earth, like the Kami of the planet, one of his newest friends here. Sometimes, life was good on this planet, and he really enjoyed his time. But today... was no such day. Why, oh WHY did he decide to train in the COLD, after training down in the deserts of the planet for weeks and months?! The air alone here hurt to breathe! The demon was actually shaking a bit from the excessive cold, and he could see the breath in front of his mouth as he walked through the almost waist-high snow of this island right now. Apparently, the hardest and strongest martial artists of Earth trained here - obviously, he wanted to be just as strong. But why did it have to be THIS cold? And why didn't he grab a thicker coat and boots, instead of his usual halfway open jacket? If his skin tone had not been naturally blue, he'd probably start turning blue slightly from the cold alone by now.
"S-s-stupid idea. W-way ttt-to c-cc-cccold." murming that to himself, the demon finally reached a relatively flat area still covered in snow, just as the grey, thick clouds in the sky decided that it was a perfect time to send more snow his way. The heavy training weights on arms, legs and torso were cutting into him quite a bit in this cold thanks to how sensitive he got from the temperature alone, while he was normally getting used to them quite well by now.
Trying to regulate his breathing here was futile with how cold the air was, and he'd freeze over if he tried meditating before training, so instead, Kadbra released a wave of his black Ki around his body and pushed away a wave of snow with a slight grunt. Rotating his arms slightly at the shoulders and stretching his neck to both sides, the demon gripped the hilt of the blade on his back - even that was so cold that his hands almost froze to the cloth around the hilt. Holding the blade in both hands, as was normal for him, Kadbra swung the blade in front of himself, a simple downward slash motion, moving a slight amount of air and pushing a wave of snow into the air, before lifting the sword again, and doing the exact same motion over and over - gradually picking up speed, warming up his muscles despite the harsh climate. Then, he started adding a thrust right after his downward slash, followed by a diagonal cut to his upper right before returning to the downward slash, and expanding it more and more every fifty sets, until the demon was, as if in a trance, executing a complicated blade-combination, as if fighting against multiple armed foes at once, almost dancing through the snow, whirling up the white mass around himself, intersected with his own black energy and the black steel of his weapon. All the while, his power level was clearly seeping out, and while lowered by his weights, he was still noticeable.
"S-s-stupid idea. W-way ttt-to c-cc-cccold." murming that to himself, the demon finally reached a relatively flat area still covered in snow, just as the grey, thick clouds in the sky decided that it was a perfect time to send more snow his way. The heavy training weights on arms, legs and torso were cutting into him quite a bit in this cold thanks to how sensitive he got from the temperature alone, while he was normally getting used to them quite well by now.
Trying to regulate his breathing here was futile with how cold the air was, and he'd freeze over if he tried meditating before training, so instead, Kadbra released a wave of his black Ki around his body and pushed away a wave of snow with a slight grunt. Rotating his arms slightly at the shoulders and stretching his neck to both sides, the demon gripped the hilt of the blade on his back - even that was so cold that his hands almost froze to the cloth around the hilt. Holding the blade in both hands, as was normal for him, Kadbra swung the blade in front of himself, a simple downward slash motion, moving a slight amount of air and pushing a wave of snow into the air, before lifting the sword again, and doing the exact same motion over and over - gradually picking up speed, warming up his muscles despite the harsh climate. Then, he started adding a thrust right after his downward slash, followed by a diagonal cut to his upper right before returning to the downward slash, and expanding it more and more every fifty sets, until the demon was, as if in a trance, executing a complicated blade-combination, as if fighting against multiple armed foes at once, almost dancing through the snow, whirling up the white mass around himself, intersected with his own black energy and the black steel of his weapon. All the while, his power level was clearly seeping out, and while lowered by his weights, he was still noticeable.