Post by Hazerru on Nov 17, 2016 1:52:42 GMT
[Base PL: 4,265 ==> Rises during training]
Nighttime had hit the Western Deserts much earlier that day...It was around midnight. 4 AM, to be exact. Across the vast space of sand, rocks and nothingness a single inviting flame danced in the darkness. A small fire, manmade. It crackled satisfyingly, dimly lighting up the survival equipment placed by a young wanderer. A small tent stood out near the fire, designed to hold only one person sleeping in it. The sounds of anxious rustling came from inside, fabric rubbing against one another in discomfort. Hazerru slept inside, as alone and vulnerable as one could be. To the normal human, a serious issue...For Hazerru? Not so much. For some odd, cynical reason the boy was blessed with immense physical prowess for his race, power he never wished for...Power that, in Hazerru's eyes, began making his life much more dangerous. Ever since Hazerru broke the barrier between normal man and someone of his strength, his life took a dangerous turn. He ran into people blessed with the same might frighteningly often, most outclassing him without question. The worst part, you might ask? Most of these people held violent intentions toward the boy, forcing him to fight upon multiple occasions.He only realized this recently, the anxious thoughts clawing at the inside of his skull.
...Someone could kill him.
A loud gasp for air sounded from his bed, Hazerru shot awake with a cold sweat on his forehead.
The boy gasped for air as he rose up, panting heavily as he felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
Another nightmare...This had been the fourth in a row.
Hazerru shifted his positioning until he sat upright, holding his head up by the forehead, fingers rougly intertwined with his hair as the boy tried to calm himself down. He breathed in deeply through his nose, then outwards through his mouth until his heartrate would stabilize. [I...I never knew the world was this dangerous...Everyone I meet...Most of them could wipe me out- instantly.] The nervous thoughts raged on once more, heartrate increasing once again. The fact that Hazerru was all alone with no one to comfort or talk to him wasn't a helpful factor either. [I...I really should train. Time to stop being lazy, Haz...Don't feel like getting killed just yet.] If diligence would never become a thing regarding training, fear for your own life would definitely do the trick. Hazerru knew that a good night's sleep wasn't going to happen anymore, not until he gains a little confidence in himself...By raising his power. The boy cleared his throat, a sour, rough feeling stuck inside of it as he climbed out of his sleeping bag, wearing nothing but an off-white T-shirt and a pair of boxers.
Hazerru still heard his fire crackling and could see the flame lit up from the inside of his tent, which was always a comforting sight to him. His fingers gripped the zipper, pulling it along it's track to open his tent up. Immediately, Hazerru was hit with a cool gust of wind. Deserts could get surprisingly cold at night, after all. Luckily for him, Hazerru was extremely used to cold weather conditions due to his time spent near Mt.Frappe. He stood there outside of his tent, simply admiring the view the dim moonlight granted him of the desert. There was some weird type of beauty in emptiness, really.
Hazerru turned around and set his interests on a cluster of boulders a good distance away from his little self-made camp, hovering himself over to them. The boulders were easily the size of a small house, or several trucks clumped up together. Hazerru knew beforehand what he would do when faced with an opportunity like this: Turn it into a little game, cause why not! Normal training was way too boring anyway. The idea was simple: Shatter the boulders by your own strength, then break as many shards as possible before they landed on the ground. Honestly, he felt like a complete child for resorting to such casual ways of training, but it was the damn near only way too keep himself concentrated on it.
With a loud crack of his knuckles, Hazerru pulled back his right fist with a deep breath, attempting to concentrate. His fist raged forward with intense speed, penetrating the boulder with an intensity of multiple explosives going off. The boulder shattered from the sheer pressure being put on it by Hazerru's punch, a good number of rocky shards flying off in all directions.
His eyes darted around at an intense speed, instantly picking up the locations of most of the rocks around him.
Twelve near his left side.
Eight on the right.
Three behind him.
Six above him.
At speeds which far exceeded that of which the rocks travelled at, Hazerru turned around and with the momentum it gave him drove his left fist straight through a watermelon-sized shard. Still keeping the added momentum, Hazerru shifted balance on his other foot and threw out his leg to shatter the chunk of boulder above him. Back on both feet, Hazerru had an easy time jabbing straight through the last remaining chunk. Turning back, he thrusted his left arm forward with a serious grunt. Ki blasts started flying out of his open palm at rapid speeds and spread out to take care of the eight boulder shards on his right. The explosive force it created knocked the remaining boulder chunks away from him, yet also packed them all into a relatively tight cluster. Facing the remaining eighteen chunks flying away from him, the boy stuck both of his arms out toward the cluster and opened the palms of his hands. Hazerru channeled energy from within- his Ki, setting it into near-overdrive. He powered up a good amount, the ki aura around him raging madly with power as Hazerru screamed out, getting quite carried away with his little training session. As the Ki was lead to his hands, blasts started shooting out wildly and intensely toward all the flying chunks of rock, each of them picked off one by one by an independant Ki blast. The chunks shattered into mere dust particles before Hazerru's eyes, who felt satisfied as can be. It was quite the easy way to vent your worries: Just blow shit up. Hazerru dropped his battle-ready pose as he turned around, a sigh of contentness coming from him. [Alright...One down-] Hazerru's eyes scanned across the remaining cluster of boulders, suddenly realizing he wasn't done just yet. [Sixteen to go...Welp, no use putting it off.]
The boy channeled his Ki once more to power up, a faint aura flowing around his frame once more as he stood there in the sand, letting his energy course through him as his vocal cords roared. Once he felt ready, he flew at the next unlucky rock that was about to be his victim for the coming few hours.
Several Hours later...
Hazerru breathed heavily as his sweaty, exhausted body was barely able to hold himself up. His knees shaked, arms felt numb and abs ached. The wind blew across his hair gently, whistling in his ears. Oddly, this caught his attention- threw him out of his focused-training-mode, so to say. He let out a somewhat surprised gulp as his body perked up, eyes looking around him. Rays of sunlight warmed the yellow sand beneath his feet, his own body casting a long shadow in the craters his training excercise had left behind. ''It...It's light out? How long did I train for...'' Hazerru was shocked at his own feats of discipline that day, training for several hours on end while sleep deprived was not something he'd volunteer to do frequently.
The boy continued to stand there for a second, surrounded by nothing but pebbles, craters and sand. His own doing- destruction. Hazerru was just as dangerous as all the people out there ready to kill him, he just couldn't ever bring himself to do such vile things if they werent for his own protection, no...
All that mattered to him was his own safety.
He soon returned to his small, makeshift camp, tired eyes focused on the dead campfire that simply left a faint smoke behind. Without a second thought the young wanderer returned to the inside of his tent and closed it tightly. His sights were set on his way-too-comfortable-looking sleeping bag, which he quickly dove into and felt a rush of comfortableness come over him. Hazerru closed his eyes and quickly drove off to sleep for the rest of the day, figuring staying another night here couldn't be that bad.
Nightmares? None. For the first time in days, Hazerru slept like an angel.
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