Post by Edoma on Jan 7, 2017 0:43:13 GMT
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Harsh, winds, seemingly endless sheets of snow raining down form the clouds, and a bitter cold rivaling anything the teen had felt in his entire year on this planet. Edoma for some god forsaken reason was told to come here to train with the old man that had saved his life. He knew why he had to train, that much was obvious, it was the location that bothered him. The young hybrid flew over a few all too familiar places, including the destroyed warehouse, and the Cliffside where he had his hallucinated fight against himself.
Edo shook his head clear, “No, this isn’t the time to dwell on what happened, I’m here to move past it, to get back on my feet.” Well metaphorically, his left leg still bothered him, though he was feeling confident enough to wear his weights on normally again. Of course, his biggest concern wasn’t the possible damage to his healing limb, it was, while his sense of direction was already terrible, now it would be even more hindered by the limited visibility. The only thing he had to go off of was a game of hot and cold with a nearby power level. For about half an hour the saiyan looked, only to find a single white dusted plateau. Edo landed, being extra sure to land on his right foot first, to avoid any more embarrassing falls, even if no one was looking. That being said, this was the spot where Edo could feel the energy source the best, not a second ago did the teen sense an immense power level, almost exactly where he stood. Now as the teen stood there awkwardly, he felt nothing. That being said, a few minutes later he felt the power once again, leading the half saiyan to suppose that maybe the severe cold was throwing off his senses. If the weather was bad enough for sensing basic ki signatures to be tough, this training could very well be a taxing venture.
Even if it wasn't feeling a good dozen below zero, it had been a while since the young warrior had any sort of fight, or spar, or really serious training in general. Not to mention, Edo still didn't feel back to 100% or even 50% for that matter, his left leg still twinging with pain. Despite all this, Edoma knew that he was never going to get better by putting this off.
“Ayumu! You out here?” Edo called to the snow. He could sense what was most likely Hana, but given he already got thrown off once, the teen figured a more old fashioned approach wouldn’t hurt.
(Les do eet Oldman!)
Harsh, winds, seemingly endless sheets of snow raining down form the clouds, and a bitter cold rivaling anything the teen had felt in his entire year on this planet. Edoma for some god forsaken reason was told to come here to train with the old man that had saved his life. He knew why he had to train, that much was obvious, it was the location that bothered him. The young hybrid flew over a few all too familiar places, including the destroyed warehouse, and the Cliffside where he had his hallucinated fight against himself.
Edo shook his head clear, “No, this isn’t the time to dwell on what happened, I’m here to move past it, to get back on my feet.” Well metaphorically, his left leg still bothered him, though he was feeling confident enough to wear his weights on normally again. Of course, his biggest concern wasn’t the possible damage to his healing limb, it was, while his sense of direction was already terrible, now it would be even more hindered by the limited visibility. The only thing he had to go off of was a game of hot and cold with a nearby power level. For about half an hour the saiyan looked, only to find a single white dusted plateau. Edo landed, being extra sure to land on his right foot first, to avoid any more embarrassing falls, even if no one was looking. That being said, this was the spot where Edo could feel the energy source the best, not a second ago did the teen sense an immense power level, almost exactly where he stood. Now as the teen stood there awkwardly, he felt nothing. That being said, a few minutes later he felt the power once again, leading the half saiyan to suppose that maybe the severe cold was throwing off his senses. If the weather was bad enough for sensing basic ki signatures to be tough, this training could very well be a taxing venture.
Even if it wasn't feeling a good dozen below zero, it had been a while since the young warrior had any sort of fight, or spar, or really serious training in general. Not to mention, Edo still didn't feel back to 100% or even 50% for that matter, his left leg still twinging with pain. Despite all this, Edoma knew that he was never going to get better by putting this off.
“Ayumu! You out here?” Edo called to the snow. He could sense what was most likely Hana, but given he already got thrown off once, the teen figured a more old fashioned approach wouldn’t hurt.
(Les do eet Oldman!)