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PostSubject: Torēningu Desu~~ (Training)   27th August 2014, 9:30 pm

Cesc had been pushing himself quite a bit. He was simply getting exhausted by him training. After all, the human body could only do so much, and his wasn't exactly the picture of perfect health. Sure, he was perfectly fit for someone his age, but the health issues he had always presented a problem. It was the main reason that in the Pandora Knights he was one of the few that fell short of expectations. Because he could never be as good as his peers due to the fact that he had experienced a strange throbbing pain in his leg months after his recovery from his accident, which was problematic for him since he was desperate to prove his worth.  Of course, that didn't stop the young man from trying his best. He had trained day in and out as of late, and pushed himself as far as he could go. When he thought that he was done, he pushed himself even further. The only way to get better was to push the mind and body to its utmost, and then give it some more. And that was always dangerous.

His breathing ragged, Cesc’s brown eyes shifted towards his training partner. He was not only a Pandora Knight, he was also the man who had adopted him three years ago, and ever since his introduction into the Pandora Knights, training sessions like these had become routine. Dipping his muscular hand into his pouch the man before the young Knight would pull out a kunai and began twirling it around with his finger. “Alright Cesc. We need to work on your reflexes and reaction time. Without the ability to dodge or react to outside stimuli, it is impossible to function as a shinobi. It is essential that you learn to improve your reaction time, as this is one of the most vital skills you can learn. Sure, it's good to be able to hit things really hard, and always good to be fast and out speed people, but don't underestimate what natural reflexes can do. Against a stronger opponent, it's fine to be able to take his hits, but its even better to not be there when he hits. And while natural speed can definitely help you dodge, you also lose ground when you dodge. But if you can simply react to cues given, you can be where it isn't. Not only that, but if something's coming as a surprise, the better your reaction time, the better you can-” He cut off and hurled his kunai at Cesc. He cut off and hurled his kunai at Cesc. He stumbled out of the way, leaping to the side as it sailed harmlessly past him. "-move out of danger." he finished. “Though only cyphers are the true masters of reaction, it doesn’t hurt to practicing dodging every once in awhile.” The man said with a smile on his face.

Too exhausted to return a smile back to the man he would simply nod his head in agreement. Sure, it was dangerous standing in the way of a kunai blade as he threw it, but only by putting himself in danger can he truly force his absolute best. If he knew he wasn't in any real danger, it would slow his senses, and he was trying to be as focused as possible at the moment. Now that his mind was focused on the task at hand, Cesc was picking up on some visual clues, watching his movements, waiting to see what he'd do next. He had an approving look in his eyes as he noticed Cesc’s attentive gaze. With that, he launched into another attack, throwing another Kunai at Cesc, who side stepped it once again, although it grazed past his shoulder, opening a small scratch on his arm. The damage was negligible though. He'd have to do better than that. Pulling out his own Kunai, Cesc waited for the next cue.

It didn't take long of course, and yet another Kunai was launched at Cesc, aimed at his left thigh. Cesc quickly brought his kunai down and the two blades just barely intercepted before it could hit him, and his blade skirted off into the corner of the room. His father smiled at him and nodded. "Good, now for the hand to hand." he said, and rushed forward, lashing out his arm and sending his own kunai sailing into the wall. They were now locked into a hand to hand combat, which was what his father was best at, unfortunately for him. He was teaching him so that he would be able to react better in her spars, and that's what this was about. As the two exchanged blows, Cesc noticed that she was starting to react quicker, noticing more and more about his father’s movements. Soon he was knocking his attacks off course. He wasn't able to attack back yet, but he was defending just as easily as he could attack.

As their spar dragged on, Cesc felt himself tiring out quicker and quicker. Soon enough his breath grew even more ragged and he started to sweat a little a lot. To be honest, he couldn't ever sustain his top performance for very long, due to the fact that he always had that pain in the leg he had broken years ago. Sometimes he could push past it, but the more rigorous the fight or training, the worse it was. He finally slipped up on his defense and his father's palm came forward and smashed into his face, knocking him onto the floor with a thud. He held his stance for a second before straightening up. "You alright Francesc?" he asked, making sure that his young charge was safe. “Yeah, I managed to keep my face on, somehow.” He finally managed to say as he stood up with a grunt. Though he felt as if he lost a couple of teeth after receiving that monstrous blow to his face, nothing compared to the painful throbbing he currently felt in his leg, would this pain ever stop? He thought as he let out a sigh and braced himself against the wall of their dojo. “Though it is good to that you want to get better Francesc, Rome wasn’t built in a day, you don’t need to push yourself to the limit each and every day.”  Mesut said as he patted the young Bishamon on his head, but Cesc quickly rebutted. “No, if I don’t push myself I won’t get stronger, and if I don’t get stronger I’ll be a burden to the Pandora Knights, that’s if they even see me fit to be a Knight.” Cesc muttered as he clenched his fist.  Letting out a sigh his father would walk over to the young boy and patted him on the shoulder. “Then you must prove your worth my son, everyone has potential it’s just up to them to use it.” The man said before walking towards the door and exiting the dojo of their home. “Potential huh?” He muttered to himself as he followed behind his father and headed towards the administrative building of the village. It was time he started his journey.

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PostSubject: Re: Torēningu Desu~~ (Training)   27th August 2014, 10:48 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Torēningu Desu~~ (Training)   18th September 2014, 3:42 pm

Silence. The crisp morning air felt comfortable on Cesc’s exposed chest and arms, and the dew dappled soot tickled at his bare feet. Adjusting his grey cloth pants, Cesc took a deep breath and centered himself, preparing for the training to come. He listened intently, just making out the subtle sounds of the morning: the distant chirping of birds, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, the flowing lava of the dormant volcano not too far away. It was peaceful. This was is home.

Though he had couple missions under his belt and had gained Carmen's blessing, Cesc had one problem. He was out of shape. Being a Bishamon Cesc was a gifted individual, but without the strict training regime of his father, who was away on Pandora business for about a week now, Cesc had somewhat fallen behind with this training due to the fact there was no one to constantly nagging him, that and he lacked fighting experience which he was probably soon get due to the fact that he had now gained his immortality. It was time to kick his mind and body back into gear, and today was the day he would start. It was a perfect morning, and quiet; A great atmosphere for some good old fashion exercise. What better way to start than with some classic all out training?

After a few minutes of stretching (you wouldn’t want to pull something, would you?), Cesc dropped prone, placing his hands underneath his chest shoulder-width apart. He spaced his feet about five inches apart, and he was ready for some push-ups.

”One.” Cesc called out, pushing against the earth to bring his small body up and his arms straight. He dropped back down steadily, his chest tickled by the soft soot and his elbows bent at a 90 degree angle. ”Two.” He chanted in a quiet yet determined voice, hoisting his body up once again. His training had begun, and it would only get harder from here.

Cesc lost count somewhere around 100 but kept going for a while before collapsing onto the ground, gasping for breath. Strangely it felt good to be training like this, but his arms felt like they were going to fall off. He allowed himself a minute of rest before flipping onto his back. Scooting up to a tree, he placed his feet underneath one of the exposed roots, anchoring himself in place. With his hands on his chest and his legs bent he took a deep breath and then lifted himself up with his muscles, rising to the sitting position. This time not bothering with counting, he lowered his body until his shoulder blades hit the ground before rising once again. The sit-ups were a bit easier than the pushups thanks to Cesc’s smaller frame, and he definitely did more of them before he was reduced to a supine lump of quivering flesh, unable to even pull itself off of the ground. He was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure.

After a much needed rest, Cesc was on his feet again. He was still underneath the tree, and could look up and see a fairly low hanging branch about 6 feet above his head. Stepping back a few meters, Cesc gave himself a running start and leapt up, kicking off the trunk of the tree to give himself more height. This proved to be plenty, and he sailed into the air to latch onto the branch easily. He hung there for a moment, then pulled his body up, bringing his chin over the branch. Rather than pull himself the rest of the way up, however, he simply lowered himself back down until his arms were straight. The young Pandora Knight then repeated the motion, pulling his body up and down. He was still fatigued from the push-ups, but he refused to quit, pushing his muscles to the limits and eventually slipping from the branch when his arms could hold him no more. He landed on his feet, but promptly stumbled, only barely steadying himself on the trunk of the tree with face planting.

Cesc leaned against the tree for a few minutes, letting his aching arms recover from their punishment.After he felt comfortable with continuing he strolled around the forest, eventually finding what he was looking for: a fallen tree. Lying on his back and positioning himself under the tree, Cesc placed his feet firmly on its trunk. With a mighty heave, he pushed against it, forcing the tree to tilt up. The weight was incredible, but the job was made easier by the fact that he didn’t have lift the entire weight of the tree, just tilt it upwards. After bending his legs and lowering the tree back down, Cesc gave a grunt and pushed it up again. This exercise was the most strength-intensive one so far, as it dealt with real weight and not just body weight. He soon reached muscle failure the tree jamming his legs painfully into his chest, legs to weak to move the tree away. Thankfully he merely had to turn his body to the side, rolling the tree off of his body with his arms.

Cesc’s entire body was sore, muscles twitching and skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Despite the pain he had a smile plastered on his face, content with the knowledge that this pain was merely proof that his body was becoming stronger and tougher. He was ready to stop... But he wasn’t going to. He was only getting started. Turing over onto his stomach he once again positioned himself for pushups. It was time for his second set.

And so Cesc continued, pulverizing his body for several hours before calling it quits for the day. By the time the training was over his muscles were screaming in protest, arms, legs, chest, back, and abdominal all agreeing that he was pretty much the worst person ever. They would have their revenge the following day, however. Cesc knew he had an unholy retribution of soreness coming his way, but he didn’t care. He knew that he taken the first steps to bringing his conditioning up to a comfortable level, and he looked forward continuing his training. For now he was focused on protein and carbohydrates, stuffing his face with all the beef, pork, and chicken ramen he could get his hands on.

Jigokagure had some of the best noodles Cesc had ever tasted, which didn’t say much considering he had never been outside of the village before. After scarfing down his last bowl he would order another and then another until he was satisfied. Approaching the young man the owner would slam down a sheet of paper before the young knight, "Your bill" The owner growled. Dipping his hands into his pockets he would pull out nothing but air and lint. Cesc’s body went cold, the color draining from his face. He coughed awkwardly.

”I, uh... I don’t have any money sir." Cesc admitted, kicking himself for being so stupid. He went to train so he hadn’t brought any money with him. The owner swelled up with rage, and Cesc thought the man might literally explode, but after a moment of tension, the angry owner merely exhaled with frustration and pointed a finger into Cesc’s face. ”Tomorrow. Here. 5 o’clock sharp." he grumbled. With that he shooed Cesc out of his store and slammed the door in his face. Cesc stood stunned for a few minutes. He was happy that the man didn’t try to murder him or get him arrested, but looked like there was a catch. It seemed the young Knight had a job.


The annoying sound of his alarm clock playing Hail Carmen caused Cesc’s eyes fluttered open. I wonder if my body feels any better He wondered, making an attempt to sit up. This proved to be a mistake, for as soon as he forced his muscles to work he was greeted with a pain he had never experienced before from his entire body. ”It’s definitely not better… ” He croaked his voice groggy and rasped from soreness and early-morning exhaustion. He laid there for a few more moments, the ringing of his alarm clock drilling a hole into his brain, and tried to muster up enough strength crawl out of bed. A halfhearted roll put him a bit closer to the clock on his nightstand, but stretching out with his protesting arm wasn’t enough to reach it. He tried with all his might to touch the clock without moving anymore, stretching and stretching out with his extended arm. Then with a mighty push he jerked himself forward... Promptly rolling off the bed and straight onto his face. Meanwhile the alarm rang away, laughing at the poor kid’s plight.

It took almost half an hour for Cesc to finally shut off the alarm clock and stretch most of the soreness out of his body. He wondered what this day would bring: His first day of work. Though admittedly, it was less like a job and more like indentured servitude. Not that Cesc minded. He had wronged the poor man and was nothing but eager to repay his debt with service. “Hm, Father isn’t back.” He said to himself after entering the living room. This was good though, after all his father would probably have made this a bigger deal than it already was.

Cesc arrived at Ramen shop about 15 minutes early. As he approached he noticed the owner setting out several cans of different colored paints and an assortment of paintbrushes outside the door. As the man saw Cesc coming, he gave the young knight a nod of acknowledgement then pointed at the paint, then the building. He then spoke, ”You’re going to repaint it.” He declared, ”The old paint is chipping and fading. Just put on a coat in the same style, nothing fancy.”

Cesc was going to respond with a nod and a “yes sir,” but before he could even move his head the man was turned around and heading back into the shop. Ignoring the owner’s rude behavior, he simply rubbed his hands together and gathered the supplies. He donned an artisan’s protective apron to guard his suit from errant paint drops and rolled up his white sleeves. Dipping a brush into a can of paint matching the base color of the building, he began what would surely be a long, long day.

Stroke after stroke Cesc repainted the building, making the facade look fresh and new. The sun was beating down, pummeling him with unrelenting heat. In addition the process was going relatively slowly, as Cesc was painting carefully to avoid getting paint everywhere. Seconds turned to minutes turned to hours, and Cesc’s already sore body did not appreciate his refusal to rest. He felt as if he wasn’t making any progress, each stroke of the brush seeming more and more insignificant. He wondered internally whether he would ever be free of this chore, and was sure that painting the face of the shop would consume his life until natural death by paint fumes. Despite his pessimistic thoughts, he was over halfway done by lunch time.

As Cesc sat on the curb, enjoying his break with an ice cold glass of lemonade, the owner approached. ”I’m just on my luchbreak, sir” Cesc assured him, ”I’ll be right back to work afterwards” As he said this, however, the man shoved a bowl of ramen into his hands.

”Here,” He said gruffly, ”Bring it back when you’re done, then get back to work." With that he returned to the restaurant. Cesc couldn’t help but smile, somewhat moved by the man’s act of kindness. He wasn’t really a mean person, just frustrated. Cesc ate quickly and returned the bowl, continuing his task with renewed vigor.

Cesc placed the finishing touches on the building as the sun began to set. It had been a long day, but he felt good about his hard work. ”What do you think?" He asked the owner, who had left the shop in order to check on Cesc’s progress.

”It’s fine,” he responded, eyeing the young knight’s work up and down. ”You’re done for the day. Be back tomorrow, same time" Once again without waiting for an answer, he walked off, leaving Cesc alone to ponder his situation.

Cesc had no idea how long he was expected to work in the shop. He had no idea what kind of schedule the owner had planned for him, or what kind of work he would be tasked with. With a sigh and a shrug, he decided that thinking about it wouldn’t help anything. He would just have to wait and see. ”Good night, sir!” He called out into the shop with a bow. And with that he headed home, not to sleep or rest, he needed to train today, maybe not severe body shattering training, but something simple.

Entering the dojo that was situated at the back of their house, Cesc changed into his training gear and began meditating. As a Pandora Knight, he needed to be proficient in his specialization, which in his case was his Scorch release, and today he was going to learn one of his clan’s strongest scorch techniques, Atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, Cesc would begin to condense the scorch release chakra in his body. Since this was how most Scorch Release techniques were initiated he had found this pretty easy to do, after his first five tries that is. Taking a deep breath he would clap his hands together and when that was done he would release a field of heat around him. Since this was a defensive technique, he had no clue whatsoever if he had preformed the move correctly until he tested it out in combat.

Having set up the many traps that his father had placed in the dojo, Cesc stood in the middle. “Yosha…Lets go.” At each corner of the room were projectile accelerators aiming at the young Knight and as he stood there they all fired about thirty kunai’s each at him simultaneously. “Fiction Palm: Atmosphere.” Gathering his scorch release chakra in his body he would quickly clap his hands together releasing a torrent of flames around him. He was a bit nervous due to the fact that if this technique had failed he would be skewered, but he had to believe that he had done the technique properly. With the kunais heading towards him at blinding light speeds, Cesc was about to get out of the way but the kunais, simply deflected the moment they came within ten feet of the young lad. “It…worked…” Cesc muttered to himself unable to believe that his technique had actually worked. Having mastered this technique he was one step closer to reaching his goal. To rank up. Cesc had no desire of being stuck an Apprentice Knight, his dream was to be able to be considered one of the many Pandora greats, like Carmen and Xander, maybe he was setting his standards a bit too high, but it didn’t hurt to dream big.

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PostSubject: Re: Torēningu Desu~~ (Training)   21st December 2014, 12:44 am

A full moon illuminated the open field, casting vision on what would otherwise be a pitch black night. The field was strewn with bodies and destroyed equipment, evidence of the ongoing battle. There had been dozens of shinobi here, but now there were but two. Cesc surveyed the ruins of the battlefield, a sad but determined look in his eye. His gaze wandered until it finally met with opposition. Across the field a shadowy figure could be seen. A foe. This beast would not be fazed by the weaker weapons of Cesc’s arsenal, which was manly swords and projectiles made out of his bones. The Gold Knight  would have to draw deep and channel his ultimate jutsu. With an inhuman growl, the monster bounded forward, dashing at impossible speeds toward Cesc. Calmly Cesc  clapped his hands together, forming the necessary seals. the creature is 100 yards away... As he formed the final seal, his right hand began to glow with an almost divine chakra energy. 50 yards... ”Ultimate technique!!” He called out, rearing his arm back in preparation for a strike. 20 yards...  “HOLY NOVA” Since there was no sun out because it was night the technique took a bit longer than usual for him to trigger. 10 yards..A shockwave rippled across the field.  5 yards... Cesc could see the bloodlust in the beast's eyes. It's too late. The beast opened its maw. It was so close that Cesc could smell the gore on its shadowy fur and feel the warmth of it’s breath on his face. Cesc’s vision flashed red.

The sound of the alarm clock releasing its daily annoyance had awoken Cesc from his slumber. It was the norm for Cesc to dream about become a well known Pandora Knight, after it was his dream to climb the corporate ladder in Jikogakure but he didn’t want it to paved by blood and death like in his dream, maybe something more subtle. He was currently confused about what path to take but he had to get to work so he had to push that in the back of his mind for now for he had to attend to the rice fields. Letting out a loud yawn and scratching his ass he made his way to the bathroom and began brushing his teeth, washing his face, took a shower and head downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Since his father was still missing in action he had to make breakfast on his own, which would either cause him terrible stomach pains or a nuclear explosion which would take out half the village, he was a terrible cook.  In the end he settled for a burnt toast and some tea and made his way to work.

Cesc arrived to Ichiraku Ramen about 15 minutes early. As he approached he noticed the owner setting out several cans of different colored paints and an assortment of paintbrushes outside the door. As the man saw Cesc coming, he gave the genin a nod of acknowledgement then pointed at the paint, then the building. He then spoke, ”You’re going to repaint it.” He declared, ”The old paint is chipping and fading. Just put on a coat in the same style, nothing fancy.”

Cesc was going to respond with a nod and a “yes sir,” but before he could even move his head the man was turned around and heading back into the shop. Ignoring the owner’s rude behavior, he simply rubbed his hands together and gathered the supplies. He donned an artisan’s protective apron to guard his suit from errant paint drops and rolled up his white sleeves.  Dipping a brush into a can of paint matching the base color of the building, he began what would surely be a long, long day.

Stroke after stroke Cesc repainted the building, making the facade look fresh and new. The sun was beating down, pummeling him with unrelenting heat. In addition the process was going relatively slowly, as Cesc was painting carefully to avoid getting paint everywhere. Seconds turned to minutes turned to hours, and Cesc’s already sore body did not appreciate his refusal to rest. He felt as if he wasn’t making any progress, each stroke of the brush seeming more and more insignificant. He wondered internally whether he would ever be free of this chore, and was sure that painting the face of the shop would consume his life until natural death by paint fumes. Despite his pessimistic thoughts, he was over halfway done by luchtime.

As Cesc sat on the curb, enjoying his break with an ice cold glass of lemonade, the owner approached.  ”I’m just on my luchbreak, sir” Cesc assured him, ”I’ll be right back to work afterwards” As he said this, however, the man shoved a bowl of ramen into his hands.

”Here,” He said gruffly, ”Bring it back when you’re done, then get back to work." With that he returned to the restaurant. Cesc couldn’t help but smile, somewhat moved by the man’s act of kindness. He wasn’t really a mean person, just frustrated. Cesc ate quickly and returned the bowl, continuing his task with renewed vigor.

Cesc placed the finishing touches on the building as the sun began to set. It had been a long day, but he felt good about his hard work. ”What do you think?"  He asked the owner, who had left the shop in order to check on Cesc’s progress.

”It’s fine,” he responded, eyeing the young genin’s work up and down. ”You’re done for the day. Be back tomorrow, same time" Once again without waiting for an answer, he walked off, leaving Cesc alone to ponder the his situation.

Cesc had no idea how long he was expected to work in the shop. He had no idea what kind of schedule the owner had planned for him, or what kind of work he would be tasked with. With a sigh and a shrug, he decided that thinking about it wouldn’t help anything. He would just have to wait and see. ”Good night, sir!” He called out into the shop with a bow. And with that he headed home, looking forward to a good night’s rest to prepare for the early day tomorrow.

Sleepy was one of the many things Cesc was feeling so he was belated when he had gotten home. The first thing he was looking to do was to go to bed but the fates weren’t kind in that way. “Yo Cesc! Heard you got a job, glad to know that you’re looking to contribute to the bills in this house. ” Mesut said with his trade mark pipe in his mouth while reading his newspaper. Bills? What bills? Cesc thought as he shook his head and crawled towards the sofa. “Well I’m glad to see you’re actually alive.” He added as he flopped down face first on sofa. His father had a tendency to disappear from time to time and randomly pop in to train him and then leave…. Please don’t tell me he was here to train…. “Well someone has to put food on the table since you’re cooking is hazardous to people’s health. ” He chuckled as he placed the newspaper down looking rather annoyed with the fact that he couldn’t find what he was looking for. “Well I’ve been hearing good things about you my son, heard you finally gained immortality and you met Xan and Tumu, it must have been an exciting and educational experience.” Well if you call feeling otherworldly pain while receiving something that seemed as insignificant as a curse mark and being pitted against someone to fight to the death for the amusement  of a sadistic man like Xan was exciting and educational he would’ve much rather that he didn’t experience that. “I suppose so.” He simply said as he yawned lightly and began to close his eyes but of course his father had other plans for him. “Well since you’re here let’s do some training” His father stated as he got up off the sofa and headed to the dojo without waiting for the young Knight to complain, which he knew he would. “Gee training sounds fun!” He whispered sarcastically as he slowly got up from the sofa and followed behind his father.

“Ahh it feels great to be back here!” His father said loudly as his voice echoed throughout the empty dojo. “Before our training Cesc I’d like to know. Do you plan on joining any of the current Pandora Organizations? ” Cesc was too sure if he had to join one of the organizations, but seeing that he was aiming to become a Gold Knight he would probably have to. “To tell the truth pops, I don’t think I have what it takes to become a Gold Knight anymore after meeting those two, I don’t think I can just kill people for the sake of killing people nor do I want to.” He admitted as he waited for his father to begin lecturing him, but to his surprise his father just laughed. “You were always that kind of kid Cesc so I’m not surprised but there will become times where killing someone will be unavoidable, not because you’ll be in danger, but because of your nature as a Bishamon.” Although it pained him to think about it, he was quite right. Sooner or later he was going to lose out to the switch and he’ll be responsible for some pretty gruesome and horrible things so he had to prepare himself for when that happens, hopefully it doesn’t kill him. “Well like you said that would be unavoidable and even though I don’t remember most of the incidents that happened when I did switch I still felt guilty” He said before letting out a sigh. In truth he had hated the fact that he was a Bishamon but you couldn’t really chose to be born into something specifically, if that was the case Cesc would’ve been some prince in a foreign land being fed grapes by his handsome body guards, but he was a Bishamon…. Though he was glad to have met his father. “Well I remember when you first switched; it was pretty brutal, though I was able to restrain you” He said with a strange look on his face, the look of a father whom was proud that his son was finally able to ride his bike without the use of training wheels, he was pretty creepy. “Yeah I also remember you making me repair the house after it was over.” He was a pretty cruel father. “Well someone had to fix the house.” He chuckled before placing his hands on Cesc’s shoulder. “I understand where you’re coming from to be honest. Before I adopted you Cesc I wanted someone to share my legacy with, but each day I spend with you, you remind me more and more of Angie.” He said with a distant look on his face. Cesc could never understand the enigma which was Mesut Fabergas, but he could tell that he and his wife shared something special, which was cut short ironically by a Mikaboshi. Maybe he had adopted Cesc because he wanted him to exact revenge on those Mika, well that’s what Cesc thought when he had heard what had happened to his wife, but he could see that the man was truly lonely.  “Now then, on to business, since you’re looking for a more supportive roll rather than being a fighter being a Bishamon makes things a bit easier.  Not only Bishamon are good fighters, but they also make great medical ninja.” He said as he pulled out a scroll with the Bishamon Clan Symbol on it, where did he get it only god knows, but he’d rather not find out. “If you gain your Kekki Tota, you’ll be able to master some amazing medical ninjutsu, as well as patent your own.” He ended by handing the young knight the scroll.  Since he knew nothing about his clan nor cared to find out, this had become quite the surprise, maybe being born as a Bishamon wasn’t a curse after all. “Interesting.” He muttered as he continued to look at the long list of techniques that were available to him currently, there were even some scorch techniques he hadn’t heard about, maybe this was exactly what he needed to kick start his campaign to the top. “Now that you seemed pleased with this let us begin our training.” Letting out a sigh Cesc would place the scroll on a nearby shelf and readied himself.

Five hours had passed since they began training. They stood there, both of them out of breath, Cesc more so than his father, which he took that time to begin speaking again. This time, he sounded a bit more impressed than he was the last time they were here together, which made Cesc feel proud as his training had actually been paying off. "You've gotten a lot stronger Cesc. I wasn't expecting that. Of course, not nearly enough that you'd take me down one on one, but enough to make me catch my breath while defending. It seems that you started to pour more of yourself into it as the fight grew on, because you were hitting harder near the end than you were in the beginning. Made my arms sting a bit too. Nice improvement." he complimented him, before removing his focus from him, thinking about what he was going to say next before he said it. He was pretty smart, and generally thought through what he was saying or doing before completing it. He was a pretty great teacher and instructor maybe that’s they people had nominated him to pick up the post as Mother Snake in the Mictlan, the inne domains, which would be pretty odd calling a grown man mother snake.

Alright, that was really good, I'll hand you that. We're done with the strength training for right now, lets focus on your speed. In this training exercise we're going to have you do one thing. I'm going to be moving around the room, and you're going to try and catch me. Simple enough exercise in theory, but in practice, landing a blow is much more important. It'll also give you a principle understanding of hitting a moving target better. In an actual fight against somebody, they aren't just going to be stationary and exchange blows with you. Sometimes you'll have to keep speed with them and be on the move. Conversely, when it comes to your opponents, if you're faster than them, remaining stationary removes an advantage your have on your opponent. Speed gives people a definite edge. The faster you are, the harder it is to see you, to react to you. And speed can possibly win you a match even if they've got the edge on you in every other skill. I've seen people beat others who were twice as strong as them simply because they couldn't be hit. Strength means little if you can't touch your opponent. 100 weak hits will still be better than 0 strong ones." he said, smiling politely.

With that out of the way, their real training could begin. Cesc took a deep breath and then charged forward, eager to try his best to land a hit on him. As he struck out with his arm, he frowned, his head was not where it had been before. He'd moved quicker than he could hit him, simply side stepping his strike. He was certainly quicker than he was, considering he was moving at Ripping Discord while the the vampire curse mark allowed Cesc to move at Vacuum Release speeds so in reality there was no way in hell he could’ve touched him. But instead of losing hope that made him want to punch him in the face even more. He was now set on hitting him, at least making contact. And the man was dead set on him not landing a blow. He wasn't holding back like he had in the previous training sessions. It was evident that he wanted him to work for it, to push himself as far as he could go to hit him. Not even match his speed, but at least get a hit off. He continued trying to hit him, but his speed and reflexes were so much greater that he simply sidestepped each of his attacks. He was barely even moving from the one spot.

That's when it hit her: He'd said that fights rarely ever happened in one area, and that he should absolutely utilize her speed to its highest potential. Which meant that he shouldn't stay stationary either. From there, Cesc started to striked at him, moving as he did so, attempting to circle him. He ducked under his arm, and he lashed backwards with his foot, hoping to catch him in the back, but he swiveled his body to the side, the kick passing by him harmlessly. Although the smirk on his face showed that he was impressed with his attempt. They continued on with their spar for a while like that afterwards, but still to no avail. Cesc couldn't land a single hit on him. He was simply too fast for her to hit, at his current level. That's when he started to think.

Paying attention to the layout of the room, he noticed that they'd shifted from their original position, closer to a wall now. He smiled and knew what to do then. The whole reason he was blocking so well was because he was able to move easily. He had ample room. So in order to hit him, he had to maneuver him away from all of that room. He started leading him towards a corner, and just as he'd planned, he backed himself up into it. The grin on his own face let him know that he knew what he was doing and was impressed at his planning. As he was merely testing him, he let it happen, seeing how he'd manage to hit him. As he was pressed into the corner, Cesc struck forward, his hand finally making contact with him. Or rather, his own palm.

He'd simply caught his strike, his hand having rushed up to meet his own. "That was an impressive display Cesc. I'd say you passed that. Not only did you use your own speed, but you also applied it. Like I said, standing around does little. You've got to use the entire field to your advantage. In this case, you take a faster opponent and limit their ability to move. Once that's done, you've got the advantage. You show some promise, I like that you use your mind." he said, and released his hand, before striking forward with a palm of his own, shoving him back a few feet, causing him to fall over and land on his back. It had been a little bit of a surprise, after all, he didn't see it coming at all.

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