Training Politics I | Self Rp - Open to One

[5:00 AM]

Start early.
Beat the worms and the fruit of your training will be ripe.

He woke by nature, lava flavored orbs dimly lit the darkness of his dorm room. His vision shifted to his roommate, another EAT student named Jason, sleep. Happily sound. A meister neither known nor forgotten. He was average like most of the students here. Undisciplined and vaguely trained. They shared meager talk, a bulk of the talk arising when he found out Drake was a weapon. Drake bounced around the topic hinting that he wasn't interested. This weapon was dedicated and proud. He knew he had the potential to become great thus someone of his stature was needed as a partner. If none would be found. Then none would be taken. Already having thought of the possibility of him being solo, the demon weapon would be content if so.

That's why even after leaving his home he trained.

Hard.

Steps as he walked down DWMA's dorm halls, duffle bag lugged over his shoulder while he walked in his bedtime gear. Solid navy blue pajama's and a white tang top that accompanying its size, was form fitted. He took few glances to his right and left catching glimpses of his peers. Some awake only because they had yet to sleep from the night before, others on hopes of beating the morning breakfast line. Very few with the same motives as Drake himself. He noted them for it was possible that he'd find someone like him amongst all the Meisters in the academy.

Time passed and he arrived at the academy's dojo. Nice open space graced with the traditional dojo scenery of wooden floors and padded walls. This space is usually used to hold supervised sparring amongst the students. Though Drake found that at this time no one usually came here. Instead it was Drake's private sanctuary. Sitting his duffle bag down, he opened it and dug out it's content, black and white basketball shorts and black running sneakers. His traditional training garments that he wore when he trained with his clan were ripped and torn from his last training session when he sparred with a short sword demon weapon.

He sighed.

The shorts that he wore would take some time getting used to though he couldn't deny their comfortability. Casting his duffle bag to the side he stood toward the back of the dojo furtherest from the entrance in front of the mirror and begun his stretches for today's exercises.

Train Hard.
Easy training reaps poor resolutions.

First he started with his lower body. Diligently stretching, he stuck his left leg out to the side as far as he could bouncing softly to get that nice 'burn' feeling. He then proceeded to his right leg performing the same movements. Small pops and cracks were heard as he loosened up. From there he fell on his butt and sat down with his legs outstretched in a 'V' positioned. He leaned over to his right leg easily touching his toe proving his impressive flexibility. His hand even went as far as touching the bottom of the sole of his foot getting that nice burn and stretch. He then proceeded to lean over the left foot performing the same movements with relative ease.

He closed his legs.

Arms outstretched, head down he leaned forward completely folding himself gaining a perfect back stretch. "Ahhhh.." he moaned as he let out a small gasp of air from the stretch. After holding for a few seconds, he stood up with his feet shoulder width apart and began to punch straight with one arm at a time. "Hmm hmm hmm" he muttered as he breathed out with every strike. Keeping his form rigid and complete, he stretched his arms with controlled strikes. His strikes than turned into a one - two - one combination as he picked up the speed.

After five minutes of striking he got into rest position and lifted his left leg up bending at the knee so his knee was to his chest level. He tightened his abdominal muscles and held that positioned for fifteen minutes strengthens his core and leg muscles. Afterward he proceeded to his right leg as he lifted it in the same way and held it for an equal amount of time.

"Fuuuuuuuu" He breathed out every so often as he kept his breathing steady and focused on the task at hand. After the time was up he dropped his right leg and slowly lifted his left leg up bending it at the knee again so it touched his chest again. Afterward he proceeded to extend his leg straightening it out so that Drake stood on one leg with his left leg completely vertical. Drake motioned his hands to his sides in order to gain a nice balance. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly as he held the pose for ten minutes. As he dropped his leg he could feel the burn in his legs and torso. Sweat was beginning to drop from his forehead but he had to persevere.

In fact, he begun to smile at the sight of sweat. He was starting to 'feel it'. His body was getting riled up. Happily soul...

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Full of excitement he raised his right leg up to the same level and did the same exercise. It was easy to slack off now that he wasn't in the presence of his clan but he didn't, he couldn't. If anything it made Drake want to work harder. He was the flagship for his clan and his determination to rise to the top was in fathomable. Having finally finished the exercises, Drake dropped to the ground into push - up position and with an idle breath and an eager gasp for steady air he raised himself, "One"[/size]

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Stay Pure
A Pure Heart, Body, And Soul Will Breed Passionate Outcomes

"Two..." He raised himself feeling accomplished exhaling the numerical value. Eyes closed he pushed himself till his very, very limit.

"Hundred..." He uttered the last breathe as he pushed out of the push up bringing himself up to his two feet. He motioned, wiping the sweat from his face slightly stinging his eyes as his hands grazed his cyan blue orbs.

He paused.

Taking a quick break as his eyes settled from its salty assault.

He sighed.

Heavily,

thinking about his future at Shibusen where he lived. Happily Dwells. Every once in awhile he'd stop to think about whether Shibusen was the way to go. Whether it would really bring him closer to reaching his goal. Bringing him closer to getting his clan into the light. The resources, the opportunity, it was all there. Shibusen offered it all.

But it was too slow.

Or so it seemed. Drake was impatient. He wanted it all now. He wanted it now because if it happened than it would happen. Oddly phrased but it was how he felt. He was confused but he was always taught that great things came to those who waited. Though... He heard of another way. Another way to get stronger faster and in large increments.

Human Souls.

He cringed.

He never thought about it before but he read that it was the way to attain great power. The Kishin, internationally feared and even more importantly, internationally known.

Drake shook his head.

"Back to business." He muttered as he got into rest position and began darting as fast he could until he reached the edge of the dojo. Drake than took a quick, sharp turn and ran in a circle along the Dojo's outer perimeter.

And with that he was off.

Drake continued to run as fast he could. Over and over Drake would run in a circle in order to increase his speed and endurance. While his legs said no, Drake continued to run at his top speed. He felt his legs cringe but he fought through it. He kept feeding his legs his drive. His determination. His Perseverance.

His Dogma.

As he ran he once again began to think about it, Human Souls. A part of him wanted it bad. So bad that he'd do anything to attain it. But another part of him was true. Pure and good. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't.

"Fuck, Agh!" He bellowed as he stumbled over his feet and tripped himself up and fell. At his speed he had no choice but to tuck himself into a roll in order not seriously injure himself. As he came to a stop he crossed his legs and lowered his head.

"Shit." He said as he looked up and closed his eyes and thought about his masters. His trainers. His clan that would be so ashamed of him if they saw him and knew what he was thinking.

He smirked.

He rose,

to his feet and dusted his clothes off and began to run again. He smiled and with a better resolve he pushed on and ran in a full sprint again. Running faster and more agile than before. He was content, he'd finish this exercise with better emotions in order to get better results. His training was still young, he still had a couple more things to do before he was all done with today.

Be Smart.
Learn From Your Past Successes, Not Just Your Past Failures.

The young Demon Weapon's breath quickened. His chest spiked and he breathing starting to become hoarse. However, Drake couldn't stop know. He was only nearing his second lap.

Well.

Second lap was misleading.

He was actually about to start his next step in his running exercise as he was ready.

"Two",

Get on with his training. His words beckoning on the exhaling of a breath while he approached the Dojo's main entrance doors. He used them as a way - point, finish line type of deal and as his feet flew past the checkpoint, Drake leaped forward into a series of rolls. He jumped and rolled forward, tucking himself into a ball and upon completing the roll, he jumped up and forward into another roll. The Demon Shield continued this, jumping forward, then to the right, and then to the left, and then back in hopes of making himself more agile along with getting rid of that annoying feeling that came from when you tucked into a roll.

"Umph, Umph, Umph!" He groaned as he hit the ground with a moderately loud thud. Though with each successful roll, Drake got quieter and quieter. The initial Thud... that was heard at the beginning shifted to a now more silent roll only given away by the Weapon's exhaling and inhaling. This exercises continued on until Drake found himself nicely bruised and very much sore all around. He rolled into the middle of the dojo and sat down with his legs crossed while he reflected on today's training.

He stretched.

He woke up early promoting discipline and made his way to the dojo were he started off stretching. Both his lower body and his upper body underwent appropriate and workout sufficient stretching. Afterward he proceeded to an intense lower body and core workout. Pushing his limits he strengthened his legs and core through leg lifts and knee raises.

He Pushed.

Drake worked his arms and endurance through his push - up training. It was a simple yet still very effective at providing results. Calisthenics. The natural way to build lean muscle and strengthen the upper body. At the time Drake performed them in regular, standard push - up position. Next time he'd try his luck with a diamond formation or if he felt daring, in a one handed fashion.

He ran.

Hard, enough as the training already was, Drake ran in full strides. Even when tainted thoughts clouded his head and he stumbled, fell in his training. Drake persevered. He sprinted, distance unknown to him but laps he kept track of, Two hundred. Drake finally ended his training by rolling.

Yes, rolling.

Performing tucked rolls, tumble rolls, or whatever you wanted to call them was vital. Those evasive maneuvers would one day save the young man's life. He did them in every direction possible in hopes of increasing his speed and agility. And finally,

He sat.

He breathed taking in a long breath letting it enter through his nose and fill his longs. He held it and then released it through mouth. He would now meditate. His masters at the clan told him that every great training should end in reflection and meditation. The order of it they never specified.

Drake smirked.

He felt it all around him.

Fatigue.

He relished in it. Drake was becoming a masochist. Not that he liked being physically abused and beating... Well if it was in a fight than yeah, but he loved feeling sore.

Worked out.

It made him feel alive.

He was peaceful.

He let himself drift, fall into a deep centered meditation where he would temporarily reside. Happily within. Legs crossed and breathing finely controlled he idle sat and disciplined himself.

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In Three's
One's Provides No Foundation And Two's Lack Proper Reflection.

He breathed, "One." He thought as he in a calming breath.

Idle.

He sat patient with little regard for either time past or time to go.

He concentrated.

His mind didn't wander, didn't falter. It remained constant, still though not static.

He thought.

He contemplated everything. His life, his progress, his mission, his feelings. Meditating allowed you to do that. To rationally overview yourself and the things around you. And if one were to do it consistently. It allowed one to remain pure. True.

"Two"

The principles one believed in. Hard Work. Determination, Honor, Discipline. But a few notions that fortified the young Demon's resolve.

The pursuit of power was another one. It was something that Drake yearned for... At this point, fiend for. He needed it. It wasn't something that was just merely wanted or desired like his peers. No. It was something that he was destined for at birth. It really unnerved him. Sometimes when he thought real hard about it, he could feel it. Deep down in his soul. Something uneasy, something unsettling. He would temporarily waver in his soul and would begin to think differently.

Odd.

Tainted.

Like what happened earlier in his training. He thought back to when he was bouncing around the ideas of power and the Kishin came up. He felt off, his reasoning faltered and for a split second he contemplated. He felt distorted.

He calmed himself again. Stilling himself he reminded himself of his mission but even more importantly his morals. He wouldn't let them fall and he wouldn't abandon them. Yes his clan was created like witches but that didn't mean he had to act like one. The quest for power would be successful but in his quest he'd follow the Path of The Warrior and not that of the Demon.

"Three"

And with that resolve He was fine.

Happily Sound

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