The flush of crimson (Invite Typha) Jan 9, 2020 0:13:08 GMT -6
Post by Reno on Jan 9, 2020 0:13:08 GMT -6
It had been over a week now since his training had started on this mountain, the tall peeks providing a great place to train due to high altitude. Even if he misfired a skill there would be little damage down to the surroundings area. He had heard of it form a local farmer who said that many a great warrior had trained or even lived on the mountain at once point. He was fairly sure it was just a attempt by them to make it seem more mystical then it really was but none the less he gave the man a small amount of zenny as thanks he went to the mountain anyways. It was still out of the way and would make a great spot to train his skills without worrying about destroying a nearby home or the like.
With a held breath Reno started to use the multiform, a skill he had learned form a fellow traveler in order to train himself. As opponents around his ability where rare and even if he could find them it was unlikely that would be willing to train with him. It always felt strange doing the skill but after a moment he centered himself again, his eyes locked on his mirror as he took his stance. It was only then that the training began in earnest, his clone trying their best at fighting a fighter that knew all of their skills and tendencies. It was rather enlightening to find his own faults when they fought, each copy feeding off the others last move.
Hours would pass quickly for the two as each clone tried to out last the other one, each sporting cuts and bruises form the others attacks. They had small breaks between fights in order to insure they did not injure themselves but for the most part they would have been clashing with each other since the very morning, their ki and power level flooding the nearby area. It was hardly a peaceful training session but it felt great to go all out like this, without worry he might hurt this sparring partner. It was times like these that he recalled his training with his masters before he had out grown them, a steady challenge and goal to work towards. It was not until he had nearly killed one of them during a training session that he had left. He had said it was for further training when in reality it was to avoid looking at his own handiwork and to avoid the stares his fellow students where shooting at him. It was perhaps this daydreaming that allowed his clones blade to get under his guard and cleave a his chest open painfully.
"ahhh wait! shit!"
He yelled to stop the clone as he clutched at the massive cut, his once white suit now matching his hair was he tried to starch the flow of blood with his hands. Knowing he needed to get it closed he quickly allowed for the clone to take him to their camp and start applying first aid, a feat that was only easier with the extra pair of hands helping him.
Reno #1 37,587 Ki 4/7 dmg 187%
Reno #2 37,587 ki 1/7 dmg 68%
Reno #2 37,587 ki 1/7 dmg 68%