One Last Time

Cress walked down a quiet path where only the breeze could be heard. One may think, what was someone like him doing here? Even some may question why he wasn't dead. To tell the truth, he may soon be. But either way, causing explosions wasn't the only thing he enjoyed. When he felt time for his walk to be over and the sun was setting on the horizon, he was almost back at camp. He still didn't feel tired, most likely because walking wasn't anything strenuous or tiresome for him. "Maybe a night in the gravity chamber would do." He hadn't trained or done much of anything in months. He thought about his comrades. All of them were dead, except for him. The question that was always in his head was, when will I go? How long until those who did his partners in would come for him? Maybe tonight his ki would send a beacon large enough for them to see. Whatever the case, he wouldn't go out without a fight.

Into the camp and through the doors of the large, singular-roomed building that housed a huge device at its center that spread onto its top is where he found himself. He'd removed his shirt, boots and everything else besides the pair of trousers. He held his large hands over the control panel at the center, activating the device and setting the gravity. The machine beeped and whirred as he stood back and waited for the pressure to come over him. The pressure rose and rose until stopping short of what it usually did. "That can't be right." Even though he hadn't trained under gravity in a while he still knew something wasn't right. It never stopped that fast. Walking back up to the control panel he found his answer, the number 100 stretched out across the screen. "Why did it stop?" He met resistance when moving to rub his chin and the hairs that grew there. He was no technician and he definitely would cause more problems than there were if he attempted to check.

Maybe it was just old or tired, maybe both.

He'd have to get it checked out or sell it for another. That was if his roof wasn't blown off by the people that wanted his head. He suppressed these thoughts for now but remained ever alert. He stepped back toward the halfway point between the center device and the exit. He started to hover before quickly setting himself back down. "I forgot. No flying to make things easier." A rule he set for himself. Taking the easy way wouldn't gain him any more strength than he had now. Instead he got into position without much struggle. This reminded him again that he wasn't under the effects of 150 G's this time.

Now that he was on the floor, he proceeded to do several hundred pushups faster than one might imagine. He started to move out of position afterward, but that didn't mean he was done. He got on his back and repeated the same number but doing sit-ups this time. When those were done he got back on his feet and went to bend over, letting his arms do the work instead while his legs rose to the air. His tail kept his balance. Living his whole life with his tail, he couldn't see himself being able to walk properly without it. Thankfully all of his opponents saw no need to remove it, or just weren't thinking of it. He did laps around the gravity chamber like this. Thoughts of the past and what could be may have come up in his mind during the previous exercises, but this one required far more concentration. It left little room for errors, unlike pushups and situps which were pretty straight forward. 

When the laps were done, he finally took to the air. He pretended as if someone were chasing him down, making odd movements and turns. Doing this enough times among other random exercises while also adding in the other trainings that went without breaks, he wore himself out eventually. He was still a living being. He was covered in sweat now, hurridly moving toward the machine. He found himself training longer and harder during that session, most likely due to the fact it wasn't at it's usual maximum. And then he realized, no one had blown his roof of. Maybe it was because he wasn't radiating ki like a madman. This entire time he'd stayed in his normal form.

The machine still read 100 G's. He hoped it would've sorted itself out, but it looked like that wasn't going to be the case. So he shut off the machine, he was done with it for now. He grabbed a towel as he stepped out into the cool breeze that blew through the forest. It felt relieving, but if he didn't wipe the sweat off of him that relief would soon turn to discomfort. He quickly wiped himself down and went off into the forest still half-naked, hunting for a meal before his stomach could growl and his mind follow suit and demand he did.