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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 6:40:41 GMT
Leon would tilt his head up to look at WR, urging them to push on.
"If you need to yell out to push through... I find it helps."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 6:44:57 GMT
WR would just grunt in response, unsure of whether or not that would actually help. But honestly at this point, they were willing to try anything. The pain was starting to become fucking unbearable.
"GAHH!!" They'd finally shout out, shaking their head as they crossed the line again. Deep breaths. In and out. All that mattered was that they didn't stop.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 6:48:52 GMT
Leon grinned seeing their determination, they were obviously going all in. Leon would sit upright after the crossed the line again.
"Time for a break."
He would roll off the mat randomly and take off running himself to a near by tool shed.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 6:50:15 GMT
WR would immediately fall to their knees, unsure if it was because of the sweet release of his words, or the sudden weight shift, but either way, they embraced the dirt like it was a long lost relative...that they actually liked.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 6:53:25 GMT
One of the Raijin suits would bring WR some water and something to munch as they would be told the break was for about five minutes. After that was up the shed would transform into a platform opening up to raise Leon into the air straddled to what looked like an anti aircraft battery pointed right at WR. He would fire it a few times and plungers with some sort of tazer inside of them would land around them.
"BACK TO IT!"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 6:58:30 GMT
That break was both the shortest and longest five minutes of WR's life.
When it was finally over, their eyes shot wide open at the sight of... whatever the fuck Leon was piloting.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" They'd grunt, scraping their knees as they jumped back to their feet into a full fledged sprint, while also trying to dodge the projectiles, which was considerably more difficult with these ropes strapped to their shoulders.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 7:01:54 GMT
The sound of the AA Battery firing the air pressurized projectile plungers would fill the air as Leon tried his best to shoot WR, however the accuracy on such projectiles was hardly equivalent to the job, so if any hit WR, it would be solely by chance, this was a scare tactic mostly, but also a way to punish WR for not paying attention should they get hit without doing lasting damage.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 7:07:22 GMT
WR usually considered themself good at multitasking -- this, however, was multitasking to the fucking extreme. Running alone was consuming every last bit of their concentration, so the consistent (and annoying) sound of the launching projectiles would provoke another shriek from WR. "GOD DAMNIT!"
Fortunately, they hadn't been hit by any-- BZZT!! Nope, there was one.
"FUCK!!" They'd shake their head and rip the plunger off of the side of their arm, instinctively picking up the pace again. At least it was somewhat easier with Leon's weight gone, but the pain and stress was still quickly becoming borderline torture.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 7:08:48 GMT
This would literally keep up until WR collapsed and was unable to continue running.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 7:12:17 GMT
Finally, after several more minutes, WR would collapse just passed the line. They couldn't take it anymore. They literally couldn't feel their body, and tears were involuntarily running down their face as they gasped for air.
To make matters worse, they had lost track of their laps. Surely they'd hear the release of dogs any second now...
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 7:18:25 GMT
Leon would dismount the AA Battery and walk over to sit next to WR.
"Well, you went as far as you could... I asked for fifty laps and you pushed yourself through the dangers and trials of everything... Fifty laps was well over five miles and no one would fault you for not gunning it the entire way."
He'd fold his arms and pat WR on the back once.
"You made it sixty-one laps. About six miles at as close to full speed as you could maintain. Eight hundred meters is the longest sprint Olympian runners sprint for which is only about half a mile. You also did it in far less time than the normal person because you are already four times faster than the average person. In case you didn't know, you are already beyond a normal persons capabilities. That's what I wanted to show you."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 7:22:11 GMT
WR would just wheeze a laugh as Leon spoke, and would start hysterically laughing as they rolled over onto their back. Their face was covered in dirt, sweat, and tears, but no one could deny the sheer joy on their face as they bathed in Leon's words.
"Thank fuck," They'd wheeze, extending an arm toward Leon to help pull them up.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 7:27:19 GMT
"Have a little confidence in what you can do."
Leon would stand and help WR up.
"But, temper that confidence with the understanding that there is always a bigger fish. You will find yourself exhausted like this after putting everything you have into your work. Only for some bigger and badder enemy to appear. Thats when it comes down to how much will power you have to push through and keep going. Thats when your heart will mean more than your power. Believe me, true colors shine in moments like that."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 14, 2020 7:35:38 GMT
WR would exhaustedly nod as they returned to their feet.
"Words to live by," They'd exclaim while they wiped their face. At least feeling gross was the only real downside coming out of this, with sore legs being their only injury. Those were going to fucking hurt tomorrow.
"So what now?" They'd ask weakly.
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Post by Leon on Dec 14, 2020 7:42:10 GMT
"I'd say we earned a trip to the spa. We are heading to a massage parlor for some R&R. Besides that we need to talk about something."
Leon would lead the way inside and have one of the Raijin guys bring a car around to drive them to the spa.
"I am going to give you three options for your training. I don't know if you did any research into me since our last discussion, but most of my apprentices that died before you were attempting to earn a title as a Dragon. So I figured I would give you the options of what to work for. To simply become an outstanding fighter, the earn a Title of Dragon, or claim a position as Fujin of the Raijin Clan."
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