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“Matsuda, you idiot!” That was the first thing Envy had said to him ages ago, when Matsuda had first failed the exam. There had been much butthurt on Envy’s part, because of the ambition, get stronger sort of thing. It wasn’t that Matsuda didn’t have the intelligence or the talent for it, it was just that he didn’t want to get stronger. In truth, it wasn’t that he was lazy, it was just that he was afraid. He was afraid of getting stronger because of the competition and the expectations. He didn’t want to have to see so many children looking up to him, he didn’t want to have the pressure of success and have to fail. The boy was not slothful, just simply… scared.
Whenever he did something that he thought would be alright, such as fail a test, or stop studying to eat ice cream, he would get those extreme screaming in his head, like an insane beast gone wild, “Matsuda, you idiot!” Sometimes, when he slept, he dreamed about peaceful days where all he did was play with the children. However, he would always wake up, stretch, and look, horrified, at the window outside. There, smeared on the window, was his own blood. The blood was… it had been…. Oh dear God. There on the window were the bloody words, “MATSUDA, YOU IDIOT”. The first day that happened, he realized that his thoughts were not private and that his mind was not completely closed to everyone else.
Now, Matsuda, coerced by Envy, stood at the training grounds. He needed to do some pretty hardcore training, or else Envy would torment his thoughts and twist his senses, which wouldn’t help anyone. The rain was pouring down as usual, and Matsuda didn’t like it. Since this was an indoor training ground, he was safe from the downpour of insane water, but he still was slightly annoyed at the constant pit pit pit patter of the rain on the shiny metal roof. Not only was this a rainy area of the continent, but the metal junky skyscrapers made the landscape look so much more depressing. However, this place had immense technological development, which made both Matsuda and Envy happy. He began to run down the course, keeping a steady pace. With luck, he would be exerting himself enough to satisfy Envy, who kept pointing out the strength and power of the other ninjas there. Personally, Matsuda didn’t care much, or at least pretended not to care in order to try and frustrate Envy. However, Envy could see or hear his thoughts, so that was wasted effort.
When he reached the end of the course, Envy allowed him a water break. Envy was like his coach. They maybe weren’t close, but they were physically (or at least mentally) because of circumstances. Envy was his separated embodiment of motivation where he had none, he was the final piece to the puzzle that Matsuda did not want to have fit in. Envy filled up his mind and heart and then corrupted them with sheer spiteful ambition. According to him, anyone who didn’t get themselves up and train themselves to get stronger was an “idiot.” Thus, the constant insults and jibes and the “Matsuda, you idiot!” Such rudeness from someone associated so closely with him was unacceptable to him. However, so too was suicide. It would not be so easy to get rid of envy. However, it seemed that he would just have to deal with Envy for now.
“Alright, you’re break’s over. Get back up and build your muscle mass!” Matsuda sighed. Well, this was unfortunate indeed. He didn’t want to work out so much, but Envy was threatening him. He stepped up to the mat and started to do some of that good old fashioned iron cross with horse stance. This was used as an old punishment back in the day. His thighs were hurting, and his muscles groaned with effort. Sweat streamed in ammonia saturated beads down his brow, and his face itself was flushed. After about five minutes of this excruciating stuff, he collapsed. He wasn’t sure he could take more of this, Envy was pushing him to his limit. After all, how was he supposed to get stronger if he didn’t train harder? Well, there was obviously a limit to what he could do and achieve. And today, he had probably reached it.
“Matsuda, you idiot!” Envy was frustrated that this was his limit. Oh well, that couldn’t be helped. The limit would be raised in time, and Matsuda would be pushed farther and farther down the road to insanity. In the meantime, Envy would look out for people of the higher-ups and stronger ninja, whose training regimens he would force Matsuda to imitate. Annoying as this was, it helped him to get stronger and to increase his power level. “Welp, how about we head home now?”
“Alright, boy, I give you permission to return home and rest. But you’re up and working again bright and early tomorrow, or you mind will suffer for it!” Matsuda stumbled home, falling and picking himself back up again. This happened almost every single time he went home, and was bothersome. He preferred not to fall on hard asphalt or against metal buildings, but according to Envy, that was a “result of your own weakness”. He slowly unlocked his home and went in. He was so sore, he could barely even bend over to take off his shoes and get in bed. It was so ridiculously painful!
He tried to sleep, but everytime he turned or made a significant movement, his body screamed out in protest. He just couldn’t sleep! Finally, when he had exhausted his energy, he fell into a deep slumber that consumed him…. and he fell into a white room, furnished with two sofas, a table, and a crackling fireplace. Sitting across the room was Envy. “So, boy. I brought you here to talk.” Talk about what? Only time would tell, he thought, as he sat down and prepared himself for the worst.
[WC 1013, 5 stats and 10 JP pls]
Whenever he did something that he thought would be alright, such as fail a test, or stop studying to eat ice cream, he would get those extreme screaming in his head, like an insane beast gone wild, “Matsuda, you idiot!” Sometimes, when he slept, he dreamed about peaceful days where all he did was play with the children. However, he would always wake up, stretch, and look, horrified, at the window outside. There, smeared on the window, was his own blood. The blood was… it had been…. Oh dear God. There on the window were the bloody words, “MATSUDA, YOU IDIOT”. The first day that happened, he realized that his thoughts were not private and that his mind was not completely closed to everyone else.
Now, Matsuda, coerced by Envy, stood at the training grounds. He needed to do some pretty hardcore training, or else Envy would torment his thoughts and twist his senses, which wouldn’t help anyone. The rain was pouring down as usual, and Matsuda didn’t like it. Since this was an indoor training ground, he was safe from the downpour of insane water, but he still was slightly annoyed at the constant pit pit pit patter of the rain on the shiny metal roof. Not only was this a rainy area of the continent, but the metal junky skyscrapers made the landscape look so much more depressing. However, this place had immense technological development, which made both Matsuda and Envy happy. He began to run down the course, keeping a steady pace. With luck, he would be exerting himself enough to satisfy Envy, who kept pointing out the strength and power of the other ninjas there. Personally, Matsuda didn’t care much, or at least pretended not to care in order to try and frustrate Envy. However, Envy could see or hear his thoughts, so that was wasted effort.
When he reached the end of the course, Envy allowed him a water break. Envy was like his coach. They maybe weren’t close, but they were physically (or at least mentally) because of circumstances. Envy was his separated embodiment of motivation where he had none, he was the final piece to the puzzle that Matsuda did not want to have fit in. Envy filled up his mind and heart and then corrupted them with sheer spiteful ambition. According to him, anyone who didn’t get themselves up and train themselves to get stronger was an “idiot.” Thus, the constant insults and jibes and the “Matsuda, you idiot!” Such rudeness from someone associated so closely with him was unacceptable to him. However, so too was suicide. It would not be so easy to get rid of envy. However, it seemed that he would just have to deal with Envy for now.
“Alright, you’re break’s over. Get back up and build your muscle mass!” Matsuda sighed. Well, this was unfortunate indeed. He didn’t want to work out so much, but Envy was threatening him. He stepped up to the mat and started to do some of that good old fashioned iron cross with horse stance. This was used as an old punishment back in the day. His thighs were hurting, and his muscles groaned with effort. Sweat streamed in ammonia saturated beads down his brow, and his face itself was flushed. After about five minutes of this excruciating stuff, he collapsed. He wasn’t sure he could take more of this, Envy was pushing him to his limit. After all, how was he supposed to get stronger if he didn’t train harder? Well, there was obviously a limit to what he could do and achieve. And today, he had probably reached it.
“Matsuda, you idiot!” Envy was frustrated that this was his limit. Oh well, that couldn’t be helped. The limit would be raised in time, and Matsuda would be pushed farther and farther down the road to insanity. In the meantime, Envy would look out for people of the higher-ups and stronger ninja, whose training regimens he would force Matsuda to imitate. Annoying as this was, it helped him to get stronger and to increase his power level. “Welp, how about we head home now?”
“Alright, boy, I give you permission to return home and rest. But you’re up and working again bright and early tomorrow, or you mind will suffer for it!” Matsuda stumbled home, falling and picking himself back up again. This happened almost every single time he went home, and was bothersome. He preferred not to fall on hard asphalt or against metal buildings, but according to Envy, that was a “result of your own weakness”. He slowly unlocked his home and went in. He was so sore, he could barely even bend over to take off his shoes and get in bed. It was so ridiculously painful!
He tried to sleep, but everytime he turned or made a significant movement, his body screamed out in protest. He just couldn’t sleep! Finally, when he had exhausted his energy, he fell into a deep slumber that consumed him…. and he fell into a white room, furnished with two sofas, a table, and a crackling fireplace. Sitting across the room was Envy. “So, boy. I brought you here to talk.” Talk about what? Only time would tell, he thought, as he sat down and prepared himself for the worst.
[WC 1013, 5 stats and 10 JP pls]
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