Training Time

Wed May 18, 2016 11:48 pm

Gin decided to do some regular exercise. You know, push-ups, jumping jacks, and so on. Her primary motivation was whens he earlier had been challenged by a civilian villager to an arm wrestling match. The result: Gin nearly lost. To be fair, the villager was several times the size of Gin, with muscles reminiscent of small barrels, and Gin was not a particularly tough looking ninja. Scratch that, he didn't even look tough. So the arm wrestling match was obviously relatively tough for Gin, since she actually had to put in effort (a miniscule effort, but effort nonetheless) to push the villager's arm over and smash it through the thick oak table we were arm wrestling on. Having to use the miniscule amount of effort (as opposed to the effort required to simply move his arm) smacked (at least to hee, his head whipped back and forth several times as a result) of weakness. She was getting soft. She obviously needed to get stronger.

So there he was, out on a river bank, preparing to sweat away and get back in shape (having spent quite a while to increase his chakra so that he could take hearts from other people). The reason for exercising on the the river bank was that last time he had tried to work out, he had collapsed from exhaustion, and had to crawl for a couple of hours to get to the nearest water source (since he didn't know any water jutsu, and had neglected to bring a number of water jugs). Starker Coyote started doing push-ups. Up... down... up... down... up... down... up... down... up... down... up... down... up... down... and then started to get tired. Thinking again about the muscular villager from earlier, Starker Coyote got all fired up and started doing lots of push-ups, really fast. Instead of the up... down... up... down...rhythm of before, the rhythm became up down up down. However, once he started to feel the burn from doing push-ups (he was at his two hundredth in a row) the rhythm became up down... up down..., as he began to get slower on the push back up. Starker Coyote stopped at the three hundredth push-up, and went over to the river to have a drink.

After slumping over on the rocks by the beach like a towel (the folds are hard to imitate), Starker Coyote changed form and collapsed on the rocks again, this time like the parking panda. He got bored of this though, and decided to do some jumps. Starker Coyote decided to do some jumps, where he would try to jump as high as possible. Starker Coyote squatted down, and jumped. Then, as he was in mid-air so fast, he started flaililng his arms, and grabbed onto a nearby tree. He shimmied down the tree, scuffling with a robin in the process (and then disengaging) and prepared to jump again. Just as he was about to jump, however, he heard a brunch, and promptly fell over. Starker Coyote got to his feet, brushing off his pants, and saw a squirrel happily collecting nuts. Starker Coyote sighed, and jumped again, right into the bottom of a small, knot covered branch. The branch shattered, as Starker Coyote had been practicing smacking his head against branches in preparation for this kind of occurrence (Starker Coyote also spent a lot of time at the hospital having bumps and bruises quickly removed, just to do it all over again and be back a few minutes later). Starker Coyote continued jumping, until eventually he barely missed smacking his head on a massive branch around ten feet wide. Starker Coyote stopped, and decided he had had enough.

Deciding on a change of pace, Gin decided to swim back to the village and work out in the gym. Starker Coyote did a cannon ball jump into the river. He had forgotten about the crab. The crab rewarded him for this by pinching him on the bottom. However, because of the crab's position under Starker Coyote, it was soon forced to let go and swim away to avoid getting squished between Starker Coyote's rear and the bottom of the rock floored river. The crab was unexpectedly pulled away downstream as a shark showed up behind Starker Coyote. Starker Coyote saw the shark coming up behind him, and jumped twenty feet into the air. Then he began pedaling his legs for dear life, only to realize that it was a waste of energy because he was still in the air. Starker Coyote stopped pedaling his legs around uselessly in the air and then landed in the water with a terrific splash (missing the opportunity to expel chakra from his feet and run on the water). The shark was not amused, as his splash splashed a lot of water in its eyes (no idea why that would matter considering its habitat). It began furiously swimming towards Starker Coyote. Starker Coyote decided it was a good time to skedaddle and dry off on the side, but unfortunately the shark would get to him before he would be able to get out of the water. Starker Coyote had no choice but to start swimming (he always needed the practice anyway, and now was a good time to start, besides, he always improved faster under pressure, though not necessarily this much pressure). Starker Coyote initially started out swimming breastroke but quickly realized the shark was going to catch him, so he hanged to the butterfly stroke. The reason he didn't go into the front crawl/freestyle is that butterfly would get more water into the shark's eyes and make the water filled with air bubbles so it would be harder to see him (he didn't know much about shark sensory capabilities). The shark slowed down, confused by the sudden burst of speed and bubbles in the water, but it soon picked up his trail again. Starker Coyote felt the tip of the shark's head on his foot, and switch tactics, starting to swim freestyle for more speed (incidentally kicking the shark and several friends who had been innocent bystanders up until that point in the nose, changing their status to "angry pursuers"). Now pursued by a swarm of sharks, Starker Coyote sped up, almost flying over the water. Downstream, there was a swimming competition to see who could get the farthest upstream. The competition was temporarily suspended as Starker Coyote came crashing through, his speed scattering competitors left and right, with the following sharks scattering the competitors further (both times competitors were pushed downstream as well). Starker Coyote managed to lose most of the sharks in the resulting chaos, except for the first one (the other sharks were more interested in entering the swimming competition and were pulling out wallets for the entrance fee). Starker Coyote continued to frantically swim as the shark got nearer, but began to hear this roaring sound. Starker Coyote lifted his head while swimming and was promptly pulled over the waterfall.

Gin tumbled head over heels as the shark poked its head over, annoyed at its inability to follow him. Starker Coyote continued to tumble head over heels until he landed in more water with a terrific SPLASH!!!!! The villagers fishing in the pond were soaked, as was everything else in a 50 foot radius around the pond. Starker Coyote swam backstroke, while gasping for air, over to the side, only learning he had arrived when he banged his head on a rock. Starker Coyote staggered out of the pond, and collapsed in exhaustion on the side. He was tired of this type of training, so he went home and had a shower.

Gin then headed off to the gym. He headed in, not noting the signs on the walls, and walked into the weight room. He started lifting weights. What was wrong with them? Even the biggest ones were far to light. Starker Coyote tried tossing the biggest one he could find up and down. The first time the weight scraped the ten foot ceiling, the second time Starker Coyote got distracted and the weight made a big hole in the ceiling. Starker Coyote looked back in time to catch the weight again in one hand, not noticing the damage done above him. Starker Coyote put down the weight and was approached by a staff member. Starker Coyote complained the weights were really easy to use, and the staff member notified Starker Coyote that he was in the regular weight room. There was another gym for ninjas which was on the other side of a fork just at the entrance. Oops. Starker Coyote hastily walked around, to the ninja gym. It smelled like gym socks just as much as the other gym, which is to say, far, far too much, which is the apparent norm for gyms, not that that is necessarily a bad thing.

Starker Coyote walked into the ninja gym, about to start flexing muscles. He looked around the room, and thought better of it, as many (he didn't want to say pretty much all) of the ninjas present (even the girls) were lifting more than he could currently hope of lifting, and many looked mean. Starker Coyote decided not to be flashy at all for once and started lifting weights. By golly, these were HEAVY! He could barely lift the minimum weights of some of the machines. Starker Coyote (somewhat) valiantly struggled away at moving the massive weights but started to get exhausted. After a short break, and a drink of water, Starker Coyote was ready to roll, again.

Gin decided to take a break from lifting weights, and went to look at the exercise class schedule. He looked through the list, realized his mistake, read the list, and then headed off to the next one that was starting. The room was very crowded. The instructor instructed everyone to start warming up so Starker Coyote stuff his clothing with napkins. People started looking at him like he was an idiot, as they started stretching and jogging in place. Starker Coyote realized what was supposed to have happened and dashed to the bathroom. He hastily removed all the paper, and ran back to the exercise class. The exercise was in the middle of doing a set of 500 jumping jacks for an extra warm up, so Starker Coyote started, late of course, and tried to catch up. Starker Coyote had only caught up a little when the rest of the class finished and they began the tougher exercises. Starker Coyote really hated mountain climbers but that was the next exercise so he did all one thousand and twenty seven and a half of them. He was interrupted part way through his five hundredth mountain climber (counting on one leg only) when the instructor told him to lower his buttocks, and that he was supposed to count on one leg, but only every other time (so in case you are still wondering, Starker Coyote had only done half of what he had thought he had done). Gin sighed, and finished the mountain climbers.

Then it was time for the instructor's favorite: handstand push-ups. OK, Gin could do handstand push-ups as his balance and strength were not too bad, but the instructor had to be kidding when he said to do the handstand push-ups the way he was doing them: in a handstand (duh!) using one arm only for the first hundred, then switching, and doing several sets, while wearing a hundred pound vest. Starker Coyote attempted to imitate the instructor but his arms buckled (while he was wearing the hundred pound vest) as soon as he bent his arms while in a handstand. The rest of the class (including a number of girls) were doing something closer to what the instructor was doing (the instructor said "62, 63, 64...") and many weren't even breaking a sweat. Starker Coyote struggled but he was behind everyone else. Starker Coyote almost fainted when the instructor told everyone to take off the one hundred pound vests, and then put on the three hundred pound jackets. Starker Coyote barely staggered around, stumbling against various objects as he attempted to walk with the ultra super duper amazingly ridiculously (apparently) superflously extra mega dual mechanical weighted vest. The instructor declared that they were barely throught the first set and started doing one arm handstand push-ups, but on closer inspection the instructor was also pushing herself up hard enough that his entire body would float up in the air for a few seconds before landing back on his hand. The instructor, while in the middle of a one arm handstand push-up, pointed straight at Gin (who froze in her tracks) and told her (referred to as the newbie) that what he (the instructor) was doing was called the "one arm handstand push-up hop", and that Gin needed to shape up as she wouldn't get any stronger stumbling around. Gin groaned, as the instructor pointed to him and told him to stop slacking off and that he should try to do the next exercise. Gin's jaw dropped (to the floor), her eyes glazed over, as he was stunned speechless (and dumbstruck) as the instructor, while in the middle of a one arm handstand push-up hop, tossed off the three hundred pound vest and grabbed a five hundred pound ultra strong military super duper max omega armor outweighing kage level training vest. Gin wanted to cry, and would have but it wouldn't look good so he didn't. The instructor started doing the one arm handstand push-ups hops onto a large table (only about five feet tall) and back down, meanwhile clapping in transit. Gin staggered over, she was exhausted from training all day but at least she finally learned a new genjustu and she was happy.

(WP:2,396 Claiming Demonic Illusions: False surroundings +11 stats)

Thu May 19, 2016 12:25 am

Approved <3

Thu May 19, 2016 12:26 am

Oh, dont forget 11 stats too <3

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