Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 0:26:17 GMT -5
Training Thread Between: Raygin, Hotaru, and Ajraka.
Was karma a real thing? When somebody did something good, was a similarly natured thing rewarded back to them? Or was their truly a God watching over his creations, handing out blessings to those whom suffered through turmoil's? Or was fate just a cruel lady, finding some kick amusement from kicking around people before turning around and improving their lives? Raygin didn't know the answer to any of those questions. All he knew was that he had suffered. He had lived in fear, in doubt, in caution for nearly a year now. Long enough to have completely changed his outlook on life, in fact. Raygin had known despair, more than the Segunda Espada could ever hope to dish out. Enough of it to make Kuroi Naito envious in fact. Living with such an injury, living on a ticking countdown. He only had one year left to live, even if he were careful actually.
But, it was over now. Something had changed. Something had been presented to Raygin that could break the curse that had been placed upon him. A new surgical procedure, one being performed by the new Captain of Squad Four, Rose, could repair the damage to Raygins heart. It was going to be a risky procedure though, and the chances of Raygin even surviving it would have been fifty fifty. He had been given a few days to prepare himself and think it over, but he had surprised everyone by immediately stating he was okay to undergo it. No time to think or second guess. If he had a chance at repairing himself, of escaping the shell of despair he had been trapped in, even if it cost him his life, he would do it. No longer would he allow himself to be a burden to his friends and family. So, he allowed it. Without question, without asking, he put his faith and trust into the Squad his best friend had defended with his life. So then, how did it go?
"Aah...agh...mmgh...t-twenty...five..." Raygin gasped, collapsing under his own weight once he had finished that push up. It was a warm day in the Seireitei, not a cloud in that bright blue sky. Unhindered sunlight shone down on the training field, one used by any Shinigami from any squad if they wanted to. It was almost barren, actually, only a handful of other Shinigami sharing the field with the panting young man. Pushing himself to his feet Raygin rubbed his forearm across his brow, wiping away any sweat that had built up. That bright smile of his never once left his tanned face, turning his attention to the bucket of cold water he had prepared in advance. Approaching it he crouched down, collecting a cup full and pouring it on his head to cool himself off.
He let out a satisfied sigh after shaking his hair free of most of the water. He pondered if maybe he should pour some of the water on his body, but decided that perhaps it was best if he just kept it too his head. Sure, he had decided to forgo wearing any upper attire while he worked out, so he could collect some sunlight on his skin, but he didn't want to get his pants wet. Standing up and dusting his legs off, Raygin walked back to where he had been doing his pushups moments earlier. The surgery had been a success. Not two weeks ago Raygin had awoken on that bed in the Squad Four barracks, having survived the surgery that could have taken his life. He had been informed by the staff present that it had been a success, that the injury that had caused him so much misery was gone. So, what did Raygin do?
He cried. Tears of joy had poured down his face and soaked his pillow. The misery and striff were gone, the pain was gone. Raygin could go up stairs without losing the ability to breath amidst the pain. No more coughing up blood, no more fear and no more pain. He had been told to take it easy as first, as his time as a cripple had weakened his body considerably. His skills as a Shinigami were gone, as was the titan strength he once possessed. Raygin was back to square one. He had been weakened, but he could now begin again. Raygin was back and he needed to train. He needed to get back to being fit for duty as soon as possible. His family, and the Seireitei, needed him after all. At least, he hoped they needed him. There were plenty of new and impressive Shinigami in the Seireitei now, some of which he might have to compete with.
Regardless of whether or not the Seireitei truly needed him wasn't important at this time. Right now, Raygin needed to focus on improving himself and his body. And the best way to do that was to practice his boxing techniques! Raygin took a sigh, clearing his mind and doing his best to remember how...boxing went. It was all about leg work and jabs, right? It was...odd. Everything seemed cloudy, like a hazy dream in fact. How did boxing go again? He spread his legs slightly, raising his arms up as someone who boxed might have...but something just wasn't right. It didn't feel right, at all. Raygin blinked, looking at his arms before throwing a jab right at him. He had put too much weight into the jab, and launched his body forward a bit. "No...that...it doesn't feel right..." He commented, drawing his fist back and looking at them again. "I knew that after all that time a few things were gonna be forgotten...but this is.." Raygin commented, looking at his hands before turning his head towards a sound. The sound of footsteps, actually. He grinned, looking at the approaching individual with an excited and happy look on his face.
{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 50 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 25 = 37.5 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 25 = 12.5 Points
Light Aura - 100 Points
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - 50 = 75 Points
Senses - 100 = 50 Points
Energy sensory - 0 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total SP: 300 Points
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 50 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 25 = 37.5 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 25 = 12.5 Points
Light Aura - 100 Points
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - 50 = 75 Points
Senses - 100 = 50 Points
Energy sensory - 0 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total SP: 300 Points
- [Strength of Will] {1}
- [Damage Recovery] {1}
- [Charisma] {1}
- [Battle Analysis] {1}
- [Martial Arts: Street Fighting] {1}
