Stepping out of the village near the plainns, Crono looked around the area and smiled as he lifted his arms in the direction of some fallen trees and started to cut them with repeated blows over and over again until finally they were each in the rough form of a very sturdy training dummy. Walking over to them he smiled and looked at them one at a time. Perhaps it was just about time for him to start gaining some real power behind his attacks. If he really wanted to protect those he cared about he would have to get stronger, and faster, but above all he would have to remain wise and observant as he watched the enemy, making sure to keep track of their movements.
Stepping up to the dummies he carefully traced his eyes over them, analyzing where vitals would be and memorizing the locations. With each location that he remembered he was felt that he was able to connect one more deadly strike, one more impact that would decimate an enemy because for the most part, when it came to internals, quite a few creatures had roughly the same stuff. Smiling he looked at the dummies and took an open palmed fighting stance and gathered his strength . And then he unleashed his attack. The tips of his fingers jabbed into the soft, fresh materials on the outside and caught the rigid material on the inside. With each strike he doubled up his efforts, hitting harder and faster, keeping track of every last motion that he made until finally the target seemed to explode from all the damage.
Pausing long enough to catch his breath he turned to the next targets, this time he started out with a slight bounce to his step as he approached and suddenly flipped into a downward axe kick on the shoulder of the first dummy but quickly pulled his mind back into focus for the next dummy. Dashing forward, under any attacks that would have come from a real target he made his way to the dummy, sliding and mule kicking it in the jaw, springing off the ground and slamming his full weight onto the shoulders of the final dummy. Smiling as he did so he unsheathed his blade, unleashing a Do ryu sen into the dummies face, decimating it. But for some reason none of this felt quite right to him. No, he needed to actually fight something; his adrenaline was pumping far too strongly for him to fight just training dummies.
Jumping into a sprint he took off at a new, much faster rate than he ever had before, now completely in control of his own direction. Dashing off to the training grounds, Crono approached many people, looking for a brawler. Hoping to get a good fight he came across an makeshift arena of sorts where Genin could test their skills in a type of gauntlet. Stepping into the ring and looking around Crono smiled as he grabbed attention. ~The best way to grow stronger is by proving yourself ~ he thought and did his best not to start laughing about it. But he was unable to keep his opponent from noticing who quickly looked at him and asked “What are you laughing about?” Crono shrugged and looked at the other Genin, he knew that trash talk would most likely send them into blind rage, but that wasn't the fight he was looking for “ just expecting a good fight” He said, still suppressing the urge to start smiling.
And just as Crono expected, the Genin dashed at him in a fury, and with the first strike it would disappear. Crono ducked under the kid's first strike, and then slipped between his legs and watched as he turned around. The kid went for a punch but with lightning reflexes Crono jabbed him in the wrist and shoved the punch out of the way. The fight could be over in minutes but for the first time in a long time Crono was actually having physical fun. He grabbed the kid's wrist as it zipped by his face and used their arm as leverage to flip them over on their back. As soon as they hit the ground it was obvious to tell that it was damn near over. He knelt on their back, twisting their arm up and behind and then grabbed the back of their head. He leaned down and whispered in their ear “do you yield?” the gennin only nodded, acknowledging his defeat publicly and Crono got off of their back. Holding a hand out he helped them up off of the ground and looked them in the eye, shook their hand and sent them off.
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Stepping up to the dummies he carefully traced his eyes over them, analyzing where vitals would be and memorizing the locations. With each location that he remembered he was felt that he was able to connect one more deadly strike, one more impact that would decimate an enemy because for the most part, when it came to internals, quite a few creatures had roughly the same stuff. Smiling he looked at the dummies and took an open palmed fighting stance and gathered his strength . And then he unleashed his attack. The tips of his fingers jabbed into the soft, fresh materials on the outside and caught the rigid material on the inside. With each strike he doubled up his efforts, hitting harder and faster, keeping track of every last motion that he made until finally the target seemed to explode from all the damage.
Pausing long enough to catch his breath he turned to the next targets, this time he started out with a slight bounce to his step as he approached and suddenly flipped into a downward axe kick on the shoulder of the first dummy but quickly pulled his mind back into focus for the next dummy. Dashing forward, under any attacks that would have come from a real target he made his way to the dummy, sliding and mule kicking it in the jaw, springing off the ground and slamming his full weight onto the shoulders of the final dummy. Smiling as he did so he unsheathed his blade, unleashing a Do ryu sen into the dummies face, decimating it. But for some reason none of this felt quite right to him. No, he needed to actually fight something; his adrenaline was pumping far too strongly for him to fight just training dummies.
Jumping into a sprint he took off at a new, much faster rate than he ever had before, now completely in control of his own direction. Dashing off to the training grounds, Crono approached many people, looking for a brawler. Hoping to get a good fight he came across an makeshift arena of sorts where Genin could test their skills in a type of gauntlet. Stepping into the ring and looking around Crono smiled as he grabbed attention. ~The best way to grow stronger is by proving yourself ~ he thought and did his best not to start laughing about it. But he was unable to keep his opponent from noticing who quickly looked at him and asked “What are you laughing about?” Crono shrugged and looked at the other Genin, he knew that trash talk would most likely send them into blind rage, but that wasn't the fight he was looking for “ just expecting a good fight” He said, still suppressing the urge to start smiling.
And just as Crono expected, the Genin dashed at him in a fury, and with the first strike it would disappear. Crono ducked under the kid's first strike, and then slipped between his legs and watched as he turned around. The kid went for a punch but with lightning reflexes Crono jabbed him in the wrist and shoved the punch out of the way. The fight could be over in minutes but for the first time in a long time Crono was actually having physical fun. He grabbed the kid's wrist as it zipped by his face and used their arm as leverage to flip them over on their back. As soon as they hit the ground it was obvious to tell that it was damn near over. He knelt on their back, twisting their arm up and behind and then grabbed the back of their head. He leaned down and whispered in their ear “do you yield?” the gennin only nodded, acknowledging his defeat publicly and Crono got off of their back. Holding a hand out he helped them up off of the ground and looked them in the eye, shook their hand and sent them off.
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