9th Day of Summer, 520 A.V.
Quzon planned to figuratively destroy himself today.
Or rather, planned to destroy the weakest version of his past self through intense physical training. The location of his inevitable hardship was the parcel of land that acted as his front yard. The Myrian's prepared the means of his destruction by placing two heavy chains fifty feet apart from each other on the ground.
As Quzon set the second one down, he turned to nod at Seraya who sat waiting for him to finish. She sat around the tent Quzon always kept pitched in his front yard, holding her long sword into the air as she examined its blade.
“What’s the plan? I thought you said we’d be doing weapons training?” The green faced Verusk asked while glancing over at the weighted chains laying on the ground.
“Buraga?”
Quzon mused, wondering if the Settlement defender would take up the offer to train with them. He liked training with Seraya since she was an excellent warrior and likewise marked by the Goddess-Queen Myri. In a way, training with a tough female reminded him of being home in Taloba. “I let him know. He told me that he’d drop by after a patrol if things were peaceful. Ken Chi was with him too. He also said he might stop by to watch.”
In response to Seraya’s question, Quzon merely reached behind his back to retrieve the handaxe that was tucked into his belt. It was clear that only wore the belt for the sole purpose of keeping the handaxe on his person.
“This is plan: I pick up chain, hold it over head, run to other chain, place down, pick up other, run back, do ten squats, make self tired. Repeat. Then we spar… need train with axe.”
Seraya shook her head in slight confusion. "Just you? Or both of us?"
He shrugged his shoulders, then turned to walk towards the nearest chain. "If you want. Up to you." Seraya sheathed her long-sword before standing up to join him near the first chain. "I'm not just going to stand around waiting for you to get tired. How about this, we can alternate. You go there and back five times, then I'll go."
And so it all began with hardly any fanfare.
Quzon reached down with both hands to grab the ends of the chain. It was one of the chains he often used as a scarf to run with around the settlement. It weighted exactly fifty pounds which made it feel as if he were wrestling a snake as he bent at the knees to pick it up with his legs from a deadlift, curling it to his chest before pressing his arms straight up into the air. The process of picking it up already forced him to use his thighs, biceps, and shoulder muscles.
Once he got it into proper position, he bent his arms slightly at the elbows to stabilize the weight over his head while pressing his bare feet into the soil. His entire body was sent rocketing forward into a rapid sprint towards the other chain. "One, two, three, four..." Quzon started counting the number of steps he'd taken in his head to find a baseline number to set to see if he could run the path faster on his next go.
The Half-isur felt good as he ran, although his breathing instantly turned jagged form the activity. He kept his abdominal muscles flexed during the process to keep the anti-rotational muscles of his sides activated. This overhand carry would be worth its weight in sit-ups by the end of the day... That was one fleeing thought which cause him to loose track of the number he last counted as his feet stampeded onward against the ground. And before he knew it, the second chain was at Quzon's feet. A swift drop of the first chain was made, before he repeted the process of lifting up the other to run back towards Seraya.
Or rather, planned to destroy the weakest version of his past self through intense physical training. The location of his inevitable hardship was the parcel of land that acted as his front yard. The Myrian's prepared the means of his destruction by placing two heavy chains fifty feet apart from each other on the ground.
“What’s the plan? I thought you said we’d be doing weapons training?” The green faced Verusk asked while glancing over at the weighted chains laying on the ground.
“Buraga?”
Quzon mused, wondering if the Settlement defender would take up the offer to train with them. He liked training with Seraya since she was an excellent warrior and likewise marked by the Goddess-Queen Myri. In a way, training with a tough female reminded him of being home in Taloba. “I let him know. He told me that he’d drop by after a patrol if things were peaceful. Ken Chi was with him too. He also said he might stop by to watch.”
In response to Seraya’s question, Quzon merely reached behind his back to retrieve the handaxe that was tucked into his belt. It was clear that only wore the belt for the sole purpose of keeping the handaxe on his person.
“This is plan: I pick up chain, hold it over head, run to other chain, place down, pick up other, run back, do ten squats, make self tired. Repeat. Then we spar… need train with axe.”
Seraya shook her head in slight confusion. "Just you? Or both of us?"
He shrugged his shoulders, then turned to walk towards the nearest chain. "If you want. Up to you." Seraya sheathed her long-sword before standing up to join him near the first chain. "I'm not just going to stand around waiting for you to get tired. How about this, we can alternate. You go there and back five times, then I'll go."
And so it all began with hardly any fanfare.
Quzon reached down with both hands to grab the ends of the chain. It was one of the chains he often used as a scarf to run with around the settlement. It weighted exactly fifty pounds which made it feel as if he were wrestling a snake as he bent at the knees to pick it up with his legs from a deadlift, curling it to his chest before pressing his arms straight up into the air. The process of picking it up already forced him to use his thighs, biceps, and shoulder muscles.
Once he got it into proper position, he bent his arms slightly at the elbows to stabilize the weight over his head while pressing his bare feet into the soil. His entire body was sent rocketing forward into a rapid sprint towards the other chain. "One, two, three, four..." Quzon started counting the number of steps he'd taken in his head to find a baseline number to set to see if he could run the path faster on his next go.
The Half-isur felt good as he ran, although his breathing instantly turned jagged form the activity. He kept his abdominal muscles flexed during the process to keep the anti-rotational muscles of his sides activated. This overhand carry would be worth its weight in sit-ups by the end of the day... That was one fleeing thought which cause him to loose track of the number he last counted as his feet stampeded onward against the ground. And before he knew it, the second chain was at Quzon's feet. A swift drop of the first chain was made, before he repeted the process of lifting up the other to run back towards Seraya.
