Post by Pluto on Feb 7, 2019 18:24:23 GMT
Wearing Medium Weights
PL: 8,564 - With Weights: 4,282
It was a rather hot day today, the clouds spread far away from the sun thus causing no buffer between its rays and the plains below. Birds and cattle could be heard in the distance, their sounds slowly drifting in the humid winds. Pluto, as he had for the past week, was training. He stood in the middle of a field near some dirt road that led into South City. There was barely any free time for the hybrid any longer, between sleep, training, and sleeping. It couldn’t be helped though as Pluto had to get stronger to be able to stand up to the Brute; though his last comment always nagged the very back of his thoughts. He was able to get stronger than what he had been at, and it wasn’t due to Oozaru…
Pluto shook the thoughts from his head and continued his workout. His weighted jacket hung at his waist; it was his white one today. His black beanie was firmly atop his head, his chest was bare and slick with sweat, and he wore his average pants and boots. Currently he was practicing his punches, one could really just say he was shadow boxing but it was a bit more than that. He practiced each strike, the power behind them, the speed, and the length that he would extend his arm. He had been doing this for a few hours now, merely standing in the glaring sun and repeating the same punch over and over.
Breathing came heavy and with a certain difficulty, Pluto was still trying to brush away the rust that affected all actions. The hybrid regretted how soft he had gotten, he had been feeling far too pitiful for far too long and it shamed him to his core. Once he proved himself to the Brute he would fight Triton again, or maybe it would be the other way around. It all depended on if he ran into his old friend by the time the rematch started; who knows what would happen first. So Pluto continued his methodical punches in the hot sun, unless one of farmers’ who owned the fields nearby bothered him he doubted that he would be bothered.
PL: 8,564 - With Weights: 4,282
It was a rather hot day today, the clouds spread far away from the sun thus causing no buffer between its rays and the plains below. Birds and cattle could be heard in the distance, their sounds slowly drifting in the humid winds. Pluto, as he had for the past week, was training. He stood in the middle of a field near some dirt road that led into South City. There was barely any free time for the hybrid any longer, between sleep, training, and sleeping. It couldn’t be helped though as Pluto had to get stronger to be able to stand up to the Brute; though his last comment always nagged the very back of his thoughts. He was able to get stronger than what he had been at, and it wasn’t due to Oozaru…
Pluto shook the thoughts from his head and continued his workout. His weighted jacket hung at his waist; it was his white one today. His black beanie was firmly atop his head, his chest was bare and slick with sweat, and he wore his average pants and boots. Currently he was practicing his punches, one could really just say he was shadow boxing but it was a bit more than that. He practiced each strike, the power behind them, the speed, and the length that he would extend his arm. He had been doing this for a few hours now, merely standing in the glaring sun and repeating the same punch over and over.
Breathing came heavy and with a certain difficulty, Pluto was still trying to brush away the rust that affected all actions. The hybrid regretted how soft he had gotten, he had been feeling far too pitiful for far too long and it shamed him to his core. Once he proved himself to the Brute he would fight Triton again, or maybe it would be the other way around. It all depended on if he ran into his old friend by the time the rematch started; who knows what would happen first. So Pluto continued his methodical punches in the hot sun, unless one of farmers’ who owned the fields nearby bothered him he doubted that he would be bothered.
WC: 371