Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 11, 2018 18:49:24 GMT -4
Scoopity Woop. Scoopity Scoop. Maxi's mind was a completely barren wasteland that very moment, after a harduous day of constant sparring, talking, chit-chating. No man's head was durable enough to handle such a hectic day, at least no man that Maxi had ever seen or met in his entire life, that's for god damn sure. Fighting all sorts of people who, for some reason, fought with and had swords on them thanks to his quirk left him, if anything, mentally exhausted and with several closed cuts and scratches, along with some new damage to his jacket tracksuit. A bummer, though easily replaceable, he has the money for that.
What money doesn't buy for him is endurance. Yes, it might have taken a lot of self inspection and a rush through all of his combat abilities and experience and, at the end, Maximillian felt like he actually lacked the endurance, the stamina needed to use his quirk to its fullest potential, to use its miriad of perks that it offered him in a silver platter. Everything he had could be easily covered by his quirk: He didn't need greater strength, for the blows his quirk dealt were more than enough. He didn't need speed or agility, for an activation of his "Muhn" organ could bestow it upon him. What he just couldn't get out of his quirk was heightened endurance. Hell, even his special "Drive" technique requires his Muhn to work at full pace and that wastes a lot of energy too.
He needed to train his endurance, somehow: by training it, he'd become able to use his Drive for a longer period of time, he'd be able to create more ice without having to worry about growing tired or his head hurting from the exercise it'd be put under. With endurance, he'd finally be able to unlock his true potential! 'Course, the problem always comes down to how.
He could try cardio, but that seems too normal.. there's the other, much better kind of cardio, though the amount of cardio he'd need would require an equally durable partner and, honestly, he doesn't think he has much of that.
Usual exercise would have to do, really, no beating around the bush. Though, he needed the endurance both mentally and physically, so he had to somehow waste his energy and put his body under the stress of exhaustion, while also exercising his mind. Easy enough, he knew just the way!
Quietly sitting himself down upon the ground, exposed tanned legs crossed for a meditating position, the boy closed his golden eyes, peacefully meditating upon his life and prowess. Meanwhile, right above him, he had created a large ice boulder which, after creating three purposefully thin pillars to hold it up, he released the boulder. By constantly stressing and cracking the thin pillars, he had to waste energy and regenerate them, while also forcing his mind to stay focused. A perfect exercise!
It'd be a damn shame if some retard decided to ruin it.
