Toma Med 2

Character: Toma
Key: Durathi
Application for: Med level 2

Toma had found a cave to reside in until his wounds scabbed over, one with a small bit of water flowing through it so he could clean up. As much as he loved being filthy in the blood of his enemies it was a bad way to get an infection. Gravely wounded and unable to train in a conventional means the young Saiyan began to think of other ways to train himself. For that to happen he had to make a list for himself, a list of things to improve.

"Hmm. Let's see, there is the body, obviously. Uh...my Ki stuff, but I'm a little too drained for that. What else...what else..."

His mind trailed off until coming up with an answer. He could train said mind, but not in a bookworm sense like the fruity looking Tsujins. Toma began to try and make himself comfy, though on rocks and dirt it was a little hard. He began to focus on himself, how his body felt, how fatigued he was and what may or may not be soon to come. He now entered a state of visualization, images of him and his brother going toe to toe developed and played constantly. Different scenarios all ending with the same result.

Each blow they traded Toma felt, each pretentious comment cutting his pride down like some sort of brain ninja. The mind was a dangerous place, and a death inside could possibly be just as fatal as a death on the outside. So Toma fought, like it was going to be the last fight he'd ever have if he didn't show his worth. Toma could feel his muscles tightening, his reflexes getting sharper, his punches getting harder. The feeling of sweat beading down his face and the smell of blood and testosterone seemed all too real. The training was working but all too well. A wrong step made the moment come to a close as Pota's fist collided with Toma's face knocking him out and thus knocking out Toma in the real world, a sleep well deserved.