Eske body builder training

Eske had a bad habit of keeping himself calm, or rather keeping his emotions in check whenever he saw challenge out and about. He sighed pushing a hand through his hair as he shifted his stance and steeled his mind and body just for the briefest of moments. Honestly, Eske, was a bit ecstatic at the prospect of challenging himself despite the cold biting into his skin as he started to scale the mountain by first wrapping his hand around the slippery stones. (1)
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As a test, he started to slowly tighten his grip around the stone as he applied more pressure before the stone slipped through causing him to lose his balance. "Hahah!!" He roared as he started to slowly scale the mountain, underneath him was the crunchy snow, but even that wouldn't surely protect him if he fell from such a great height. He knew of the dangers but he still found himself excitedly starting to scale the mountain as he wanted to challenge his body and push through whatever limits he had set for himself at the time being. (2)
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"So, I'll see how far I can go." He chuckled to himself as he started to scale the mountain, his first step to prove his valor. (3)
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Eske scaled the mountain with a bit of difficulty given the rough terrain of the snow sleeking against the stone wall. Maybe doing this was a bad idea? He knew this for a fact as he slowly continued to scale the wall before he felt his footing slip. He cursed under his breath as he started to slide down the wall cutting into his arm before he landed with a thud in the snow. He grunted a bit in the snow as he waited to fully stand up before he shook off the snow a bit. "Damn." (4)
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Eske rubbed his leg and foot before allowing his limbs to heal after he took a nasty tumble. The initial drain struck him hard like always as he allowed the essense to flow through his muscles as he exhaled before flashing a toothy grin. "Geez, if I knew this would be this taxing then I would've increased the weights when I had ordered them initially." (5)
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He scratched behind his ear as he coursed his hand around his wounds before he moved on to another leg then his arms, each time activating the healing justu and feeling the initial drain to the point where he almost over exerting himself. (6)
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Eske picked himself up he used one of the rocks as leverage due to the mental fatigue of using a costly justu over and over again, cursing to himself Eske continued to press on with his weight training by shadow boxing a few rounds especially knowing full well that mentally he was in no position to continue to push himself to physical and mental exhaustion just to prove a petty theory of his when it came to, unfortunately for the Eske, he had no climbing equipment. This would have been an exceptionally tiring assignment for the teen, but, he was more so a physical fighter after all. (7)
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Eske clenched teeth and grunts as he would start the errand with an eager demeanor. With sweat flowing down his brow and back, the medic continued to ascend the mountain. Knowing full well he had a little to no experience, however having a grin through everything would help him at last. He would begin climbing the stone. (8)
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He was toward the starting part of the stone. The stone arrangement was vast for sure. This assignment would have been a standout among the bravest physical challenges he needed to do. He proceeded with his continuance of the climbing. As Eske stretched his hand out to take hold of the next stone before the sweat from his palms caused his hand to slip and miss his footing. Eske felt his heart drop as he tumbled towards the ground before he crashed into the ground as he rolled down the mountain. (9)
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With cuts and bruises around his face and hand and legs alike Eske twitched as he placed a hand on his heart, it was beating rather fast. This, this would have been hard, his hands started to drain as of now. He would need to endure and proceed with his rough enterprise. The enterprise, which was nowhere close to the end, was going to help him over the long haul. As Eske attempted to stand he felt the sweat around his legs soak into the weights causing them to weigh down him down more intensely. (10)
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Eske clenched teeth and grunts Eske would start the errand with an eager demeanor. With sweat flowing down his brow and back, the warrior continued to ascend the mountain. Knowing full well he had a little to no experience, however having a grin through everything would help him at last. He would begin climbing the stone. (11)
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The stone arrangement was vast for sure. As Eske stretched his hand out to take hold of the next stone before the sweat from his palms caused his hand to slip and miss his footing. With a curse, he found himself starting to tumble before managing to catch himself briefly on a loose piece of stone before it cracked sending him down.(12)
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Eske felt his heart drop as he tumbled towards the ground before he crashed into the ground as he rolled down the mountain. With cuts and bruises around his face and hand and legs alike Eske twitched as he placed a hand on his heart, it was beating rather fast. This, this would have been hard, his hands started to drain as of now. He would need to endure and proceed with his rough enterprise. (13)
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The enterprise, which was nowhere close to the end, was going to help him over the long haul. As Eske attempted to stand he felt the sweat around his legs soak into the weights causing them to weigh down him down more intensely. He sighed to himself as his mind ran through all the different faucets on the situation he was in, it was mostly his own fault for not being happy with where he was in terms of power. Something clearly was lacking in him, he wasn't okay with his insecurities, his inferiority. He knew of one way to cleanse was gaining enough power to satisfy himself. "That's the only way, right?" (14)
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Eske cursed to himself as he stared up at the mountain he just fell from momentarily. With closed eyes, the hunter allowed himself some rest as he attempted to regain stamina. He would have hit by the rocks, being ceased and dropping for a little purpose of time before proceeding. His body shook with indignation either that or he was just cold, he went with the latter since parts of his body were still dripping wet after the sweat started to settle and warm his body. (15)
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Truly irate. Still, he couldn't have cared less, he knew he had to overcome this mountain with the hindrance around him and without some form of essense padding to help scale this beast, it was annoying, and he knew this, but Eske still attempted to do it, either way, he had no choice after all. (16)
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Eske took a breath as he started to scale the mountain once again. His hands weren't as worn as before ever since he healed them they also began to feel less taxing as he continued. Naturally, Eske deducted that his body was just starting to slowly adjust to physical anxiety he was currently putting himself through. Still . . it wasn't sufficient at least, not yet. Feeling like he needed to push himself further, Eske started to dash up needing to frantically turn out to be better. (17)
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Eske would turn upward. The Quraishi knew he was nowhere close to the top, at least not yet. Upon seeing how far he needed to go, the Warrior started to start to grin, he loved the heartfelt challenge pushing him to climb and climb higher to his eventual goals. He would keep on gruel through the difficult mountains, scaling and up and up, trusting that the end was close. As he ascended he could feel his breath getting more horse as he continued to scale the mountain attempting little speech as possible. (18)
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Honestly, despite his inner turmoil with the climb he continued, he was slowly starting to lose his mind as he found new vigor to continue to scale as the blisters on his fingers burst open. "Hah!?" He exclaimed looking over this fingers as he continued to scale the wall, however, due to the wound that was inflicted upon him, this made this task a bit . (19)
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Initially, Eske started to feel tired, his movements were getting sluggish and his breath was getting horse after he had passed a certain threshold. He continued moving with a solitary hand, utilizing the other to drink water with supplements. The flavor wasn't really satisfying, but he still took it in to hydrate himself. Cursing to himself, he continued to hike his way up the mountain while continuously feeling the strain from the weights. (20)
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Being the learned person he thought he was, Eske held onto the remaining water as he continued to scale the mountain while gradually he began to be colder as he went up. Whenever some sharp shake would penetrate his hands, he couldn't reach the gloves he packed, so he braved the cold as he allowed essence to coat his hands before continuing. (21)
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Despite everything, he continued to climb higher. The Quraishi didn't know where this resolve came from, he just knew he had to continue and press forward, maybe it was for his Chieftain or the others? Maybe it was clearly for himself. (22)
Eske still couldn't fully dodge the incoming attack, he simply started to tighten his guard a bit, he didn't think he'd be able to fully absorb all the damage as he attempted to leap himself back a bit to make the claws graze his body several times. (23)
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The Quraishi cursed under his breath a bit as he remembered not wearing his silver hauberk for this spar, he possibly didn't want to damage the armor further than he kneed to as he continued to take damage from the Lycan's sharp claws. (24)
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He sighed a bit as he lowered his arms a bit as he morphed one of them to a piston-like appenged on his forearm as he geared himself for a powerful hit. He centered on Leidolf once again as he shifted his stance back briefly since he was still diverting power from his legs to his upper body. He exhaled a bit as he narrowed his gaze at the Lycan. (25)
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With his legs acting as a trigger he launched himself towards the Lycan, he sorta figured they'd dodge this again, but he'd at least give them a taste of what would be coming to them if they didn't dodge fully as they did. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised if your sharp claws." (26)
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Eske felt like his attack was able to connect, but he didn't feel most of it pushing though as he watched the attack being glanced off, he perched a brow a bit as he drew his hand back. He couldn't exactly figure out how to really combat this female given most of his blows were being dodged like they were. (27)

He shifted himself back a bit as he started to attempt to have the blows graze his body once again, he was still holding strong even as his skin started to darken around as he attempted to gain some distance from Leidolf. He inhaled a bit as he skidded his boots through the snow before he whipped his hand forward in an attempt to attack the Lycan at their flank. (28)
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Eske snapped his arm back as quickly as Leidolf leaped towards him. He still kept the darkened pigmentation around his arms as he used the natural energy to shield himself as the claws came down to slash at this body once again. (29)
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He hissed a bit as a small smirk appeared, he was going to go down he knew this, but he couldn't last this long even with all the defenses hindering him. He inhaled a bit as he launched himself back a bit to graze the attack even with the pigment aiding him a bit. (30)

He sighed a bit, he wishes he had learned some form of submission to stop them from leaping around a bit, although someone would think he'd had some ulterior motive when doing such feet? He didn't know. He still attempted to whip his arm forward to stop their assault. (31)
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Eske would possibly have more of a chance to really get them in a proper hold, sadly he had far too much damage dealt on him to really capitalize on the situation at hand. He bit down on his lip briefly as he soon released his hold on the Lycan. While initially it wasn't by his own choice since he was soon feeling the increase of blood lost from all the claws slashing into his body. "I'll yield." (32)
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He stated after releasing Leidolf before the Quraishi returned his hand back, it seemed like the night fall wasn't going to let up either leading more to his disadvantage during this whole sparring session, still, it wasn't like he wasn't pleased with the results. (33)
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Eske contracts his eyebrows, wrinkling them in such a design, to the point that was difficult to decode regardless of whether he was threatening or not. The punching sack before him was to confront the rage of his joined fisticuffs. With a quick swing of his right clench hand, Eske hammers directly into the base of the punching sack and results with a progression of consolidated blows that gives it a remarkable bashing and whipping. (34)
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Undulating the substance of the punching pack with each continuous strike, Eske sharpens his quality, exactness, and precision against the body of the blue punching sack, which results in a sweat dribbling down his apparel, that white-T-shirt getting to be splashed in an inauspicious dark from the way that his sweat was being ingested like a wipe. (35)
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Arrangement of blows successively strikes the punching pack. In culmination of his punching sack regiment, Eske hops into the air. Curving his hips and his hip bone socket subsequently, he fires his right leg directly into the base of the punching pack with a staggering roundhouse kick. (36)
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The punching pack swings and dangles from its maritime position, thumped out of this world into the air from the sheer drive of Eske's last definitive strike. Eske then straightens out his stance and position, conveying his elbows nearer to his mid-section and his other elbow to his armpit. "Okay. I'll proceed simply like this." He fixes the belt around his midriff. (37)
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Eske then indulgences himself directly into the air. Wandering aimlessly his body forward and backward, he makes awesome utilization of his hip and midsection. Juno plants the innards of his knees upon a bar post, raised high noticeable all around. As he lays there, topsy turvy, he executes chivalrous crunches and sit-ups, with his elbows pushing his knee with each time he did one. (38)
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It was an endless succession of twisting the stomach districts, using his abdominal muscle muscles to their most extreme potential. Eske's persistent demeanor when it came to preparing would have been useful, particularly when it came to pull-ups and sit-ups. ( 39)
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Eske adjusted his stance and jumps off of the shaft that he lay on. Presently, his hands hold onto it, gripping it with his phalanges firmly wrapping around the round outline of the shaft's tube-shaped surface. Presently, he holds his clench hands and yanks himself up utilizing his triceps brachii longus and his biceps brachii muscles. (40)
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A rehash of this preparation was done over and over. He was resolved to become more grounded; whether it implied he needed to hazard his body or not, didn't make a difference. He'd keep on growing more grounded, by doing insane activities. Pull-ups? He'd do two-hundred and turn in until tomorrow. (41)
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In the wake of finishing his push-ups and his sit-ups against the gravitational strengths that weighed downward on him so intensely, our underdog, Eske inhaled as he took a short break. Yes, he'd go for a swim. He jumps into the closest pool of water, complete with a punching sack submerged. Presently, he holds his breath profoundly, peeling off his white T-Shirt and additionally his dark shorts. (42)
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He continues to pummel and push the surface of the punching sack with his clench hands and his kicks. He was confronting water weight, the contact of the water particles against his members, and in addition the cardiovascular necessities of relaxing. He didn't have to breathe, at any rate, that is the thing that he thought. That was the point at which he summoned his quality and crushed the punching sack straight out of the water, directly into the air. (43)
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Content with that, he bashes his feet against the base of the swimming pool and develops like a dolphin. As he ascends into the air alongside the punching sack, his swings take after, enormously compelling as far as the simply sheer drive. There were repercussions to pay for the second punching sack that he was to battle. (44)
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Eske hammers directly into its inside and sends it down into the ground, splitting and emulsifying the sand that was contained in its substance. It truly dissolves away, as the punching pack lays there, just a shell of its previous dim carapace staying, as if it had shed its skin, and additionally the greater part of its organs. (45)
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There are a larger number of things to concentrate on than essentially bashing punching packs. Presently, he hurries through a field of logs inside the same exercise room. Every log was spun around by a mechanical gadget, helpfully implicit by past antecedents who critically encouraged themselves to prepare for the endlessly battles he'd subject himself. His swings are exact, capable, and reasonable. He hits every log and courses them, evading any chips or branches that challenge come to his direction. (46)
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A touch lines his right cheek when one of the branches, with a cutout fragment, cuts over his skin. Blood dribbles from him, plentifully alongside the sweat that had accumulated on his individual. In any case, he balances himself and dashes through it once more, with his swathed hands up to his face to shield him from any assaults, utilizing his fluffy eyebrows to be the line for where his knuckles ought to lay. His brow defender was much more sufficiently adept to secure his sanctuary all things considered. (47)
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Presently does he break. He gauzes up his injuries and completions up the day by hunching down redundantly. His squats are tedious and dull, yet they are deserving of being called incredible preparing regiments, for they prepared his lower body, his center, and the velocity at which he could move. (48)
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Sweat continued to run down his bare body as he continued to push himself through his physical limitations. He knew that he still had to continue to work himself, push himself to his zenith after all. He felt his muscles starting to burst as he continued his rather extreme work out regiment. If he wanted to surpass someone he'd have to continue pushing himself like this. (49)
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The strain in his thighs was being polished and was being sharpened for the day he'd need to utilize it in real bonafide genuine battle. He sighed a bit as he moved the cloth to wrap around his neck as he started to walk off. (50)