Lesser Pain Tolerance

Roran massaged his leg and foot before allowing his mana to flow through his injuries and slowly heal them. The initial drain struck him hard like always as he allowed the mana to flow through his muscles. "Geez, if I knew this would be this taxing then I would've increased the weights when I had ordered them initially." he scratched behind his ear as he coursed his hand around his wounds before he moved on to another leg then his he wished he was an immortal sometimes and feeling the initial drain to the point where he almost over exerting himself. [1]

Roran picked himself up he used one of the rocks as leverage due to the mental fatigue and physical fatigue over and over again, cursing to himself Roran 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 Roran, he had no climbing equipment, nor a way to stick to surfaces like a ninja, and he was fairly certain nothing like that existed in the system. This would have been an exceptionally tiring assignment for the young adult, as he typically engaged just on his tankiness, yet needed to better himself. He put on his weights, and start to climb. [2]

Roran Though clenched teeth and grunts Roran would start the errand with an eager demeanor. With sweat flowing down his brow and back, the metahuman 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. [3]

Roran was toward the starting part of the stone. The stone arrangement was vast for sure. This assignment would have been a standout among the most brave physical challenges he needed to do. He proceeded with his continuance of the climbing. As Roran 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. Roran 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 Roran 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 no where close to the end, was going to help him over the long haul. As Roran attempted to stand he felt the sweat around his legs soak into the weights causing them to weigh down him down more intensely [4]

Roran cursed to himself as he stared up at the mountain he just fell from momentarily. With closed eyes the medic 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 proceed. His body shook with indignation either that or he was just cold, he went with the latter since parts of his body was still dripping wet after learning how to stick to walls. Truly irate. Still, he couldn't have cared less, he knew he had to overcome this mountain with the hindrance around him and without proper equipment. It was annoying, and he knew this, but Roran still attempted to do it either way, he had no choice after all.

Roran 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 Roran 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, Juno started to dash up needing to frantically turn out to be better. [5]