Weight training

Kaine remained on his own as snow cascades from above, standing out in the open field of snow. An accumulation of heavy-set objects were typically laid about, but in this case, he had opted to adorn the likeness of weighs upon his person. They were not cheap items to acquire, and admittedly, it took plenty of his resources. He'd fasten them to his wrists and ankles, in preparation for his training to begin. (1)

 Rather than merely idling out here on his own, he had taken the opportunity to dedicate himself to training. It'd require immense amounts of focus and effort, but he was confident in his ability to accomplish that. To further improve his body, he was prepared to go through any required lengths, his fists audibly tightening as his eyes drift across the expanse of snow. (2)

 As he braces himself appropriately, he would delve into a crouched positioning. A moment of time spans outward, before making the preparations to begin darting across the field with his burdensome weight impeding his movements. He grunts as his legs felt as heavy as lead, but would not shy away from the challenge. Mufasa and the others had died, and he couldn't afford to be weak at this point of time. (3)

Kaine would go through the effort of delving into a hand-stand, the additional weights to his arms and legs provoking a grunt from him. This training was surprisingly difficult, but he wouldn't shy away from the aspect of seeing it through. His muscles tense considerably as he does so, only to briefly delve into a sluggish flip. His movements felt akin to molasses, under the new addition of these weights. (4)

 Despite this, his attention drifts as he takes note of crackling flames. The weights would prove a means of him plummeting downward, once he dismounted from a branch. He impacts the snow with a faimliar sound, snow spraying about as he exhales lowly. He slowly strides toward Suzaku, only to eventually stand beside them as he eyes both them and the flames. (5)