Maxwell's Training RP's with Amo (10/17/22)

Pride, Maxwell rolled his shoulders and took off his heavy black cloak and hood. There was little reason for it at the moment. Things were about to get sweaty. The male folds and places the cloak away into his bag before assuming his position on the ground. He was used to the labor expected of him from Amo, and so offered no complaint or hesitation. (1)

He would begin to push himself up from the grass he'd found himself face down upon. The smell of the green plant caused him some small measure of joy. He loved the scent of nature, even if he was a city boy deep at heart. He paused for a moment and looked over at Nouka. The girl was new and wondered how she might handle things. He didn't look overlong, focusing on his training. (2)


Pride, Maxwell "Four"

The blonde called out as he matched his teachers' movements. The male looked down at the grass and put the thought of everyone else in the area out of his mind. He didn't let how well or how bad others was doing distract him from his training. However, as he did his push-ups, moving to the count of one, two, thee. He would also count out the amount of push-ups he was doing. He kept the normal pace up to the first fifty mark. (4)

"Four"

The male let his sensory abilities flare out, taking in everyone there. There were new and old energies among them today. He made a point of committing them to his memory. His body shifting through the motions. He followed the count as he was expected. His arms were already starting to burn and complain. He wasn't the most physically fit man on the planet, but he's never skipped out on lessons from Amo. He was dedicated in that regard. (5)

"Four"

Pride, Maxwell was on board to continue working out, he hadn't been ready to give up. His body might not like the training he was doing, but it was crucial that he continue to train. He had to be ready to fight the fight that was ahead of him. That didn't make the literal weight of pressure that came down upon him any less hard to manage. The air in his lungs suddenly caught and his pupils dilated. He could barely even call out the number as the fear grabbed his heart. He continued to push himself up and down, though now it took even greater effort, his body quaked. (6)

"F..Four"

There wasn't anything he could do to diminish the feeling of this pressure upon his body. He was here to train, and simply being better at the more practical applications of life didn't make him more able to handle such fear exuded from Amo. The man towered over the blonde, both literally and figuratively. There was a sudden and intense desire to call upon his powers, one that he repressed as his body continued to press up from the ground on a rhythm. Sweat fall off his face in obvious waves, he was not doing well and collapsed to the ground once he'd finished his reps. (7)

"D. . .Done. . "

Pride, Maxwell ran as fast as his worthless caster legs would carry him. His body shivering and held down under the pressure that Amo still gave off in waves. The male focused only on the path ahead. his legs and his body fighting with every step against the weight of the reality of being wimpy. (8)

He didn't make it very far in his initial push, such was the fate of a caster who'd spent almost no time at all on leg day. His late Aniki would be sick with shame over his inability to run at a proper level or speed. He would huff and puff as he pushed himself further along. (9)

Pride, Maxwell rushed forward, his body continuing to quiver and fight against his intentions. However, the thought of the late Kazuma had pushed some pep into his step. The thought of making the man who had been his teacher upset with his lack of gain was enough to make him run even harder and faster. (10)

his chest rose and fell in a constant effort almost as rhythmic as the pumping of his legs at this point. He wasn't having a great day, but he finally managed to make it to the wall of the dorm, slapping it with a sense of accomplishment. (11)

Pride, Maxwell rushed back, collapsing to the ground before Amo, his body an artwork of sweat and effort. His muscles visibly spasming for the capo to view. The male could hardly move at this point already. He had pushed himself to the edge for this training and needed a moment's respite. The rest was likely not going to come, but it was clear he was putting in real effort. (12)

Pride, Maxwell fell to the ground and struggled to the the proper postion. His body felt like lead, his body glistened with sweat and his muscles shivered under his skin. He would begin to press himself up and down from the grass once more, calling out the number 4 every time he hit the apex of his push. Once the next series of fifty was completed, he would return to a standing postion. (13)

Pride, Maxwell Rushed forward, pauseing slightly and offering Honoka a hand as he ran by. There was concern written upon his face but he had to do what he had to do to help others. His chest riseing and falling with the effort he was putting forward to keep in motion under the pressure with all the other excercise he's already committed too. (14)

Pride, Maxwell Continued to run, regardless of whether or not Honoka took the offered help. The pain he felt was nothing compared to when he'd found out Kazuma had died during the last raid. There was nothing short of anger in his movements and his intentions. However, he didn't really feel as though he was going to manage this last leg. There just wasn't enough left in him. (15)

Pride, Maxwell could feel the world shifting under his feet as he continued to run forward and press against the pressure that Amo pressed down upon him. He stumbled again, this was it, this was where he failed everyone. This was the moment he. . got help from one of the strange new females!? It was Honoka, who might as well have had a halo and wings to him at this point. Her hand used to carry the male the last few steps. (16)

He fell down to his knees before Amo, breathing harder then before, his chest quaking and shivering and his body covered in a healthy sheen of sweat. There was not much left in his personal tank, the male's vison fading in and out at the effort he'd put forward. He both hated and loved training with Amo sensei. The man always made sure he gave his all, no matter how painful the outcome might be. (17)

"Made it again.. . Aniki. . this time an angle saved me"

He laughed at his own joke and gave Honoka a thumbs up!

"I owe you dinner, name the place, I'll buy you whatever you want miss."