11/4/2022 Maxwell Training logs

Pride, Maxwell would begin to move at the sound of the whistle. The male would take off his jacket and rush off to change, coming back in his workout clothing. He would begin the usual method of self improvement as was expected of himself. He would look to Amo with a soft smile. He had a lot of respect for the man, even if he had opted to be more involved with the Xcution than the familia in the grander scheme of things. (1)

The male would reach high into the air, allowing his body to stretch, shifting his body to the left and to the right following this iniatal movement. This process was to limber up his body, which was not, in any way shape or form, suited for physical combat. This was the sacrifice he had made for being focused on spiritual attunement. (2)

His body would shift once more and he would bend forward, aiming to keep his legs straight but his back bent. This would facilitate the reaching for his toes. This position was held as the male began to count within his head. The pain blossomed up almost the moment he did so. He was a naturally reactive man, but in no way did that make him overly flexible. (3)

Once the thirty count was finished within his head the male would allow his body to right itself. There is an audible pop and a shift of his posture that followed. The look upon his face told the story of how his body was feeling. He knew coming to these training sessions with Amo would hurt, they always did, but he did so anyway, to ensure he continued to grow. There was growth or death in their line of life. (4)

His last step was to extend his left and right arm outwards, allowing them to hang in the air, hovering like planks for a moment. Then he would slowly begin to twirl them in tight, concentric, circle-like patterns. The male would once more begin counting out the seconds as he performed this motion. This was slightly easier on him, due to often needing to gesture to make use of an ability while in combat or training.  (5)

Pride, Maxwell continued to work at the pace that Amo normally set. There is only a brief moment of rest, but one that he forces upon himself. A bottle of water is produced and drank from. The male had long since learned the of the need for pacing and hydration. His body was an abnormal machine, needed far more upkeep then your regular human, but being able to output far greater as a result. (6)

He would begin with the knee raisers, which he held himself to the same time allotment from the previous session. A single knee is raised, and then held for five seconds, Then the knee is allowed to fall. Then the opposite leg would be raised and the knee held in the air for five seconds. This would be repeated time and time again until thirty seconds had passed for both legs. (7)

Once the knee raises are completed the male would take a single minute to breath and stretch once more. Sure, it might mean the others are slowed or Amo might get upset, but pacing and stretching was important to keep the body limber and ready to withstand the more intensive training that would be coming soon.(8)

Maxwell would move onto the squats, this process is easy considering the way the training was handled. He would shift his body to be lower to the ground. There he would hold the position, and count to five, before rising once more. This would be repeated, like with the knee raises. He was working out his body in each way he could think of. (9)

Once he was finished, he would raise and stand, taking another long drink form his bottle of water, continuing to stretch and bend his body to keep himself limber and ready. He was taking any and all opportunities to grow as serious as one could. He couldn't afford to stay behind his friends and allies when it came to the threats they all faced. (10)

Pride, Maxwell pulls out his Ak-47, and then aims down the range with trained sensory skill, but nothing else passed that. The male would nod to his teacher and then take aim. . .(11)

Pride, Maxwell the bullet goes wide, missing the target, and slamming into a wall, missing the setup dummy with a clear, and wide, margin of error.  The male would turn to look back at his teacher, and though there is defeat upon his face, he still manages to smile at Amo. (12)

"We suck at this, Amo Sensei. . "

There is a small look of humor upon his face after he spoke, which replaced the defeat, he lines up another shot. He would take a steadying breath and point his gun down-range, aiming to pull the trigger once more. (13)


Pride, Maxwell watched as Amo moved the dummy from super down range to about mid range. This would be a much easier method of training marksmenship, with the dummys being closer. A look of understanding crosses Maxwells face. (14)

"Hai Amo Sensei"

The male would once more look down his sight, getting ready to take a shot at the dummy down range. He still hadn't devloped any keen supernatural ability to aim, but he was going to give it his all. (15)

Pride, Maxwell didn't make his shot, but that was alright. Part of Training was being bad at something untill you weren't. The male didn't get disheartened. He would simply adsjust his aim and smile over at Amo! (16)

"Your in the lead. One head shot to my no hits."

He would line up his next shot, waiting for Amo to take his to continue their training session. He was, surpriseingly, greatly ejoying learning to better aim and target his shots. (17)

Pride, Maxwell finally managed to land a shot! There is a look of pure joy that runs through his body as a single bullet slams into the head of his current target! A rush he couldn't quite comprehend or explain that led to his taking aim again almost in the same moment that he registered the hit.(18)

The next shot went wide, proof that excitement doesn't always prove to be a welcomed emotion or reaction to sucess while training with something that contained variables outside of one's controll. There is a calming breath taken and a new shot lined up. (19)

The following shot slammed into the chest of the dummy, it wasn't a kill shot, but it was a solid hit none the less. This hit was met with joy, but tempred back with the understanding that hard work was going to be needed to ensure consistent sucsess. (20)

The last shot rang out and, though it was another none lethal placeing, the bullet did in fact hit the target. The dummy's left leg is impacted, sending the dummy tumbleing to the ground. The male would turn to Amo, a small smile upon his face. There seemd to be a small amount of pride in his actions. (21)

"three shots outa of five this time!"