xd

Taiga unsheathes his blade, taking a deep breath. He holds it, his breathing halted entirely as he begins his exercise. This would become a daily ritual, seeing how long he could continue shadow-boxing while holding his breath. The first day commences. Wind and time, altering his strikes to blow apart warriors leaping out at him from his mind.

He leaps and dodges, barely evading attacks time and time again as he feels his chest grow tighter. He has to fold eventually - and he does. Landing while clutching his chest, letting out a strained gasp before he begins panting for breath, obviously having pushed himself for his first time.

He sheathes his blade. At the very least, he could try to do better tomorrow.