Aug 24, 2023 23:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Gemikai on Aug 24, 2023 23:00:18 GMT -5
Today was designated training day for Gemikai. USD had a somewhat strict scheduling with the new recruits. Our hero was already up and doing yoga at 2PM. The camera moves to the condition of the room Gemi was staying. Yoga mat in the middle of a small almost dorm like "studio apartment". The wall color was white and an impressive brown stripe pattern along the pathways of the cubical. The bed located near the only window in the room Gemi has. Magic books were scattered on the floor around the green yoga mat. The position he was in was actually aligning his energies, and Gemikai had been training for hours. All night training at this point of the story started to become natural. The biggest reason Gemikai was even apart of the USD was to develop resources that would make him stronger. Although the strict rules really do bum the demon type out, Gemikai was adaptable to get what he truly needed. As his body remained in position, the demon could feel his energy strengthening and expanding as he breathed the pain of the strain of his muscles. USD didn't provide any real friends. Gemikai noticed he was more alone than he's ever been. No parties, orgies, or altered consciousness fun in the USD bases. Gemikai didn't like being around so much fear, so instead of hanging in a lounge he stays in his small room and train.
The agent released his pose momentarily to give his body time to breathe as he took a drink out of his water bottle. The water hit the agent's mouth, throat, and solar plexus like heaven on earth to a dying man. The option of a towel was always there; however, Gemikai was already standing in front of a fan so he was actually feeling pretty good. A few more minutes went by as his muscles rejoice, the agent could hear his alarm go off on his phone. The phone's alarm was connected to his USD work app, letting the new agent know that his designated training time would been arriving soon. The message was read fast and dismissed it didn't look addressed, but it was. Gemikai had an almost boring look on his face as it became apparent it was time for a different round of training. The mind went to cleaning the room, and the body would soon follow. The room is always clean but when he's in a training manic mode he loses his tidy flavor momentarily. Once the room was manageable to the agent, he took off to the designated training area after locking his door. The mind of Gemikai was a tornado but his instincts kept his body in a forward motion towards his goals. It didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination - an inside projectile training room. The room was in a different building than the living quarters of the new recruit but getting there wasn't hard.
Once the agent got through the entrance they could hear all kinds of sounds going off in the training spaces. Guns, explosions, sirens, and much more. The building was big but fortunately Gemi would be training on the first floor so no big deal. Ki sensory and his eyes gave him the message that he fighters in the shooting range were still ranging on average human power level friendly. Gemikai did want to meet a sayian but for now he only found scared or overly ambitious humans with little capability. As Gemi began his slow walk to the designated training area he noticed most of the so-called fighters were using so called state of the art beam blasters. Gemikai couldn't feel any power surge and changes as the new recruits blasted their targets. The entire first floor was almost like a batting area but instead for combat practice. Gemikai payed a little bit more attention to those who could shoot a proper ki blast - but he could tell they still weren't as proficient enough to keep ki properly regulated. It's an 'after two ki blast I'm beat' vibes to Gemikai. Not to say he's so much better than the other fighters in the room - just to say that respectfully he's on a different level.
The steps finally stopped when the agent arrived at the training area with his name on it. In front of him was a deck to prepare, and beyond the deck a low fence preventing anyone from stepping further. Beyond the fence at least fifteen meters were a row of targets. The inside training at the living quarters he dared not call home, prepared him for the rigorous training he was about to put himself through. "Alright. Quick preparation and it's time to get started." The sentence was spoken in a self-talk volume but it had nothing but enthusiasm. It's time for target practice.
WC: 810 (Part One)
The agent released his pose momentarily to give his body time to breathe as he took a drink out of his water bottle. The water hit the agent's mouth, throat, and solar plexus like heaven on earth to a dying man. The option of a towel was always there; however, Gemikai was already standing in front of a fan so he was actually feeling pretty good. A few more minutes went by as his muscles rejoice, the agent could hear his alarm go off on his phone. The phone's alarm was connected to his USD work app, letting the new agent know that his designated training time would been arriving soon. The message was read fast and dismissed it didn't look addressed, but it was. Gemikai had an almost boring look on his face as it became apparent it was time for a different round of training. The mind went to cleaning the room, and the body would soon follow. The room is always clean but when he's in a training manic mode he loses his tidy flavor momentarily. Once the room was manageable to the agent, he took off to the designated training area after locking his door. The mind of Gemikai was a tornado but his instincts kept his body in a forward motion towards his goals. It didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination - an inside projectile training room. The room was in a different building than the living quarters of the new recruit but getting there wasn't hard.
Once the agent got through the entrance they could hear all kinds of sounds going off in the training spaces. Guns, explosions, sirens, and much more. The building was big but fortunately Gemi would be training on the first floor so no big deal. Ki sensory and his eyes gave him the message that he fighters in the shooting range were still ranging on average human power level friendly. Gemikai did want to meet a sayian but for now he only found scared or overly ambitious humans with little capability. As Gemi began his slow walk to the designated training area he noticed most of the so-called fighters were using so called state of the art beam blasters. Gemikai couldn't feel any power surge and changes as the new recruits blasted their targets. The entire first floor was almost like a batting area but instead for combat practice. Gemikai payed a little bit more attention to those who could shoot a proper ki blast - but he could tell they still weren't as proficient enough to keep ki properly regulated. It's an 'after two ki blast I'm beat' vibes to Gemikai. Not to say he's so much better than the other fighters in the room - just to say that respectfully he's on a different level.
The steps finally stopped when the agent arrived at the training area with his name on it. In front of him was a deck to prepare, and beyond the deck a low fence preventing anyone from stepping further. Beyond the fence at least fifteen meters were a row of targets. The inside training at the living quarters he dared not call home, prepared him for the rigorous training he was about to put himself through. "Alright. Quick preparation and it's time to get started." The sentence was spoken in a self-talk volume but it had nothing but enthusiasm. It's time for target practice.
WC: 810 (Part One)