Post by Kingmana on Feb 3, 2014 1:30:00 GMT -3
Reyko walks towards the Skill Halls and enters without any shame. As soon as he steps on the Hall, he throws a small back with bits towards BanchoLeomon and the lion catches it on the air expertly. ''I guess it will be enough. I am here to learn a new move and I am not going away till I learn it. Once I am done you will tell me how much it costs, take the bits from the bag and handle it back, okay?'', he tells the lion with a deep serious tone, his eyes shining fiercely. Bancho nods and makes a polite gesture to tell the dragon that he is welcomed. Reyko blows a small cloud of smoke and walks in.
Reyko finds an spacious room back in the hall and steps in. He looks around, the room is spacious enough and there are no object that can get burn during the training, yes, perfect, this will do. He joins his palms together and breathes. He suddenly lifts a hand with a whip of flames flowing from his finger, he swings the whip in the air trying to make it take form but it ends vanishing in the air. He growls and tries again, this time the whip wraps around in a closed circle, but as soon as the ends touch each other it blows on the dragon's face and pushes him back in the air. He lands with his hind legs leaving a huge mark on the floor and he growls. ''Try again!'', his instincts yell, his veins filling with frustration. Why? Serin managed to dominate his sword technique a long time ago, why can't he dominate his?
Slow but steadily, Reyko continues practicing with his energy, trying to form different figures in the air in order to gain full control of his power. Fire a huge beam of energy is easy, you just have to charge, focus on your target and let it all go at once, but this, this requires a bunch more of control. Even the slightest distraction can get it blow in your face and that's not going to happen in battle, not to Reyko at least. He will make sure of that, no matter how much it takes.
Hours pass by and Reyko finally manages to learn the self-control he requires, his latent powers slowly coming out. He breathes deeply and joins his palms again. His fingers shine with energy while he tries to focus. He blows a bunch of smoke just before slicing the air with his arm. The quick movement guides the energy towards his arm, quickly forming a perfect line from his arm, almost like an extension of his arm; yes, an extension of his arm! That's what swords are after all, just an extension of your body. He wills the energy to take form and the energy slowly but steadily obeys. Reyko opens his eyes and takes the condensed Mana on his hands. Seconds after, a huge explosion occurs.
BanchoLeomon stands in his desk looking at nothing in particular and looking quite bored. He had jumped a few times when he heard explosions but he knew better than peeking his nose in when a dragon is training. Even if the dragon was hurt, he knew it wouldn't accept his help anyway so why should he bother? Reyko suddenly appears on Bancho's field of vision and he nearly jumps from the sight. The dragon's armor is still shining deeply, apparently indestructible and unscratchable but the rest of the dragon is a whole mess. He has scratches all over his body, his muscles look tense and tired, there is an open injury on his right arm and there are a few bleeding veins here there, shoot, even a portion of his horn is missing. He turns around to look at Bancho and the lion this time jumps for real. Reyko just looks at him and asks politely: ''How much?''. Bancho looks at him with a puzzled expression as he can't figure what is he talking about. Reyko rolls his eyes. ''How much for the training?'', he asks again, this time a little more harshly. Bancho ohs and quickly takes the bag of bits to handle it back to the dragon, taking what he needs. ''Due to the time you spend and since you were training a Champion move it will be 600 bits, Sir'', he says and Reyko nods in approval, taking the rest of the bag with him. Reyko begins to walk away but Bancho steps in to ask: ''Did the training went good, Sir?''. Reyko lifts his thumb up and smiles widely. Bancho smiles back and sighs as the dragon retires from the hall, leaving a burned steps marks.
Reyko takes his time to walk back to the farm, savoring each and every single one of his injuries. For a warrior like him an injury is the sign that it was worth of it. It's a bit surprising that he got himself so utterly injured with how strong he is, but then again it was his own power against himself so that should explain it. He briefly looks at his hand, the dim handle of a fire sword forming. He grins, yes, this move will prove to be useful in battles, that's for sure.
Move Learned: Flame Saber
Attempts: Two (2)
Reyko finds an spacious room back in the hall and steps in. He looks around, the room is spacious enough and there are no object that can get burn during the training, yes, perfect, this will do. He joins his palms together and breathes. He suddenly lifts a hand with a whip of flames flowing from his finger, he swings the whip in the air trying to make it take form but it ends vanishing in the air. He growls and tries again, this time the whip wraps around in a closed circle, but as soon as the ends touch each other it blows on the dragon's face and pushes him back in the air. He lands with his hind legs leaving a huge mark on the floor and he growls. ''Try again!'', his instincts yell, his veins filling with frustration. Why? Serin managed to dominate his sword technique a long time ago, why can't he dominate his?
Slow but steadily, Reyko continues practicing with his energy, trying to form different figures in the air in order to gain full control of his power. Fire a huge beam of energy is easy, you just have to charge, focus on your target and let it all go at once, but this, this requires a bunch more of control. Even the slightest distraction can get it blow in your face and that's not going to happen in battle, not to Reyko at least. He will make sure of that, no matter how much it takes.
Hours pass by and Reyko finally manages to learn the self-control he requires, his latent powers slowly coming out. He breathes deeply and joins his palms again. His fingers shine with energy while he tries to focus. He blows a bunch of smoke just before slicing the air with his arm. The quick movement guides the energy towards his arm, quickly forming a perfect line from his arm, almost like an extension of his arm; yes, an extension of his arm! That's what swords are after all, just an extension of your body. He wills the energy to take form and the energy slowly but steadily obeys. Reyko opens his eyes and takes the condensed Mana on his hands. Seconds after, a huge explosion occurs.
BanchoLeomon stands in his desk looking at nothing in particular and looking quite bored. He had jumped a few times when he heard explosions but he knew better than peeking his nose in when a dragon is training. Even if the dragon was hurt, he knew it wouldn't accept his help anyway so why should he bother? Reyko suddenly appears on Bancho's field of vision and he nearly jumps from the sight. The dragon's armor is still shining deeply, apparently indestructible and unscratchable but the rest of the dragon is a whole mess. He has scratches all over his body, his muscles look tense and tired, there is an open injury on his right arm and there are a few bleeding veins here there, shoot, even a portion of his horn is missing. He turns around to look at Bancho and the lion this time jumps for real. Reyko just looks at him and asks politely: ''How much?''. Bancho looks at him with a puzzled expression as he can't figure what is he talking about. Reyko rolls his eyes. ''How much for the training?'', he asks again, this time a little more harshly. Bancho ohs and quickly takes the bag of bits to handle it back to the dragon, taking what he needs. ''Due to the time you spend and since you were training a Champion move it will be 600 bits, Sir'', he says and Reyko nods in approval, taking the rest of the bag with him. Reyko begins to walk away but Bancho steps in to ask: ''Did the training went good, Sir?''. Reyko lifts his thumb up and smiles widely. Bancho smiles back and sighs as the dragon retires from the hall, leaving a burned steps marks.
Reyko takes his time to walk back to the farm, savoring each and every single one of his injuries. For a warrior like him an injury is the sign that it was worth of it. It's a bit surprising that he got himself so utterly injured with how strong he is, but then again it was his own power against himself so that should explain it. He briefly looks at his hand, the dim handle of a fire sword forming. He grins, yes, this move will prove to be useful in battles, that's for sure.
Move Learned: Flame Saber
Attempts: Two (2)