A number of marines had gather around the courtyard in the center of the navel base in the Briss Kingdom. After all, it wasn't really every day you get to see a sight like this. Their eyes went up, then down, watching the green grasshopper man bouncing up and down on the spot. Not really doing anything else. Just jumping up, and down.
There was of course a very good reason behind this. After his little failed mission on Karate Island (and encounters with two rather attractive women), Anton La'croix had decided to start putting his all into his work as a marine. After all, both women had shown faith in him, and he wouldn't really call himself a man if he let them down. Even if he didn't really like being a marine, somebody had to protect the weak. And with his abilities, he may as well put them to good use.
And so, Anton had decided to so some self training, to get himself into better shape. And he was going to do that by, well, jumping. Jumping up and down as high as he could, for as long as he could. Currently in his hybrid form, Anton had been going for some time now, but he didn't seem to be really making any progress. Landing cleanly on the ground, he stopped and pondered for a moment. His legs were already strong enough to propel him pretty high. What else could he do to improve them?
At that point a small idea occurred to him. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He looked around, finally noticing the other marines that were watching him. A flush of embarrassment washed over his face. He didn't mean to make himself the center of attention.
"Erm," he said bashfully, "Could maybe one of you go and get me some weights?" One of the ensigns nodded and took off, coming back not too long later with a pair of dumbells. Accepting them, Anton gave him a grateful nod, holding onto them, Anton began jumping once again. He could feel the slight strain on his arms as he went up and down, but overall, it didn't really seem to be adding much to the exercise. After a couple of jumps, Anton stopped once again, looking at the weights in his hands with a small sense of disappointment. He blinked when another marine approached him with a second set. Anton stared at them for a moment before finally making sense of it.
"Oh, right. Four arms. Thank you." Taking them in his second set of hands, he once again began jumping. A little bit better. With the extra weight, it was proving a little bit more difficult. But really, not by a lot. He was still reaching the same height as normal, and it wasn't really putting a strain on his legs. After a few more leaps, Anton paused once again, getting a little bit irritated that this didn't seem to be working. Why wasn't he getting tired? Maybe he should have tried a different form of exercise his body wasn't so adapt to doing.
Then, before he could say anything, a couple more marines approached him, each one carrying more weights. Anton didn't get time to say anything before they tucked the weights under his arms. The weights were putting a strain on Anton's torso now, but it was proving more awkward to hold them, rather than heavy. Figuring he'd give it a shot, he began leaping again. Better this time. He wasn't reaching as high as he could before, but holding the weights was proving difficult. Two slipped out from his grip, crashing into the ground below. Anton landed, looking down at them and wondering how he could fix this.
Then, all of a sudden, a heavy weight was placed on his back, causing him to double over and drop the weights to hold it up. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the marines had managed to place a heavy crate on his back. He looked around, seeing that his fellow marines were expecting him to jump. Unwilling to saw now, he started to bounce once again. Now this was starting to put more strain on his legs, and he wasn't reaching as high as he could. He started panting as his lungs began to burn. This was working!
The problem however was that they didn't seem to realize it was enough. When he stopped to take a breather, the marines took it as a sign to put more weight. Still holding the crate on his back, Anton's eyes widened when he saw them struggling with another crate.
"Hey, wait a second-" before he could say anything else, they stacked the second crate atop him. Anton let out a yelped as he tried to hold it up. His legs trembled as he strained against the crate. He tried to make a leap, but the massive weight through him off balance. With a cry, both crates crashed down atop of him, pinning him to the ground.
The marines were silent for a moment, staring at their fallen lieutenant for a moment, waiting to see what he would do. Anton then slowly pulled his head up to look at them.
"Don't just stand there. Help me!"
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There was of course a very good reason behind this. After his little failed mission on Karate Island (and encounters with two rather attractive women), Anton La'croix had decided to start putting his all into his work as a marine. After all, both women had shown faith in him, and he wouldn't really call himself a man if he let them down. Even if he didn't really like being a marine, somebody had to protect the weak. And with his abilities, he may as well put them to good use.
And so, Anton had decided to so some self training, to get himself into better shape. And he was going to do that by, well, jumping. Jumping up and down as high as he could, for as long as he could. Currently in his hybrid form, Anton had been going for some time now, but he didn't seem to be really making any progress. Landing cleanly on the ground, he stopped and pondered for a moment. His legs were already strong enough to propel him pretty high. What else could he do to improve them?
At that point a small idea occurred to him. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He looked around, finally noticing the other marines that were watching him. A flush of embarrassment washed over his face. He didn't mean to make himself the center of attention.
"Erm," he said bashfully, "Could maybe one of you go and get me some weights?" One of the ensigns nodded and took off, coming back not too long later with a pair of dumbells. Accepting them, Anton gave him a grateful nod, holding onto them, Anton began jumping once again. He could feel the slight strain on his arms as he went up and down, but overall, it didn't really seem to be adding much to the exercise. After a couple of jumps, Anton stopped once again, looking at the weights in his hands with a small sense of disappointment. He blinked when another marine approached him with a second set. Anton stared at them for a moment before finally making sense of it.
"Oh, right. Four arms. Thank you." Taking them in his second set of hands, he once again began jumping. A little bit better. With the extra weight, it was proving a little bit more difficult. But really, not by a lot. He was still reaching the same height as normal, and it wasn't really putting a strain on his legs. After a few more leaps, Anton paused once again, getting a little bit irritated that this didn't seem to be working. Why wasn't he getting tired? Maybe he should have tried a different form of exercise his body wasn't so adapt to doing.
Then, before he could say anything, a couple more marines approached him, each one carrying more weights. Anton didn't get time to say anything before they tucked the weights under his arms. The weights were putting a strain on Anton's torso now, but it was proving more awkward to hold them, rather than heavy. Figuring he'd give it a shot, he began leaping again. Better this time. He wasn't reaching as high as he could before, but holding the weights was proving difficult. Two slipped out from his grip, crashing into the ground below. Anton landed, looking down at them and wondering how he could fix this.
Then, all of a sudden, a heavy weight was placed on his back, causing him to double over and drop the weights to hold it up. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the marines had managed to place a heavy crate on his back. He looked around, seeing that his fellow marines were expecting him to jump. Unwilling to saw now, he started to bounce once again. Now this was starting to put more strain on his legs, and he wasn't reaching as high as he could. He started panting as his lungs began to burn. This was working!
The problem however was that they didn't seem to realize it was enough. When he stopped to take a breather, the marines took it as a sign to put more weight. Still holding the crate on his back, Anton's eyes widened when he saw them struggling with another crate.
"Hey, wait a second-" before he could say anything else, they stacked the second crate atop him. Anton let out a yelped as he tried to hold it up. His legs trembled as he strained against the crate. He tried to make a leap, but the massive weight through him off balance. With a cry, both crates crashed down atop of him, pinning him to the ground.
The marines were silent for a moment, staring at their fallen lieutenant for a moment, waiting to see what he would do. Anton then slowly pulled his head up to look at them.
"Don't just stand there. Help me!"
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